Player Plot: Rosavelle Racing Association Inaugral Race

[goldship]

WHO: Everyone who's decided to attend the inaugural race
WHEN: Two days after AFter-Till Feast
WHERE: Primavan Racecourse
WHAT: The inaugural race and Winning Concert for the Rosavelle Racing Association.
ANYTHING ELSE: Look i have no idea what im doing here claire gave me too much power this is a mess im sorry but please have fun!!!!!!





THE SCENE
The previous week has been one of backbreaking but rewarding labor culminating in a night of relaxation, but all is not peaceful for long. With the hard work out of the way for the time being it's the perfect time to get the hearts and spirits of the people of Rosavelle ignited with the fiery passions of COMPETITION. A previously unused space in Primivan has been overtaken by a majestic stadium capable of accommodating a staggering amount of people. The area leading up to the stadium proper has become an open market, craftspeople, store owners, and other vendors coming from all over the island to ply their trades at this massive event. Street food of various kinds from baked goods to roast vegetables is in abundance, merchandise ranging from crafted jewelry, embroidered clothing, and parasols to help block the light of Calyx. Unique to this event however as opposed to the other festivals so far experienced? The plushies.

That's right. Plushies. Plushies modeled in the likenesses of the horses, riders, and singers of the teams competing in today's event. Exaggerated features like large eyes, bright smiles, these cuties are a must have to take home. It's likely that as the RRA goes on many will strive to collect entire sets!

This is the stage of history that has been set for the racers. A place for them to leave their mark upon Rosavelle itself and begin a hall of legends that shall stretch forward for generations! Who knows what shenanigans or drama may unfold before the race even has a chance to begin!

Beneath the hustle and bustle of the crowded stadium are the green rooms and tunnels that lead out onto the field. A place for the racing teams to prepare, change into their riding silks, go over last minute strategies, and receive well wishes or declarations of rivalry from the fans and peers amongst the Royal Advisors. Such peace won't last forever however. The horns blow the call to post. It's time.



THE RACE


PRIMAVAN RACECOURSE
LEFT/TURF/1,600M/"SUNNY"/FIRM
UNGRADED
PRIMAVAN INAUGURAL DERBY

The horses and their riders take the field to the cheers of the crowd. Horns blow, enchanted flower petals fall from the sky, flags are waved. For those down on the field it's a sight they won't soon forget! Their first time being the center of a racecourse's attention! Energy thrums through the air as the noise of their audience flows into an ocean of sound, though perhaps in that deluge you hear the voices of your friends, your loved ones, calling out for your victory. The scent of turf is thick and green, adding a pleasant heaviness to the crisp winter air. The horses beneath the riders seem to know how important this moment is, how impactful it will be. Every animal is brimming with energy, ears perked, tails flicking, feet pawing in anticipation of the pure joy that awaits them. They're led into the gates, a temporary block between them and what they were born to be.

The crowd goes silent. Outside the stadium proper those who do not have seats are likewise silent, watching the events on bloomcraft enchanted surfaces. The only sounds now are the air, the individual breathing of each person.

KA-CHACK

THEY'RE OFF.

Noise. That's what follows. The thunder of hoofs, the yell of the crowd, the energetic prattle of the announcers projected across the stadium thanks to skillful meramancy. For the riders and their steeds this sound is joined by the howl of the air as it claws at their skin, an angry imposition of nature for daring to push their limits and attain the sort of speed that should be reserved for the wind alone. THIS IS RACING

RESULTS:

1st: Tachi, Alesha Jeffords
2nd: Cyrus, Corrin of Nohr
3rd: Big Bridge, Bulat
4th: Burn Fire, Marina Calendo
5th: Untouchable Style, Charlot Kurtsinger
6th: Crooked Nook, Timtomitha Arcaro
8th: Admiral Kestrel, Douglas Flaconson
9th: GT Trueno S., Tak Wittenberg
10th SR Corolla, Crispin Iketani

THE CONCERT

THE PERFORMERS

1ST POSITION: Alesha Jeffords
2ND POSITION: Kanade Amou
3RD POSITION: ????
4TH POSITION: Gold Ship
5TH POSITION: Sheila May

The night is opened with Make Debut!, a perfect start. As every night will be. It goes off without a hitch! In the crowd bloomcraft enchanted rods of changing colors that match to the racing teams flash in the dark. The energy is thrumming, the night is ready to go!

