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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.

Threaded | Flat

[For those participating in the judged competition, perhaps your eyes are drawn now and again to the judges' table. And, even if not, you can be certain that their eyes are upon you. First is the theatre director, of course - stern and proper, gracious and knowledgeable; garnering of respect. It's no surprise at all that they have earned this position and also the cooperation of the rest of the theatre house. Also present is one of the theatre house's own playwrights - lovely personality, wonderful way with words, soft-spoken and birdlike.]

[On the other end of the table is Emet-Selch with his chin resting in the palm of one hand, either looking bored or half-moved to tears (whether that's a good or bad thing is anyone's guess, really). Regrettably, a suit and tie do little to hide how tired he looks or the way he slouches forward in his seat. Lots of sleepless nights, this one.]

[Beside him is Hythlodaeus who no doubt has a delightful (and somewhat smug) grin gracing his features, dressed in similar fashion, yet exuding a much more approachable and friendly aura.]

[As your performance concludes you are beckoned hither. The judges have some questions for you about your talents - and perhaps some unsolicited advice for the entertainment of those gathered.]

((OOC: We can handwave interactions with the director and playwright, but if you'd like to receive commentary from

recreator and

nomoresharks (or any other judge who may come to join us!) please tag in here or request one of us and we shall provide.))

Edited 2022-09-06 00:34 (UTC)

((OOC: This subthread is where the judges' panel will officially announce the winners of the competition portion of the Talent Show. There are two prizes to be given out:

❶ The People's Choice Award of the crowd favorite talent which will receive one regain bauble. (Yes, an actual regain bauble which your character will be able to use!) I will submit the donation/transfer to the mods once a winner is determined. ~~IC voting is now closed!~~ As no votes were received, RNG was used for fairness from all characters who participated in the log and also performed (or battled) on stage. The winner is... Anya! Congratulations!

❷ The Grand Prize winner, as determined by the judges, will go to one of the judged auditions. This individual or group will get to perform their act at the Grand Theatre House for about a month's time, however they see fit. Applications are now closed! The winner is... Dohalim il Qaras! Congratulations!))

Edited 2022-09-27 23:15 (UTC)

II. C. Volunteering for What Precisely?
[Everyone loves a good performance, that much simply goes without saying. And everyone, it seems, takes delight in the unexpected - that moment of anticipation when a volunteer is requested and the most unlikely person of all is ushered forth.]

[Well, Emet-Selch certainly isn't the most unlikely individual, seeing as he is one of the judges and perhaps the one whose favor is the most difficult to obtain. He also has the pleasure of being the most curmudgeonly of the four (his reputation in that regard truly does precede him). And so it is with a muted sigh and a sideways glance to his preferred companion that Emet-Selch trudges up the few short stairs onto the stage, standing betwixt its glaring spotlights before the entire theatre. He seems rather at home, in all honesty.]

[Emet-Selch raises an eyebrow at the one who called him here, carefully neutral. He knows something is about to happen, and determining that "something" and preparing for it is half the battle.]

Well, here I am. What is it that you require my assistance with?

III. A. Coffee (Nap) Break
[Intermission. Emet-Selch is in a relatively uplifted mood, all told. Many of the acts have proven very promising, and much of the music has been skillful and pleasing to the ear. A shame it cannot rejuvenate him as much as he wishes it would, and so he has followed the rest of those gathered out onto the lawn to fetch himself some black coffee, or perhaps something even stronger.]

[Once done, he allows himself ten minutes to review his notes (and yes, he has been tallying his impressions this entire time so that he might refer to them when the time comes to deliberate with the other judges as to whose performance should by all rights reign supreme). He sits at the far end of a table, alone, brows drawn as he stares down at the pages, lines of cursive wobbling and warbling before his very sight.]

