vineleaves: (Rehearsal)
As it turns out, even in a place like the Mansion, where the jobs are made up and the points don’t matter, it can still be incredibly difficult to get schedules to align enough to have rehearsals for a play. Eventually Susan and Dionysus work out a schedule that meets everyone’s needs though, and rehearsals are able to start in earnest. No doubt the colder weather outside has everyone thankful for a hobby that they get to take part in indoors, Dionysus having set up the dance studio as a rehearsal space for the time being. At least, he’s hopeful everyone is thankful for it. Nobody outright said they did not want to take part after being volunteered for the cast, so he’s going to take that as a net positive and assume they’re all happy to be there.

The first few rehearsals are a bit touch and go, of course. There’s a decent amount of the cast who have never even seen a play, let alone been in one, but Dionysus is a patient co-director (and a gracious scene partner). He does what he can to help everyone feel safe enough to be comfortable making their choices with the text, and… gently guiding them, let’s say, when they might need a little assistance.

Susan watches everything with a critical eye, but it isn't one that's seeking errors to correct. Instead she's taking copious notes, trying to envision better ways to construct scenes so that they translate well to the audience, considering the sort of stage she'd like to see so that she might pass along her notes to Laertes, who is overseeing its construction. She hasn't got a long history with the theater the way Bacchus has, beyond sleeping with an aspiring actress in London. She knows every line so that she might fill in as needed, and everything else is in service of creating an entertaining show for the rest of the residents - both those who are participating in the production and those who shall be watching it. She leaves the corrections to Bacchus, primarily, but shares her notes with him during breaks in rehearsals to see if they align in their opinions, and steps in whenever someone might need to be bullied into some confidence.

Dionysus is, as expected, ecstatic that the play is at long last properly under development. He’s the god of theatre, of course, but more than that, he just loves it. He loves getting to watch the group come together to try and create something, to tell a story using everything at their disposal, figuring out how each of their talents and voices can combine to best convey the message they’re delivering – in this case, a story about a group of friends from two very different worlds, who met through chance, who all realized what they thought were weaknesses were actually their greatest strengths, and who became something of a family.



(This post is open for primarily prose responses about how your characters are handling rehearsals. If anyone WANTS to thread something out, let me know, but obviously having a thread of an actual rehearsal would be near impossible, given the amount of characters present at most rehearsals, so I figure just a prose response if you want to would be best in this situation. As a reminder, here's the cast and crew list, and let me or S know if you have any questions about anything!)
vineleaves: (Rehearsal)
[This is being posted early, but it is meant to be occurring on the one year anniversary of Dionysus arriving at the mansion.]

There's a room in the mansion Dionysus discovered somewhat recently that is, for lack of anything better to call it, a dance studio. Shiny hardwood floors, one long wall of mirror, the opposite wall featuring a mounted barre. If anyone happens to be walking by it today, the open door might catch their attention, as Dionysus has his cd player set up playing music, which he is dancing to at the moment. He's wearing a pair of gauzy, loose pants that sit low on his hips, complete with a gold belt with dangling chains that serve to help emphasize his movements. His hair is pulled up into a messy bun, finally long enough that he can get all of it up with only a minimum of strands sticking out oddly.

He has been here for a whole year. To be fair, he's only slightly certain he's got the date correct, but even if it hasn't been a full year to the exact minute or whatever, it's close enough. A whole year. A year trapped, held prisoner for some unknown reason, unable to break out, kept away from all of his friends and family. A year in which he has been given the wonderful opportunity to meet people he couldn't possibly imagine living without now, in a place where anything, even stopping death, is possible.

Dionysus is fairly zoned out as he dances, so if anyone decides to duck in and say hello, it might take him a while before he notices.
vineleaves: (Silly)
This post is backdated to be occurring on the last day of Rainbows. Thank you for your understanding :)


He isn't really sure how it happened, the first time. He went to make some jelly for toast, his thoughts drifted, perhaps, and he ended up not just with the jelly, but also with several bananas. This was, as you can imagine, a huge shock, and he actually jumped back when he first noticed them, startled by the absolute jumpscare of their appearance. He calmed down quickly enough, and started playing around to see what would happen.

In a way it makes sense. He has been able to tell that everything is more magical here this month, a complete opposite to the effect Dark had on things. During Dark his powers were weakened, so it would follow they are stronger now. He just didn't assume that would mean expanding his powers.

This, of course, brings us to now. It's early afternoon in one of the many parlors of the mansion, and he seems to finally have gotten the hang of things, as evidenced by the fact that he's absolutely surrounded by various fruits, fruit wines, preserves, vegetables, and even a few bags of rice. His thyrsus, which has scarcely left his side since he found it a few days ago, is resting against a wall. If his new powers are linked just to Rainbows, that means he has less than twelve hours to enjoy them. He's reasonably certain that the thyrsus will remain after the season changes.
vineleaves: (Bacchanal)
The 6th arrives, and anyone who chooses to accept the party invitation will likely have no trouble finding the correct room. The door has bouquets of gold balloons taped – no helium to be found, unfortunately – to the upper corners, curling streamers falling down underneath. The inside of the parlor has high, arched ceilings held up by columns, a few scattered settees and cushions made from red and gold damask fabrics, and several high tables, perfect for standing around and chatting. There are technically tapestries covering the walls, but you can hardly see them because the walls, columns, and ceiling have all been decorated in gently hanging vine leaves and twinkling fairy lights.

There is music playing on shuffle from an unassuming silver cd player set up in one corner, and a few tables with food and drink. One is set up with quite a spectacular assortment of finger foods, charcuterie style. One has various Mediterranean food offerings, and another one is full of desserts. Next to these tables though, are the beverage tables. One is designated with only non-alcoholic beverages. It is, admittedly, the smallest of all of the tables. As far as the alcoholic options go, if this were a party hosted by anyone else, it might seem ridiculous, but considering the god of Wine put this together, it makes absolute sense. There’s a large collection of every sort of wine you could think of, and way more of it than could conceivably be shared by everyone in the mansion, even taking into consideration the amounts certain people tend to imbibe. There isn’t just wine, however. Dionysus made sure to collect a few dozen bottles of other spirits as well. The centerpiece, which will likely catch anyone’s eye, is one of those pyramids of champagne glasses, where you start pouring the bottle at the top and each subsequent layer of glass gets filled in turn. The difference between this one and what you’d normally find, however, is that it seems to be filling itself, almost in the way you’d expect a fountain to operate, but the champagne is just appearing (and disappearing) by magic. This will likely only last for the first hour or so of the night, however long Dionysus can be sober enough to remember to keep it going.

A small dance floor space has been cleared out, should anyone decide they want to dance to the …eclectic music that’s playing. Dionysus has also brought in a lot of games from the game room, if anyone wants to spend their time with a board game or cards or the like.

Mingle, drink, be merry, drink, and most importantly, celebrate making it through Dark!

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