GECK OCEAN
Gold Ship (vocals), Ena Shinonome (vocals), Corrin of Nohr (vocals), Kanade Amou (vocals)
SETLIST: Lost In Thoughts All Alone, sang as an idolified version with each member performing a verse.


GOLDEN EXPERIENCE
Ena Shinonome (Lead Vocals, meramancer), Gold Ship ( Lead Guitarist, Vocals {SCREAMING}, meramancer), Tsukasa Tojo (keyboard, vocals)
SET LIST
Shi ni Yuku Kisetsu de Boku wa, Tsukasa taking lead.
Usseewa, Explicit
Faint
Blood In The Cut, Explicit
Creep, Explicit
I Touch Myself, Sexually Explicit

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Once the advisor groups and local performers have had their time on stage the Racing Team Performers come back to close out the night. Ready!! Steady!! Derby!! is the performance chosen to close out the first Concert of the first Race. The words are a fitting way to kick off what's sure to become a proud Rosavelle tradition. The mermancy is brought all out for this, illusionary flowers blooming across the stage with each step the performers take. The energy, the passion, the excitement, it flows through the air throughout every moment.

Even when the night ends and the crowds begin to make their ways home, there's a tingle to the air. Something powerful has happened tonight that will echo across generations.

Comments

Nyuu | Elfen Lied

[saudadist]

[ Before the race, Nyuu is absolutely beside herself as she examines the wares up for sale. Of particular pull for her are the dolls of the horses and their riders. They all have their cute points and their riders have their own cool designs! How is a girl supposed to choose just one? If it were up to her, she'd definitely select all the dolls and thus all the horses and their jockeys.

But, isn't that a bit flaky? Indecisive? ]

Ahhh!! They're all so cute! Which one should I pick???

[ Because, clearly, the cuteness of the plushies will determine who she supports! ]

[monsterdaddy]

Aren't the ones of Ena and Tsukasa particularly adorable, though? I mean, look at them!

[Yoojin also wants to take one of each back to his room in the Tulip barracks. Of course, since he only has two hands, he's limited himself to two picks: Big Bridge and his cheerful, pompadour-sporting rider.]

[saudadist]

They are, they are!

[ Thus, she's still wrought by indecision. ]

This isn't fair. Wouldn't buying one of each show I like all of them?

open stuff

[uncommonsense]

i. pre-race

[ despite anything else going on, haruhi's made it. she wasn't really ready with her meramancy just yet to warrant getting on stage, and since gold ship and everyone else put so much into getting things ready, haruhi's decided to take a different role. ]

Right, this way, this way!

[ mostly directing traffic to anyone coming to see the races, acting as a barker with a speaking trumpet. she's got a bag with programs detailing what's going on, info on the merch, the races, and most importantly, the horses! ]

You don't want to miss it! An intense race'll be starting soon! Hurry on in!

ii. during the race

[ of course, despite basically yelling for most of the morning, she wanted to see the races too. she's recognized a couple of the jockeys, so she can't really just pick one to cheer for.

still, she can be found hootin and hollerin up a storm. she's really getting into it! ]

iii. after the events...

[ if you had any part in the event itself, haruhi's sure to bring you some water and encouragement. ]

Great work today! So, have fun?

iv. does this need a wildcard?

[ yeah idk man. come look at merch with her or smth ]

Nabiki Tendo || Ranma 1/2

[okanetendo]

And who should be girling the main concession stand but Her Lady Mannerism, the Marchessa Furinkan Nabiki Tendo herself?

