Music Festival 2018 [[Open Log]]

[guitar_hero]

Who: YOU! You crazy cats.
What: A wild music festival featuring everyone you know and a few you haven't heard of.
Where: Nova City Beach
When:: June 29th-July 1st







It's four o'clock and a stage has been set up on the beach outside of nova city. Littered around the area are vendors of food and novelty items and probably dangerous fireworks that should not be set up in the proximity of anyone; and in front of it already is a roaring crowd, ready for the show to start.

In a flash of pyrotechnics that, thankfully, doesn't set anyone on fire, the Doctor appears on stage, starting off things right with a catchy tune inviting people to dance and sing along. The lyrics aren't difficult.

When it's finished he takes a sweeping bow.

"Welcome, everyone to the Music Festival which needs a catchier name than the one I gave it." He says it with a grin and asks over his shoulder. "Spectacular? Spectacular, sure! We've brought together bands and singers from Genessia to Fayren to entertain you and make their way into the big lights. We'll even give you a shot to sing for yourselves, but mind airborne vegetation."

He waits for the cheering to die down.

"That's all from me. Enjoy the show, my friends. Eat, drink and party hard!"

And since he's headlining the show here and there, he starts off with the headlining song.



[[musicians, feel free to make your threads! Please tag on your day, but the specific order can be hand waved. Anyone is free to open a music thread on Sunday. Also feel free to post threads of wandering around enjoying food/drink and such like. But don't be alarmed if 12 pops into the conversation]]

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Friday Night Pop Sensations

[guitar_hero]

Dove
Ai Mikaze
Aino Minkao

OTA

[winterblossom]

[When Ai is done performing his two songs, he will be around to sell CDs, give autographs, and generally mingle with anyone who approaches. He's all smiles until about 10 o'clock, which is when this 15 year old legally can't work anymore and has to call it a night.

So reverts to his wallflower self to watch the last performances.]

Dove Eden

[phoenixstrut]

[Were you planning on falling in love with life this summer? Good, because Dove’s quick set is designed just for that purpose with an upbeat tempo and playful tones. Those standing close enough to the stage are likely to get a wave of her Divine Light as well, only adding to the energy of the festival about them and that downright infectious smile on her face.

She hasn’t had this much fun in years.

When she’s finished performing, she can be found listening to the other performers and jamming out as part of the crowd, complimenting others on their festival outfits and showing off her own. Are those feathers in her hair… her own? Either way, the rest of her attire definitely suits her, between the backless crop top, shorts, and the long flowing cardigan tied around her waist. For now, she’ll be keeping her wings hidden away; too many people and not enough space. They’re not the most comfortable things to bump into, after all.

Drink in hand, she’ll be wandering the festival, happy to take pictures , dance to the next few songs, or grab a bite to eat with anyone who asks!]

Minako Aino

[sailor_v]

[Let's be real here. Minako is adorable when she steps on stage, beaming and waving. She's wearing the traditional Japanese idol attire, what with the short and ruffly skirt and the big bow in the back. She hasn't changed her hairstyle at all, but she did put on a little lip gloss and fingernail polish to glam it up.]

[She puts on a lively show of bubbly pop songs. They're all about love.]

[All of them.]

[ALLLLL OF THEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMM.]

[She dances too -- nothing too extrenuous since she needs her breath to sing, but she can bob, and wink, and throw her hand out imploringly to the crowd.]

[When she finishes with her set, she blows a kiss to the crowd before she practically skips off stage.]

[Once she's out of the limelight, she heaves a big sigh and smiles, her cheeks pink. That was so much fun! It's definitely not something she could enjoy full time, but just this one night? She was totally into it.]

[Now she's off to go fangirl at the cute male performers and cheer on her friends from the front row like she promised she would.]

Saturday Rock & Roll

[guitar_hero]

Gail Reinhardt
Graverobber
Mobius
Sonico
Doctor Disco

TARDIS CREW / Musicians

[bigbadrose]

Rose is pretty dead on her feet. And there's still more tomorrow. Screw the Professor/Doctor's rock'n'roll lifestyle, she is going to bed and putting a pillow up for her feet and going to drown herself in tea first thing tomorrow morning whenever she wakes.

She meant to make it to at least the TARDIS, but she doesn't get all the way there, before just leaning and snoring lightly against a wall. Five more minutes of a catnap and she'll get there... totally.

Except for cool bath she needs first. Argh.

Doctor Disco

[guitar_hero]

[since he's rounding out the night, he sings more songs than usual;

starting with Wipe Out sans vocals.

From there on he plays more or less without commentary:

A Thing Called Love

Singing In My Sleep

Get Off My Cloud

and rounds it out with:

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

At the end he gives a bow, then gestures for Rose and the others to take their due.]

