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Stepping over your lines; Sayoko, Ryou, [open] please ask
Topic Started: Nov 8 2016, 04:33 PM (739 Views)
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"Then let the newcomer hit the stage, as we set sail, set tone, and set scene." gestured Ishikawa-san, who pantomimed a picture frame that slowly unfurled into an unveiling motion, as he 'presented' the stage. "The fairy queen takes flight, leaving only the regent and his puck; a fellow by name of Robin. That will be all direction I shall offer, the rest -as they say- is up to you. For the audience I have only instruction to turn to Act 2, Scene 1, and page 6." Ishikawa-san took a bow as he receded into that ring of darkness surrounding the stage, seemingly melting into the staged nothingness that surrounded 'the world' on the stage. With this bit of theatrics, Ryou also followed as he receded into that same darkness.

Ishikawa-san exeunt

Ryou meanwhile stood at the edge of that threshold that formed around the stage, not captivated but still certainly interested. His near-brush with the stage had left him a bit out of his element, still a part of him entertained the notion of stepping into the limelight; So why didn't he indulge it? The suggestion had seemingly come from within him, and yet it was a place he didn't recognize. A sudden flash of memory struck him, followed by a feeling of cold nestling in his lungs, he could feel the rhime in the air, congealed as it burrowed into him, sapping away at his warmth. But the instance was mercifully brief as he took to seeing if Miss Sayako took to the stage.

Things had not exactly been going his way at this new place, it was as though his efforts to construct a place for his grounding had gone awry -rather- that the place he'd chosen did not permit such a thing to be built in the first place. And not even his fictional worlds provided comfort, even his job was a mere distraction from the reverie of student life. (Touma, is this what you meant?) he mentalized to no one, expecting no reply.

(Granted)

(Who are you?)

The veil around the stage seemed to encroach about his person, swallowing him in the curtain-folds that divided the world from the lounge. The darkness suffocated him, suffusing him with a feeling of loneliness that seemed to echo a distant place hidden in his memory. Visions of abandoned hallways and of flickering lozenges of light, lining up a ceiling in a 'sterile' looking environment. A golden thing erupting into full-view, and rending the dark as if its mere steps dissolved the world about it. Ryou's gaze widened as he found himself in that place he'd locked in memory, again with no visible escape.

Over the Adyton's stage, Ryou ambled over before his king, possessed of an unnatural poise as delicate steps padded the elevated platform.
"If it pleases my lord, then perhaps he'll deign to join us for our faerie circle, to dance in our moonlight revels, but if you'll not partake, then shun me, and I shall spare your haunts."

He spun in place in order to face the audience, calling to them as he would his chorus of faeries, "But I'll not hand you the boy, not for your kingdom; and I fear I'll chide downright if I longer stay, and so I say -faeries- AWAY!" he punctuated his leave by giving the fairy king a respectful bow, giving 'Oberon' step for the scene to commence, and gently waltzed off-scene. Feeling he'd made enough of a spectacle of himself, the usual anxiety began to settle in, but it found no purchase in him.


(And just what do you think you're doing?), he posited from the refuge of his mind, and Ryou couldn't help but smile at such a question being posed before him:

"Exeunt" he said simply, viewing the scene unfolding through narrowed eyes.
Edited by Zesseract, Nov 21 2016, 09:33 PM.
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Even when she took the moment to read it over, there wasn't much time to waste. Not with the spotlight on. So she broke it down into the base elements: It was a conversation with Oberon and Robin Goodfellow. By her own choice she was playing the former, and the very line they start with seems to be the end of an argument with Titania.

This she could do, the only question was if she wanted to go with something more vernacular, faithful or just get the general gist of it and run from there?

She cleared her thought to indicate she was ready, imagined 'Titania' and got rolling from the castigation. With furroed brow and scornful frown, she began.

"Then go, Titania." Considering where they jumped from, it only made sense to make a direct reference to where they were. It was lower than her normal speaking voice, she projected from a bit lower than she did when conversation. As she glared down the unseen Fae queen, she had one hand in her pocket and an index finger resting against her chin. "But, not out of this grove. Not until I've paid you back."

There was a harsh, icy tone to the words. She was condensing the timeless words of the play into something more contemporary, but the tone and style had to go unchanged.

She turned to Sayako, and her sour mood seemed to melt into a more even tone. She spoke in an ambling sort of way. That she'd heard two people do so when they were discussing something they both recalled so well long ago. "Puck, come here a moment. Do you remember when I sat on the cliff? And I heard the song of the mermaid riding on the back of the dolphin…ah, It was sweet enough to calm the seas and draw the stars down from the night sky just so they could hear it better…"
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As the play started, Sayoko couldn't help but finding herself giddy in her seat. She was excited, but also nervous. Heart throbbing and inwardly shaking, she worried that her throat would constrict and she would end up croaking rather than spouting out the right lines. However, the woman calmed herself by breathing out slowly through her nose. Her chest deflated softly as she looked at her script and listened to Mia say her bit. The girl was rather good at this. She knew how to switch from the cold and curt nature Oberion spoke to Titania to a much softer and even musing one.

