[Whoo boy what a month! Bolin has been in Go Mode ever since he found out his brother was getting married. It was a beautiful party, crammed with love and people and liquor. Bolin cried the entire day, and honestly, he has never been happier.
It's over now, Mako and Wu are in wedded bliss, and it's just.. back to regular 'ol life for this guy.
Maybe it's time for him to take a moment for himself. Can't hurt, right? And tea is nice, so he heads to one of the many little tea houses that dot the city, tucked safely here and there in the deepest recesses where they're out of danger's way.
It's nice, this tea house, but it's always so busy. He's got his little tray, with a full pot and a beautiful little earthenware mug. Pabu is safely away for the moment and he's holding three reams of text, pinned against his body under his arm... but. Hm, there's nowhere to sit.
He takes a moment to look over the options, searching for someone who seems like they might share their space with him. It's just too cold to sit outside in the street, and how would that look, anyway?
Aa- there. On a nice sofa to the side. They seem nice looking. Bolin takes a breath and approaches, light footed but friendly as he appears in Blue's space.]
Excuse me- sorry. All the tables are taken, would you mind if I joined you? I won't bother you.
[Blue doesn't even pretend to be surprised, having felt the soft poke of focus before any words were spoken. he lifts his head, fixing a thoughtful look upon the stranger that very quickly shifts to something kinder.
with a small smile:] I won't mind a bother. [he gestures:] Please.
[with that said, the statue-still lion laying at his feet stirs, rising and moving over to sit at Blue's side of the sofa, giving Bolin the legroom needed to actually approach to sit.]
Likewise, I won't bother you...unless you wish for me to.
[Oh! wow- he didn't even see that big cat, there. Bolin watches wide eyed for a moment before forcing himself not to stare and sit with thanks. He settles his tray and pours his tea (green, gunpowder by the smell of it) and settles the manuscripts into his lap before offering them to the stranger.]
I'm trying to pick what the next musical should be at The Raccoon Room. Have you heard of it? It's a venue in Cellar Door. I produced a show there last month and it went so well I want to start another.. but there are so many good ones to choose from.
[Blue's own teacup is pretty empty, left idle on the table where the tray takes up space, but the Mu himself seems entirely unbothered, already shifting focus fully on Bolin and his remarks.]
I believe...I heard mention of it before. On the Omni, yes. But I cannot say I've ever visited it.
What do you mean...by producing a show? Are you creating something?
[Well, you know. Chat to him a little bit longer and he will be more than happy to share.
As it stands now, Bolin has forgotten his even exists, puffing up a little with pride.]
Yeah! Exactly. Well, I guess technically my brothers produced it because they own the venue and paid for most everything, but it was my show. And Ryan's too. It was a collaboration.
Do you know about musicals? They're like plays but with songs in them. I didn't really know about them until I got here but I think they're my favorite thing now. These are scripts for three more shows.. and they're all really good so it's hard to decide which one to do next. I'm the director...producer..make it happen guy, so it's my job to...make it all happen.
[Oh man.. oh man this guy doesn't know. He doesn't know, this is great now he can tell you ALL ABOUT IT!]
Tooootally different thing. This is in a theater with an audience. The performers do dance but they also sing and act out a whole story for everyone. It's a riot! Hey, you should come to the next one once I pick it.
[only after that i don't mind does Blue lift his hand and offer it belatedly, not ashamed to reengage that gesture after-the-fact.]
My blood is pale, yes... But I am a Mu; I have always had this gift, even before setting foot on these shores. Where I am from...humans were not happy about my kind. [his smile shifts a shade apologetic as he explains.] That wariness... It's not something I can shake so easily, even here.
[Bolin shakes, firm but gentle. The contact gives a glimpse of who he is as a person - bright and sunny on the surface with a heart of gold. Loyalty, courage and love run like deep valleys through his landscape. There are shadows, sure, but all mountains have them hidden beside their glorious ridge-backs.
Mountains are born in movements of incredible stress - crushed upwards under pressure through shifting landscapes. Bolin is no different. His tectonic plates are made of loss and insecurity in a time of political unknown. His composition of two cultures raised in a third sits in his every molecule, and for every count of earth inside him there is also fire. For every spring of hope and love, there rests a pit of quicksand waiting for the day his footing isn't quite sure enough. That his shoulders aren't square, that his head isn't high.
