[Open] Who wants to learn about rakugo?

[whirluendo_of_puns]

Who: Uendo, open
When: February 25
Where: Arito
What: It's Otherworlder Culture Day, a local festival where the scholars of Min'To gather to learn about the cultures of past otherworlders! Uendo is there to share his rakugo; anyone is free to come watch, and perhaps you can share something from your own world while you're there?
Warnings/Notes: Whatever people bring with them


Only two weeks left until Bahamut's summoning. Uendo knows he should be out there, doing something to prepare himself for the upcoming battle -- but even after this entire past year in Vaikuntha, he's still not a fighter. He's not the detective type either, no matter how much he likes his crime shows. What could he possibly do to find the summoner that someone hasn't already tried?

So, he's helping in the one way he knows how.



"Thank you for coming! My name is Uendo Toneido. I'd like to introduce everyone here to rakugo, an art of comedic storytelling from my homeworld!"

The scholars have helpfully provided him with a stage and a cushion to sit on. The venue is fairly small, just as he was hoping. Being able to make eye contact with every audience member makes a huge difference in creating a warm atmosphere.

"The easiest way to explain rakugo might be by comparing it to a one-man stage play... though I've heard it called sit-down comedy as well. A rakugo artist acts out a story without leaving his cushion, with only a fan..." He holds up a paper fan, as well as a small linen towel, "...and a towel, called a tenugui, to use as props. I'm going to ask you all to help me out by stretching your imagination to its limits, okay? This way, a simple fan can become anything: a pipe... a pair of chopsticks... a ladle... a sword..."

He rests the fan on his hip like a hilt of a sword, and swings. Some of the audience members in the front row instinctively jerk back.

"Perfect, you got it already! Now, the tales of the rakugo tradition go back hundreds of years, to the Edo period of Japan. We're not talking about myths or legendary heroes here; rakugo is about the everyday lives of ordinary people, the good and the bad. You could call it a window to the past... though, looking through it, you'll find people were just as easily amused by poop jokes and puns then as they are now, so that can take the shine off the nostalgia a bit."

There are a few good-natured chuckles around the room.

"Usually, I don't pick out a story until I'm already on the stage and see what the audience is looking for. Which can be a bit of a pickle when the audience has no expectations! For my demonstration today, I'll go with the easy answer and look to recent events for help, so... How about that Valentine's Day?"

Uendo shrugs his haori off, continuing to chat conversationally.

"It's easy to get caught up in the idea of a whirlwind romance and trying to impress your girl with pricy gifts. Once the honeymoon glow wears off though? Making a relationship last takes a lot of hard work. Today's story is about a fishmonger and his wife who live near a riverbank in Shibahama. The fishmonger, named Kuma, has a good eye for fish, but is sadly something of a lush. He skips out on work and drinks from dawn to dusk, much to his wife's chagrin. One day, she manages to pester him into leaving the house..."

He shifts a bit on the cushion and, with merely a change in body language, begins acting out the story. The scenery is painted by miming each movement, by directing the gaze, as though he's truly on a riverbank and not the stage. The fan becomes a smoking pipe, the towel becomes a purse. The way he switches effortlessly between the fishmonger and the wife... It's like he's a different person.

The story, despite its comedic moments, turns quite emotional. Uendo is in tears by the end, voice cracking with feeling. There are a few moist eyes in the audience, too.

"Actually, though... I'd better not." He places an imaginary sake cup back on the floor and smiles tenderly through his tears. "I wouldn't want this to become just another dream."

He bows, and the audience breaks into an applause. It may not be a standing ovation, but... It looks like everyone had fun.


[OOC: You can respond to Uendo's performance, but you can also use this log to write up something your character wants to share at the festival if you'd like!]

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[colzionetradingco]

Tressa turned to face Corrin, the sheet music still in hand, offering a smile as per usual. Unfortunately she wasn’t much of a singer, nor was she actually capable of reading the music herself, so she shook her head in response to the question.

‘I’ve never learned how, but it does sound like a lovely song! It did seem rather... special, I suppose, compared to a lot of other things on display here, so it caught my interest.”

Her attention diverted to the dress stationed beside the music itself.

“What about this dress?”

[bladeofconquest]

From the music to the dress, Corrin thinks with approval. "You have an eye for special things." She says warmly. "This is a recreation of a dress worn by my sister Princess Azura-" She points to the nearby displays for the Royal Family; the sister she's referring to, Azura, has the smallest description by far. "-When she performed the song at the opera house in the city of Cyrkensia, in the Kingdom of Nestra. It was one of the most incredible performances I've ever seen." To this day Corrin regrets that she hadn't been paying more attention to it at the time, but she had still been too troubled by the events at Cheve to have been really paying attention. To the performer, at least (had Azura known that would be the case?), but the melody had helped soothe her troubled thoughts...at least until King Garon had started crying in pain.

"It's an easy enough song to learn. Can I see the sheet?" She asks.

[colzionetradingco]

“Of course!” Tressa replied, handing her the sheet. “...your highness.” She added, giggling just a bit. So this was a song performed by Corrin’s sister? No wonder the music seemed to special, it was clearly something she held close to her heart. Her own treasure among the collection. With the way Corrin described the performance, it made Tressa envious she couldnt be there to see it herself!

