"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
Flint picks up the Lute and plays it, seeming slightly less scared
As you play, you find the weight of the shock and the nervousness begins to lift. You perform much better than you thought you would. Your fingers almost seem to know what to do all on their own, the lyrics seem sharp and natural, and your voice is strong, loud, and clear.
Flint relaxes, beginning to enjoy himself. After, he waits for the audience reaction
Flint picks up the Lute and plays it, seeming slightly less scared
As you play, you find the weight of the shock and the nervousness begins to lift. You perform much better than you thought you would. Your fingers almost seem to know what to do all on their own, the lyrics seem sharp and natural, and your voice is strong, loud, and clear.
Flint relaxes, beginning to enjoy himself. After, he waits for the audience reaction
The purple suited masked man watches silently until the end of the show. When you're finished he reaches up and grabs the comedy mask's chin, removing it. Where a head should have been, a cluster of eyeballs floats in midair, watching you.
Then he stands up and begins to clap. Only two hands clap but the uproarious, thundering sound of a full audience rolls across the stage like a wave.
A man with an elaborate suit, waistcoat, tie, and headscarf walks into the Yonstore. His clothes are bright white with embroidered gold, but they are stained all over with warm-colored powders. He has a bandolier of vials holding similar powders under his tailcoat. There is a lot of golden stitching on his clothes and stovepipe top hat. Overall, he gives the impression of a rich person who does not know how to take care of his appearance.
His tapestry-like scarf covered most of his head, revealing his beautiful, gleaming red eyes. He leans heavily on his cane, which seems to have a censer in the head that continually releases a small amount of red gas.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man with an elaborate suit, waistcoat, tie, and headscarf walks into the Yonstore. His clothes are bright white with embroidered gold, but they are stained all over with warm-colored powders. He has a bandolier of vials holding similar powders under his tailcoat. There is a lot of golden stitching on his clothes and stovepipe top hat. Overall, he gives the impression of a rich person who does not know how to take care of his appearance.
His tapestry-like scarf covered most of his head, revealing his beautiful, gleaming red eyes. He leans heavily on his cane, which seems to have a censer in the head that continually releases a small amount of red gas.
A raggedy beggar watches him from a corner of the store. A flock of crows flutter and peck about him. Strewn around him are the discarded remains of vegetables. The parts that couldn't be used or sold. He holds a pitiful beet in his gloved hand and seems to be cutting at it with a knife.
Flint picks up the Lute and plays it, seeming slightly less scared
As you play, you find the weight of the shock and the nervousness begins to lift. You perform much better than you thought you would. Your fingers almost seem to know what to do all on their own, the lyrics seem sharp and natural, and your voice is strong, loud, and clear.
Flint relaxes, beginning to enjoy himself. After, he waits for the audience reaction
The purple suited masked man watches silently until the end of the show. When you're finished he reaches up and grabs the comedy mask's chin, removing it. Where a head should have been, a cluster of eyeballs floats in midair, watching you.
Then he stands up and begins to clap. Only two hands clap but the uproarious, thundering sound of a full audience rolls across the stage like a wave.
'Uhhh, OK, glad ya like it I guess! Now what? Do I go? I should probably go back to my den'
Flint picks up the Lute and plays it, seeming slightly less scared
As you play, you find the weight of the shock and the nervousness begins to lift. You perform much better than you thought you would. Your fingers almost seem to know what to do all on their own, the lyrics seem sharp and natural, and your voice is strong, loud, and clear.
Flint relaxes, beginning to enjoy himself. After, he waits for the audience reaction
The purple suited masked man watches silently until the end of the show. When you're finished he reaches up and grabs the comedy mask's chin, removing it. Where a head should have been, a cluster of eyeballs floats in midair, watching you.
Then he stands up and begins to clap. Only two hands clap but the uproarious, thundering sound of a full audience rolls across the stage like a wave.
'Uhhh, OK, glad ya like it I guess! Now what? Do I go? I should probably go back to my den'
The applause does not cease or weaken. A flashbulb sign does blaze out of the dark over a door to the side of the stage: "EGRESS"
"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"How right you are..." He thanks the man again and jogs into the theater excitedly.
You enter the theater and you find that the ticket seller has sort of disappeared. Sort of.
Before I show how someone can sort of disappear, I'll give the layout of the hall. The ground has been painted black and white with countless whirls and loops, like painted ripples on a pond that has just been barraged by pebbles. Golden, sticky, light warms the hall and ornate ceilings span into the heavens above, lifted higher than reality by exquisite architectural phantasms. Exaggerated visages peer out from under the fanciful designs -- laughing, weeping, screaming, philosophizing -- representing every emotion in its most extreme incarnation.
All around you are figures -- men, women, boys, girls, young, old, families, and couples. They are all well dressed, extremely so, in suits and gowns of purple and their faces are covered by the same golden, crescent eyed, bulging cheeked, grinning comedy masks of the ticket seller. They all seem to flow through a set of doors lit up by a glowing sign above which reads: "THE SHOW."