But today is not that day, and he smiles as their grips release, shifting the manuscripts in his hands without a seeming care.]
I know what you mean, actually. Where I come from, there are two types of people: normal people and people who have a connection to the elements. Like a power? Earth, Fire, you know. It's common, but not always common enough. I'm the second kind.. people don't always trust you when they know you could wipe'em out in a second. Not that I ever would! That's not who I am, but some people are- you know what I mean, right? It can be hard, is what I'm trying to say. To be Other.
[Blue's hand lingers where it was released for a moment as he quietly absorbs some of that surface-level energy and impressions of the things on Bolin's mind that bring about his words. it makes him look a little distant and withdrawn, but that's far from the truth - he's just focused on facets that aren't in sight of his eyes.
after a couple blinks, however, he's back to peering directly at Bolin with a mild, thoughtful smile.]
It is, yes. And I'm sorry...that you've had to walk similar pathways as I have. But I can tell it has not undermined your optimism. I'm glad.
Pshh, nah- I am who I am. I can't change it, you just have to own it. Maybe use it as an opportunity to show people that not all of us are bad, you know? Or scary. Besides, I love my bending, I wouldn't give it up even if I had the choice.
Actually.. one time someone almost took it away from me and it was one of the scariest moments of my life.
[Hahahaaaaa a core memory has resurfaced! Hard pass! It's a no go form Bolin!]
Well, anyway. That was back home and I don't think the locals here are super bent on taking all our powers away or anything so it's fine now. I just try to remember to be a good ambassador for our people and not wreck anything.
[Blue's head tilts and expression shifts in sympathy at the mention of something so harrowing. even while Bolin waves it along to optimism, Blue still keeps that notion to heart - solidarity in one way, foundation-setting for stronger bonds in another.
agreeably:] You seem a very kind person; I imagine you do quite well in that regard.
[A soft laugh. Humble in the moment, but no mistake, he thrives on praise.]
Well, I try. So do you.
[Honestly? Bolin could get a brick wall to talk back. He makes friends everywhere he goes. He'll talk to anybody. Heck- he's made friends with his kidnappers before. His brother often bemoans Bolin's heart so brazenly worn on his unarmored sleeve but there's no changing him.]
Hey- if I tell you the plots will you help me out with the script business?
I could try, but... [hm.] Do you think it's...disadvantageous that I didn't even know what a play was? There is a lot about...entertainment and human culture that I don't know.
Not at all! In faaact, your opinion would make sure that everyone who might come would enjoy it. If someone who doesn’t know about theatre will like the story then that means everyone will like it.
[Bolin fluffles his scrips and settles in. Bear in mind he has a limited understanding of these stories, himself.]
Okay, here we go. This first one is called Cabaret. It’s about a love triangle featuring a singer named Sally who meets a fresh faced academic called Brian. Despite Brian's confusion over his sexuality, the pair become lovers, but the arrival of the wealthy and decadent playboy Maximilian von Heune complicates matters for them both. This love triangle plays out against the rise of something called the Nazi party who I think are tooootal bad guys trying to conquer their world. Who does Sally pick? Do Brian and Max fall in love and elope to destroy the Nazi threat? It’s a cliff hanger!
Ooh- ooh okay and this one! This one is called Priscilla: Queen of The Desert! Oooh aaaahhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh (can you hear the desert winds blowing, Blue?)
It’s about a performer called Anthony who takes his cross dressing show on the road with some friends, but he has a seeecret. Even though he likes men, he’s still married to a woman and their journey is actually to see her and their son. He’s scared about his son rejecting him for his life but it has a happy ending. I think there’s a lot of fight scenes and a big bus so I’m not sure how we’d get that into the club but.. well that’s what paleblood gems are for, we’ll just make everyone hallucinate that there’s a bus!
And finally! Oh- this one is good. It’s called The Birdcage. It takes place in the mYsTiCaL kingdom of Miami~ a young couple are getting married but they have a problem! Her parents are very traditional and his parents aren’t at all! In fact, he’s got two dads and so our hero is really worried that his future inlaws won’t accept his family and stop him from marrying the love of his life. It’s a comedy of errors and it’s really funny and there’s a whole song about throwing plates around.