It was now Sayoko's turn.

Now, the moments leading up to her cue, Sayoko had been pondering on what voice to give Robin Goodfellow or Puck. Clever, mischievous and knavish, he was a jester to Oberon and Sayoko did her best to play up to the part, but not without forgetting the current mood which Oberon was in and had to play in coherence to.

"I remember," she said.

She knew that after this part, Oberon would start going into detail about the delicate flower that's juice, if placed on a sleeping person's eyelids, infatuate an individual with the first person he would witness. He would then go on about having Puck bring him this flower and in a gentile and subserviant tone, Sayoko answered, "’ll put a girdle round about the Earth
In forty minutes."
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The performance slowly drew the voyeurs into this peephole view of the world of faerie, its passion-play and struggles of these fay beings come alive before their very eyes.

The stage grew beyond its modest platform and seemed to envelop the Adyton itself, as the thin veneer of darkness separating both worlds slowly became a waning buffer between that starry night sky, over that forest in Athens and the recesses of the make-shift cellar itself, that the Adyton patterned itself as. The flicker-dance of green lights flaring into existence, surprised even Ryou who could do little but watch with rapt attention the goings-on of the fey king and his jester.

Perhaps Ishikawa-san, yet-skulked behind the curtain of shadow as he no doubt activated some manner of projector, or called the rest of the staff to hold out tealights, though the soft lighting of foxfire was instead represented by the Brownian of fatuous flames. Still, they hovered, and danced about the dark surrounding the stage, shedding their ghost-light on Mia's Oberon, and Sayoko's Robin.

-Oh!- and beautiful Oberon, his imperious declamations hid-well the nightingale woe that sang of love and love's pain; standing stalwart as he called out to his impish puck. And even the mercurial Robin seemed vested with the meteoric arrest of sylphs, his wings hummed to dub which only he could hear.

The mental image of Sayoko flitting her way into a cordon around the world brought a smirk to Ryou, as he stepped further into the comforting shade. And as the world on stage further engulfed the world outside, he thought he saw a second platform forming beneath his feet. Perhaps it was his mind playing tricks, but for a moment he thought he viewed himself from without, as though he could hover about his person, but as he turned to face this new perspective he found only empty space to meet his gaze.
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She was frankly having a ball. Mia didn't notice the subtle but dramatic changes around them, she'd gotten into the role, and it was all momentum from there, she didn't have to think of how Oberon walked or the way he flourished his hand as he continued the story he told his confidant. As he got to the point it all just happened, she knew what to do without having to put the conscious effort for it.

With a smile, and a finger pointed up between them, she continued to address her Robin Goodfellow. "That very night, I saw Cupid fly down to earth from the moon, a clutch of arrows in his hand." That same finger started to trace the imaginary path of that cherubic angel of love. And she quickly added. "I know you didn't see this, but I saw this." She did her best to inject a somewhat quixotic quality into this claim. It seemed more interesting to her that way, and she breezed though the story. "In his sights with this lovely young maiden, sitting on a throne in the western part of the world. A mere virgin in the ways of love. He took aim, and he fired!" Naturally, as she spoke the story she also held her left hand out and plucked an imaginary arrow string with the right.

"That shot was good. Good enough to have pierced a hundred thousand hearts! But I could also see that arrow's flaming shaft doused out by the beams of the virgin moon as sure as water. And so our maiden queen's thoughts were not interrupted by any notions of love or romance and she continued as she were."

She nodded her head, as if she were affirming to herself what she had said, and what Oberon was about to say. "But I kept track of that arrow, even as it fell. It landed on a little flower in the west. It used to be white as milk, but the wound of love's arrow has left it purple. The maidens call it 'love-in-idleness.' Bring it to me. I even showed it to you once."

The plan was forming, and enthusiasm and speed of speech both swelled as Oberon bid Robin of the request. "The juice of this flower is sprinkled onto the eyelids of a sleeper. Then, the next person they behold when they awake, they'll fall madly in love with! Bring me this herb! And quickly now! I want you back quicker than leviathan could swim three miles!"

The plan was afoot then. And with Robin's response so followed the exit from the scene.
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With the lines finished and the scene seguing to Demtrius and Helena, Sayoko no longer had anything to say. Despite her short participation, Sayoko had been giddy in her seat and wanted so badly to goofily smile as she clutched her book. Hopefully all of this meant the eventual turn of discussing the novel itself later on with comrades. Ooooh, it would just be like her old high school days! Granted, she still wanted to meet the lovely owner of the establishment and compliment him on the ingenious idea of having a book cafe on Matechi to begin with! Certainly, only a smart and sensible man could have thought to do such a thing. She also wanted to compliment the nice girl next to her who did a smash up job of playing as Oberon. Perhaps she engaged in the theatre or maybe the drama club of her school? She could totally see it as such.
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But the sensation was fleeting, as his sudden and violent need to check his surroundings revealed he was still -in fact- inside the Adyton. Struggling to cognize what had just transpired, he attempted to shake the feeling of trepidation as he found himself in that weird headspace. (No, you're here, not someone else, and certainly not back at that place... YOU'RE here, and that thing can't hurt you anymore.) he said to himself in assurance, as he reminded himself that he was back to his life, that he was no longer there and that he needn't think about that place for all he cared. His little freakout had managed to stay relatively contained within the confines of his thoughts, but his instinct urged him to check the people around him once more. His quick scan revealed all eyes to be very much on stage, as Mia's Oberon and Sayoko's Robin seemed to take on a life of their own.

