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TALENT SHOW.
Who: Everyone!
What: The first Camp Half-Blood talent show.
Where: The Arena
When: February 21
After some delays, the camp wide talent show is finally set to go. Or, as Annabeth would call it, CHB Factor, complete with three guests judges to give critique a la the standard reality competition. In the arena is a big stage with the judges’ table off to the side, with seats for Juniper, Mr. D, and Tai. And technically only one of them is actually equipped to do any real judging, but the other two are around to keep the mood light. The performers have a backstage area to prepare themselves for an afternoon of entertainment, leave their instruments or other various props they might need during the show.
The Emcee of the evening is Gabriel Novak. (Much to Annabeth’s chagrin, though she did agree that he would be a more entertaining choice than, well, herself.) She also would like to thank Jason for the idea and Merlin for his rounding up efforts, particularly for a few “secret” performances on the way. This seems to be a good cross-pantheon effort and the excitement in the air is tangible. One can’t help but be proud of their community for coming together for both the good and the bad.
There will be a nice after party after the show, which includes the standard dinner set up buffet style in the middle of camp as well as a large chocolate fountain surrounded by fruits, cakes, and other things to dip into the melted sweet stuff.
Enjoy today, everyone. You deserve a break.
What: The first Camp Half-Blood talent show.
Where: The Arena
When: February 21
After some delays, the camp wide talent show is finally set to go. Or, as Annabeth would call it, CHB Factor, complete with three guests judges to give critique a la the standard reality competition. In the arena is a big stage with the judges’ table off to the side, with seats for Juniper, Mr. D, and Tai. And technically only one of them is actually equipped to do any real judging, but the other two are around to keep the mood light. The performers have a backstage area to prepare themselves for an afternoon of entertainment, leave their instruments or other various props they might need during the show.
The Emcee of the evening is Gabriel Novak. (Much to Annabeth’s chagrin, though she did agree that he would be a more entertaining choice than, well, herself.) She also would like to thank Jason for the idea and Merlin for his rounding up efforts, particularly for a few “secret” performances on the way. This seems to be a good cross-pantheon effort and the excitement in the air is tangible. One can’t help but be proud of their community for coming together for both the good and the bad.
There will be a nice after party after the show, which includes the standard dinner set up buffet style in the middle of camp as well as a large chocolate fountain surrounded by fruits, cakes, and other things to dip into the melted sweet stuff.
Enjoy today, everyone. You deserve a break.
PERFORMANCES
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Still, he strolls onto the stage like he owns the thing, his hair slicked back. He's actually dressed pretty nice for the occasion, in jeans, a button down, and a blazer. And he kind of feels a bit like Ryan Seacrest.]
So. Props to whoever convinced Annabeth to actually let me hold a microphone for a long period of time.
[This is where he flashes a grin to Merlin.]
Now, as it figures, I have no clue who's supposed to be coming up first, so...don't be shy. I don't bite.
[For now, he's going to sit up on the edge of the stage, his legs hanging off, to watch (and make commentary on) the acts.]
NATALIE AND ENJOLRAS
The time has come though to unveil their surprise act. Enjolras keeps his normal frown set in place as he walks up to the mic, glancing at Natalie who is at the piano for his cue to start.
The opening keys might sound familiar. After all. It's a pop ear worm at it's finest, with their own twist.
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But she is feeling better after her breakdown in the strawberry field; with major thanks to Dave, Aqua and Cosette
and maybe Callie, the fact she was concerned did help once Naomi had calmed down enough to realize it. So if anything she wants to do this for them, as a thank you.Except now it's almost her turn and Naomi feels like there's a rock in her stomach and desperately wants to turn around and hide. Someone backstage might need to give her a push.]
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merlin + arthur
They're reciting Shakespeare, because Shakespeare should be a part of every talent show. But this might be one of the few times where Iago and Othello are also wearing evening gowns and flower crowns.
Merlin wasn't even sure that he'd be performing at all. He hadn't exactly been speaking much to the other half of his act. But Arthur does show up backstage, and if Merlin blushes at seeing him, it'll never show through the other blush.]
Did you shave your legs?
[Merlin glances in his direction, and then the curtain is starting to rise.]
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Mary
There might be a few vocal wobbles here and there, but Mary puts a lot of feeling into it and she actually sustains the long notes pretty well.
If she can get the audience to sing along with her during the chorus, she'll consider herself a success.]