[Blue's eyes widen as Bolin begins to spin these little yarns, eyes fluttering here or there as much of it rushes by without full understanding; there's much about nuance and culture Blue simply has to...take another person's certainty for.
he brings a hand to his chin in thought, quiet for a moment as he takes in all these things.]
There is much...that seems left unsaid that should be understood, but...the undercurrent of them all seems to be...the strife of people in the midst of complex connections. Romance? [he shakes his head slightly.] It's not something...I wholly understand, especially not as humans do.
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Is it...enjoyable? To watch other people struggle this way?
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Action, late feb but before Leviathan
It's over now, Mako and Wu are in wedded bliss, and it's just.. back to regular 'ol life for this guy.
Maybe it's time for him to take a moment for himself. Can't hurt, right? And tea is nice, so he heads to one of the many little tea houses that dot the city, tucked safely here and there in the deepest recesses where they're out of danger's way.
It's nice, this tea house, but it's always so busy. He's got his little tray, with a full pot and a beautiful little earthenware mug. Pabu is safely away for the moment and he's holding three reams of text, pinned against his body under his arm... but. Hm, there's nowhere to sit.
He takes a moment to look over the options, searching for someone who seems like they might share their space with him. It's just too cold to sit outside in the street, and how would that look, anyway?
Aa- there. On a nice sofa to the side. They seem nice looking. Bolin takes a breath and approaches, light footed but friendly as he appears in Blue's space.]
Excuse me- sorry. All the tables are taken, would you mind if I joined you? I won't bother you.
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with a small smile:] I won't mind a bother. [he gestures:] Please.
[with that said, the statue-still lion laying at his feet stirs, rising and moving over to sit at Blue's side of the sofa, giving Bolin the legroom needed to actually approach to sit.]
Likewise, I won't bother you...unless you wish for me to.
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I'm trying to pick what the next musical should be at The Raccoon Room. Have you heard of it? It's a venue in Cellar Door. I produced a show there last month and it went so well I want to start another.. but there are so many good ones to choose from.
[Clearly, he is very happy for the bother.]
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I believe...I heard mention of it before. On the Omni, yes. But I cannot say I've ever visited it.
What do you mean...by producing a show? Are you creating something?
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As it stands now, Bolin has forgotten his even exists, puffing up a little with pride.]
Yeah! Exactly. Well, I guess technically my brothers produced it because they own the venue and paid for most everything, but it was my show. And Ryan's too. It was a collaboration.
Do you know about musicals? They're like plays but with songs in them. I didn't really know about them until I got here but I think they're my favorite thing now. These are scripts for three more shows.. and they're all really good so it's hard to decide which one to do next. I'm the director...producer..make it happen guy, so it's my job to...make it all happen.
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I've never seen such a thing before. Is it different than simply dancing to music?
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Tooootally different thing. This is in a theater with an audience. The performers do dance but they also sing and act out a whole story for everyone. It's a riot! Hey, you should come to the next one once I pick it.
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I would be very happy to see it. I don't think...I'd have seen anything like it. Besides the talent who performed in the Red Room.
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[Manners, Bo. He extends a hand.]
I'm Bolin, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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Please call me Blue. Forgive me...when I touch people, I can better hear their thoughts and feelings; many...don't appreciate that.
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[Should that give him pause? Maybe. You're just gonne leave him hanging huh. No big, no big. You're being polite, he gets it.]
You're a paleblood? That's okay, I'm surrounded by them. Totally used to it. I don't mind.
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My blood is pale, yes... But I am a Mu; I have always had this gift, even before setting foot on these shores. Where I am from...humans were not happy about my kind. [his smile shifts a shade apologetic as he explains.] That wariness... It's not something I can shake so easily, even here.
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[Bolin shakes, firm but gentle. The contact gives a glimpse of who he is as a person - bright and sunny on the surface with a heart of gold. Loyalty, courage and love run like deep valleys through his landscape. There are shadows, sure, but all mountains have them hidden beside their glorious ridge-backs.
