THE GOTTALA JELEBELLIOS

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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.]

Comments

[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.]

[currentcy]

Oh, sure. That kind of babble would at least merit a break-up.

[ He sips his champagne. ]

I get called 'too old' enough to not want to be seen with someone talking in rhymes.

[aggressiveapathy]

[That comment gets a laugh, the grin still lingering after. Why was it only now her talking in kid rhymes could be funny? Max should have been on the boat with her instead of Eddie.]

Mm. Sorry your birthday turned into.

[What word to use?]

This.

[currentcy]

[ He touches her shoulder after a moment, affectionately but trying to be casual. He shrugs, passing the champagne over again. ]

It's more interesting than barhopping, I guess. I might as well get in all the new experiences I can before I kick the bucket. [ A short laugh. Not that he's old or anything. Not that old, anyway... ] Besides, I got you here now. Back home we'd probably just be watching something stupider than this on TV.