Amber Sweet (miss_sweet) wrote in genetic_opera, @ 2009-03-17 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | amber sweet, denver, eugene, indigo |
Celebrate!
Setting: Several blocks outside of Sanitarium Square
Time: Early evening - late.
Open To: Anyone and everyone. Open post. Feel free to cut into any thread, since this is all public, or to start a new one of your own!
Rating: ...? (PG13 for now.)
The streets were full of revelers. Drunken revelers. Over the last few decades, certain holidays had lost all remaining meaning, but most were still honored at least perfunctorily. Holidays were necessary, especially in winter. They staved off depression and allowed the public to release steam in nonviolent ways. Few people really cared exactly why they held a celebration in late March. The prevalence of green led Amber to believe that it had something to do with Spring solstice. Green wasn't one of her favorite colors, but she did like Spring, and she thought pink was very complementary to green so that's what she wore; a festive, brightly-colored ensemble that required two assistants to step into and lace up. At least it was interesting, which was more than she could say for what her two brothers were wearing. Men's clothing just didn't have the same amount of room for variety that women's clothing did.
She wasn't performing that night, which she felt was a shame. The crowed was so pickled they probably would have applauded any performer as distinctly brilliant. That night's line-up had been handled by a member of the PR staff, so Amber wasn't even sure who was scheduled to entertain the crowd. Probably a grab-bag of local talent. Competing garage bands earlier in the day. Kids, mostly. Then the freakshow. Jugglers, contortionists, stilt-walkers, fire-breathers... people who made their money off balking taste and normalcy. Later on the real talent would start, and there'd be a headliner or two. Corviss would probably sing towards the end. Did she have to stay for that? Did she want to?
There weren't going to be any announcements. There was nothing to announce. GeneCo was running like clockwork, at least as far as Amber knew, and that was for the best. The public didn't always respond well to change, and she was in no mood for a press conference. Still, she and her brothers had to make a token appearance. It looked good to go to their own events, to be seen with the people of equal or lesser value. Usually the latter. Amber stifled a yawn before exiting the car after Luigi, and had pasted on the world's most synthetic smile by the time the first camera flash went off.