[ADVENTURE] Sellout Crowd

[sorewatopsecret]

Who: Takane Shijou (sorewatopsecret ) and you!
When: February 18th; Various Times
Where: Corastra Hall
What: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness a famed musician in town at an affordable price is upon us! However, upon arrival, a devastating discovery is made...!?
Style: I'm starting with prose, but I'll follow your lead!
Status: Open!

Takane Shijou was determined. If she had been whisked away from Japan for an indeterminate amount of time, then she'll attempt to accomplish her mission here in the meanwhile, and become a public figure of some sort. However, knowing that this was a completely different world with its own social dynamics, she could not just suddenly throw around the song and dances she's been trained to do. No... She will need to collect more information and gain insight. But how?

It when she catches wind of some rumors regarding one Myala Mxyawtna, a seemingly famed musician, and the fact that she's throwing a surprise concert for tonight only, Takane knew. This was her biggest chance to conduct some research into the musical tastes of this world, and use it to build her own name as an entertainer here, and most importantly... to gauge the competition and hills she'll need to surmount.However, such events were best enjoyed with the company of others, therefore...

Whether you were send a overly stuffy letter of invitation from Takane or happened to be passing by Coastra Hall, you'll find the silver-haired young woman, now sufficiently warm in a black overcoat, pacing around in front of a suspiciously uncrowded ticket box. She's unusually frazzled, a large contrast to the calm and collected demeanor that some have come to familiarize themselves with.

"It is most terrible... My goodness, how could this have happened!?" Her voice is strained with distress and disproportionate melodrama as she now directs her strides towards you. "My esteemed peer, I beseech you! Pray tell, advise me on what I must do...!"

((ooc: Feel free to join into one thread, or interact with Takane separately. I can handwave them as multiple attempts for her to gain advice at different times throughout the day, and you can either aid her or try to discourage her, the latter of which will lead to her and your character doing something else in town for CR building purposes. Since we're limited to one roll per month, I will only allow one person to make an attempt at getting into the concert, which I'll determine from talking it out OOC/how the thread is going/both.))

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[perfectenn]

There are few people in the known universe who can win a stare down with Tenn Kujo, especially when the honor of idols and fans across Japan is at stake; Tenn will maintain that glare all day if he has to. He can’t back down knowing the consequences. How he would feel if someone turned up at one of Trigger's concerts without having gone through the proper channels... that disrespect towards his fans is not something he could allow to slide. He won’t allow the same towards Myala Mxyawtna, either.

But at her dignified response, Tenn presses no further, breaking his intense focus. He refrains from saying anything to her apology. Checking his own frustration, he still casts a glance towards the Corastra Hall; it really is a magnificent venue and has a good reputation from what he's heard. He wants to visit it, see the hall and stage, but... another time. The café will get their attention off the matter.

There's a flicker of concern in his furrowed brow, an instant where his training asserts itself in the firm demand that he cannot be seen accompanying a girl in public; and Tenn quickly corrects it. He is not a public figure here, and this is not a date. It’s no different than when his associates from other talent groups invite him out. Keeping that in mind, he joins her with the casual air of someone out to lunch with a classmate.

"The wizards and students of Valhudor hold a long-standing relationship with Corastra Hall." He reminds her as they walk. "There will be opportunities for us to enter in the future as part of our classes."

[sorewatopsecret]

For once, Takane actually carried social awareness regarding her offer to buy him dessert. True, were this to have happened in Japan, there would surely be some sort of misunderstanding that would probably lead to a scandal in the works. She's no stranger to that---Though she had turned it around to where it instead further boosted her popularity, Takane's lack of awareness did lead to a paparazzi publishing a rather fiery article far in the past. However, she's one step ahead in terms of explaining it away; Even before she had sent him the invitation, Takane had come to the conclusion that since their fame from home did not follow them to this world, then they would be seen as nothing more than classmates exploring their new surroundings. In summary, she considered the possibility of it being an issue, but decided it was not a cause for concern.

