A Night At the Opera

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WHO: Hans Von Hammer and VERY, VERY OPEN.
WHERE: The City Opera House
WHEN: Friday Evening (But come whenever you want!)
WARNINGS: None but what you make.
SUMMARY: Von Hammer is attending a performance of Verdi's "La Traviata" at the city opera house. Formal wear a must. Everyone in the city is able to come to this performance. In fact, bring a date, make a night of it, have hijinks that ensue! Whatever you like! There is no requirement to talk to Von Hammer, though I do hope one or two of you do!
FORMAT: Whatever you like!



The city had turned out in finery tonight. The lights of the opera house were all lit, the shadows banished from the art deco architecture. The space was packed with voices as people filed into the different sections. It was, so they said, a sold out show. Posters for La Traviata hung like banners, with the names of the performers written boldly in delicate calligraphy underneath.

The bar was still open, and would be open again during the intermission, and indeed after the show. The wine was particularly fine this evening, everything was. This was an opening night, after all. The best staff were present, the best drinks, the best of everything.

When the lights dimmed, and the music began, it was finely done, practiced to perfection. If the people in charge had been asked, they would have said that Verdi warranted such. And as the music soared from the orchestra, as the performers sang their best, there was a potential for a night of high culture and enjoyment, for all who had participated.



((OOC: Sorry, meant to post this earlier today, but delays and internet difficulties prevented me! Also: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_traviata if you want to write bits of the opera in.))

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At Intermission

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He stood away from the crowd, near a window. He looked out at the night sky, a glass of wine in his hand. It had been ages since he'd had wine. At least, real wine. Good wine. Not the bits scraped together by the squadron at the end. This wine was without sadness, without any war.

He enjoyed it particularly as a result.

He looked out at the sky, ignoring the noise around him. He wanted a cigarette, but he would have to wait until the end of the performance. He wondered, idly, if it would not be better to kick the habit. Apparently it was quite bad for you.

He wore an old but well-maintained tuxedo, a rental. All he could afford, really, but worth it. Worth it to hear music in performance again. And, a rare event inside another rare event, he smiled out at the stars.

[out_of_time]

Jack walked up next to Hans, wearing a suit noticaebly less fashionable than the very best that was being worn all around him. "Tell me again how you got me into this," he groused. He looked tired. Verdi was not exactly to Jack's taste.

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He smiled. He approved, inwardly, of Jack's fashion decision. A little ruffling of feathers on certain elements of society never hurt.

"Civic duty, I believe my theme was." He signaled a waiter with a hand. "But the alcohol is good, and it makes people feel better to see one of their famed officers here, I think."

He raised his glass in a minor salute to Jack with those words.

[out_of_time]

"Yeah, well, I'm glad I'm making them feel better," Jack said dryly. He realized he could use a glass of his own. "Do they have beer here, or is it just wine and champagne?"

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"Plenty of it. I plan on indulging somewhat liberally when the opera is over. Granted, I am still learning which of your brands here are good and which are not."

The waiter was, of course, there in a moment to take an order.

[out_of_time]

Jack wasn't picky about beer brands- plain and refreshing was what he preferred when he did drink, which wasn't often. He ordered accordingly.

"What do you think of American brands so far?" He asked, curious. "I've heard a lot of people from other countries say that American beer is crap to them."

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He smiled, chuckling a little.

"Some is good, some is not so good. Like any beer, really. Depends on the batch. But yours? Affordable and plentiful, which are important considerations."