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Player Name: Kini
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Character Name: Sophie Devereaux
Character Fandom: Leverage

[Luceti, we have a problem: Sophie Devereaux has discovered there's a theatre club. ... and if one didn't exist before? It does now. Either way, she is completely over herself with glee and it's not long before Luceti sees a production of what some might consider to be a beloved classic: Death of a Salesman.

And that, my friend, is when everything goes wrong.]

[...] But he's a human BEING, and a terrible THING is happening to him! So, attention must be paid! [There's particular emphasis on "paid" - it's long, drawn out and hoarse to the point of being cringe-worthy.] He's NOT to be allowed to fall into his grave like some old dog! [Full stop. Full. Stop.] Attention... attention must finally be paid to such a person...!

[Sophie's voice, gesturing, everything she's doing on stage is harsh, hoarse and completely over the top as she collapses in hoarse, choked sobbing. You might think after a performance like that the rest couldn't possibly be half as awful as it could be, right? ... Right? That's when you'd be wrong - it's exactly as awful as it sounds and then some. Whether you leave early or actually stick around watch the rest of the show, catch her later on after the production. She's more than willing to hear your input, really!]

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[winds_voice]

[Eley found that observing humans could be attributed to a kind of theater all on its own, but he had never been to a real production. Of course, curiosity leads him to the strangest of places, so he finds himself at the club tonight, watching a stranger act out something he had never heard of and so he had no experience of what it was supposed to be like.

By the end, the Spirit was probably more confused than anything. He couldn't know if that was a good or bad performance because he didn't really have anything to compare it to. The woman had certainly had a lot of... enthusiasm at least. That was a good thing, right? The subject matter... some of it had gone over his head but the rest had left the Spirit rather thoughtful and he barely notices who he's passing as he makes his way out.

Barely, but when he does he suddenly finds himself compelled to talk to her.]

Ah... excuse me. May we talk?

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[That... that was absolutely miserable. In all of her stage acting career, she had never seen so many people leave the theatre at once. Having previously been burying her head in her arms at the table with a drink nearby, Sophie looks up at the newcomer.]

No, no, no need to tell me. [She sighs dejectedly.] I already know.

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[That... only leads Eley to tilt his head, a little bemused by her reaction. Did he miss something?]

Know what exactly? I only meant to ask if this was a good example of a usual theater production. I am not sure what I was expecting, having never been to one before.

[fightforthelost]

[Shepard is not liquored up enough for this. "See a play," they said, "it will help you get your mind off things!" And boy did he need his mind off things. When you're leading a galactic war and heading to the final assault (most likely a suicide mission that will determine if life as we know it continues or comes to a screeching halt) and you suddenly end up in some dumbass valley with a pair of wings on your back, you tend to do a lot of deep thinking that leads to a lot of deep drinking.

So the few friends he had mentioned he should catch a play, and catch a play he did. An old Earth classic was playing, so he figured he'd start there.

The look on his face as she delivered her lines could only be described as annoyed confusion. Never one to really keep his thoughts to himself (especially with a few drinks in him), he couldn't let this continue. Renegade interrupt:]

What the hell is this?

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[You picked the wrong play to go to tonight, Shepard. And meanwhile Sophie's still collapsed on stage sobbing as she continues her line.]

The man is exhausted! He works for a company thirty-six years this March--

[2/2]

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[--Huh? What was that?

And just as abruptly the fake sobs have vanished, instead replaced with Sophie looking up towards the audience in genuine confusion. Did somebody seriously just interrupt her play?]

Wh-What? Excuse me?

[fightforthelost]

[He doesn't move from his spot, but now that he has her attention, he might as well continue. Yeah, he can be a dick sometimes.]

I'm exhausted. Of this. This is worse than elcor Shakespeare.

[tea_lover64]

[Going to see a show now and then was generally an enjoyable experience. He assumed this Death of a Salesman to be a drama about a merchant who sacrificed himself for love or some such. What he discovered was something akin to the Ember Island Players, who were notoriously bad. There was something... off about the performance. He wasn't familiar with the piece, but things didn't seem quite right.

Iroh, being a polite sort of fellow managed to not doze off during the performance and waited until it was through. After the show he walks around a little and stretches. When he sees Sophie, he pauses for a moment]

That was a very... ah... unique performance! Is that a common style where you are from?

[finestgrift]

[The Ember Island Players is probably not that far off of a comparision. No hammy actor, no shounen protagonist, not even Brian Blessed himself could top that level of volume and outrageous drama Sophie Devereaux has pulled tonight.

And she's all too aware of that failure, after its... rather cold reception from the audience. So, it's a bit of a suprise to see someone approaching her who -- for once -- actually seems to have enjoyed it (or at least tolerated it).]

Oh! [Sophie's expression immediately brightens.] Thank you. I wouldn't say it's a common style for the character I'm portraying, no, but, well... I tried going for something a little more different this time.

[tea_lover64]

[The actress seemed to brighten up a bit when he spoke to her, it didn't seem very many enjoyed the performance. Still there was no sense in being rude. He hadn't exactly lied either, so his conscience was clear]

Ah, I see. Well it is good to try new things now and again. Where I am from, plays tend to be done a little differently.

[kemanorel]

[He'd thought that this "play" would be something like one of the story games back home, but boy was he wrong. Keman sits through the two-something hours of Death of a Salesman vacillating between amusement, interest, and abject horror. Do two-leggers really find this entertaining?]

That was...quite interesting. You, uh, must care about Willy Low-Man very much.

[finestgrift]

[Sophie greets the young man with a smile. It was actually quite an interesting change to be playing the wife to Willy Loman this time instead of the man himself.]

Thank you. ["Interesting" was better than downright terrible, at least. She chuckles at his compliment.] I would certainly hope so, being the one portraying his wife. She's very protective of her husband, despite all his personal flaws. It's quite tragic, really.

[Then again, one could say the tonight's whole play itself was a tragedy. In all the wrong ways.]

[kemanorel]

I noticed.

[It was impossible not to have, considering how she'd approached the role. Keman still isn't quite sure if the play was meant to be a tragedy or a farce.]

Are all plays like this where you come from? I've never seen one before.