this is a [test] of the emergency broadcast system

[titansno]

TEST DRIVE MEME

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, HOW FUN
> The most horribly kitschy Arts and Crafts Fair you can imagine.
> Wild Card! Make up your own.

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Maxwell Strauss/Prince Siegfried | Princess Tutu

[danseurnoble]

[A]

[The art fair is surprisingly active, if small. As he looks over the pieces, Max can't help but think that he understands perfectly why most of these artists are local, and will remain that way for quite some time. The thought has an almost sympathetic tang to it; after all, he came here as a fellow artist and he understands how difficult it can be, but that piece of jewelry is gaudy and this sculpture wouldn't suit anyone's living room. Sigh.

...Oh, but that's an interesting painting. He picks it up and holds it at arms' length thoughtfully.]

Hmm, is it a swan or a dove? It's not bad, either way. It might look nice in a dorm room...

[Later, he's sitting in front of a low stage, watching a local group's perform some kind of interpretative dance in colorful one-piece costumes. His interpretation so far is that someone has lost track of what the choreographer was doing. When it ends, he applauds politely, but a bemused comment escapes him.]

Now, that leaves something to be desired, doesn't it? I wonder what.

[B, if passive-aggressive critiques aren't your thing (which let's be honest, who's thing is it?)]

[There's really no better way to end a long, sweaty ballet practice at Elledell College than having it start pouring rain at the bus stop. Without an umbrella. Max lifts his dance bag over his head halfheartedly, because the rain is disappointingly clammy and sinks right through his t-shirt.

Thankfully, the bus comes shortly after and he can dash on. It's crowded, but he secures the last empty row and throws his bag down next to himself. Next person to get on, he's not going to think to move it until you ask. If you don't ask right off, and he notices you looking, he'll raise an eyebrow.]

Do you want something?

A - But I like passive-aggression

[fusionjack]

[There's someone else nearby that's not very impressed with the dance troupe, either.]

Rhythm? Co-ordination? Context?

[One might note that his hands are still in his pockets, having not engaged in any applause at all. Applause goes to those who have properly earned it, and these folk have a way to go yet, as far as he's concerned.]

[danseurnoble]

Well, if you really want to go there, yes.

[He props his chin in one hand, smiling indulgently at the stage.]

Though they were trying, and I suppose it was honest. We all have to start somewhere, isn't that the saying?

[He doesn't sound terribly convinced about the last part.]

[fusionjack]

[He grinned, liking this kid's attitude. No, no, he didn't sound very convinced...]

Starting on a stage in front of this many people is probably not the best place.

Re: Maxwell Strauss/Prince Siegfried | Princess Tutu

[steelfeathers]

[Rick is also doing some Christmas shopping at the fair. Please stop him before he lets his sense of humour overcome his good taste.]

Looks more like a duck to me.

[He picks up a truly hideous chicken-themed necklace, possibly the one Max had been looking at, and inspects it.]

My mother might like something like this.