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REVEREIN TALENT SHOW

Welcome to the Reverein Talent Show! This log serves as a mingle thread where everyone is welcome to create their own top-levels and have their characters show off their talents on a glittering stage. If you desire snarky judges commentary or if your character would like a chance at prizes, applications for the Talent Show can be found here. They will be open until September 10th to allow new players a chance to have their characters join in the fun. If you DO NOT want to be judged and your character is not looking for a gig or to join Emet's theatre company, they are welcome to participate as a walk-on performance - no application necessary! Go forth and perform to your heart's content!

Voting and voting guidelines can likewise be found over here. Each audience member is allowed one (IC!) vote. Voting will close on September 13th and the winners will be announced in a separate subthread below. Deadlines may be extended depending on the number of votes and pacing for the log.

I. COME ONE, COME ALL!

Come one, come all! To not just one, but two entire nights all but guaranteed to be worthy of remembering for years to come. Now that the winds have calmed considerably, event flyers have returned in earnest advertising the Reverein Talent Show to be held on the evenings of the 5th & 6th of the month. If anyone should happen to be passing through the Riverside District, they might be approached by performers in bright, elaborate costumes. While it would be quite easy to mistake these performers as Dream Fair organizers, a few inquiries prove them to be representative from the theatre house and part of the talent show staff. These performers will prove most eager to answer questions about the event and will urge everyone to consider entering and sharing their talents before the rest of the town.

A. Bright Lights, How We Love Bright Lights. Whether ushered along or choosing to follow the crowd, the first thing of notice are the dazzling light displays. Faerie lights gather and disperse before the Grand Theatre House, illuminating its façade and the steps leading into its main reception hall. Should one linger within the light display, the colors will shift and transform depending on the guests' moods. Perhaps they turn blue in response to excitement, red if one happens to be attending with that certain special and significant other, or green to indicate the nervous energy that comes with imminent stage fright. If attendees should feel anything truly negative, however, the lights shining upon all who enter may just so happen to flicker out entirely in response.

B. Making Memories. Inside the reception area are a number of small booths offering snacks and drinks as well as unique memorabilia to celebrate the event. Of special note are small contraptions known as "dream lights", not much larger than a writing pen. By focusing one's emotions upon them, the colors of the dream lights can also be changed. Perhaps they might prove fun within the theatre? And indeed, the audience may choose to create a sea of color from their places in the stalls or focus on an appropriate color to cheer on their friends when they take to the stage.

C. Flower Power. Highlighting the entryway is a stunning floral display created by Isabela Madrigal. Mayhap the fragrance of its blossoms will relax and fill all who gaze upon it with happy anticipation for what is sure to come. Still more flowers can be found within the theatre house, highlighting small alcoves and seating areas and framing the stage itself in their brilliance. When combined with a soft white fog and the flickering of distant "starlight", the stage is transformed into a mystifying garden landscape.

II. REVEREIN TALENT SHOW

A. Opening Ceremonies. Once the audience has settled and the lights have been appropriately dimmed, both Emet-Selch and the theatre's director take to the stage. They welcome everyone, making a point to thank the promising talent who have offered their time, and bid all gathered to enjoy the proceedings. Emet-Selch's speech in particular is rather...grandiose and whimsical coming from a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes. A certain someone once suspected the Garlean of "taking the scenic route" whenever he chooses to speak, and indeed the man's opening speech sounds almost like a dramatic performance in and of itself. But he will not prove unduly long-winded. Indeed, the two of them soon return to their seats at the judges' table as the lights on stage shift once again and a positively jubilant young faerie flutters out to introduce each act.

B. So You Think You've Got Talent. Performers seeking the judges' approval and either a place in Emet-Selch's theatre company or a chance at earning themselves and their act a short term run at the Grand Theatre House have been asked to arrive to the venue at least an hour before showtime. Backstage, participants can be found tuning their instruments and poring over scripts one final time before being escorted one at a time onto the stage. Curiously enough, there is a distinct deficit of stagehands, and yet the stage and its settings seem to undergo a transformation each time someone new steps out upon it - as if it is morphing to suit their talent. Perhaps the young man in long white robes might know something about how this is achieved?