[Perhaps he should rest his eyes for just a moment... It may be because of the lighting effects. Should he ask Themis to turn them down a bit? (Of course he won't, however - it would kill the mood.) Soon enough, Emet-Selch's eyes have closed, a hand pressed against his temple. Too many sleepless nights, and the concentration needed to maintain the theatre's full impact have worn him down, and he is teetering on the edge of slumber. If one were to time it just right, they may even be able to watch him jolt himself back to abrupt alertness...]

IV. A. Solaris Theatrical Productions [Open to Applicants]
((OOC: Everyone who applies to join Solaris will be accepted, so long as they show some level of potential. The applications (from an ooc standpoint) in this case are just a formality - unless you actually want your character to be rejected, in which case, please let me know! ♥))

[Following a successful end to the proceedings, Emet-Selch requests that those who applied for a place within his theatre company join him at the judges' table - that is, assuming they've nowhere else to be right away. Although still visibly exhausted, he seems downright cordial as he sits back in his seat, arms crossed and the corners of his mouth lifting ever-so-slightly in approval.]

I suppose some few congratulations are in order. No doubt you've already guessed it - but you've made the cut. Your performances were most stirring, and I would thank you for the time and effort you've put forth into making these past two evenings something bordering on remarkable. Indeed, it has been decades since I have last witnessed anything quite like it.

[It's a genuine compliment; do take it.]

Assuming you are all agreeable, I would suggest that we schedule a meeting one or two weeks from now, that we might begin discussing our first formal production. I've a number of ideas myself, however I think it more beneficial to allow each of you a chance to present your own ideas. We'll make a vote of it. After all, a project is more likely to succeed when all of its players take pride in and wish to be a part of it.

Yet given that many of you possess a commendable ear for music, I would prefer it if we kept this discovery in mind. After all, music may well carry emotions that spoken words alone cannot.

Now then, are there any questions before we part ways?

XIV. Wildcard
((OOC: Go nuts!))

I-A Bright Lights
It was almost too bright in Loki's eyes. Not quite garish, and he noticed the light turning orange with his slight disgust. That was a curious response, and had the disgust vanishing as they started to turn a light blue. Now, now Loki was very curious--these lights responded to emotion, just like dreamotion abilities. Very likely they were formed of the same. Finding a good vantage point to watch from, now Loki is paying attention to what colors the lights turn around other people.

III-A Culinary Delights
Oh all of the food looks amazing, from how it's sculpted to how it smelled. Loki heads straight to ask for the fusion cuisine--his curiosity compels him. Besides, after some of the meals he's had before--while he'll be picky, he'll also try anything once at least.

It's not long at all before he's gravitated over to the candy artist. It's a challenge because on the one hand, he has a sweet-tooth. On the other, he is clearly delighted by trying to make the critters come alive. He's managed to make the Tea Mouse, a Coeurl, and a Flower Snake all come to life. Currently the Mouse and the Coeurl are chasing each other around him while the snake has twined around his shoulders.

III-C: Stage Flight
After getting bored (never a good thing), Loki was exploring the theater. Having stepped through the mirror, he was now doing his best to blend in and was drawn to the commotion. All of this for one bird? Still, he paid attention--and bad poetry? Really? Well why not?

"Oh Professor, way up high. Are you longing for the sky?" The God of Mischief starts, with a smile and keeping himself calm and curious. "What has caused you to be so, that you stray from us below, and keep only to yourself, when we would ask of you something else. Won't you fly down to my hand, as I provide a safe place to land?"

So You Think You’ve Got Talent
(Once again, Anya is ready to perform to the public once again. She has been practicing her violin performance for weeks despite having quite a busy time with designing costumes for the Faire and dealing with a lot of Oz dreamshift stuff. She is nervous of course, but she does her best not to let that get the best of her as she waits her turns.

At the moment, she waits at the backstage doing some last minute practice and dressed in a simple yet elegant strapless plum gown she has made for the event and her usual Together in Paris necklace around her necklace while Pooka is barking on for her.)

