WELCOME FRIENDS AND FAMILY TO THE TERRIFIC TRAVELING THEATRE!
The Traveling Theatre is a fascinating and alluring demiplane that appears in various locations, often without warning or explanation. Its sudden appearance can seem like an illusion or a mirage, taking travelers and adventurers by surprise.
Upon entering the Theatre, one is immediately struck by the grandeur of the place. Rows of comfortable seats are arranged in a semi-circle around a stage that exudes an air of elegance and luxury. The stage itself is adorned with long, flowing velvet curtains in a deep shade of red, and the entire building is illuminated by a warm, golden light that creates a soft and inviting atmosphere.
The Theatre's intricate architecture is a sight to behold, with ornate carvings and delicate designs adorning the walls and ceilings. The seats are plush and comfortable, with enough space to accommodate a large audience. The sound system is top-notch, delivering crystal-clear audio that makes the performances even more enchanting.
However, there is a catch - the theatre tends to vanish without a trace, leaving everyone wondering where it went. Despite its sudden appearances and disappearances, the Theatre remains one of the most captivating and unforgettable experiences one can have in their lifetime.
This little ditty is owned by the one and only Michaelangelo! He is the mastermind behind a fascinating Traveling Theatre that transcends dimensions to provide a one-of-a-kind entertainment experience to all those who seek it. The theatre's performances are so enthralling that they leave the audience spellbound. Michaelangelo is a character who embodies the very spirit of music and the unrelenting passion of every musician to polish their artistry. As a visual representation of this musical essence, he takes on the appearance of a puppet-like creature standing at 5 feet in height. His furry brown coat and floppy ears lend him an endearing, yet curious look - a cross between a bipedal dog and a whimsical musical note brought to life. While he's a multi-instrumentalist with a broad range of musical skills, his true love lies in playing the piano and the violin, which he does with a level of virtuosity that is nothing short of mesmerizing. He mostly practices Jazz and Classical but his talents vary.
Catch a show! Join the crew! This is your dream! Own it, my friend!
You open the door, you grip the handle and you open it. You had to adjust your eyes to the darkness at first but you were in a theatre of sorts. Music wafts to your ears, violins ringing out and basses striking deep chords, they are playing a song you think you know but it's far off in your mind. The place is busy, characters who look almost like puppets are setting up for a show of sorts. Right now, everyone has a task, everyone is focused on their job.
A large bipedal puppet dog with brown fur is dressed in a black suit, assisting a small puppet cat with lifting a box. He turns as soon as he hears the door open. He laughs merrily and waves "Well hello there stranger. We're setting up at the moment for the show tonight. Don't just stand there, come in!" he waves a hand, beckoning you inwards.
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-Rules-
1. Please keep this PG-13. Light Romance and Horror are allowed amongst you lot but too much will result in a warning.
2. You are allowed to do what you want with your characters. This is about you after all! You can be the audience or be part of the crew! It's up to you.
3. Michaelangelo will tolerate you if you are mischievous without meaning harm but hurt his staff and you will find yourself dumped in a plane you don't want to be.
4. All are welcome. It doesn't matter if you are from the material plane or you are an incomprehensible horror, all are accepted here.
5. If you need to talk to a fellow worker out of character, please use asterisks to do so.
6. NO FIGHTING. We are here to have fun and provide entertainment to those all around the planes. If you have an issue in or out of character, ask permission to fight.
7. In your first post, please write your favorite instrument so I know you have read the rules!
*I appreciate Mikey's passion. I never learned to play, but I always loved bowed string instruments, especially violins and cellos. Not sure which one would be my favorite though.*
*I may introduce a Harvest Hunter here.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*I appreciate Mikey's passion. I never learned to play, but I always loved bowed string instruments, especially violins and cellos. Not sure which one would be my favorite though.*
*I may introduce a Harvest Hunter here.*
*Bass >:3*
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
*I just realized I don't actually need a character sheet since there is no combat. That makes things a lot easier. I don't have to finish an entire character class just yet! Hooray!*
*However... Harvest Hunters are defined by having an eldritch symbiote, which is pretty close to horror, or at least can veer in that direction easily.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*I just realized I don't actually need a character sheet since there is no combat. That makes things a lot easier. I don't have to finish an entire character class just yet! Hooray!*
*However... Harvest Hunters are defined by having an eldritch symbiote, which is pretty close to horror, or at least can veer in that direction easily.*
*If Mild/Minor, that is fine :]*
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
A man with long black hair wearing a black distressed leather jacket and dark shredded jeans walks in, toting an Ibanez branded superstrat. he surveys the room, then walks up to the stage.