Maya
*She sits center stage with her cello, wires it and her mp3 player with a drum track in it to the sound system. And waits for her cue to start playing. She would have picked something by Pitbull and blamed it on Gabriel, but even she can't work that miracle.*
Elizabeth!
A little anxiously, she approaches the mic, taking a seat on the small chair and adjusting the mic to her height.] I was debating doing a song I grew up with, but I figure hymns aren't the greatest way to go when it comes to a talent show. Especially one put on by demi-gods, reincarnated gods, and, well, Mr. D himself. [She gestures at him.] So I thought I'd play a classic. Here goes.
[With a sly grin, she starts playing the opening chords] She was more like a beauty queen on a movie scene...
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Aww yiss, Cosette and Courfeyrac
Normally she wouldn't be so freaked to go out on stage, but singing "A Whole New World" becomes a lot harder when you're focusing on your glorified-bra of a top instead of your pitch and diction. Someone might need to push her on stage.]
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lolol ignore that format change, oops. <3
i saw nothing. <3
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margot
The real problem was coming up with a talent. She has hobbies, yes, but who wants to watch her build a model airplane on stage? Not even she would sit through that.
Then it hits her: dancing! It's pretty much like fighting if you play it right and Margot can do that easily. But that's not enough. What about a freaking sword dance. Okay, this was all seeming like a lot more fun now.
Before going on, she double checks to make sure her twin swords are shiny enough (they are) and that her hair is done up tight enough to not get all up in her face. Cue music (look, it's not Fallout Boy or MCR!) and out she goes.
There are times where it probably looks like she's stabbing something more than actually dancing, but so things go. She twirls, spins, somersaults with both swords in the air, all sorts of acrobatic moves, and actually seems to be enjoying herself. It may not be the most perfect thing in the world, but she tackles it with all the energy she has.
When it's over, she waves and nearly bounces back to the backstage area. And now she's a sweaty mess. Awesome.]
charlie
The poem is... well it's hard to tell what the poem is about. It does have to do with a tree and something about spring, and the boy is very theatrical and dramatic about it. Any time a line of importance is spoken, he accompanies it with a strike of the lyre strings.
Who let him on stage.
Who.
Oh, wait. It's over with a line about earthworms. Charlie takes a bow, very pleased with himself and marches off stage.]
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Sojourner
So when Gabriel calls her name she peeks her head out, holding up one finger before returning backstage. A few minutes later - and with some help from that French guy Enjolras because the poor soul had been backstage - she's set up a small array of obstacles mostly involving rails and a few wooden crates for her to jump over.
She looks over the array in a simple t-shirt and sweat pants, then she's turning to the audience.]
Mr. D, I have a favor!
[Because what better way to start off parkour demonstration then using the God of Theatre to give her a little boost into her first back flip?
Feel free to catch her before or after her act. Before hand she'll probably be stretching, but after she'll be downing a few water bottles and nursing her wrist from a messed up landing. Ah well, can't do them perfect all the time.]
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AUDIENCE MINGLING
Feuilly| OTA
The greeks DO know how to throw a party. Anyone who wants to bump into him is totally welcome to, of course.]
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*And maybe the staring had started to get to her... she didn't like the feeling of all eyes on her when she didn't want anyone looking.*
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He has an apple that he's playing with between his hands while he watches, and a few spares if anyone wants one. No throwing them at the participants though. :| They're working hard to put on a good show, and his aim's good enough that he'll nail you with his if you even try it.]
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AFTER PARTY
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In fairness, he's not going to shoo anybody away from the Hades table. Unless they're being annoying.]
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Sometimes an Athena counselor forgets to eat from time to time and after making sure things ran swimmingly - and that Gabriel wasn't too embarrassing - she deservedly pops a banana slice, covered in chocolate, into her mouth. A sigh. She grins.
Annabeth won't sit at her table tonight and will be happily dragged off to another, taking time to socialize before she continues preparing for the upcoming quest. ]
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*Pester her if you wish, but she'll be staying at the edge of camp looking as cagey as ever.*
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Chocolate helps, though. Whoever recommended food therapy wasn't wrong. ]
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What if she just... Gingerly, she leans out and dips the bacon thing in the chocolate. She sniffs it, shrugs, then tosses it in her mouth.
That face? That is a face of regret.]
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After loading up on food, he heads around to the different tables, taking this opportunity to sit wherever he pleases. He will cheerfully strike up a conversation with whomever he happens to sit beside, whether they want him to or not.]
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