The majority of what she's hawking are photographia - Bibliomantically created, edited and copied images akin to photographs of the horses, the riders, and the singers, in various glamour shots both in their athletic clothes and in higher fashion.

(The plushies aren't hers, so much.)

But in addition, she's selling concessions - lemonade, some of the local syrup-and-fizzy-water (with a bit of bitters) concoctions the locals call 'cordial' or 'punch', some candied nuts and kettle corn - but the key item are a small supply of hand pies, in 'apple with winter spices' and 'mild or spicy Japanese-style beef curry' varieties. They're hot, they're delicious, and they're going fast.

(Nabiki has never been prouder of Akane.)

[likememore]

[Ena's still under orders to take it easy today, so she's at a slow walk as she passes the main concessions stand, intending to get a cordial to keep herself going... and promptly does a good and proper spit take seeing photos of herself, nearly choking for a moment. She's anonymous in Niigo, so she doesn't have merch like Airi, but. Nope, here she is blasting Yuki's the chorus of Usseewa. It's- actually a wonderful shot, so she doesn't mind it, it's just surprising that someone might want a memory of her. And as she looks around... it's the entire day, captured in Bibliomantic memory. As she finally reaches the front of the line, Ena offers Nabiki a warm grin.]

I definitely can't afford one of everything, but... it's not too vain of me to buy a concert photo of myself, is it? These are amazing. [A pause from her gushing, then:] Oh, um, and a cordial and a curry pie, please. Seven songs is... a lot.

[okanetendo]

Hey, if I got a shot of myself that looked this good I’d frame it on my wall, though maybe I shouldn’t be a role model, and thanks, Ena.

I’ve been finding that the “picture worth a thousand words” approach to bibliomantic photographia gives me great results. But then I’ve been sharpening my pen on a novel I hope to be able to show off soon.

What flavor, and spicy or not? It’s not overpowering but the spice has a kick. Spicy’s the triangles, savory’s the half moons, and the apple are round.

[bladeofconquest]

It's been weeks of practice, both on the track with Cyrus, and practicing choreography and her singing with the rest of "GECK Ocean", as the impromptu idol group formed of herself, Gold Ship, Kanade, and Ena have dubbed themselves. Learning to sing and dance like an idol was a very different experience and sort of training than anything Corrin's ever done before, but it was fun. It was so much fun. She wants to do it again.

The race was also exhilarating. She's been working hard with Cyrus, putting the horse through his paces, learning his peculiarities and bonding with him so they could be the best they could possibly be in the race. She'd almost managed it; for awhile, she and Alesha had been in a dead heat together, but in the end, the Paladin had pulled those few crucial steps ahead...

Second place is still pretty good, though. Corrin is satisfied with the result, especially since she and Cyrus both gave it their all. But after that was the Winning Concert, which gave Corrin enough time to quickly prepare for and then it was GECK Ocean's turn on the stage. What a performance! She hopes Azura is happy. A lot of people will be singing her song after tonight.

During the opening, Corrin had dedicated the song both to her sister, and to "the most beautiful treasure in Rosavelle...you know who you are." With a coy wink and a grin, knowing the message would be received loud and clear, even back at the concession stand.

Which is still running even as "Golden Experience" is working through their set (two of her teammates are still on stage performing), when Corrin, a cloak thrown over her black and white idol costume makes it to the front.

"So...what would you recommend for a runner-up who's worked up a massive appetite?" She asks Nabiki, leaning on the counter and resting her chin in her hands.

[gal_paladin]

I: Concessions
[Delighted, Alesha gets a plushie of herself, both on foot and atop Tachi, and signs some glamour shots of herself and Tachi in full armor and barding.]

I think they got a good likeness, what do you say?

II
[And in the race itself…
Tachi is more patient than he is fast, but above all Alesha has taken the time and effort needed to make sure she and him understand each other and are of one mind during the race.