Mountains are born in movements of incredible stress - crushed upwards under pressure through shifting landscapes. Bolin is no different. His tectonic plates are made of loss and insecurity in a time of political unknown. His composition of two cultures raised in a third sits in his every molecule, and for every count of earth inside him there is also fire. For every spring of hope and love, there rests a pit of quicksand waiting for the day his footing isn't quite sure enough. That his shoulders aren't square, that his head isn't high.
But today is not that day, and he smiles as their grips release, shifting the manuscripts in his hands without a seeming care.]
I know what you mean, actually. Where I come from, there are two types of people: normal people and people who have a connection to the elements. Like a power? Earth, Fire, you know. It's common, but not always common enough. I'm the second kind.. people don't always trust you when they know you could wipe'em out in a second. Not that I ever would! That's not who I am, but some people are- you know what I mean, right? It can be hard, is what I'm trying to say. To be Other.
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after a couple blinks, however, he's back to peering directly at Bolin with a mild, thoughtful smile.]
It is, yes. And I'm sorry...that you've had to walk similar pathways as I have. But I can tell it has not undermined your optimism. I'm glad.
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Actually.. one time someone almost took it away from me and it was one of the scariest moments of my life.
[Hahahaaaaa a core memory has resurfaced! Hard pass! It's a no go form Bolin!]
Well, anyway. That was back home and I don't think the locals here are super bent on taking all our powers away or anything so it's fine now. I just try to remember to be a good ambassador for our people and not wreck anything.
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agreeably:] You seem a very kind person; I imagine you do quite well in that regard.
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Well, I try. So do you.
[Honestly? Bolin could get a brick wall to talk back. He makes friends everywhere he goes. He'll talk to anybody. Heck- he's made friends with his kidnappers before. His brother often bemoans Bolin's heart so brazenly worn on his unarmored sleeve but there's no changing him.]
Hey- if I tell you the plots will you help me out with the script business?
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[Bolin fluffles his scrips and settles in. Bear in mind he has a limited understanding of these stories, himself.]
Okay, here we go. This first one is called Cabaret. It’s about a love triangle featuring a singer named Sally who meets a fresh faced academic called Brian. Despite Brian's confusion over his sexuality, the pair become lovers, but the arrival of the wealthy and decadent playboy Maximilian von Heune complicates matters for them both. This love triangle plays out against the rise of something called the Nazi party who I think are tooootal bad guys trying to conquer their world. Who does Sally pick? Do Brian and Max fall in love and elope to destroy the Nazi threat? It’s a cliff hanger!
Ooh- ooh okay and this one! This one is called Priscilla: Queen of The Desert! Oooh aaaahhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh (can you hear the desert winds blowing, Blue?)
It’s about a performer called Anthony who takes his cross dressing show on the road with some friends, but he has a seeecret. Even though he likes men, he’s still married to a woman and their journey is actually to see her and their son. He’s scared about his son rejecting him for his life but it has a happy ending. I think there’s a lot of fight scenes and a big bus so I’m not sure how we’d get that into the club but.. well that’s what paleblood gems are for, we’ll just make everyone hallucinate that there’s a bus!
And finally! Oh- this one is good. It’s called The Birdcage. It takes place in the mYsTiCaL kingdom of Miami~ a young couple are getting married but they have a problem! Her parents are very traditional and his parents aren’t at all! In fact, he’s got two dads and so our hero is really worried that his future inlaws won’t accept his family and stop him from marrying the love of his life. It’s a comedy of errors and it’s really funny and there’s a whole song about throwing plates around.
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he brings a hand to his chin in thought, quiet for a moment as he takes in all these things.]
There is much...that seems left unsaid that should be understood, but...the undercurrent of them all seems to be...the strife of people in the midst of complex connections. Romance? [he shakes his head slightly.] It's not something...I wholly understand, especially not as humans do.
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Is it...enjoyable? To watch other people struggle this way?
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Theatre is all about connection. And entertainment, obviously.
Spoiler alert, people like a happy ending. It makes them feel better about their own lives.
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Then...so long as those who suffer...are happy at the end...people will want to see it? Is that why you can't decide?
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They’re just stories, Blue. They’re supposed to be entertaining.
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