Culinary Delights
Bark, bark, bark!

Huh what is it, Pooka? Fruits and vegetables turning into flower sculptures? Is that possible?

(Anya has no idea of what she is getting herself into as she and Pooka visit the grills where they witness the ingredients being turned into intricate works of art. This is something she has never encountered before whether as a Grand Duchess or an orphan, but a part of her is intrigued to check the whole thing. Pooka of course couldn’t resist following his nose to sniff the smell of good cooking.

As she approaches one grill, she could see a live performance of a cook making a good work into the food being made. The smells and sights are very irresistible to the senses tonight.)

Wildcard
(Got another prompt in mind? Feel free to comment down below or contact me on

mariscorner or on Discord (Mariposa21 #4257).)

Flower Power
(It should be no surprise that the woman behind the floral arrangements is present for this occasion. After all, Isabela doesn’t want to miss out seeing how everyone will react to her work and the efforts she put into it. Granted, there is not a single cactus or sundew to be found, but tonight is not the time to do so right away. She even laces in dreamotion energy to enhance the flowers’ fragrant scent and visual appeal for the talent show, lending a sense of nostalgia onto a show revolving around memories. The look isn’t as symmetrical as her old floral works from home were but they sure have that a strong visual factor going for them.

At the moment, she is doing the last minute touch ups on the floral display to ensure that they look great for the visitors coming by, her faithful capybara sitting diligently with a basket of bouquets for anyone wanting to shower the performers with.)

Culinary Delights
Hm, let me see. Is there any recommendations for me to try out?

(Isa is at the candy artist booth, keen to see what their creations are like and her curiosity peeked in wanting to try out these sugary confections. The candy artist smiles back at her as they gives her an option between the tea mouse and the flower snake for her to taste.

She picks the tea mouse creation and proceeds to slowly savor the sweet treat. This ends up causing her to feel very curious and mischievous right now that she wants to get her mischief on and walks to the first person she comes across and talk to them like she is about to say something witty.)

Well hello there. Nice night we’re having tonight, mind if I can have some of your time to talk to you for a moment?

Wildcard
(Got another prompt in mind? Feel free to comment down below or contact me on

mariscorner or on Discord (Mariposa21 #4257).)

[Reverein talent show is definitely a kind of event that Aether can’t miss. Not interested in participating on stage, the traveler happily takes a seat among the audience and enjoys the various performances that follow. They’re in the world of dreams now, so there have to be many people with unique talents!

At some point though, Aether starts wondering if anyone he knows also attended, so he scans the area in search of familiar faces. His eyes narrow as he spots something in the distance, among the crowd. A red scarf that reminds him of a certain someone…

Impossible, he thinks to himself as he stands up and directs himself towards the mysterious figure. His eyes widen when he gets a better look.

It really is Childe!]

Hey, Aether! It’s been a while!

[Childe is about to crash this talent show and Aether is a sight for sore eyes, so the next best thing is to get his comrade involved too, right? The Harbinger walks right up to him, throwing his arm around his shoulders and ushering him towards the stage. Bright lights cover it, helping Childe find his mark in the middle of the stage, letting Aether stand next to him. He whispers quickly and quietly to the traveler, a mischievous grin on his features.]

Hey, let’s put on a good show for them, okay? What good fortune that you walked in right as I was about to take the stage.

[He doesn’t explain what they’d be doing to Aether, because he’s about to find out. Childe takes a step forward to throw his hands out to his sides, raising his voice to speak to the audience.]

Good evening! I trust you’ve all been enjoying yourselves so far? Good! Because this next act will be filled with fatal strikes, death-defying reflexes and unimaginable power like no other! A duel between two of the strongest warriors in this world!

[He turns back to his friend, that grin still on his face.]

I do hope you’re ready, comrade.

[Utterly confused, the traveler looks at the Harbinger for a longer moment, before readying himself for any upcoming attack.]