When the moment comes - when in third, but the over-eager have exhausted themselves, an a certain electric feeling of tension fills the air around mount and rider…

That is when Alesha, grinning, the wind pressing it into a grimace, gives the agreed signal by kicking Tachi’s flanks: and he, nodding, ears perking, shows all the meaning of haste.

Alesha did not come here to do anything but her best, and yet, she did not quite expect to win.

For his part, Tachi never had any doubt.]

I won? …We won. We did it, Tachi!

III - Singing
[There is really only one song Alesha can conclude with, and - in something like a Yberian contessa’s fit, Renaissance chic in blues and golds - she sings:]

And I really really wanna thank you, for dancing till the end!

IV - Victory Lap - Closed to Gold Ship, St. Germain
[And so.

They dated. It was good. Golshi… seemed both frustrated by and appreciative of Alesha’s fond regard. The first was not surprising: the girl had trouble understanding why her, why is someone like Alesha interested.

The second was enough reward for them both to Alesha to keep trying.

And so, after a victory that she felt she shared and owed to Gold Ship, she seeks her out after the race and concert.

And if her other paramour is there, surely that can only be a good thing? They already have at least one thing in common, after all…]

II

[monsterdaddy]

[Once she's somewhere off the track and he's got a chance to greet her, Yoojin zips over with a thrilled grin.]

Congratulations and well-raced! That was amazing! Way to pull it off, you two!

[He bounces on his feet, still pumped just from watching.]

Re: II

[gal_paladin]

Guess all that training in full barding paid off - Tachi's endurance was quite something.

Thanks. I... It's a good feeling. Golshi really pulled off something special. I'm proud of her, too.

II

[bladeofconquest]

It's all over. They did their best, Cyrus worked so hard...but in the end, first place goes to Alesha, and Corrin and Cyrus a close second.

Once he's come to a stop, Corrin swings off the horse, and then affectionately wraps an arm around his neck, letting the horse nuzzle her. They've become quite close since Corrin took a shine to him not long after arriving in Rosavelle.

"You did great, boy. I'm so proud of you."

Once she's seen to Cyrus, she finds her way over to Alesha and offers the Paladin her hand.

"Congratulations, on a victory well-earned! That was an incredible race."

IV

[goldship]

[ Hopefully Alesha didn't think a little thing like near constant singing was going to slow Gold Ship down. She's in the midst of the hustle and bustle of everything behind the scenes, still wearing her signature raceware that's taken the new role as her stage outfit. ]

Great work tonight, everyone! Couldn't have asked for a better crew! People are gonna be talkin' about today for years!

[ Meramancy ensures her voice carries throughout every area people are working. But Alesha will find her easily. Standing quite literally on an upturned box in the center of the proceedings and consulting a clipboard. ]

We won't be usin' this track for another three weeks, so no rush on stage break down. Just gotta make sure the horses got what they need an' we can all go home and get some sleep. Goddesses know y'all earned it.

[ The horse has not been alerted. ]

Yoojin Han | My S-Class Hunters

[monsterdaddy]

A. Go Big (Bridge) or Go Home

[Been missing Yoojin? He was admittedly a bit scarce during Budwake, though some advisors might have seen him pulling lighter duty, handing out his own Imprintwork muscle-warming cloths, pushing up a borrowed pair of glasses while tackling non-magical repairs here and there. If he wasn't feeling well then, though, he seems fully recovered now, as he stands up from his stadium seat, waves a plushie with a pompadour over his head, and bellows:]

GO, BIG BRIDGE!!

[Good lord, the pipes on this man.]

B. Get This Guy a Glowstick

[Oh. No. He's Still Yelling.]

YEAHHH, ENANAN! SING IT, TSUKASA! GOLD SHIPPPPP! WHOOOOOOOOOO!

