metaverses | ( open to all ) all the world's a stage

( open to all ) all the world's a stage

Who: Open to All
What: Party @ The Opherium
When: August
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A

( i. here for your entertainment )

[ most people would see the strange arrivals as an imposition. and loki does to some degree. that being said, he’s more than willing to turn that problem into a business opportunity. show that he’s open and welcoming. throw in a little extra money to establish the theater as a prominent spot in this world. the doors are open, fees are reduced. and if you’re not interested in catching a play, you might want to stop by the steps where there are a few vendors selling cotton candy, ice-cream sandwiches and beer to passersby and there are a few street performers there to catch your attention, whether they’re juggling fire balls, doing magic tricks or simply playing a pianoforte on the steps of the opherium. ]

( ii. the curtain rises )

[ for this month, loki is running a bunch of shakespearean plays. hamlet, macbeth, the twelfth night . . . you name it, it’s probably running. during the intermissions, there’s an open bar for you to rub elbows with the other patrons, maybe discuss your favourite part of the play. enjoy the arts so to speak. if you catch the really late night shows, you might find that your favourite plays might . . . turn out a little differently. like the trees are real in macbeth. that the ghosts move through the audience, sending chills down your spine. but the experience is still worth it. or is it?

or perhaps, you might need some alone time after a show, wanting to catch the infamous view of the city from the opherium's balcony. the choice is yours. ]

( iii. something wicked this way comes )

[ the theater keeps up odd hours. its productions run late into the night. and sometimes, you might feel the urge to linger and explore. after all, it’s strange to hear that a god of mischief is running a theater these days. almost suspicious even! so you might be wandering the halls, ears and eyes peeled to hear anything that might be unusual.

and you might just get your wish. a ghostly murmur, the flicker of a shadow against the pane of glass, statues that seem to be unnerving with their gaze upon you . . . is there something really there or are you just imagining things? ]

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⸻ forte

[ Leave it to the world's deadliest assassin to draw in a crowd.

As per usual, his first goal upon entering this new space is to gather information, whatever form that takes. Sometimes it looks like a covert killer keeping his ear to the ground and his hands in his pockets. Sometimes it looks like a spooky angel playing piano in front of a crowd of people.

Chances are they already had eyes on him, mind you. Meta and monster aren't entirely synonymous. Some people, he's noticed, look as exaggerated as he does. Most don't. He's in the monster minority, which means it's better to abandon the pretense of normality and lean into the absurdity of being once again taken to a new place with new rules and new people.

Surely, it occurs to him that he may have enemies here, that he should keep out of the spotlight, but Slade's worst enemy has always been himself, and he's been dealing with himself for decades.

He can handle it.

Once he wraps up, he turns slightly on the piano's stool to face, well, whoever. ]

Requests open.

⸻ to be, or not to be

[ While he doesn't exactly believe in luck, Slade knows better than to say Macbeth in a crowded theater, let alone see it. So that rules that out. Hamlet, though, is a good one. He'll take Hamlet, even if the point is definitely lost on him. Swearing revenge after the loss of a family member is so familiar he has to ignore it.

He's sitting in the middle of the theatre, dorky opera binoculars held up to his eye(s)—which only work half as well as they should with the eyepatch covering two-thirds of his vision, but he holds them just the same. ]

There are no 'good guys' in this.

[ Some white guy in a tux is going to try and mansplain Shakespeare to you in whispered tones. Better brace yourself. ]

There is no good. There is no bad. People are never just one or the other. Hamlet thinks he's good, but he's not. Revenge is neither a moral or an amoral thing. It's colorless. Agender.

[ Please hush him. ]

⸻ ghosting

[ After crashing on the couch of a vampire in the most haunted side of the Ryslig peninsula, Slade isn't afraid of no ghost. Even if the statues turn to watch him on his way to the bathroom and back, he isn't curious enough, or motivated enough, to investigate. There are bigger things in this world, like making money, killing Titans, and finding his ~~found family~~ team.