You can’t be serious… [He mutters more to himself than to anyone else.

Childe separates himself from Aether, taking his place on the other side of the stage. He enters a fighting stance, his hydro blades snapping into existence as he looks over to his friend with a smirk, ready for a fierce fight.]

Just because we’re on a stage right now doesn’t mean I’ll hold back. Come, why don’t you show me how strong you’ve become since last we met?

[With that, the Harbinger flings himself into battle, and the two of them exchange blows right on the stage in front of a full audience. Childe holds true to his word and doesn’t hold back, even unleashing a giant hydro whale that crashes onto the stage and soaks everything, water spilling and splashing everywhere as a tidal wave comes and hits the audience as well.

Whoops…]

((Childe is in blue and Aether is in brown! We did a wildcard thing, but your character can get involved with them at any time during their bout, whether it be interrupting them in the middle, trying to stop them from doing it, or getting hit with water...it's up to you!))

So You Think You've Got Talent

[ Of all the things Dorian had imagined taking part in during his stay in this strange world, a talent show was far from the list. Apparently it had been in planning for a while before the arrival of new folks, but anyone willing to enter was allowed. He had debated on it for a while, not entirely sure if he would be able to get too much prepared for a full act.

And just gazing out into the crowd, it was certainly a bigger audience than he was used to, and that made him fairly nervous. But he'd also heard that this was also a chance to audition for some kind of theater productions, and as much as he hated to admit it is a bit tempting. Despite everything, he would always be a theater kid at heart.

Which is how Dorian finds himself backstage, tuning the strings of his lute and humming to himself as he quickly thinks through all the songs in his mind that he could possibly sing. He had a few that could probably work, some with the lute and some with his flute. A part of him is also tempted to play with the mandolin, but that feels a bit like cheating.

Though he figures he could probably use all the help he could get... ]

Culinary Delights

[ During intermission, Dorian follows the crowd out to the gardens. He's mostly there to get some water for his dry throat, as well as get some air to calm his nerves a little. But he finds himself lingering a while at the grills, watching the display of those cooking behind them, and the sculpture art of the fruits and vegetables. It certainly does help ease his state of mind, even just a little bit.

At some point, though, Dorian is somehow cajoled into trying the "fusion" cuisine. But as he holds a plate, he's starting to have some regrets. ]

Uh...are they sure this is edible?

Wildcard

(( Want to do something else? Feel free, or hit me up at

usamichan13 to plan something! ))

So You Think You've Got Talent

Alastor stepped out on stage, a shadow gliding over to where a piano had been set up, the clicking of his heels echoing. He cleared his throat, giving a nod to the shadow at the piano which began to play. He'd been intending to perform something else, but the blasted glitching kept interrupting it. He was going to have a bit of a struggle with his static, but he was a professional. He could handle it.

Alastor began to sing a tune that had come out several years after he'd died. He crooned to the audience in French, allowing his voice to carry with none of the bombastic tones the audience was more familiar with. He forced himself not to focus on how his static kept glitching in and out of the performance, but at least none of that high-pitched squealing interrupted it.

He made sure his gaze drifted over the audience, making sure to let his gaze linger on someone from time-to-time, giving the impression that he was singing specifically for them and that the rest of the audience was just a formality.

Smoke and Mirrors

Alastor's shadow flew independently of Alastor, glass of water in hand. The demon himself stood with eyes closed in a corner, taking a slow breaths. He blindly reached out to take the glass.

"Thank you, my friend."

He took a slow sip, ambient static buzzing a bit louder than usual. It was giving him a headache. He could only imagine how others were taking it.

Wildcard
((OOC: I know I'm late, but hit me up!))

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The Judging Panel (Q&A and Snarky Commentary)

Announcement of Winners

Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Open to All

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson | OTA

Anastasia Romanova | Anastasia (1997)

Isabela Madrigal | Encanto

Childe and Aether | OTA