I hope you've had a rockin Saturday night! Get back safe an try not to fall into any plotholes!

Sunday Smooth Synth

[guitar_hero]

Winter Schnee
Rialynn Coleman
Wiess Schnee

Open Mic

Open Mic

[bigbadrose]

Rose has been back-up bass for every single set, all three days. She hates taking center stage, and the anchor is exactly where she belongs. But she owes this to him so...

One song, singing and half dancing -- though she keeps playing the bass.

"Safe With Me for... Well, he knows."

A deep breath, starting off slow and--

"I know that you're sad
Hurt in the past
Got you believing love won't last
It's not hard to tell
You've lost all your faith
Don't blame us all for a fool's mistake
Friends they advise I should let go,
They're calling you ice, but I see you glow
You're making me crazy
What can I say?
I'd do anything to take the pain away
When you gonna realise that you're lonely?
I can see it in your eyes, you dont have to be
When you gonna realise I'm the remedy?
Won't you give my love a try you'll be safe with me
You'll be safe with me
Something so strong could take on the world
I'm not just talking about being your girl
The things I want us to do
Get into me like I'm into you
Walking in the park
Watching leaves fall,
Lovers in the dark
Counting every star
Finally when your trust is in me
I'll give you my love real slow and tender
When you gonna realise that youre lonely?
I can see it in your eyes you dont have to be
When you gonna realise I'm the remedy?
Won't you give my love a try
You'll be safe with me, you'll be safe with me
When you gonna realise that you're lonely?
I can see it in your eyes you don't have to be
When you gonna realise I'm the remedy?
Won't you give my love a try, you'll be safe with me
You'll be safe with me
You're here in my arms
And that's how I want it boy
When the morning comes
You'll know what I feel
So real
I dream of your smile
Night after night
The one that you hide from the daylight
Stop all those tears
Doubt in your mind
Leave all your fears way behind"

Rialynn Kollmann

[rialynn]

[SET UP]

[That's a lot of people.]

[The sight of such a huge crowd brings Rialynn up to a sharp stop as she outright gapes, lute slung over her shoulder, flute in one hand, fiddle in the other. She's used to playing in taverns, and none of them have held more than thirty, forty people tops.]

[She...]

[...She is going to make so much money from this.]

[There's a little rush of excitement that brings a healthy flush to her cheeks as she hustles to the backstage area, bright cotton skirts swishing around her ankles. There's no place in the world a bard feels more comfortable than a stage, she's not one bit intimidated by the sheer size of the people at this event. If anything, she's excited to pick up some new songs to add to her repertoire.]

[It's not quite her turn yet, so she takes the time she's allotted to tune her lute and fiddle, humming a few notes quietly to herself. She's got a broad-brimmed hat with one side pinned up sitting on her head of auburn hair, and a bandanna knotted over her brow with the tails falling down the back of her green blouse. The hat, naturally, is for the coins she means to collect from generous (or stingy) patrons, but she can only carry so much at once, so she'll just keep wearing it for now.]

[Anyone else who's warming up backstage can expect to find her approaching them openly with a curious smile, especially if they've got an instrument she's never tried or seen before.]

What are you planning to perform tonight?

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[PERFORMANCE AND AFTERMATH]

[With her instruments already on stage, Rialynn emerges with a light step, almost a skip. She stops with a half-spin to doff her hat and give it a toss, letting it skid to the edge of the stage. That's where the money goes. She bows deeply, one foot crossing behind the other, then dips to pick up her fiddle.]

[She begins with a steady, rhythmic stomp, giving a nod to the audience. Once everyone else has joined in with a stomp or a clap, she lays the bow to the strings and starts to play a lively jig.]

[Soon she's dancing to it, starting out easy with some light clicks and clacks from her shoes to tap out a faster beat. But as the song picks up speed, her steps get more complicated and elaborate, even with arcing leaps across the stage and wild spins that send her skirts into a flurry around her knees. Her heart is pounding, but the bandanna fastened around her brow hides the perspiration she's working up as she fiddles wildly, faster and faster, until she slides to a stop on her knees to draw out the long last note.]

[She's breathing hard, but smiling from ear to ear as she bows her head and holds her arms out wide. Hopefully that's flashy enough to get things started!]

[Her next song is an instrumental version of one she normally sings, a nice, slow sea ballad played on her fiddle. It adds contrast to her previous song while also giving her a chance to catch her breath. After that she sits down on the edge of the stage, ankles crossed, picking out a sweet song on her lute.]

[This time, she sings.]

[Her voice is sweet, with a soprano pitch and a keen ear for the notes. One almost might believe that somewhere, far away, there's someone whose heart she pines for and hopes to meet again someday.]

[It isn't true, but she pours her heart out anyway, because that's what bards do.]

