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Music Festival 2018 [[Open Log]]

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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Dove
Ai Mikaze
Aino Minkao

Edited 2018-06-29 21:06 (UTC)

Gail Reinhardt
Graverobber
Mobius
Sonico
Doctor Disco

Winter Schnee
Rialynn Coleman
Wiess Schnee

Open Mic

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....

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

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.

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.

[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.]

[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.

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)

Edited 2018-06-30 06:17 (UTC)

[He can't believe he had done that. It had been almost a century since he'd been on stage but...ah, not something to think on right now. Not when he was trying to walk and watch the fireworks at the same time.

He over hears Madoka and offers what he hopes is a not terrifying smile.]

Ay, come on! It's easy if you don't think about it! Besides, what's more exciting than fireworks over the water?

[He gestures to the reflecting waves.]

Tradition states, always hang out with the band afterwards. So he'll let a bottle of tequila plop carefully next to Rose's head before sitting down himself.

"Here, this'll get you ready for another set."

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.

"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!"

"Hello, River," Martha offers, her voice a bit raw from cheering for the Professor and tracking down musicians for their sets, among other things.

It's been a good weekend, the work welcome, and the music a pleasure. She's still off, but at least she's a bit less easily startled and more interested in meeting people. And in seeing the ones she knows.

"Mind a spot of company while you wait for the Professor?"

Rose laughs and gratefully takes a sip of the tequila, making a face, THAT'S STRONG STUFF!! -- before handing it back with a laugh.

"Nah, hopefully that's the end of it for a couple weeks. I love it, wouldn't'a missed a minute o' it, but I'm glad to be done. I don't think I could keep up any longer. You were brill though!"

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.

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.

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.

Rose will wake up; propped up in his bedroom on his bed with lots of pillows behind her back and her feet with pillows beneath them and her shoes and socks off. Ten has his legs spread across her lap;and facing her as he's washing her face off with a cool sponge; she might notice she's topless as well and no longer sweaty there.

Rose almost goes to slap him at first! She completely freezes up, hands twitching, and it's also a damned good thing she's exhausted too.

"Doctor...." she growls in spite of herself.

She must have fallen asleep or passed out somewhere between the stage and TARDIS. But it was the last thing she expected, and had it been Jack, he WOULD have been slapped! Or worse! And -- well, okay, Rose quickly tried to squelch the tiny voice in her head wondering if she would have freaked out had it been Guitarist. Probably not. Which was a problem. One she refused to deal with right now, especially while trying to deal with the rest.

Rose is too tired to flail, but she debates it.

He had no concept of social mores. NONE. Which she wonders if it is as much her fault as his. She told him he didn't have to worry so much, so she couldn't then--

BUT STILL--!!!

She resists the urge to headbutt him, and her limbs finally wake up enough to push him over to the side, though she rolls over sideways, stifles a yawn into a fist and rests her head on his chest. A little bit... and she'll go get a real shower. In the waterfall room if nothing else.

"What the shell?" She's so sleepy, she slipped into other world slang.

But still, sleepy or not, she figured out quickly this was the second night in a row. She was going to go to her own room so... ? Where were Jack and Martha? Had they just gone off with someone else? Each other??? Why was he--? Why was she here??? So many questions. And her head is spinning too much to fully figure it out yet.

"Why?"

Edited 2018-07-01 04:25 (UTC)

Annddddd...it's a no from this cat. Ches keeps snoozing away happily, not even a twitch of the ears to suggest he is aware of someone calling out to him below.

Looks like Hector may need to climb the tree after all.

Edited 2018-07-01 10:12 (UTC)

The Cheshire Cat thinks he looks most frabjous and absolutely festival appropriate! Yes, people have been falling over him all day, but let's be honest - anyone who manages to trip over something this obvious probably deserves it. Pay attention people!

He glances up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, grinning widely in response to Martha's accusation. "I have no idea what you mean!" How could you not trust this cute face?

What? It’s a music festival after all. That means all musical instruments should be welcome. Even guitars that sound like trumpets (or maybe trumpets that look like guitars?)

Ches chuckles merrily at the reaction, not the slightest bit apologetic about catching Rose off guard, and starts blowing notes with his teeth. The melody itself is actually decent, but unfortunately he’s completely out of beat with everyone else. Typical.

No, there are too many social norms in the universe to keep track of and social norms also change in time with the same species.

Ten looks at Rose with innocent brown eyes; because there was no sexual intention. Then whispers back;

"You passed out. Took you home. Noticed you were sweaty. Took care of my Rose."

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