And so they continue their evening stroll to the rumored cafe, keeping pace with each other, the situation a bit awkward to maintain conversation... That is, until Tenn speaks up about future opportunities to see the inside of the Hall. Takane blinks, surprised at the slight reassurance, but a subtle smile warms on her face, and she's ready to respond, but---

As they enter the shopping district, something catches the corner of her eye, and Takane turns her head to get a better look. A modest street stand, with something that vaguely resembled those garapon prize lottery wheels back in Japan, albeit being a very different shape in the form of a 6-pointed star. And the grand prize... two tickets to the surprise Myala Mxyawtna concert. And even more importantly, a very short line. Quickly, her hand reaches out to tug at the end of Tenn's sleeve as she halts her pace.

"Tenn, look," she speaks with subtle excitement laced in her voice, despite the intense look on her face. While Takane knows it's rude to point, she at least has faith he would follow her gaze.

[perfectenn]

Silence is quite all right with Tenn; he has no desire to fill it, and in fact, little to say without work to talk about. His gaze wanders to take in the unfamiliar streets, and even in this strange place, he recalls another stroll to a café only a few weeks ago. His brother had dragged him the whole way there by the arm, as if Tenn might wander off if he did not. That memory is sharp when his sleeve is tugged, and Tenn immediately follows her pointing hand.

But the sleeve Takane caught shifts as Tenn holds out a hand to give her pause. "Wait." He scans the scene; even in another world, there are some things that are common sense to look and listen for. His arm draws back only as he recognizes the uniforms of other students and wizards in the area.

"It seems reputable." He looks askance to her face, knowing what he’s going to find; as much as she schooled her reaction, the excitement was clear enough in her gestures. While he doesn’t share it, he can think of few objections.

"You will probably pull a packet of tissues with an advertisement, you know." He suggests mildly, without the previous discouragement. Then a sigh because he does – or will – owe her for the meal. "If the price is reasonable, I'll draw as well."

And he’ll conveniently fail to mention that luck in lotteries runs in his family.

[sorewatopsecret]

Seeing the implication that he wasn't all that opposed to drawing in the lottery, Takane's expression can't help but brighten considerably. In fact, it's reminiscent of a child being permitted into a toy store.

"The risk-benefit ratio is skewed in a way that we lose more were we not to make at least one attempt," she responds, indicating that yes, she's sure. She really wants to see this performance, and if she isn't allowed the risk involved with sneaking in, then she'll risk receiving a pack of tissues. "Tenn Kujo. Opportunities are multiplied as they are seized."

Rather overly intense, to apply Sun Tzu's teachings of war philosophy to something as mundane as a prize lottery. However, graceful and poised as she usually was, Takane always did have a habit of being surprisingly melodramatic at inappropriate times. She wastes no time in claiming a place in line, having enough faith that Tenn would follow that she doesn't even look back. The twinkling aura of anticipation that practically radiates from her doesn't let up as they wait, despite patiently keeping her straight and practiced perfect posture.

It's a miracle that she doesn't immediately jump once they're face to face with the elderly gentleman running the booth. The attempt was free, which would be nice... however, even in this reality, that means there were catches. The first being that there was only one attempt per party, and while it wasn't outright stated by the old man, common sense dictated that there was a low chance of drawing the grand prize. However, that doesn't deter Takane.

On impulse, she reaches for the lottery box's handle to give it a whirl, but her hand stops just as her fingertips were nearly brushing against it, almost as if receiving a static shock. And instead, she turns her head towards Tenn, turning her palm upward as if presenting the lottery box to him.

"... Please."

[perfectenn]

Seeing the enthusiasm finally surface on her features, she does look too much like someone he knows for comfort. (Even if she can back up her eagerness more shrewdly. Though isn't quoting a war general going a bit too far?)

"That remains to be seen. Every lottery is different, after all." And yet, his voice stays close as he trails after her into the line. Tenn watches the rolls ahead of them; as expected, the tokens yield nothing of note. A free lottery for a valuable prize... those odds can only be low. Regarding his classmate, he senses Takane has no concept of this. It may be due to a sheltered upbringing, or she could have the strength and discipline to choose to be excited regardless of the outcome. The first he had his doubts about, but the second is a favorable trait in an idol.

Tenn is prepared to step aside when the request catches him by surprise. He responds first with raised eyebrows. Isn’t it a bit late to get cold feet? Logically, his draw can’t be better or worse. But he has no reason to decline, and he did offer. As much as he acts deliberately nonchalant about the whole thing, there’s a pull on his lips in the hint of a smirk. It’s a good opportunity to test his luck.

His hand is steady as he gives the curiously-shaped machine a whirl.