THE GOTTALA JELEBELLIOS

[capemods]

WHO: ImPorts.
WHERE: Gottala Jelebellios of TíraFórsae.
WHEN: April 21st 2013 noon to April 25th 11:59 PM.
WARNINGS: Possible violence, gore. Possible sexual situations.
SUMMARY: Off-world adventure on EARTH KLADSUO834LKSFDLKJ8718=LAJD
FORMAT: Whatever.



[Now THIS is the Big Clam of all Gottalas! This is the city-ship that any mothership would be most proud of, this is the peak of the elite fleet. Housing 90,000 classy individuals, Jelebellios is the size of what natives might remember to be land-locked nations.

Everything in Jelebellios is glamorous, everything is about living high and infamously. This is the Gottala that those who MAKE it can upgrade to -- for those of a more middling class, it's an ideal vacation spot. Something to wistfully sigh over, perhaps.

The food is the best here, they have RUNNING FRESH WATER in every room, they have forums with fountains (that often spew champagne) and opera houses with mobile skylight viewing. Jelebellios, in the more prestigious avenues, is literally paved with gold.

But the superficial is invoked into art form here -- and more than that, entertainment is a way of life. Quite literally, the only living on Jelebellios. While mundane trading for FOOD or WATER or BORING CHUNKS OF GOLD might satisfy the plebs that other Gottalas have, if you're a citizen (or guest!) of JELEBELLIOS there's only one tender.

And it's tender as the night.

Because tender refers to physical affection. So if you want food or water or dazzling clothing or anything, you better look your cutest and pucker up.]

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DAY 4

[capemods]

[Everyone is summoned to the Grand Burlesque Hall! It's not called that officially, though you'd assume as much -- this arena is the equivalent of a quadrupled football stadium, and an imposing stage fills the center of this incredible oval space.

If you're coming from ANY OTHER GOTTALA EXCEPT DAUMADAAL then you're invited. If you're coming from XES THER, then you're a guest of honor, sitting pretty with the Pristine Consort's harem. Any implications are accidental on your part.

It's a very visual production, with captured lightning storms and thunder contained on set. In the middle there's a small, fabricated Gottala with a crew. Descending from the "sky" are actors in the costumed flesh of human beings with... variations. Some have wings. Some throw fire. Some turn into a glowing white light.

These are meant to be "humans" with superpowers.

A booming voice:

Ftee’baich’feeuh’feeuh’dess’feeuh~eaye’barr’feeuh~foo’eyew’barr~eeff’eaye’ftee’baich’feeuh’barr’dess! Ftee’baich’feeuh~ggee’foo’ddee’dess! Ftee’baich’feeuh~bem’feeuh’ftee’eaye’bem’feeuh’dehn!

Then there appears to be an interlude of go-go dancing, including a series of Tirisean men in pink cages floating above the ship, to the music. This might make you feel a little uncomfortable.

Once the go-go dancing has finally stopped, the stage clears. An actor in green make up and pointy ears addresses the audience with gestures.

Sea monsters rise from the staged sea and explode into brilliant bursts of fireworks. The correlation seems somewhat random -- but you suppose that, maybe, there's some untranslatable symbolic meaning to it all.

It's a shame your watch didn't port in with you. Is this over yet?]

OPEN

[currentcy]

[ Although he isn't particularly enjoying this show, Electro wishes he'd been on whatever this place was days ago. The energy was more uplifting, far preferable to indulge in in the days following his birthday. He's got a small stash of goods in his lap that he's acquired by crafty means. Kissing is easy. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

So. This means they hate us and are gonna feed us to exploding sea elves, right.

[Despite the horribleness of the play, she actually sounds close to neutral. To be fair, it's hard for her to be totally upset at everything now that she's on a ship where she doesn't have to talk like the Cat in the Hat. And has her boyfriend back, aka her current human pillow for this...thing.

Why didn't she pocket any drugs.]

[currentcy]

[ He's still a little twitchy from the past three days, but he's managing to power through it. The fancy food they've been sharing seems to have helped a little. ]

I think so. Is that an alien? [ He points to the one in the green makeup. ] I was paying more attention to those dancers. They're sorta distracting.

[aggressiveapathy]

I dunno. It's all probably symbolic of world war ten or something. Or whatever made everything like...this.

[She considers those dances for a moment, still trying to wrap her mind around the fact someone, somewhere, had found this to be a good idea.]

So. Yeah. Aliens work.

[currentcy]

Whatever sank this stupid world. I like to think maybe it was the wrath of God. Not that they're taking it too bad. Did you try the champagne?

[ He adjusts slightly to pass her his glass. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[After drug world- and the nightmare that came after drug world- April frowns for a half second at the drink. Then she glances at the play again and decides literally anything would be better than another few hours of this.]

Hello champagne. I knew I had more friends here.

[currentcy]

Tough few days or something?

[ He sits back a bit more, staring blearily at the cage dancers again. He holds his hand out for the glass whenever she's done. ]

I barely remember how I spent mine.

[aggressiveapathy]

Babe, I want you to make me a promise.