A masked man and woman move against the current, arm in arm. The man's mask is twisted in the agonized sorrow of a tragedy mask but the woman who steps lightly alongside him has one of the raucous comedy ones. Then you hear the man's voice. It is thick and sullen and tinged with grief and dissatisfaction but other than the tone, it sounds exactly like the ticket sellers voice.
"It was horrible. Dreadful really. A complete waste of time and money. Time and money. It didn't go at all how I would have liked it too. Not at all. It was terribly terrible."
Then the woman responds in a light, airy tone that tinkles with bells and laughter, "I rather enjoyed it. I had never seen a show quite like it. What a wonderful experience." As the couple passes you by, you notice the woman wink at you. But that couldn't have happened, she was wearing a mask. A mask can't wink...
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
The quickling immediately becomes suspicious, it's almost in his nature. He stops directly in front of the distraught man. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly didn't you like about the show?"
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
Jasper, as that is his name, folds his arms and clears his throat. "So! I am the entertainment, if I understand correctly?" He calls out through the awkward silence to the masked eyeball man.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Oh it was horrible. It didn't go the way I wanted it too. I wanted a show to be seen and that's not what I got. I want my dime back! I want my time back. I want all my time back! I want it again!" He says in outrage and you detect a hint of dismay.
Flint relaxes, beginning to enjoy himself. After, he waits for the audience reaction
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The purple suited masked man watches silently until the end of the show. When you're finished he reaches up and grabs the comedy mask's chin, removing it. Where a head should have been, a cluster of eyeballs floats in midair, watching you.
Then he stands up and begins to clap. Only two hands clap but the uproarious, thundering sound of a full audience rolls across the stage like a wave.
A man with an elaborate suit, waistcoat, tie, and headscarf walks into the Yonstore. His clothes are bright white with embroidered gold, but they are stained all over with warm-colored powders. He has a bandolier of vials holding similar powders under his tailcoat. There is a lot of golden stitching on his clothes and stovepipe top hat. Overall, he gives the impression of a rich person who does not know how to take care of his appearance.
His tapestry-like scarf covered most of his head, revealing his beautiful, gleaming red eyes. He leans heavily on his cane, which seems to have a censer in the head that continually releases a small amount of red gas.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ah, dang. Gtg. I'll probably be back on later.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A raggedy beggar watches him from a corner of the store. A flock of crows flutter and peck about him. Strewn around him are the discarded remains of vegetables. The parts that couldn't be used or sold. He holds a pitiful beet in his gloved hand and seems to be cutting at it with a knife.
'Uhhh, OK, glad ya like it I guess! Now what? Do I go? I should probably go back to my den'
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*what is that?*
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The applause does not cease or weaken. A flashbulb sign does blaze out of the dark over a door to the side of the stage: "EGRESS"
'Ah, sweet. Well, thanks, I guess. See ya around'
Flint leaves through the EGRESS
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He nods curtly. "Well, hopefully you get your dime back sir. I've already spent mine, so I might as well go see the show, yes?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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'Uhh hey, um, enjoy the show'
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"See that's the problem with this place. You pay the dime before seeing the show. You don't even know if you'll actually like it. How do you know it will be any good? Sure, you hear about all sorts of great shows that happen here, wondrous theatrics that blow the audience away, but do they actually happen? Who's to say? You might as well go in but it'll probably be a waste of time and energy. Good show my foot!" He harrumphs angrily and sadly and walks away. Before he reaches the exit, the lady and the unhappy man turn around and join the flow of the crowd. You notice that the man's mask has changed from his tragic frown to the same gleeful grin as everyone else.
"The value of a dime must be more than I thought," he chuckles. "Kidding, let's see, that isn't normal at all..." He frowns in thought. Talking to himself, by the way, is how he works through his thoughts. And he talks quite fast, only barely understandable on occasion. "I believe I'll be fine, these carnival folk most likely couldn't catch me anyway."
He walks through whatever the main door looked like, to the actual show.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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You walk through into a room of blinding light and murky darkness. The sky is filled with flaming suns that blaze down solely on you, everything else is pitch black. As your eyes adjust to the dramatic lighting you strain to see through the spotlight haze at the audience. All the seats are empty.
Save one. The purple suited comedy mask man sits quietly in the front row. He reaches up to his grinning mask and pulls it aside to reveal a cloud of hovering eyeballs all fixed upon you. Then his voice thunders in the air:
"All the world's a stage, but this room more so than the rest. I'm glad you're all here ladies and gentleman because now it's time for the show!" Uproarious applause breaks out before the whole place falls deathly silent in anticipation.
*Slimble grimble*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Flint is hanging around in an alleyway next to the Store, eating a carton of takeaway noodles
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Jasper, as that is his name, folds his arms and clears his throat. "So! I am the entertainment, if I understand correctly?" He calls out through the awkward silence to the masked eyeball man.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Flint nods to him, before slinking off
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