[Frankly, everyone he recognizes up on that stage is getting a big ol' whoop or twenty, but he's gotta make sure the kids get the embarrassment encouragement they deserve!]

glowstick

[alchepistol]

.....Han Yoojin.....

[ Saint-Germain does have a glowstick. It is her understanding that this object is culturally-appropriate (perhaps even necessary) for cheering on Gold Ship, whose efforts she is here to support.

Yet this display.....Certainly, none whose names he calls could deny he is there to laud their efforts, yet....

....is this much enthusiasm.....expected of those who cheer....? ]

[monsterdaddy]

[At his name, Yoojin turns to Saint-Germain greets her happily--a bit too loudly, still, but not with eardrum-busting volume.]

Oh, hi, Saint-Germain! Awesome race, right?

[Wait.]

Oooh, there are glowsticks?! Where'd you get one? Do they come in everybody's colors?!

B

[uncommonsense]

[ haruhi's right next to yoojin, and might in fact be in the same boat, with her glowsticks in tow. ]

WOOOOOO!! YOU'RE KILLING IT, ENANAN! GREAT WORK, GOLD SHIP!!! GO GO, TSUKASA!!!

[ ...she has no idea who tsukasa is, but she should be supportive! ]

[monsterdaddy]

[Still yelling:]

I've never been to a live before, have you?

B

[hintplease]

[Tsukasa waves to him.

This, despite the fact that she's playing piano. Either this was a stupid thing to do (she conspicuously misses a couple of high notes as a result) or she's showing off (only a few, and the distraction doesn't lead her to miss anything with her other hand). Maybe both.]

[monsterdaddy]

[!!

He waves back with both arms and claps and hoots encouragingly. He doesn't know any of these songs but HE KNOWS HER!!!]

TSUKASAAAAA! I LOVE YOUUUUUU!

Uther | Fire Emblem: The Blazing Blade | Forget-me-not

[generally_treacherous]

[A - The Race]

[ What a novelty it is, to engage with the entertainment of the masses. Uther's always been too busy, and even if he wasn't, this isn't the kind of entertainment he would've found. Ostia is known for its battle arena and decidedly not known for being big on horses.

But whatever Uther might have been expecting, it definitely wasn't All This. It is, after all, beyond what his own world would be capable of, and he hasn't been here long enough for meramancy to feel normal yet.

It's too much for his sensibilities, frankly. He sits in the stands with his arms crossed, and as the announcer speaks, he grumbles to himself. ]

I can see the race perfectly well myself.

[B - The Concert]

[ If Uther was unprepared for the energy of the race, then he's doubly unprepared for the spectacle of the concert. Where he's from, bards are still playing flutes and harps and the like. Forget never hearing these styles before, he hasn't heard most of these instruments.

Which isn't a problem, in and of itself. The presentation is still too theatrical for his tastes, but as with the race, he's trying to ignore the window dressing and focus only on the skill on display. He likes Make Debut! But the farther into the set list they get, the more his enthusiasm flags. By the time they're midway through Creep, he can't resist the urge to comment. ]

Not very inspiring, is it?

A

[alchepistol]

Not all can.

[ Despite her correction, however, Saint-Germain doesn't look like she's enjoying herself, either. Her countenance is stony and her gaze implacable.

Yet there's an intensity about her observation of the proceedings, all the same. ]

[generally_treacherous]

A flaw in the arena's design.

[ Obviously it should be built so everyone can see??? But much like Saint-Germain, his gaze and focus remains on the race, despite the conversation. If he favors any of the racers over the others, he doesn't show any sign of it. ]

B

[uncommonsense]

[ huh. she's never actually heard this song before, and it's absolutely a lot more lowkey than she was expecting from a concert like this. ]

Hmm, it's a little different, but maybe they're building up for something big?

[ she likes the tune though. it's kinda depressing, but it has a good melody to it. ]

[generally_treacherous]

If that is their intent, they have been decreasing the energy far too much.