So, instead of looking for ghosts, he stands out on the balcony and looks out at the city. For a better view, he flaps his wings and flies higher into the air, which is just something he can do now, apparently. He lands on the roof beside a lump that looks like a gargoyle, but he isn't so high that he can't see what's going on down on the balcony. Should something catch his attention, he's ready to swoop like a dark angel. Or a weird goose. Whichever fits. ]

Shall drink down all unkindness

[It's been a long week to say the least so a night or two spent just to enjoy the arts is a good respite for Jason. He's in a suit and at the bar during intermission just to get some water. He still wants to keep his senses sharp in case trouble pops up]

All the world's a stage

[You could also probably catch him at the balcony taking in the view of the city. While he's there, he's frowning a little. It was only a couple of months ago that he took in a similar view. However, now it feels more ominous with all the riots and mobs breaking out]

[ loki, the owner of the theater is around, overseeing the little things and making sure no harm comes to his beloved place. mostly, he can be spotted here and there, dressed in a black suit with a long green scarf over his shoulders. he seems to mostly preoccupied with the cotton candy machine, eyeing the finely spun sugar curiously, trying to understand how it works.

otherwise, he can found near the bar, looking somewhat perplexed. ]

No, there are no ghosts in the theater.

Edited 2022-08-22 01:05 (UTC)

[Beck has been working at the Opherium for the past couple of months in a behind the scenes capacity. He took care of any special effects that Loki didn't bring to magical reality, oversaw pyrotechnics and supervised some of the make-up. He was happy to help out in other areas as well and would often watch from the wings, observing both the stage and the audience. He could also be found outside by the steps, watching the street performers and grabbing some cotton candy and can be approached by acquaintances and strangers alike.]

[It feels sort of — weird, to make a trip to the theatre with everything happening around them. But Jason had told her about the place, asked if she'd wanted to come, and for all that she pushes herself, she knows that sometimes a break is necessary. And while she's studied a few of Shakespeare's plays in high school, she's never had a chance to actually see them performed.

(Turns out they're pretty cool, actually. Even if some of the language is lost on her.)

Fancy clothes aren't really her forte, but she has a nice pair of jeans and a button down t-shirt, and she can braid her hair back nice, so she doesn't feel too out of place, mingling at the bar, or watching the street performers outside.

At the end of the evening, she ends up on the balcony, sitting on the parapet with her legs dangling over the edge as she takes in the view. It's making her a little homesick for Gotham, but there isn't much she can do about that. It was still nice to get out for a while and not think about all the messes in the city.]

[Mayuko has been slowly but steadily building up her wardrobe over the past month. The mood of Central City has only gotten worst, and she worries that her "normal civilian" front is getting more worn by the day. But news of the theatre productions encouraged her to venture to the boutiques, for a good dress or two and the assorted accompaniments.

For a couple of nights, she attends the performances. She leans into the Tuscan-sun vibes for Much Ado About Nothing, while a late-night version of Macbeth gets something more classic.

For either intermission, she can be found at the bar, enjoying a fruity mocktail the first night or marveling at the "realistic effects" the second (sorry if you were her neighbor for that one, you probably lost the circulation in your arm when the ghosts started walking around).]

( i. sketch work — kyle )

[ this was a nice looking place. much nicer than he expected. something about it tugs at his sensibilities, so kyle grabs his handy drawing pad and settles himself on the steps. at first, he sketches layouts, buildings, statues, but eventually his mind wanders and he starts drawing caricatures of people. probably you.

if you catch him at least, he'll shrug sheepishly. ]

At least I got your good side?

( ii. patrolling — green lantern )

[ it's not to draw parallels between new york and central city. granted, new york is larger, smellier, louder, more hectic . . . the list could go on. but something about the way the city is laid out feels nostalgic and familiar and he can't help flying around, making sure everyone's having a good night. or breaking up a few fights for those who aren't. even if they seem to get his name wrong. ]

It's Green Lantern. Not Green Wristwatch. No, the symbol is not confusing!

( iii. wildcard )

[ got a different prompt you’d like to do? ping me on timmtams / pm this journal ]

Edited 2022-08-24 08:22 (UTC)

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Slade Wilson | Ryslig CRAU | OTA

Jason Todd | DC Animated Movies

loki odinson | mcu