tragedy tomorrow--

[phallicsymbull]

Gods of the theater, smile on us.

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« There are two archways. »

« One is made of rough sandstone with ivy growing over it. From it hangs a curtain of rustling reeds. Push through the curtain? »

« The other is made of smooth white marble. From it hangs a heavy red velvet curtain. Push aside the curtain? »

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Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ It feels like a normal mirror. Nothing happens. ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ touches one of the others, too, the drunken one ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Nothing. ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ sighs. he tucks the mask under his arm and walks away from the center stage, to see if he can find the source of the rustling just by walking around and looking. ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ It becomes apparent that there are a number of scraps of paper scattered about the theater now... ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ anything written on them? ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Each piece of paper has one word on it; the words are in several different colors of ink. At a glance, you can see moon and villains, but there seem to be quite a few more lying around... ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ gonna gather up as many of them as he can then, why not ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Eventually, you have all the scraps of paper. It is fortunately not a difficult place to search. ]

what you bliss seducer into who charming am, Behold raptures I the
moon and the inspires see hope your am to me stars gaze there: Raise I which the
sets Look villains with who the me, free and upon you tyrants, destroyer of wrath
who minds giver spirits, drink the bewilders me mortal of Greet with as

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ hmm.

takes them all back to the pedestal just to use it as a table, scooting the mask to one side so he has room to arrange them, red first

Behold the charming seducer I am, who raptures you into what bliss

and pauses a moment, glancing at the mirror where the mask had been winking ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ The mask is still winking; it seems a little more animated, somehow, but not quite alive. ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ he figures that means close but no cigar, but moves on to the next anyway:

Raise your gaze and see me there: I am the moon which inspires hope to the stars

and looks at the mirrors, though he's not totally certain which one this corresponds to unlike the other ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ That one seems to be even closer: the mirror that reflected the mask's own neutral expression shimmers a little, then goes still again ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ moving to the next:

Look upon me, the destroyer who sets you free of villains and tyrants, with wrath

which is obviously the angry one I guess ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Similar reaction there as the previous one ]

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[koheleth]

[ and the last:

Greet me with spirits, as the giver of drink who bewilders mortal minds ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Same reaction! ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ goes back to the second

Raise your gaze and see me there: I am the moon which inspires the stars to hope ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ still not quite there ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ "Asterion"... hm...

Raise your gaze and see me there: I am the stars which inspires the moon to hope

which will either be right or more likely he'll see how the mirror reacts when he's more wrong ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Beneath your hands, the scraps of Raise your gaze meld together, as do and see me there and I am the. The rest are still separate pieces. ]

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ looks over the places still detached, thoughtfully, and tries instead

Raise your gaze to the stars and see me there: I am the moon which inspires hope ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ They all fuse together, and the mirror shimmers again. Within it, the mask is suddenly no longer lifeless and white, but made of living wood and somehow alive.

The words echo through the amphitheater. ]

Raise your gaze to the stars and see me there: I am the moon which inspires hope.

Re: TWO.

[koheleth]

[ looks at the mask and.

we're back to this again.

this time he probably has to, he figures, so - he puts it on ]

Re: TWO.

[phallicsymbull]

[ Words wink into your head like stars appearing in the night sky. ]

I am the god of the festival.

All the people of Atlantis are waiting for me. They're all waiting for me to prove to them that the gods are real and more powerful than death, that all their work and worship all their lives means something.

I am the god of the festival.