C. For Whom the Spotlight Shines. After the final judged act has concluded for the evening, the theatre staff offer a reminder that walk-on performances are still being accepted! All one need do is sign up at the reception desk during intermission and make their way to a designated area outside in the gardens to be lead backstage once everyone else is yet again seated. No numbers are required. Indeed, this shall be your own personal moment to shine! Simply walk out on stage when your name is called and introduce yourself to the crowd. Staff members are available to help should you require any outside assistance. And as for volunteers? Well, you've a whole theatre full and ripe for the pickings! Everyone enjoys a little audience participation, right? ...Right?

III. INTERMISSION

A. Culinary Delights. During intermission the gardens behind the theatre are open and illuminated to guests who may wish to sit and chat while awaiting the second half of the show. Fireflies dance and crickets create their own symphony to mingle betwixt snatches of conversation and delighted merriment. A few grills have been set up and attendees are treated to a delicious display as ingredients are minced at record speed and whole fruits and vegetables transformed into intricately carved baskets and tiny sculptures of flowers and beasts. Who ever said it was poor manners to play with one's food, when the results dazzle the imagination? If anyone is truly feeling adventurous, they can even try "fusion" cuisine which manages to meld wildly different foods together into a single dish, some of which may look and smell a bit... eh, suspect... Do you dare?

For those less daring, there is also a candy artist set up in the corner gazebo, able to spin sugar into the shapes of (mostly) local wildlife. Anyone who comes to the booth is urged to try channeling dreamotion into the creation for a special surprise! And as promised, determining the corresponding emotion will cause the creatures to come to life.

Tea Mouse: reacts most strongly to feelings of curiosity and mischief.
Fairy Cow: reacts most strongly to feelings of serenity and happiness.
Coeurl (Tiger): reacts most strongly to feelings of confidence and friendly competition.
Moon Rabbit: reacts most strongly to feelings of affection and appreciation.
Spice Noodle (Dragon): reacts most strongly to feelings of bravery and loyalty.
Flower Snake: reacts most strongly to feelings of surprise and excitement.

B. Step Through The Mirror. The theatre is beautiful, is it not? There is something about it which - almost - seems too much like a dream, however. (Ironic, that!) The architecture matches none of the surrounding buildings, and the number of flourishes and embellishments within it seem needlessly ornate. Could something be hiding beneath all the glitter? If the talent show is not for you, mayhap a mystery would better suit your tastes. Is the theatre's current appearance the result of dreamotion? And if so, just who is expending so much energy for the sake of aesthetics? Could there be a more sinister plan afoot? Is this all an elaborate trap set up by a yet unannounced villain? Who knows! (But...probably not.) If anyone should happen to lean to long against a marble pillar or take an incorrect turn looking for the washrooms, they may just so happen to find themselves breaking through the illusion and into the theatre as it truly should appear. Still a lovely building, no doubt, but a far cry from the gilded metal fixtures and magical overlays that now adorn it. One might even discover some of the theatre students secretly and determinedly working away on revisions for the next installment of their beloved Sharktopusnado.

C. Stage Flight. Backstage everyone is in a flurry preparing for the next set of performances. The lighting needs to be re-checked, the flowers watered, someone's lost their left sock, and exactly ten minutes remain for an 11th hour dress rehearsal. In the midst of the disorganized chaos, a shrill voice rises above the crowd. It seems that one of the bird actors has escaped from its holding cage and has taken up refuge high in the vaulted ceiling amidst an intricate system of pulleys. No amount of coaxing or pleading will convince it to come down, and its trainer is in hysterics. The bird itself appears quite ordinary, yet according to them, the bird is an empath (of sorts) - anyone who attempts to touch it will be zapped with the bird's prevalent emotion. If the bird becomes frightened, anyone too close may scurry away in fear; if the bird is angered, one might forget their task and throw a tantrum instead (why is this bird so important anyway??). The key is to calm the bird down before approaching it. As the trainer tells it, the bird always responds to bad poetry and loves to have its neck feathers scratched. Oh, and its name is "Professor".

IV. AND THAT'S A WRAP

A. Smoke and Mirrors. Following parting words from Emet-Selch and the theatre house director, the lamplight swells and the doors are thrown wide. Pray leave with wonderful memories of all you have witnessed, or should you choose - linger a moment more. The night may be over for the audience, but it's now that the staff and crew members file out into the emptying theatre to begin tidying up and returning it to proper order. Pie filling is mopped up, the curtains are lowered, and the beautiful glittering ambience slowly fades, reverting the theatre to something still very handsome but far less fanciful than it had been a moment before. Any offers of help are gratefully accepted, as there's much yet to be done to get the venue looking as clean as a whistle. And what of the winners, you ask? They need only head over to the judges' table to claim their prizes where they will find one Emet-Selch looking both more pale and more tired than usual, yet also unmistakably pleased with himself.

