WHO: Eli and OPEN WHAT: The Great Amadi's first show WHERE: Cabaret Lounge WHEN: 10:30pm-unknown (late!) on June 1st WARNINGS: None yet, but will update as necessary :)
It was a good thing that his show required little setup, just a table and chairs brought to stage and his trunk pulled from the wings, because the people cleaning up after Dakota were taking their sweet time. He supposed it was because she was the headliner, and he was just the late-night entertainment; still, there were enough fans desperate to hear they'd be the next Mr. Dakota or some such nonsense that he hoped for a good turnout. He'd heard a little rumor that a few of the celebrities might be into his brand of occultism, as well; if they came, he'd surely get more people.
Wearing an open-chested black vest and black pants, barefoot, with eyeliner to emphasize his gaze and a fetish around his neck--Damballah, the protector, who brings clarity and intellect--Elijah finally got the chance to set up his own stage. It was nearing the time for people to come in, and his ball was positioned on the center of the table; Eli himself took a seat on the edge of his platform, leaning back on his hands, enigmatic smile on his face.
"Come one, come all." The words were quiet--the room was empty, yet. But soon they lifted, calling to anyone who might be passing by.
"Come! Come to the Great Amadi! Let me see your futures, ease your worries! Bring me your pain, your concern, your sorrow--let me tell you what will be seen! Let me bring you to your families! Come, come, to the Great Amadi!"