[bladeofconquest]

"My friends just call me Corrin, Tressa." Corrin replies with a smile. "Now then, let's see...I'll just do the first verse and then the third, that's my personal favourite; should be enough to help you get an ear for the song." A small crowd has gathered; other people have picked up that the exhibition's host is going to perform a song.

Corrin clears her throat, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Then, opening them, she begins.

You are the ocean's grey waves,
destined to seek
life beyond the shore,
just out of reach

Yet the waters ever change,
flowing like time,
the path is your's to climb

There's a small smattering of applause; Corrin is obviously not a trained singer, but she can at least carry the tune, and her voice is pleasant enough to listen to. She then skips the second verse, entirely, as it's her least favourite and goes right to the third.

Embrace the dark
You call a home
Gaze upon an empty white throne
A legacy of lies
A familiar disguise

Sing with me a song
of conquest and fate
the black pillar cracks beneath its weight
Night breaks through the day
Hard as a stone
Lost in thoughts, all alone.

The lyrics hardly sound reassuring, but Corrin sings it well enough and with a bit more gusto than the first verse; this time there's more applause as she finishes up, and then hands the paper back to Tressa. "There. Think you can manage it?" She asks, noting out of the corner of her eye some of the other bystanders are now picking up their own copies. She can't help but smile a little at that; she thinks maybe Azura would have appreciated it.

Miss you, sister, wherever you are. She thinks sadly, though this isn't reflected in the pleasant expression she's giving Tressa.

[colzionetradingco]

Corrin wanted her to try performing it? That came as a bit of a surprise, made obvious by Tressa’s flustered expression. She had never actually tried something like this, the closest was the auction at the merchant’s fair, though at least then she felt confident enough in what she was trying to present. This was a totally foreign task for her.

“U-Ummm, Yeah, I suppose I can give it a go. Just don’t judge me too hard if I mess up, alright? This is my first time singing something, after all.”

Truthfully, she doibted Corrin would tease her about it, but you could never be too sure. She plucked the copy of sheet music from Corrins hand, and began to recite the first verse of the song. She hit a sour note near the end, but otherwise it wasn’t a terrible first try.

“So uh, was that any good?” She asked, laughing a little nervously.

[bladeofconquest]

Corrin leans up against a table of Nohrian recreations while she listens to Tressa sing. There's some applause once Tressa's finished from the crowd, though it sounds mostly polite.

Except in the case of Corrin, who is beaming as she claps. "Very good." She replies, nodding in approval. "You did a great job." Of course, it wasn't near on the level on which Azura had performed the song, but then again, neither was Corrin's attempt. But it's a good song and she's forgotten how much she enjoys hearing it sung by others. Before today it had really just been Corrin singing it to herself in the shower or humming it under her breath while she worked on some blueprints in her downtime.

She saw how nervous Tressa had been before her attempt, so Corrin gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "And you'll only get better the more you try. You should keep at it! Even if it's just to sing it to yourself." She says with a wink.

[colzionetradingco]

The applause Tressa had recieved was unexpected, but very much welcomed by her, evident due to the beaming smile she had dawned breifly after the applause had stopped. It felt good knowing she did well with something she had no prior experience with, and Corrin’s reassurance had only made her feel better. Maybe she should try to practice this stuff more often...

“Hehehe, You’re right about that. The only way to grow is to gain experience, after all.”

[bladeofconquest]

"Exactly right." Corrin replies. "You know, you're the first person to go straight to the song sheets I've seen today." She gestures towards the other displays. "All this stuff, the armour and the weapons, I know that sort of thing is more exciting, but...that song is probably the most valuable thing here, at least to me. Well, besides my sword." She's not charging people for taking the music, though there is a small box for donations; Corrin has earmarked a few charities she wishes to donate the proceeds to, while all the replicas are being taken by the Min'To scholars (save the recreation of Camilla's crown; Corrin's always liked it and asked that she be allowed to take one with her when the festival is over). People are free to take as many copies of it as they want, and there have already been more than a few takers.

She moves around a table to where some chairs have been set up as Corrin can't be on her feet all day, and she motions for Tressa to join her. "Azura and I were very close, you see, and this was her song." She says softly. "So I can't think of a better tribute to her than to spread her music across the worlds. I'm really pleased you picked up on how important that was. You said it seemed special; can I ask how you knew that?"

[colzionetradingco]

“How did I know? Hmm...”

Joining Corrin at the table, Tressa wondered how exactly she could answer a question like that. She thought back to when she first set off on her journey, and considered her reasoning for venturing out in the first place.

“Well, I have always had an eye for treasure, but that’s just for things with monetary value. I didnt learn the true worth of a treasure until later on my travels, after I met a wonderful man who taught me something very important.”

Tressa glanced back down at the sheet music, fondly recalling what Corrin had explained to her about their sisters performance.

“There’s only room in someones heart for a single most precious treasure, something that goes beyond gems or gold or anything like that; something you truly hold near and dear. This music sheet just... spoke to me like that. It seemed special in that way.”