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fandomhigh2013-10-24 12:15 pm
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2013-10-24 12:15 pm
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Live Entertainment Appreciation, Thursday Period 5
Today when the students met on the Causeway, Jono was actually dressed in fairly normal clothing, compared to his usual long jacket and army boots garb. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater and some jeans, actually looking quite at home in his own skin today. He was even smiling a little.
"Today," he said, nodding at the group assembled, "we're going to an artsy coffee shop, one more established than The Perk here on the island. We're going to sit down, take in the ambiance, drink some manner of hot or cold ridiculously overpriced beverage, and appreciate whatever entertainment they happen to have up on their stage. We're most likely to witness some manner of acoustic music, or perhaps some spoken word poetry. Your expectations as a live audience here are going to be somewhat more relaxed than they were, say, at the opera. You can sit and listen, or simply treat the entertainment as a sort of ambient sound, a mood-setter while you relax with a coffee and visit with friends. Not all environments require your rapt attention, though in places like this, occasionally you'll sit down and witness a rare talent that demands it all the same."
He waved the students through a portal into a coffee shop that resembled the Perk, with booths and tables and art made of coffee beans hanging on wooden walls, where a band was just packing up and leaving the stage off in the corner of the room. As students ordered beverages or found a place to settle, a man took the stage, getting himself settled, and he started to speak. It wasn't music, no, but there was a sort of lyrical quality and truth to his words that had many of the coffee shop patrons turning their attention toward him.
"When I was a kid," he began, "I used to think pork chops and karate chops were the same thing…"
[OOC: Open!]
"Today," he said, nodding at the group assembled, "we're going to an artsy coffee shop, one more established than The Perk here on the island. We're going to sit down, take in the ambiance, drink some manner of hot or cold ridiculously overpriced beverage, and appreciate whatever entertainment they happen to have up on their stage. We're most likely to witness some manner of acoustic music, or perhaps some spoken word poetry. Your expectations as a live audience here are going to be somewhat more relaxed than they were, say, at the opera. You can sit and listen, or simply treat the entertainment as a sort of ambient sound, a mood-setter while you relax with a coffee and visit with friends. Not all environments require your rapt attention, though in places like this, occasionally you'll sit down and witness a rare talent that demands it all the same."
He waved the students through a portal into a coffee shop that resembled the Perk, with booths and tables and art made of coffee beans hanging on wooden walls, where a band was just packing up and leaving the stage off in the corner of the room. As students ordered beverages or found a place to settle, a man took the stage, getting himself settled, and he started to speak. It wasn't music, no, but there was a sort of lyrical quality and truth to his words that had many of the coffee shop patrons turning their attention toward him.
"When I was a kid," he began, "I used to think pork chops and karate chops were the same thing…"
[OOC: Open!]
Poetry!
In any case, sit back and enjoy. Coffee is on Jono, this afternoon.
Re: Poetry!
Re: Poetry!