He soon joined the entranced mass, as Oberon bid his puck gather the aforementioned flower to douse his queen's eyes, and the impish puck did only comply; relieved or at the least, forgetting there ever was a 'ruins' in the first place. If it weren't for his own awkwardness he'd have stood out as he found no answer to his question for how to act, how to live in a world that had until very recently seemed so small and very definite... were he in his usual mood, he'd argue that he was merely ignorant... but he was inclined to use the word 'innocent' as more suitable descriptor. But it didn't matter, he wasn't that any longer, and as he'd stepped into that door, he'd found that world stepping into him - in a fashion -. Still, the night was young, and there were still a couple of scenes to be performed. Unfortunately for Oberon & Robin, the two were found to have a bit of a case of mistaken identity as other eager players took upon the roles, relegating the players to the part of audience (and a bit of Greek choir, but that notion was a bit fleeting).

And so the reading night had come to an end -well- figuratively, Ishikawa-san thanked all participants for coming this night, with the reminder that another would be held in a couple of weeks, wherein the play would be suitably concluded, and asked that the audience cast their votes for the next play to be brought to the event. The night moved on to the usual coffee and courtesy pastries for all present, as the Adyton extended its hours to accommodate for the brief 'interruption' of its illusory normalcy, but it was decidedly a more relaxed affair, as even some of the staff joined the festivities. After putting way the copies of the programs, even Ryou found himself 'stuck' -albeit- pleasantly into the late night revelries of the Adyton.
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It was a wonderful moment up there, and Mia was having the time of her life from start to finish. But that was the problem: By the time you'd really gotten into it, it was already over.

No sense complaining about it, she and her partner had had their turns, and it was only fair to let other people have their shot at it, right? It was what everyone had come to do that night, after all. She took note of where Sayako went to sit back down.

As soon as it was expedient, she would take her coffee and sweets and relocate a bit closer to her. "Hi! Is it alright if I sit here?"
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Sayoko had been giddy all throughout the reading and she had to do her best to not jump off of her seat in excitement. When the reading did come to a close, she felt overall satisfied. She hadn't had this much fun since, well, since she had to fight an old lady for a copy of Beloved by Beethoven! She had gone back to her seat and had hoped to catch Ryou as she was the only one she really knew, but he seemed to be busy with tasks after the event. She sat back in her seat and glossed over the menu to see what drink she wanted in order to cooldown after all the excitement. She was surprised to see Mia, the girl she recognized from playing a role in the reading a well, ask her if she could sit there.

Sayoko smiled.

"Oh, not at all, please do sit," she said.

She straightened up so that her hands weren't resting on the full surface of the table and looked at Mia eagerly. "You did a wonderful job earlier back, there. You seem to have a natural talent for it."
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Attempting to fall back into his more waiterly role, Ryou found not the usual comfort in his duties and instead a gripping drive to go out and meet some of the patrons. While he attempted to convince himself otherwise, busying himself with refilling stopped carafes at each station, as well as cups from any patron that found themselves wanting a bit of 'freshening' up for their cups. He found his paths gradually incorporating orbits around Sayoko & Mia's table, unable to come up with plausible reasons to deny himself any further, he eventually caved in and walked -albeit- slowly towards the pair, or -as he knew it more familiarly- Station 3. The ghost of the boy seemed to manifest out of nowhere, as his path wove in and out of the way of idle patrons... he can't believe he was doing this, as normally these would suffice as a strong enough impediment to keep him from pursuing company.

Still he felt something egg him on towards the two, perhaps because he'd enjoyed what Mia had brought to Robin's role (for what little he'd been able to see), in Sayoko's case, his visit to Reitaku's library had left a generally good impression on him -rather- Sayoko brought with her some much needed literary levity that he'd not found with his contemporaries. Other unspoken reasons made themselves known in his mind as he neared the edge of the table, -ever the professional- he convinced himself he was here as a member of staff as he offered coffee fro the two, and served up some courtesy pastries from the Adyton's kitchen. With a sort of awkward grace, he spread his arm over the table and gently laid small square saucers over the table, and before the two patrons. The saucers seemed to be dotted with some fritters stuffed with confite & creme. "Has everything been to your liking?" he asked, while mentally berating himself for not attempting to venture beyond his 'role' as the waiter.

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