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[Childe knows all too well that he's probably one of the few that would revel in fighting himself. Maybe he'll even meditate a bit on it, in preparation for that fated day, if it ever comes.]

Haha, somehow, I find the concept of time travel easier to swallow than knowing there's another Tartaglia out there.

[Could it get weirder? Probably...but he's not worried about that now.]

So I was in Inazuma...I wonder for what reason? Hmm....

[He hums like he already has a good guess as to why he was there. But he doesn't know that Aether knows, so he's not going to say it out loud.]

[Aether hums to himself.]

And here I thought you accepted the idea of there being another you out there.

[Or at least fighting the other him.

As they continue on the topic of Inazuma, there's a small change in Aether's expression. A lot has happened back then. He's almost forgotten about it, considering that it's been months already since he arrived to this world of dreams.]

You were searching for someone... but I guess it doesn't matter now.

[Signora's death, Balladeer's disappearance, the Delusions given out to people of Inazuma that claimed so many lives... As curious as Aether is to know what Childe thinks of those events, at the same time he realizes they don't matter here.

Lost lives can't be saved.]

[That's kind of what he was thinking...searching for someone. He's got a pretty short list of who that particular person would be, but Aether's right. It doesn't matter now, it's not as if that person is here if it's who he thinks it is. Nothing to do now but just enjoy his little staycation.]

It seems the oppressive weight of the nation of eternity did you no favors.

[Childe catches how Aether's expression changes, and that's definitely not for the better, if he were a betting man.]

If you'd like to take your mind off of such matters, I'm more than willing to go another round with you.

[Aether, fighting heals all emotional wounds ok]

[Even when thinking about it some mental exhaustion from back then comes back. But then Childe offers one more round of battle and Aether instantly forgets about everything, staring at his companion again and shaking his head.]

You never get tired of fighting, don't you?

[Seriously, what did he expect?]

Well, too bad, because I'm not moving... unless to go home. I'm too tired for this.

Have it your way~

[It seems it worked, saying something so incredulous that the traveler would stop and marvel at his one-track mind. Childe had a great fight with him already, and though he really could go again, he's tired himself. But it's nice to erase that look of despair from his friend's face.

Maybe he would ask more about it later...but now doesn't seem to be the time to do it.]

So does that mean you're taking a rain check on the meal I owe you? That's fine by me.

[It's a good opportunity to get Aether to spar him again later anyway.]

[Aether falls silent before looking up at the sky and making a small "hmm" noise. Truth to be told, he is kind of hungry now and a meal would be nice to have. On the other hand, he doesn't want to move from the spot, the wind is gentle on his face and he feels like he could fall asleep any moment.]

...No. I think I still want a dinner.

[The empty stomach wins. Aether turns to his companion.]

Are you going to cook?

[There's a small grin on his face, contrasting greatly with the bad mood from before. His thoughts are away from Inazuma or Teyvat again, focusing just on the friend who is right next to him.

And he thinks he deserves a nice home cooked meal for dealing with Childe whole day.]

It's been quite some time since the last time I made something for you, hasn't it?

[Even in his own timeline, it had to of been quite a few months or so since he'd sent along a traditional Snezhnayan dish for Aether. Childe props himself up to sit and turn himself towards the traveler, tapping his chin.]

I've got a few ideas of what I could make for you. Shall I surprise you with what dish it is? The taste may be a little different than what you're used to eating, but I hope you'll enjoy it. What do you say?

[He might even be able to get ingredients from home...isn't this a dream world after all?]

It... definitely has been a while.

[It's almost nostalgic, in a way.]

As long as it doesn't look like a bloodbath... then sure.

[And even then, despite the appearance, Childe's cooking was good, so taste is not something Aether is worried about.

He pushes himself up from the ground, still smiling at his friend.]

Shall we go? I'll show you where I live... just don't come asking for a fight every day, okay?

[See, he doesn't see the issue with the food looking like he'd straight killed it and dumped it right into a bowl. If anything, he thinks it adds character to the dish. Just in the way he'd want to present it. A bloodbath.]

Hm, well, I'll make sure you have a little rest in between our sparring sessions. Once a week should suffice. Maybe two if we have an especially busy week...

