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INTRODUCTION
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tellthestoryAs the chaos of arrival fades into a more muted confusion, everyone seems to have drifted into the lobby. It's just the most natural place for a large group of people to congregate. But even with twenty of you, it seems a little too big; maybe it's that the ceilings are so high, or that the air is a little too still. It feels like there are silent eyes upon you all.
That's before the great gilded doors on the northern wall swing open, seemingly of their own accord. The man who strides through is already too busy strumming a melody on his guitar to have touched them. He's dressed casually but neatly, in jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. But his most striking feature is his face - or, rather, its familiarity. There are small differences, to be sure: his hair is slightly longer, and there's a breezily confident air about his smile. Otherwise, though, he's a dead ringer for Billy Harris.
His gaze does linger on Billy for a moment as he's scanning the room, but he doesn't speak to him. He's clearly got something to say to everyone.
Velkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
He moves about the perimeter of the lobby as he sings, giving a few small bows over his guitar: first towards Anna and Hans, then the three Frenchmen, each group in turn as he greets them in their native tongue. He doesn't sound entirely conversant in any of them other than English. But anyone can manage a single word, can't they?
Friends, enemies...strangers.
Here, he pauses just long enough to shoot Billy a wink and a grin before wheeling away.
Thank you for joining, our new little play.
Happy to see you, hope you enjoy your stay.
Yokoso, bienvenue, welcome to
The Opera House, the Opera House, the Opera House!
The music continues quietly in the background even as he lifts his hands from the strings to mime a tip of the hat. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is great to finally meet you! How are you all settling in? Everything okay with your dressing rooms?" His tone while speaking is brisk and somewhat businesslike, but he seems to be enjoying himself.
"I am the Balladeer, and I'll be your host for this show. Now, I'm sure you've seen the rules posted around, but just so we're all on the same page, I'm gonna have a little Q&A session right now with all you guys. Please remember, I am an employee of the Opera House, so Rule Five?" He gestures to the rules pinned up on the wall next to him. "Does apply. I wouldn't recommend testing that one. Actually?"
He tilts his head a little, thoughtfully, as something more like appraisal creeps into his eyes. "I would recommend not hurting anybody at all. But that's really not up to me, is it?" Brushing that off with a shrug, he returns to playing the guitar.
Welcome, bienvenue, welcome to
The Opera House, the Opera House, the Opera House!
With that, the music fades, and the Balladeer swings the guitar around to hang at his side. That's it for his entrance; the floor is now yours.
(( OOC: As stated, Rule Five is now in effect. You can attempt a violence if you want; you will not be immediately killed for it! It just won't end pleasantly. ))
That's before the great gilded doors on the northern wall swing open, seemingly of their own accord. The man who strides through is already too busy strumming a melody on his guitar to have touched them. He's dressed casually but neatly, in jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. But his most striking feature is his face - or, rather, its familiarity. There are small differences, to be sure: his hair is slightly longer, and there's a breezily confident air about his smile. Otherwise, though, he's a dead ringer for Billy Harris.
His gaze does linger on Billy for a moment as he's scanning the room, but he doesn't speak to him. He's clearly got something to say to everyone.
Velkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
He moves about the perimeter of the lobby as he sings, giving a few small bows over his guitar: first towards Anna and Hans, then the three Frenchmen, each group in turn as he greets them in their native tongue. He doesn't sound entirely conversant in any of them other than English. But anyone can manage a single word, can't they?
Friends, enemies...strangers.
Here, he pauses just long enough to shoot Billy a wink and a grin before wheeling away.
Thank you for joining, our new little play.
Happy to see you, hope you enjoy your stay.
Yokoso, bienvenue, welcome to
The Opera House, the Opera House, the Opera House!
The music continues quietly in the background even as he lifts his hands from the strings to mime a tip of the hat. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is great to finally meet you! How are you all settling in? Everything okay with your dressing rooms?" His tone while speaking is brisk and somewhat businesslike, but he seems to be enjoying himself.
"I am the Balladeer, and I'll be your host for this show. Now, I'm sure you've seen the rules posted around, but just so we're all on the same page, I'm gonna have a little Q&A session right now with all you guys. Please remember, I am an employee of the Opera House, so Rule Five?" He gestures to the rules pinned up on the wall next to him. "Does apply. I wouldn't recommend testing that one. Actually?"
He tilts his head a little, thoughtfully, as something more like appraisal creeps into his eyes. "I would recommend not hurting anybody at all. But that's really not up to me, is it?" Brushing that off with a shrug, he returns to playing the guitar.
Welcome, bienvenue, welcome to
The Opera House, the Opera House, the Opera House!
With that, the music fades, and the Balladeer swings the guitar around to hang at his side. That's it for his entrance; the floor is now yours.
(( OOC: As stated, Rule Five is now in effect. You can attempt a violence if you want; you will not be immediately killed for it! It just won't end pleasantly. ))