following close behind him is a woman wearing similar attire while pushing a large rolling case that says "Sound Equipment" on the side
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Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask enters, looking around with interest. His mask is a little too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony pelvis.
Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Michaelangelo looks at both of them and claps his hands "Howdy there. Glad to have ya." He grins and tilts his head "You here for the show or to help out?"
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
Michaelangelo looks at both of them and claps his hands "Howdy there. Glad to have ya." He grins and tilts his head "You here for the show or to help out?"
The masked man thinks for a second. "I'm not sure what this place is exactly, but if it's a theatre I absolutely wish to help out. I used to be a performer and stagehand a long time ago."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Michaelangelo looks at both of them and claps his hands "Howdy there. Glad to have ya." He grins and tilts his head "You here for the show or to help out?"
the man says "Help out, and possibly join you on your team as a permanent member"
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Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
Michaelangelo looks at both of them and claps his hands "Howdy there. Glad to have ya." He grins and tilts his head "You here for the show or to help out?"
The masked man thinks for a second. "I'm not sure what this place is exactly, but if it's a theatre I absolutely wish to help out. I used to be a performer and stagehand a long time ago."
"We are! WE all come from the Planes of Happiness and that's out job, bringing happiness via this theatre to everyone." He chuckles "My name is Michalangelo, pleasure to meet ya."
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
The masked man thinks for a second. "I'm not sure what this place is exactly, but if it's a theatre I absolutely wish to help out. I used to be a performer and stagehand a long time ago."
"We are! WE all come from the Planes of Happiness and that's out job, bringing happiness via this theatre to everyone." He chuckles "My name is Michalangelo, pleasure to meet ya."
"Gregor here. The Plane of Happiness sounds fun. Do they have good food there?" He cracks his long fingers and shakes out his hands.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
the man sends the woman to fetch some more things from "The Van"
Gregor watches, holding a bottle labeled "Pixie Juice" while sitting cross-legged on a nearby stack of crates. He places the bottle below his mask and takes a swig.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
The Traveling Theatre is a fascinating and alluring demiplane that appears in various locations, often without warning or explanation. Its sudden appearance can seem like an illusion or a mirage, taking travelers and adventurers by surprise.
Upon entering the Theatre, one is immediately struck by the grandeur of the place. Rows of comfortable seats are arranged in a semi-circle around a stage that exudes an air of elegance and luxury. The stage itself is adorned with long, flowing velvet curtains in a deep shade of red, and the entire building is illuminated by a warm, golden light that creates a soft and inviting atmosphere.
The Theatre's intricate architecture is a sight to behold, with ornate carvings and delicate designs adorning the walls and ceilings. The seats are plush and comfortable, with enough space to accommodate a large audience. The sound system is top-notch, delivering crystal-clear audio that makes the performances even more enchanting.
However, there is a catch - the theatre tends to vanish without a trace, leaving everyone wondering where it went. Despite its sudden appearances and disappearances, the Theatre remains one of the most captivating and unforgettable experiences one can have in their lifetime.
This little ditty is owned by the one and only Michaelangelo! He is the mastermind behind a fascinating Traveling Theatre that transcends dimensions to provide a one-of-a-kind entertainment experience to all those who seek it. The theatre's performances are so enthralling that they leave the audience spellbound. Michaelangelo is a character who embodies the very spirit of music and the unrelenting passion of every musician to polish their artistry. As a visual representation of this musical essence, he takes on the appearance of a puppet-like creature standing at 5 feet in height. His furry brown coat and floppy ears lend him an endearing, yet curious look - a cross between a bipedal dog and a whimsical musical note brought to life. While he's a multi-instrumentalist with a broad range of musical skills, his true love lies in playing the piano and the violin, which he does with a level of virtuosity that is nothing short of mesmerizing. He mostly practices Jazz and Classical but his talents vary.