[Another thing he hadn't considered, Aether being nearby to spar. A luxury that he couldn't of imagined having back at home when he was traveling everywhere fulfilling the Tsaritsa's wishes.]

In turn, I wouldn't mind continuing this little exchange of preparing a meal for you. It'll help keep my cooking skills up, provided I haven't beaten you so soundly that you're still able to sit down to eat a proper meal.

[Bring it traveler]

So I'll have to deal with you every week...

[Though, he does admit that it's a good way to not get rusty. It's been a while since any real battle happened here and even though Aether enjoys the quiet moments when he has them, nightmares are an integral part of dreaming. You can never tell what this world will throw at you.]

On top of that... I have no idea if you want to treat me or if you're threatening me. [Sitting up, he leans forward, propping his head on a hand, eyes slightly narrowed.]

You're impossible, you know that, right?

[And yet the traveler is still in good mood.]

Hah! Now, aren't you being a little too harsh to me by saying that?

[He grins back at Aether, perfectly aware of how impossible he really is. But he's not sorry and he'll never change that part of him, he has far too much fun and he's sure that the traveler isn't all that bothered by it anyway.

All part of his charm.]

Come, now that we've talked about it, I'm eager to start. Would you happen to have any fire-water at home? I generally tend to cook with a bottle of it on hand.

[Vodka please!]

Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm being too kind.

[Aether grins cheekily. It's true he's not bothered by it much, as long as Childe is not causing trouble for other people.

As the Harbinger is eager to go, Aether stands up and offers his hand to help the other up.]

I'm... not allowed to drink so no, I don't have any.

[He tried drinking here, considering that there are no rules in this place! Sadly, it didn't end too well and Thoma had to carry him back home after the traveler fell asleep on his shoulder. Aether remembers very little about what actually happened when he was drunk but the headache he woke up with the next day made him vow to himself that he'd never drink that much ever again.]

Not allowed? Traveler, after all that insisting earlier that you weren't a kid and you're telling me that?

[He doesn't really believe that Aether is either unable to or too young. There was a time at first that Childe thought he was underage, but he knows better now. He accepts the hand, popping up to his feet and stretching a little before setting a hand on his hip.]

Though, you won't mind if we stop somewhere to grab some, do you? You don't have to drink any if you don't want, it is more for me, after all.

[A blush spreads quickly on the traveler's cheeks and he looks away.]

...I got drunk, okay? And the next day I had a huge headache, so I'd rather not repeat that.

[There, he's honest.]

But I don't mind if we grab some for you... But getting drunk before cooking? You really are something else.

[Aether will never stop getting surprised by Childe's antics.]

[How amusing, the blush across Aether's face from admitting that he'd gotten drunk. Nothing to be ashamed of in his book, and figuring out your limits is all a part of drinking after all.]

Come now, do you really think I'm going to get drunk? I am from Snezhnaya, going out and having a bottle of fire-water isn't too out of the ordinary. You should be worried if I don't want a little bit of vodka to supplement cooking or a meal.

[Laughing, he gestures as he walks back towards town, thinking of some other liquors that Aether might be able to try that won't give him a terrible hangover the next day.]

Why don't you let me make you a couple shots, they'll taste good and I won't let you go overboard so you aren't sick the next day. How will we be able to spar if you can't get out of bed?

Fine, fine. I know way too many people who love drinking to judge.

[When it comes to drinking, Venti and Childe would get along... but then Aether remembers how their meeting went. He can't blame the archon for lack of fondness towards any harbinger though.

As Childe offers to make some shots, Aether hums softly to himself. If it's just a little and just to try, then it should be fine. Curiosity gets the best of him.]

That sounds good to me. And I'm taking that the only thing I can do to avoid sparring with you is to get sick, huh?

[The Harbinger laughs at the remark, a little chaos brewing in his eyes at the same time.]

Oh, you know me all too well. I'm glad to see you've already come to understand exactly what it entails to have me around all the time.

[At least, for as long as this dream world allows him to stay.]

I promise I'll make it worth your while.

[What exactly that means, well, that's for Aether to try to decipher and decide on.]

[Oh, he does. His peaceful, quiet days are over.]

And I'm thrilled for all of that.

[He doesn't know what Childe means and trying to understands chaos feels like an impossible tasks, even for this traveler, so he decides not to think much of it.]

Let's go already... I'm starting to really get hungry.

[He gestures for the other to follow and so they spend the rest of the evening together, until Aether passes out completely exhausted. What an eventful day!]

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