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abraxaslogs2023-12-27 05:17 pm
glaciare) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-12-27 05:17 pm
the saint and the sectary | OPEN
Who: The Thorne Summoned, actors and onlookers alike
When: Late December, likely the 28th
Where: Nott
What: The Summoned of Thorne put on a play for the Children
Warnings: None, will be added if needed!
When: Late December, likely the 28th
Where: Nott
What: The Summoned of Thorne put on a play for the Children
Warnings: None, will be added if needed!
Near the end of the winter month, the project that Jill and Clive -- and everyone else they've managed to rope into their plan -- finally comes to fruition. It's here, for the benefit of children and costing only a small donation towards the wellbeing of orphans: The Saint and the Sectary! Come, converse with your fellow actors before the show. Lay the blame on the people who enabled you into performing. Watch the performance of your fellow Summoned and after the show, converse with them! Notable highlights include (as an ever lengthening list): Dion failing to be convincingly in love with a woman, a very convincing tree, a delightful soundtrack by Mat that is doing a lot of heavy lifting, and more!
Feel free to make your own headers, make up parts of the play for your own amusement, tag around, or whatever else you'd like! The stage is your oyster.
OPEN TO ALL!
Perhaps it's inevitable that Urianger signs up to be part of Jill and Clive's play for the children of Nott. He's always had a particular soft spot for entertaining young people — there are all sorts of experiences he missed out on as a child, after all, and he thinks he would have quite enjoyed performances such as this — and he has both the patience and the imagination needed to bring a story to life for those who might need a little extra help. Part of him knows it's a way for him to feel a little better about himself — a way for him to continue atoning for what he did under the influence of Shuma Gorath — but any guilt he feels about that?
He crushes it down; reminds himself that the goal here is to entertain and overjoy. While it may not be an entirely selfless act, he is content in knowing that it will spread a little joy either way.
The rehearsals provide excellent opporunities for Urianger to get to know his fellow actors a bit better: there are faces with which he's extremely familiar as well as faces he recognises only from the periphary, and so he makes a concerted effort to help with learning lines, testing makeup, and even puts his low-key skill with a needle and thread to use in assisting with the mending of costumes.
By the night of the performance the (Bearded) Lady Morgane has been fully realised: Urianger gives his all to the role, having magically adjusted his appearance just enough to enhance the role he's playing. The play is a resounding success, by his reckoning, and after the final bow he can be found enjoying some post-performance refreshments, amusing the children with a few tiny deomstrations of whirling starlight, before eventually retrating to their little dressing area to struggle out of his costume. Please help to free him of his gown, otherwise he might end up stuck in there forever!
dress helping
"Do you require aid, Urianger?" She won't attempt to help until he gives her permission. "The corset in particular is... unwieldy."
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Urianger stiffens minutely as he's addressed, then sags just a little with something like relief as he turns to see Jill's approach. In truth he's wholly embarrassed by the situation — as one fo the more established scholars of the Scions he should have been able to figure this out — and yet the corset?
It remains a mystery.
"... I would be most grateful of thine assistance, Lady Warrick," Urianger replies, a ruddy hue settling into the tips of his ears. "Providing it is not too much trouble, of course."
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His blush at the tips of his ears is endearing, but rather than make it worse Jill attempts to set him further at ease. "When I was a girl there was a concerted effort to teach me the proper fashion of the Duchy's court. Corsets were never something I could understand, much to the disapproval of the Duchess herself."
So she understands his struggle. So much so she hasn't worn one ever since she could decide for herself what to wear.
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With each loosening Urianger finds himself a little more able to breathe — not that he'd especially noticed how restrictive the garment had been while it was laced, but it is certainly becoming apparent now that he's taking the thing off.
"Thou art a woman of good sense," he chuckles, holding still so that she might work more easily. "Upon my Star, such fashions gained notable popularity in the nation of Ishgard — a land most reknowned for the value upon which propriety is placed."
He tilts his head, curious.
"The Duchess of whom thou speakest — she felt similarly?"
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"I am not certain, in truth. It could be that she took great pleasure in finding fault in things she didn't like rather than a desire for propriety." It was hard to tell with Duchess Anabella. Jill has made her peace with her treatment at the hands of the woman, though she still feels anger stir within her when she thinks of how poorly she treated Clive. But she is dead and gone, by her own hand too, and if Jill could not hold her at sword point and make her apologize, repent, then such a fate would have to do. "Most of the staff of the castle were just happy to see us children running around, happy, and cared little for what we wore or what was proper."
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Hm. There's a story there, Urianger thinks, but he's also aware that he doesn't know enough of Jill to probe too deeply into memories that might cause her pain. There is a quiet seriousess to the woman that speaks to the initial coolness that surrounds her upon a first glance, for all her heart and smile are fire-warm and welcoming.
"'Tis a difficult thing, to be under the guardianship of one who would treat thee with such disdain. Mine own parents ..." Urianger clears his throat. "Mayhap I was fortunate in that they behaved as though I simply were not there."
He turns just enough to catch Jill's gaze and offer a smile.
"I am heartened to hear thou wert able to find happiness there all the same."
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"Nonsense. That is horrible in its own right, and you do yourself no favors by saying otherwise." Jill says, with conviction. "It sounds lonely, your upbringing -- I cannot say I would have survived it." No, her survival until she was freed by Clive would have destroyed her, if it had lasted much longer. "Thank you-- I look often upon those days and find the happiness lingers much longer than the pain. I hope you have moments like that, too."