The Grand Coliseum

She smiles at that

Mel: yeah everything's going well. also don't you have that psykic link with Serina? or did you just want to hear my opinion on her well-being?

OOC: hey gorath, you know your mythologies. did the roman gods have a mountain like olympos too?

OOC i dont think so naz
IC: Dar finishes his drink so your faes brother? nice to meet you

OOC as far as i know, no
IC "I do but its not as strong as it once was"

Azzy: could have fixed that if you just said ok to the deal

"*thinking* stop that"

Azzy: stop what (innocent little kid voice)

Mel: nice to formally meet you too Dargoth, I owe you numerous thanks for all the kindness you brought us despite your allegiance to the Great Enemy (how the Eldar address Chaos)

yriel hears a familiar voice in his vox
ayovoy: did you really think you would go past my station and not get noticed yriel im almost insulted that you didn't say hi to me though I prefer to talk in person

Dar: eh chaos isent that bad when you see some of the other fanatics out there

Yriel: well well well. didnt expect to hear from you any time soon

there is a knock behind them

Dar: ill get it (goes to get it)

the door was already open, they were just knocking to get your attention
in the doorway is a guy who looks like this

but with these colours

Dar:.....you here for the beers?

"I'm here to speak with this ship's captain"

OOC thought this was a bar called the ship?
IC: Dar: you mean daria?

OOC no this is a bar ON the ship
IC Daria: hm? *sees the troupe master* oh....hello

Meldarion keeps his peace about the troupe master for now

Dar:(steps out of the way) well darias over there

"A pleasure to meet you ma'am *bows*"

Azzy: i never knew you liked clowns

Daria: *thinking* its just bloody respect *out loud* to what do I owe the pleasure?
Troupe Master: we have come to perform the great dance for you and your crew

Mel: aaand my suspicions are confirmed

Dar: oh?

Daria raises her eyebrow at Mel

Azzy: ( immediately "dance" is an inuendo ) oh i am looking forward to this

Daria: by all means. I'll gather my crew

Azzy: sweet group sessions

Daria: *thinking* you do know he's being literal with the term Dance right?

Mel: I just don't feel like watching their dance, but I must... I guess it could occupy my mind

azzy: you think theres only one kind of dance

Daria: *in her head* you'r'e an idiot *she signals the rest of the ship*
*tiiiiiiiiiime skiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*

Azzy: no i just have a dirty mind (time has been skipped)

the eldar gather before the stage, waiting for the show to begin. Daria's sat back snacking, cause she's bloody starvin

Freya and all my elder watch
ayovoy: well you never visit anymore

+I've been busy. Fighting tyranids and Orks+

the show starts
nine players leap to the center of the stage, their dathedi suits projecting a weaving pattern of colours as they dance the part of the old race (pre fall eldar). four shadowseers take up position around the outside of the stage, their equipment monitoring, amplifying, and the emotions being portrayed as the audience feel it, as the old race felt it. their joys, their prides, their petty rivalries and their driving passions. three troupe masters join in, taking the parts of the fallen gods, leaping, cartwheeling, and somersaulting around and among the dancers of the old race.

+you beter visit since you are close ive been waiting for a very long time now and trust me you would love what I have waiting for you and someone else has been waiting for you as well+

Freya watches eagerly

+is that so?+

the dancers of the old race become wilder, their passions stronger and their joys more extreme, more menacing. they come together like a whirlpool, and break upon something unseen, hurled back as the solitaire leaps into view, somersaulting from his unseen entrance to the center of the dancers

Meldarion shifts uncomfortably in his seat
Fae: last time I saw this play I was a child. quite the perspective now

an involuntary shock runs through the audience at the sight of the allegorical figure of the chaos god slaanesh. His suit projects a constantly writhing mass of figures in attitudes of decade pleasure. from behind slaanesh, seven figures appear one by one to mingle with the old race. first come four lithe players, passing their sensual movements to the other dancers as if the daemons they represent have spread the corruption of slaanesh. one by one the dancers of the old race begin to project a pattern of writhing figures on their suits. next come three dark figures. Death Jesters. Their suits displaying Skeletons as they leap and slay, dragging the inert forms of the fallen gods to the feet of slaanesh. as the last one falls, a psychic scream from the shadowseers echoes through the minds of the audience, shifting and writhing like the patterns on the dancers' suits, gradually coalescing into a chilling laugh of madness, corruption and depravity

Mel: *shivers to himself* our greatest mistake
Fae: and so many feelings just made so much sense

+yeah your daughter shes been wanting to meet her father but now I think she kinda hates you thinks you abandoned her+

Freya shivers yet watches

+.....1) I have a daughter? 2) not my fault my ENTIRE CRAFTWORLD AND EVERYONE ON IT needed saving+

but now there is another voice laughing. clearer and more ironic. laughing because it chooses not to weep

Meldarion recognises this part as Faelwen watches on curiously

at one side of the stage, enters the high troupe master. His suit projects the ever shifting multicoloured Lozenges of the laughing god as he casually strolls onto the stage, still laughing at the cosmic folly of the Fallen. he looks at the triumphant form of slaanesh atop the mound of writhing dancers, and he laughs. he looks at the mime daemons and death jesters as they bare down upon him, and laughs.

+yes you have a daughter she thought you would return for years she waited for you I even tried to contact you but you wouldn't answer now she just returned home so if you do want to see her then you beter come here+

Freya watches curiously

+Fighting an entire hive fleet and an ork waaagh takes quite a bit of time ya know!+

For a moment he cant be ween among the press of slaanesh's minions, vut with a cry he flies above their heads, tumbling in mid air to land facing them. as they turn he leaps again, 2 figures dropping as he touches them and the others grasp at empty air as he somersaults over them

Meldarion shows a spark of interest in how the scene plays on as Faelwen relives childhood memories she didn't understand then

+ just please visit your daughter while you still can shes just like her father+