video | a theatre near the temple of art | 01

[suit_of_sables]

[ There's quite a lot of activity going on behind him, what with the renovations being done. Geoffrey has a very select group of skills, thankfully, and one of them happens to be to find capable people who are willing to do things for him with only the barest expectation of payment (if that). Thankfully, in a people who have been devoid of music and art and literature, he has some of the finest bait possible. He's already put the posting outside the door here and at the temple and he's been looking through one of the abandoned libraries to find what he needs. Thankfully, he could probably transcribe the damn thing himself if he really needed to.

All the same, to the camera, he looks just a little wild-eyed, amped to 11 out of a possible 5, and only one of his shirt collars is tucked in properly. So, his usual when a play is afoot. ]

Hello!

[ That comes with a bow. ]

My name is Geoffrey Tennant, and I have been as of late the artistic director of the New Burbage Theatre Festival. As of now, it seems, I am your God of Art, Literature, and Music.

[ There's a little sweep of his eyebrows that clearly questions this decision, but he was better than nothing. Definitely better than nothing. ]

Given that my chosen art happens to be theatre, I thought I might invite some of the rest of you to join us here in the production we'll be putting on.

[ He holds out his hands in big, bold gestures. ]

The Tempest. One of my personal favorites, and certainly on topic as we all might feel just a touch as if we've been pulled through mystical means to a rather 'strange new world', as it were.

I'm going to need actors, of course, but also people to be stage crew, anyone interested in making fliers or pamphlets [ he chews on a nail as the details start to crowd his mind and he looks a little twitchy ] I may be the god of Art, but I still can't do much more than stick figures myself. Stick figures! And this play deserves better.

Come down, audition if you like, volunteer if you like, or just express interest and find out when we plan to open. All of that would be splendid, thank you.

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[sybaritic]

[ In a temple that closely resembles every introvert's worst nightmare (i.e. one all strewn with like, glitter and thumping bass and what appears to be an orgy off to the left), there is sprawled a curly haired giant of a man, wearing like, an an actual fucking crown and royal regalia. This is not his fault, he showed up like this. His chin is propped on the heel of one hand, but now he lifts it to wave said hand expansively, several rings catching the light like they were designed to be ludicrously dramatic (they were). ]

Sooooooo--I'm thinking now that we're all so much less likely to die at the drop of a common cold or starve to death after the canned tuna runs out-- [ a pause, also for ludicrous drama. geoffrey tennant, eat your heart out. or give eliot your number, whichever works. ]

I'm thinking we party. [ One long forefinger stabs the air, like he will make his point by force if he must! oh. wait, no, that's just so he can show off how the end is now percolating with light like a sparkler. ]

Food and medicine and the return of civilization as we know it are things to celebrate, people. Plus these poor bastards have been mired in despair for fuck knows how long, and our job should be to give them just the teensiest eeniest iota of hope.

[ oh no, does he sound like he actually cares about something? shit. ]

Now. As you can see we're not exactly overflowing with resources here.

[ seriously, a party this size would embarrass him at brakebills. ]

So I, Eliot, god of revelry, need your help to bring whatever you can to this spectacular table. Food, entertainment, music ... what do you want to see at a party?

[ The shiniest smile ever, after which he reaches casually for a glass of water on a little dias next to the throne, and makes a series of elaborate finger contortions over it. It fucking turns to wine, because of course it fucking does. ]

I've got drinks covered.