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Who: Cain Knightlord, Charles Fei-Ong and you!
What: Classy concert for classy people
Where: Church of Salvation
When: Evening of October 2nd
Warnings: n/a

[After weeks of planning, practicing and trying to gather attention, these two losers are finally ready to put on their concert. The morning of the 1st, residents that Charles and Cain know personally will find an envelope taped to their front door. Written neatly on a greeting card inside is the time, date and location of the gathering, and a little note below that simply says "refreshments provided" because they know they have to bait some of you with food....

A few larger pieces of paper with the same information will be taped to the light posts in some of the more high-traffic areas, just to try attracting a larger crowd.

When the evening of the 2nd rolls around, the church has been left with its front doors wide open. There are a few rows of chairs near the front of the makeshift "stage", which is just the area that the pulpit usually is, cleared out and fitted with two music stands and a small piano (that might look familiar to those who spend time in the high school music room whoops). The area behind the chairs is left empty, giving people a place to stand and mingle during intermissions. While the atmosphere isn't exactly as elegant as Charles was striving for, it's been made a very clean and comfortable environment.]

Comments

snack table/mingle

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[The table is open the entire concert since they know several people who would not be able to go the whole time without eating, how sad...

There's a decent amount of food available; most of it small, mess-free finger foods like cucumber sandwich triangles and small brownies. There are also several bottles of wine and a pitcher of water off to one side of the table, along with clean glasses. Class act right here.

Feel free to grab some food and get to know your fellow concert-goers!]

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[Esther is just going for the water like a loser. Run into her guys?]

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[OH WELL, if they're all pretending to be classy people tonight! Caesar is going to actually help himself to a glass of wine to go along with his brownies (because cucumber sandwiches are just gross okay). He's not much of a drinker, but he can nurse one glass for a good while.

Besides, he's old enough to drink this stuff... back home! What's in a drinking age, anyway?

He probably won't be caught going near the stage to comment on the music, either, since that might require complimenting Cain at some point, so it's in the back of the audience that he can be found.]

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[He sees you back there, Caesar, and he's not letting you get off that easily. He needs his ego stroked, okay?

Now that it's the intermission, he pops up at the back near the food table with a big smile.]

Enjoying yourself?

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[Then he is coming to the wrong place for that.]

It's a change of scenery, so I guess that counts as enjoying myself.

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Don't let Charles hear you say that, he'll throw you out for being uncultured.

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From the looks of him, I'd say he already thinks we're all uncultured as it is, so that's hardly a threat.

[kinship]

But then you'd be outside with no access to the snack table...

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A tricky situation, to be sure, but I'll take my chances.

[He's also already helped himself to most of your brownies, so ha ha. Charles can't take those back. B|]

Though I'm not sure I would want to be stuck out there with the angry, yelling woman.

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You mean Miss Waters? She's only yelling to show her appreciation for the show, it's how she shows how impressed she is.

[Just ignore that it's insults she's shouting...]

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[He turns to glance back at the church doors, quiet a moment to listen to a bit more of that racket. Really...

He looks at Cain again, eyebrows raised.]

That's a unique way of looking at it.

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You have to know her like I do, we're friends really.

[Or not. But he's not about to admit that he could really be being booed. His ego won't allow it.]

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If that's what she calls her friends, I'd hate to hear what she calls her enemies.

[Actually, that might be funny to hear, but you know... Not testing out theories.]

So, why put on a concert in the first place? Seems like a wasted effort on this place.

[kinship]

You'd have to ask the maestro that, it was his idea.

[Honestly, it was just an excuse for the two to shamelessly stroke their egos and show off.]

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The one in the ridiculous cape?

[It's pretty ridic, don't try to tell him otherwise.]

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That's the one!

[No arguments here, he thinks the cape is dumb.]

You should tell him how you feel about the cape, he's misguided enough to think it's fashionable and won't believe me when I tell him otherwise.

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["already helped himself to most of the brownies" HUH MISTER..... good thing they were planning for a boatload of fattydingdongs to show up tonight, so after Cain has moseyed away, Charles will roll over with a fresh tray of sweets to set on the table.]

I do hope you're finding things to your taste tonight, wine included. It's a shame they don't have anything better available for purchase here. [which is why he's brought a couple of his own bottles along since drinking ages are for losers especially when one will never physically reach it]

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[Hey, it's like a compliment. Also finger sandwiches are gross, okay. Too much filler. Always too much filler.]

For a town that can make up whatever it wants, you'd think it would make up a better selection. [Which brings up a different question. He definitely doesn't have the refined experience of wines that, say, the rest of his fancy family has, but he can at least tell the difference since it's glaringly obvious.] This is alright, though. Where is it from?

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[it's better than too much bread, isn't it?? granted he wouldn't eat them either, if only because he favors desserts...]

They do have to shoehorn themselves into the box of America in a rather terrible time period. The wine seems like it would fit in perfectly, bland and tasteless as it is. [SIGH it's hard being fancy when you're stuck in a never-ending episode of I Love Lucy. but his expression seems to brighten a bit at that question since hey, he's always down for meeting more connoisseurs of the finer things.]

I received a crate of Bordeaux wine as a regain a while back and decided to share the wealth.

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I'm beginning to think this America place hasn't had an interesting day in its existence up until they got blown up.

[If only they had real history books around... Ew. But then he would have to read them.]

Well, that's awfully kind of you. [Look, Cain, look, someone else is receiving your much deserved praise from Caesar. It's the other weird kid with the good taste in wine. What now.] It's certainly something that's better off being shared, in any case.

[unless you're a lush or something.]

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Are you from the future, or a different world? Though I must say that you're correct about the first part. I couldn't be paid to live in a country like this. [...but kidnapping works where payment fails. OH WELL.

and he will take that praise because he's got a bloated ego and will never turn down more fuel for it.]

My thoughts exactly. It would take far too long to finish the entire crate and I don't have anywhere decent to store it. Why not use it for a proper occasion, hm? [no he could go through a bottle a day if he wanted but that hardly sounds like something a normal person would admit.]

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A different one. I think I would be miserable if I came from the one this place is based on, even if it does have better machinery.

[Low tech, but so much cooler. Got dragons and all that magical crap.]

So I take it that's part of why you came up with a concert. I can't imagine the town providing any decent occasion for, well, anything at all, to be honest.

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Earth, you mean? [a little derisive snort] There are better places to be, certainly. It has its perks and several countries are miles better, but it's filled with idiots.

[granted that's also his opinion of Mayfield and there are people from all over hell and back here whoops...]

I did, yes. [he glances back toward the stage, looking somewhat prideful.] Year after year of prom, and no one has ever bothered hosting a proper party or an actual concert. It was truly tragic.

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I don't think you'll find any world that isn't filled with idiots. Mine certainly is, but you get used to them. The familiarity is nice.

[Better the idiot you know than the one you don't, you know?

Anyway, the mention of prom gains a grimace.]

Prom... If I ever have to go to one of those again, I might find a way to be dead instead! [Surely it wouldn't be hard to find a way to do that here.] You'd never find something that juvenile being held in Gregminster, even if those parties are entirely dull in their own ways!

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Oh, I believe it. This place is proof enough of that, considering there are idiots from every corner of every galaxy, seemingly. [it's the true tragedy of Mayfield...

but wow, what a reaction. this guy has managed to single-handedly convince him that not attending prom was the smartest decision he's made in a long while.]

My, was it that dreadful? I refuse to attend on principle just based on what I've heard, but I was only under the impression that it was a boring gathering filled with tasteless music, decorations and refreshments. [HIS WORST NIGHTMARE]