[Her expression goes suddenly serious- in the way that it does when she's being knowingly over-dramatic to get a reaction- as she passed back the glass.]

If I ever, even once, start talking in rhyme? I need you to kill me.

[currentcy]

[ He looks at her, a little confused -- though at this point, he's used to April not always making immediate sense. ]

What if you're singing? Or like, rapping? How am I supposed to know? I'd rather ask first to be on the safe side.

[aggressiveapathy]

Those don't count. I mean, like, going a Dr. Seuss kind of talking. That means I've given up on life.

[Totally serious nod here.]

Open

[wisecracked]

[Before the show happens Kenzi is enjoying the whole guest of honor deal. She kind of likes this place, in comparison to where she started it's a vast improvement. Kissing in exchange for items is easy. She was able to get a new outfit with ease, it wasn't quite to her liking but it was leagues better than that hideous jumpsuit she'd been given on the previous gottala. The food and drink was also leaps and bounds better here than there.

By the time the show rolls around Kenzi is stuffed and well on her way to drunk. She couldn't be happier. She's managed to pick up on some of the language but attempting to speak it in her current state might be a bit of a mistake. She'd asked a simple question only moments ago and nearly got a tongue down her throat and some groping. Which is entirely embarrassing in public.

As for the show itself? She's not really paying attention to it, she's more inclined to indulge in chatter or whatever else with those around her.]

[governorkang]

[Kang had never been more glad to see Kenzi in his life than he was earlier that day, when he'd found her in Jelebellios. Kissing others is easy for Kenzi to do, but for him, even hugging strangers is not something he's comfortable with. The first two days he's managed to get by with allowing a few of said awkward hugs and even for a handful of locals to give him a kiss on the cheek. He'd been on Xes Ther the day before and eaten quite well, thankfully; back on this ship, though, his stomach is growling again.

He doesn't want to just ask Kenzi to help get him something to eat, so he sits behind her in the Hall, trying to figure out what the hell is going on in the show.]

[wisecracked]

[Kenzi's more than happy to see a familiar face, she hasn't seen many (if any) since her arrival on Daumadaal.

It's a good thing Kenzi is fairly observant, she's noticed Kang hasn't really eaten so the moment she gets a chances she pushes some of her food toward him.]

Really outta your element here, huh?

[governorkang]

That's an understatement.

[Kang gratefully takes the food, making a mental note to buy her some really expensive alcohol when they get back to the City. The go-go dancing is almost done, thankfully.]

[wisecracked]

After the last three days, I'm really enjoying it. [She grins at Kang before turning to flirt with someone that made their way over.]

[governorkang]

[He blinks, and leans away from a woman who seems interested in him before looking at Kenzi oddly.]

Where were you the first three days?

[What could be worse than this?]

[wisecracked]

[What could be worse? Oh man, have you not left the ship at all since arriving, Kang?]

Started off on some haunted hellhole with no food to eat except the decaying bodies of the dead. Oh, did I mention there ws cannibals there? Diseased freaky cannibals.

And then I ended up on some other ship where they gave me the ugliest jumpsuit ever to wear. They destroyed my clothes! And I had to go through hours of decontamination in which I'm pretty sure they took some of my skin when they was scrubbing!

This place is like heaven compared to the other two.

[governorkang]

[.........ew. He grimaces.]

I can see how this one is better. [Barely, in his opinion.] The other ship sounds like the one I was on yesterday. Xes Ther?

[wisecracked]

[She nods.] Yeah, that's the place. Talk about a lot of fashion don'ts. Not that this place is much better.

closed;

[soulbonder]

[Astral's so, so relieved to finally get off Burodwhey. After that affair yesterday, who could blame him for being eager? He grabs and pulls on Yuma's arm, trying to get his attention.] Yuma, Yuma.

[He's hoping that he'll finally be able to enjoy this... trip a little more. Especially since they appear to be invited to some sort of showing. How exciting!!]

guess who could not remember which post this thread was on

[soulbondee]

[ He can feel the tugging, but his attention is nowhere near the moment. It does take several repetitions of his name before he turns, brow scrunched. ]

What, what is it?

it couldn't be you, could it

[soulbonder]

[Wow, he's way too close to Yuma for comfort. Maybe a few inches away from his face. What's personal space? Astral seems to forget what that is when he's human. Though, really, he's overcompensating for his power burnout. The sensation of touch is almost as good as being able to hear Yuma's heart, but it's not quite the same. A suitable replacement.] Did you hear them, Yuma?

[Probably not, since Yuma wasn't paying any attention. He never really pays attention, does he? Astral sighs, he can't help but be excited, though. He's practically bouncing.] We're invited to a show. I want to see it!

[soulbondee]

[ And, like usual, Yuma puts a free hand on Astral's shoulder and absently push him a few inches back. Maybe one of these times, he'll learn where the personal space boundary is...

But what Astral says just has Yuma looking perplexed. ] Yeah, I heard a whole bunch of fish glubbing at nothing. Where the heck did you get an idea like that from that?

[soulbonder]

[Oh, yes, Yuma can't understand them...] Because they said that. They're really not glubbing either, Yuma. They're speaking to us, like we are speaking to each other right now.