[She plays out a few more songs, dancing to a flute melody, opting for one song that's pure percussion with the help of a clapping audience and her hard-soled shoes on the stage, but all of them are fairly reminiscent of old folk songs. When she's finished with her set, she bows again, picks up her hat, and rushes off stage with all of her instruments so the next person can take her place.]

[While she can be found resting on the edge of the crowd, she's actually pretty quiet unless discussing music in general. Rialynn is all smiles to be sure, but hesitant to answer many personal inquiries. Keep it light, she might stick around.]

[Flirt and watch her fumble for the flimsiest excuse in the world to get the hell out of there.]

Winter Schnee

[specialist_snowflake]

[It's rare for Winter to come out of Fayren. It's even more rare for her to relax. Ever. Even in Genessia, she's sporting her uniform more often than not, despite knowing fully well that her rank and title mean nothing in this place. They still mean something to her, though, and she wears her usual garb with pride.]

[Tonight, however, she's discarded the militaristic attire for a long, sweeping gown of white satin. Her snowy hair is pinned up a little higher than her usual standard issue bun, the ends curled, with a few loose strands framing her face.]

[She doesn't smile as she steps onto the stage in her high-heeled sandals, laced up her slim calves, but she does nod politely before she takes a seat at a gleaming grand piano and rests her fingers on the keys with practiced grace.]

[Maybe you were expecting something classical in nature, somber and elegant. Instead, her fingers dance quickly, picking out a fast and brightly glittering song. It descends in pitch and intensity, conjuring the image of flames that burn brighter and hotter as the song continues. Each note is perfect and precise, and surprisingly passionate. Eventually her fingers move back up the keyboard as the melodic flames fade into twinkling sparks.]

[When she finishes, she waits for applause before she turns, inclines her head, and waits for silence before choosing a much softer song to follow up. The tune is sweet, and almost nostalgic in nature. And with the song that follows that, it's starting to become clear that this is far more emotion and sweetness than Winter has ever shown to more than perhaps two or three people in this world.]

[It feels good, honestly. The only reason she wanted to sign up for this festival was an excuse to play the instrument she loved in her youth. She can hardly cart a piano with her on her missions, and she certainly doesn't have the income that would provide for such an extravaggant expense nor a place big enough to keep it. Sometimes it seems like she's even on the brink of a smile as she loses herself in the familiar patterns and chords.]

[She finishes up with "Nights in White Satin", knowing when to intensify the melody, and when to fall into softer, sweeter moments. She finishes dramatically, letting the music hit hard and swift. The silence follows right after, and only then does she rise and take a graceful bow.]

[But it isn't until she's alone backstage that she finally smiles, closing her eyes as she holds her hands behind her back. She can still feel the vibrations in her fingers and wrists. She'll miss those sensations, but at least it's one more reason for her to complete her search. Until then...this was pleasant.]

Closing Number

[guitar_hero]

For those who've hung around until the end, tired and drunk and full and elated, or just happened to be wandering in. There is one last number to go. The open mic has ended fifteen minutes ago and now there is fog rolling about the stage.

The Doctor strides to sit on what appears to be a log, strumming a very simple guitar for once.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming and experiencing this with me. Great time. Absolutely fantastic." He grins. "I'd like to leave you all with a little bit of philosophy I learned from an amphibian close to my heart."

And he begins to sing.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
And what's on the other side...
Rainbows are visions, but also illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide..."

As he sings, the fog clears and those among the musicians who have chosen to stay sing with him, also others that he's pulled out of the crowd at random. As the last verse rolls out he invites the audience to sing it with him one more time....

Re: Closing Number

[micancion]

Why was he up here? Back under lights and eyes, the rush of it filling his bones as it had not in over ninety years. The tequila burned pleasantly in the memory of his belly, and his head buzzed with the soft rhythm the Profe was setting up. It was an easy melody, and he picked it up instantly.

His fingers strumming over the nylon strings, adding a harmony to the song that he couldn't voice. He didn't really know the words yet, but the rhythm? Oh that was already making his shoulders sway.

Automatically he looks out over the crowd, eyes scanning for a few minutes before he remembers that he won't find what he seeks. So instead he focuses on the music, letting it pull him under and over, like a stone caught in a wave. It was...freeing, for the moment and he can't help but add his voice in a descant with the Profe. Harmonizing and matching in a soft tenor.

Re: Closing Number | for 12, and OTA

[storiesofmyown]

It's unexpected, it is, the way Martha tears up, listening to the Professor sing. In part it's the song, all full of mystical wonder and zen and nonsense. In part, it's the beauty of the moment, a quiet weaving of people together in song. Mostly, she thinks, it's the future-echo of the world calling out to him, a little less from six months from now her time.

