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Post by Catriona on Apr 19, 2004 6:12:58 GMT -5
A round theatre, all of white stone. Statues of famous playwrights and actors are all around. A few hawkers in purple or yellow costumes announce the plays and playtimes. The stage is in the very centre of the theatre, in a 3/4 circle of seats going up. There are four groups alternating in this place, all of high reputation. Many plays are marked by flashy special effects- dragons swooping down, heavy fog, scenaries looking nearly real. Tickets are not expensive, and so they are often sold out.
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Post by Satorius on Apr 19, 2004 15:42:20 GMT -5
*He leads them through the section and finds an interesting looking theatre. He leads them into there, buying tickets for the three of them.*
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Post by Catriona on Apr 19, 2004 15:48:48 GMT -5
*When they enter and sit down, the show is just about to start. They spend the next few hours enjoying a wild rollercoaster show with fireworks, magical fog, dragons and heroes in glittering uniforms. Cat, sitting next to Satorius, holds his hand during most of it, while Tirith, enjoying every second of it, lets out a great many "Whoa!!"s and "COOL!!"s, nearly dancing on his chair*
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Post by Satorius on Apr 19, 2004 17:28:25 GMT -5
*When they enter and sit down, the show is just about to start. They spend the next few hours enjoying a wild rollercoaster show with fireworks, magical fog, dragons and heroes in glittering uniforms. Cat, sitting next to Satorius, holds his hand during most of it, while Tirith, enjoying every second of it, lets out a great many "Whoa!!"s and "COOL!!"s, nearly dancing on his chair* *He applauds when the show finally winds down and whispers into Trink's ear* I think Tirith is starting to get tired.
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Post by Catriona on Apr 19, 2004 17:32:32 GMT -5
*Applauds and nods, smiling. Tirith is indeed sitting down now, clapping and trying desperately to suppress a yawn*
Yes, we ought to go back. Come on hero, time to go home.
*He nods sleepily*
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Post by Satorius on Apr 19, 2004 17:39:03 GMT -5
*Applauds and nods, smiling. Tirith is indeed sitting down now, clapping and trying desperately to suppress a yawn* Yes, we ought to go back. Come on hero, time to go home. *He nods sleepily* *He rises and picks Tirith up, carrying him over his shoulder and holding Trink's hand as they go*
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Post by Catriona on Apr 19, 2004 17:42:01 GMT -5
*Smiles as Tirith makes himself confortable on Satorius' shoulder, and goes back home, happily holding his hand*
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Post by Catriona on May 21, 2004 12:48:41 GMT -5
*They enter and buy four tickets for "Charley's Aunt", which will commence in half an hour. The tickets are for good seats, from where you can see the stage very well. They sit down there, and Tirith crawls onto Cat's lap, talking excitedly about the stage and the painted scenery and all the people around*
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Post by Elfhame on May 21, 2004 13:11:36 GMT -5
He conjures up a small nut for the squirrel so that it will be quiet... for awhile at least.
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Post by Satorius on May 21, 2004 13:14:00 GMT -5
*He sits down and listens to Tirith's chattering while waiting for the show, chuckling at some of what he is saying every now and then while smiling and holding Trink's hand*
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Post by Catriona on May 21, 2004 13:17:11 GMT -5
*She smiles at Satorius and puts Tirith on his own chair when the show starts*
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Post by Satorius on May 21, 2004 13:33:57 GMT -5
*She smiles at Satorius and puts Tirith on his own chair when the show starts* *He happily watches the show with them* [ooc: ]
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Post by Elfhame on May 21, 2004 13:35:22 GMT -5
The squirrel jumps from Elfhame's shoulder and darts over to Satorius, making a leap from Catriona's head to get there. ( ) Elfhame frowns, and whispers a quick "hey!", but he squirrel sniffs curiously at Satorius taking no notice.
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Post by Catriona on May 21, 2004 13:37:29 GMT -5
*She starts when the squirrel uses her head as a stepping stone, then chuckles under her breath about the sight of the furball on Satorius' head. Behind them, someone mutters about it*
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Post by Satorius on May 21, 2004 13:41:59 GMT -5
*He chuckles and takes the furball off of his head, moving it to his lap instead and petting it*
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