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Author Topic: Playing with Laughing Wonder  (Read 58 times)

Description: Tag: Alissa (Hammer/Anvil Welcome)

Offline Naia Garcia

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      Haloriel

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    • "Make them love you, but only upon the stage."

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Playing with Laughing Wonder
« on: May 15, 18, 08:53:10 PM »
Locale: Backdated 192, Late Summer. Hammer and Anvil Stage.

Naia had been at the Hammer and Anvil for just now most of Spring and half of Summer. Given that she received regular pay, she assumed that her trial run for the year had been going reasonably well at the Anvil. The stage wasn't being used for anything in particular except for having been cleaned within the last two hours (Naia could tell due to how well the floors shone without witchlight), so she had crept quietly in, deciding to try out the acoustics. Dressed in cream trousers with a long embroidered white tunic that fell just to her knees, and her usual tall heeled black boots, there was a bit of a safety feature with Basic Craft that she'd been dying to try out on the stage.

Two stop measures; one for potential dizziness in a turn while dancing, and another for stopping potential tripping over feet or items. She'd set down several ropes on the floor of the stage, a turned over bucket, and a small pile of wet sand inside a limited space. Primarily aware such kinds of Craft could have other mundane implications, the Blood Female was almost jittery with excitement. Once the items were placed, she turned away from them, and began to dance a swift jig across in the direction of all the items.

Aware of how dangerous her activity appeared Naia had posted a sign at the top of the stage stairs both in front and back which read: BASIC CRAFT EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS, CAUTION PLEASE. She grinned all the same when her foot slipped on a rope then promptly the prepared Craft propelled her upright rather than an immediate fall. Replacing each item, Naia began to repeat the activity two more times, making sure she came very close to falling as possible.

"This could be good. Mayhaps even for a gag. Especially a gag," she commented to no one, neither expecting or not expecting company. Either might have been fine, and maybe better to have a few opinions. Hands on her hips, she danced through the pile of sand, and even all the way to the bucket with the final charges of the prepared Craft expending as a bright laugh poured out of one of the newest Hammer and Anvil performers, known as the Ingenue. Naia gave a bit of a yawn before pulling an apple from her pocket and polishing it on her tunic. Hopping down and sitting, she decided on a snack break. Craft took effort; her mother and sisters were practically constantly eating, and with what she could do, it was plain enough as to why. Carefully concentrating after eating a few bites, Naia focused on each item, returning it to the original place she'd put each in for her experiment.

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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      WrenStar

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Re: Playing with Laughing Wonder
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 18, 12:51:34 AM »
Lissy loved the stage when it was empty. Oh, she loved it when it was full too - but.. there was something about a fresh, clean, empty stage that to her was like a blank canvas. She liked sitting in the wings, or on the catwalk, and looking down or out at the vast expanse of it from interesting angles as she wrote in her notebook about characters or detailing various little scenes.

Today, she'd finished up her work early just so that she would be able to do just that. It had been a task too - not because she'd had a while lot to do, but rather because she'd had to be careful to avoid her mother so as not to incur more chores or just her mother's critical eye. Narlha was a boisterous, caring woman.. but she was also a woman with a lot of opinions - many of therm about how her daughter should be living her life, making herself useful, or making herself marriageable.

Alissa never knew whether to gag, shudder, or whimper at the thought. She was a romantic, sure, what young woman her age wasn't one in some capacity? But her mother had this whole plan for her that involved her making her descent and marrying a well-to-do Lord or something.

But Lissy didn't want that. Lissy wanted to write. She wanted to be a part of the theatre. And here, laying on her belly on the catwalk above the barren stage, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

And... so, apparently, was Lady Naia.

Lissy paused in her scene as the newest member of the troupe made her way onstage, the darker skinned woman having been with them for only a season and a half or so. Curiously, she let her pencil rest on her notebook, tucking it beneath her chest to afford herself a better view of the odd things that the other woman was doing. Why was she laying things all about the stage like that? That wasn't safe by any means... And now she was.. dancing? And -- oh no!

Lissy's voice caught in her throat and she pushed herself up to her knees as she saw Naia head right for some rope on the floor... but the other didn't fall. She almost did. She definitely looked like she was falling... then she just returned to upright and went on with her dancing.

The mousey playwright found herself smiling as she continued to watch, smothering a giggle behind her hand here and there with the almost-falls and the jovial way that Lady Naia made her way around (and through) the obstacles she'd set for herself. The trick, or experiment, or whatever it was, seemed to come to an end though and as the woman below moved to sit at the edge of the stage, Lissy too shifted to return to her writing. However, as she moved her pencil rolled and dropped right off the edge of the catwalk - landing point-down in Lady Naia's sandwich.

Alissa blinked, then blushed, leaning out a bit and looking down - two big round eyes peering down from the darkness.

"S-sorry!"

Offline Naia Garcia

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Re: Playing with Laughing Wonder
« Reply #2 on: May 17, 18, 01:33:31 AM »
Thankfully, said sandwich had only been recently removed from a satchel, and was still wrapped. A bit of hearty brown bread, sharp cheese, thick tomato slices and a fresh leafy green was really all that was on it. Naia tilted her head, apple core still resting in her fingertips. It had been a pretty thick sandwich, even if relatively simple of form, so while amused that there was a writing utensil standing up in the greater half of her meal, she was more curious as to where the item had fallen from. Then came the whisper, which the performer was better able to follow after finishing the apple and folding the seeds and core bits away into a smallish psychic cabinet.

Bright golden eyes with a hint of brown flicked around the stage, then finally, up. Of all the places to find to sit, she approved of the solitary nature of the location. Gently, Naia dislodged the pencil, it really having caused little harm at all, if any. "I see I have disturbed some creativity," came the remark in response.

"If you would like, I am happy to share. Fresh from the kitchen quite recently, assuming you like cheese and tomatoes. Elsewise I have one more apple. They are very good." With an animated push of her hand, Naia moved the contents of the stage one by one into the bucket; the ropes, the wet sand which resolved itself into a handy ball, leaving the stage as neatly as Naia had found it a little while ago.

"I have even rescued your writing utensil. It is quite safe, I assure you," she jested, curious as to what might send a person hiding above the stage, though a little too polite to ask the question. She wiggled the pencil in her hand, watching the direction she had noticed the eyes and heard the startled sound that seemed to have been a quiet and startled apology, but Naia wasn't one to assume until she knew for certain.

With a crook of her finger, the bucket with its objects wiggled its way slowly toward Naia.

"I love a little Craft. Helps get a job done, but still lets me work well enough with my hands."

 

 

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