Right now, the Professor is her. Telling the stories she hasn't finished, making sure there's enough hope and enough memory to save the world. And because he's her, she can be Alicia, or Mathieu, or the workers in the factory, pull her knees up to her chest and believe.

Re: Closing Number

[borntolove]

That's such a beautiful song, so hopeful and pure. There's a head nod up at his eldest self on stage; Ten would usually be more enthusiastic but there were too many problems last night that he can't even properly enjoy Muppets.

But thanks for the hope. At least.

Firework show Monday 12 am

[guitar_hero]

Sit back and enjoy the colorful display bursting out in the air over the sea. Thanks for coming and hope to see you again.

OTA

[bigbadrose]

Rose flomps back in the grass (not the sand), sprawling out, her bass on her chest, not yet cased in its protective sleeve and carrier.

She doesn't even care if someone steps on her at this point.

"I am never gonna feel my hands again," she laughed to no one.

Join her for fireworks? She'll love you for life you bring booze.

[polyandrist]

River of course has been around and cheering all weekend, even if she wasn't preforming. Instead she'd been there for him of course, and she was going to continue to be. Which was why she'd put a familiar blanket from the TARDIS out onto the sand, and set up water and tea and nibbles because he'd been on for so long at the festival, and sometimes being on means needing a fair amount of things after.

She's sitting on the end of the blanket with her toes burrowed into the sand, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them as she watches the fireworks above.

OTA

[protectshope]

[How did Madoka stay up until midnight? We don't know! She's certainly beginning to get tired near the end of the night and is just barely hanging on to her consciousness...

She might need some conversation, or she's going to fall asleep and miss the show.]

How do people stay up this late? This is harder than New Years.

OTA

[borntolove]

Ten is in his pinstripes; and sitting down by where the water meets the sand with his feet dipped in the water and looking up trying to lose himself.

OTA

[riddlemehiss]

O N E

The Cheshire Cat is sporting the most ridiculous flower crown, complete with giant feathers and an assortment of bells dangling from the end of each feather. Someone tell this cat it isn't Christmas. Thankfully none of them actually ring, otherwise good luck hearing anything over the continuous chiming sounds.

Except that one guitar shaped keyring dangling from the end of his tail that periodically makes trumpet noises. The things you spend excess money on when you're not paying rent...

He's keeping busy over the three days, dancing along to every song (probably completely out of rhythm with the beat), stuffing his face at food vendors, oohhhing and aahhhing at fireworks, and tripping everyone over while trying to dash between their legs wearing that unnecessarily extravagant accessory.


T W O

If you brought some type of musical instrument to the music festival, expect to look over at some point and see a striped magenta cat playing around on it. After all, the Cheshire Cat is a rather proficient musician himself (whatever "proficient" actually means by Wonderland standards) even if his only instrument is his teeth.


T H R E E

Eccentric as he is, the Cheshire Cat is still a cat. After nibbling on anything and everything that looked even remotely appealing at the food vendors, he's going to curl up on top of a tree and take a nap.

Feel free to call out and try to get his attention.

(ooc: no replies to this option, unless your character wants to physically climb the tree or try to shake him down idk, but if anyone ever wanted to write their muse being ignored by a cat...this is your chance XD)

Re: OTA/THREE >D

[micancion]

"Feh." Hector scowled up as his hat floated up into the tree with the breeze. How was he going to get up there? He still wasn't one hundred percent certain of his bones in the city but...ay that hat was important!

He scans the tree before giving a small sigh of relief when he spots the Cheshire cat, "Ey! Gatito! Wake up, amigo!"

One

[bigbadrose]

Rose doesn't seem too surprised by the magenta cat suddenly on her shoulders, and doesn't even miss a beat, using her CyberGlasses (trademarked!!) to hold tabs for playing along with, especially for the open mic stuff and anything else she had to fake. Bless the internet and her Dad's inventions still finding their way here. And the Professor upgrading them as he saw fit.

However, as the dancing tail starts up trumpet noises, there's the briefest unprofessional flicker of surprise and she has to hold it together to not fall over. WHAT WAS THAT CHES?!?!?! REALLY?!?! GOSH.

One

[storiesofmyown]

It's a good thing Martha's been warned about the Cat and the cake or she'd be going bananas with him constantly under everyone's feet. As it is, she's somehow managed to avoid her own run-in with him, until she flops into a chair by the stage during a set--or almost does, because there's that darned cat.

She plants her hands on her hips and says, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" but she can't help grinning at his ridiculous get up.

1

[guitar_hero]

It doesn't take long to notice him, but it does take a bit for the Doctor to work his way over to him, enjoying the dance and the incongruity of the trumpet. Now this is a cat he can get behind.

"That's all well and good," he says when the song is over. "But can you keep a beat?"