Catch a show! Join the crew! This is your dream! Own it, my friend!
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-Rules-
1. Please keep this PG-13. Light Romance and Horror are allowed amongst you lot but too much will result in a warning.
2. You are allowed to do what you want with your characters. This is about you after all! You can be the audience or be part of the crew! It's up to you.
3. Michaelangelo will tolerate you if you are mischievous without meaning harm but hurt his staff and you will find yourself dumped in a plane you don't want to be.
4. All are welcome. It doesn't matter if you are from the material plane or you are an incomprehensible horror, all are accepted here.
5. If you need to talk to a fellow worker out of character, please use asterisks to do so.
6. NO FIGHTING. We are here to have fun and provide entertainment to those all around the planes. If you have an issue in or out of character, ask permission to fight.
7. In your first post, please write your favorite instrument so I know you have read the rules!
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MODS: WendigoOfLore, Baalzeboop.
*this looks absolutely amazing! I hope there’s a pipe organ somewhere around here, I love pipe organs. Best instrument.*
*I N D E E D*
*I appreciate Mikey's passion. I never learned to play, but I always loved bowed string instruments, especially violins and cellos. Not sure which one would be my favorite though.*
*I may introduce a Harvest Hunter here.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Bass >:3*
*guitar (duh!)*
*I might intro here*
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
*I just realized I don't actually need a character sheet since there is no combat. That makes things a lot easier. I don't have to finish an entire character class just yet! Hooray!*
*However... Harvest Hunters are defined by having an eldritch symbiote, which is pretty close to horror, or at least can veer in that direction easily.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*If Mild/Minor, that is fine :]*
*Yay!!*
A man with long black hair wearing a black distressed leather jacket and dark shredded jeans walks in, toting an Ibanez branded superstrat. he surveys the room, then walks up to the stage.
following close behind him is a woman wearing similar attire while pushing a large rolling case that says "Sound Equipment" on the side
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
A spindly man in black wraps and a white, expressionless, baby-like mask enters, looking around with interest. His mask is a little too small, only covering the top half of his already-covered face, but that seems to be intentional. Over his wraps, he wears a sleeveless leather duster and black jeans that are too short with too wide a waist, causing it to hang loosely against his bony pelvis.
Creatures with supernatural senses will detect microscopic root-like structures extending from his clothes in a 10-foot radius. An airborne mycelium, feeling and tasting around the area.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
Michaelangelo looks at both of them and claps his hands "Howdy there. Glad to have ya." He grins and tilts his head "You here for the show or to help out?"
*Guitar. Is and always will be. I’ll probably join once I think of a character.*
I go by “Awe” JSYK
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed.”
Try out a few of my threads!
NIGHTMARE’S CLAW - ASSASSINATE THE ONE ABOVE - RAGNAROK THE BAR - But WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
The masked man thinks for a second. "I'm not sure what this place is exactly, but if it's a theatre I absolutely wish to help out. I used to be a performer and stagehand a long time ago."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
the man says "Help out, and possibly join you on your team as a permanent member"
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
"We are! WE all come from the Planes of Happiness and that's out job, bringing happiness via this theatre to everyone." He chuckles "My name is Michalangelo, pleasure to meet ya."
"Gregor here. The Plane of Happiness sounds fun. Do they have good food there?" He cracks his long fingers and shakes out his hands.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
the man sends the woman to fetch some more things from "The Van"
Resident Sultan of Shred,
The God of METALLL! Thrasher Dasher Spectacular (thx King Dragon Slayer) (Extended Sig)
Gregor watches, holding a bottle labeled "Pixie Juice" while sitting cross-legged on a nearby stack of crates. He places the bottle below his mask and takes a swig.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Bagpipes/Guitar, can't really pick which I like more.*
A gargantuan harvestman spider walks towards where the theater is, though it seems to start shrinking as it gets closer.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."