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Who: Alia Atreides
What: Her one woman act
When: Friday evening, November 26 2010
Where: Wherever the Cirque has been parked this week
Warnings: None
OOC Note: For your viewing pleasure, actual video footage of what Alia is performing in this narrative. This one only has the beginnings of her routine but this is also a badass Alia video montage so wtv. And this one has the entire dance in it, but the music is weird...



After everyone had woken up last Sunday without their hosts, there had been a mass but only momentary panic, after which only a small number of the cirque had left the camp. If they planned on coming back? No one knew, it more then likely depended on their hosts returning then anything else. But not Alia, Alia had stayed. Had she any means of space transport she might have tried to find her way back to Arrakis, her home. But the Cirque had become just as much her home as it had Grace's, and she wasn't going to leave while Damien was still here. Or more precisely Dorian, at the moment, but that didn't matter to her. She had become as attached to Damien as Grace had, he'd taken them in when they had nothing and were nothing. Now they were something, and in Grace's absence Alia really had nowhere else to go. So she stayed. She missed her desert planet and her brother fiercely. She missed the power of being supreme regent of the Atreides empire but she had not forgotten how that had ended for her. No, better that she stayed here, free from that power and free from that temptation to so unwisely hunt the future. She had no need for it here, and so her mind stayed blissfully whole and only hers. She would never let that perverted baron or anyone else possess her like that again.

For those that had stayed, the show had indeed gone on. There weren't all the usual acts, there were a few holes in every evening's performance, but Alia had been diligent in keeping up with Grace's routine every night since Sunday. The lights dimmed except for one spot light in the center of the ring, with Alia sitting cross legged and her hands in the prayer position below it. Her muscles tensed, ready to begin, as if she'd been waiting her whole life for this. And in a way she had, before this week she'd never been completely alone, she'd always had Grace. In that way, this week had been a blessing. She could do what she did best to the best of her own abilities and no one elses. She moved effortlessly into position, her feet falling gracefully to the floor on either side of her as her legs spread before she fell to her knees to greet the twilight. Then she was on her toes, her legs arched behind her and one arm stretched up toward the heavens. She was more then ready, she was born to do this.

Bending down effortlessly, she picked up the blades placed carefully by her feet and fell into a crouch position, her forehead already glistening with sweat as she counting down the seconds. Then she began. To the enthusiastic gasps of the audience, she launched the circular blades into the air where they split into twelve separate blades, spinning of their own accord at an impossible speed, their pointed edges glinting menacingly in the dim lighting of the arena. They launched themselves at her but Alia was ready for them. She flipped and twisted in the air, lurching from side to side in order to avoid getting any of her limbs cut off. With only a minimal amount of effort she ducked down and rolled to the side, grabbing her eskrima sticks and leaping up only to send the first of many blades flying and lodging itself into the floor. For a time that seemed completely suspended to her, Alia propelled her body through the air in every way imaginable, sending blade after blade into the floor. Only once did one come close enough to her cheek to make her breath stop, but she kept going until it was done.

The last blade hit the floor with a resounding thunk and she halted to a stop, out of breath and clutching the sticks in her hands at her sides. She barely heard the thunderous applause all around her, sweat was dripping down her body and she had to fight the urge to strip herself of her clothing right then. That could wait. For now, she simply closed her eyes and breathed it all in. "That one was for you, Paul."