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Thras and Lais were fun loving people, and as such, they enjoyed an expansive list of activities where ever they went. Thras wasn’t sure he would enjoy something like the theatre, but he was always willing to try something new at least once. For all he knew, he would greatly enjoy watching people act.
As it turned out, he did rather enjoy it. The show had been the perfect mix of drama and comedy, and had drawn him in completely. At the end of the show he had applauded loudly and cheered.
After everything was done, Thras was waiting for the crowds to clear a bit before he tried to leave, not wanting to try and fight through a gathering of people just to leave, he was fine waiting for other people to take their leave. It gave him a chance to linger and take in the atmosphere a little. There was something about the whole idea of theatre that had a buzz about it, and he quite enjoyed the buzz.
Lais had not joined him on that night, she had not been feeling entirely well, but had insisted that her husband went and enjoyed himself anyways. And so while he felt a bit guilty leaving his wife behind, especially when she was feeling a bit sick, he had gone and he had enjoyed himself. He would return to his wife soon and make sure she was okay, and get her anything that she needed.
He thought perhaps the crowd had thinned out enough that he would be safer now, and so he started shuffling past people, apologizing as he did, trying his best to slip past people without bumping into them.
But it was inevitable, and Thras accidentally ran himself straight into another man, nearly sending himself falling. He managed to catch his balance and laughed a little, embarrassed as he did so.
“My apologies, I was worrying so much about not running into someone, that I stopped paying enough attention and did exactly that.” He said, hoping that a bit of humour might lighten the situation and hoping that the man he had run into wasn’t the angry type. So far he hadn’t been yelled at by the man, and he hoped that it was going to stay that way. He wasn’t great with confrontation, he preferred to keep things friendly.
“Did you enjoy the show? I found it quite riveting myself!” He declared, making a bit of small talk to try and make the whole situation a little less awkward. That, and he really just wanted to talk to someone about the show. While he knew that his wife would listen to him talk, it wasn’t the same as conversing with someone who had also seen the show. Perhaps he had just literally run into someone who would be a new friend, he was a friendly guy and always enjoyed meeting new friends, as much as he enjoyed trying new things. Perhaps this would be a great friendship,
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Thras and Lais were fun loving people, and as such, they enjoyed an expansive list of activities where ever they went. Thras wasn’t sure he would enjoy something like the theatre, but he was always willing to try something new at least once. For all he knew, he would greatly enjoy watching people act.
As it turned out, he did rather enjoy it. The show had been the perfect mix of drama and comedy, and had drawn him in completely. At the end of the show he had applauded loudly and cheered.
After everything was done, Thras was waiting for the crowds to clear a bit before he tried to leave, not wanting to try and fight through a gathering of people just to leave, he was fine waiting for other people to take their leave. It gave him a chance to linger and take in the atmosphere a little. There was something about the whole idea of theatre that had a buzz about it, and he quite enjoyed the buzz.
Lais had not joined him on that night, she had not been feeling entirely well, but had insisted that her husband went and enjoyed himself anyways. And so while he felt a bit guilty leaving his wife behind, especially when she was feeling a bit sick, he had gone and he had enjoyed himself. He would return to his wife soon and make sure she was okay, and get her anything that she needed.
He thought perhaps the crowd had thinned out enough that he would be safer now, and so he started shuffling past people, apologizing as he did, trying his best to slip past people without bumping into them.
But it was inevitable, and Thras accidentally ran himself straight into another man, nearly sending himself falling. He managed to catch his balance and laughed a little, embarrassed as he did so.
“My apologies, I was worrying so much about not running into someone, that I stopped paying enough attention and did exactly that.” He said, hoping that a bit of humour might lighten the situation and hoping that the man he had run into wasn’t the angry type. So far he hadn’t been yelled at by the man, and he hoped that it was going to stay that way. He wasn’t great with confrontation, he preferred to keep things friendly.
“Did you enjoy the show? I found it quite riveting myself!” He declared, making a bit of small talk to try and make the whole situation a little less awkward. That, and he really just wanted to talk to someone about the show. While he knew that his wife would listen to him talk, it wasn’t the same as conversing with someone who had also seen the show. Perhaps he had just literally run into someone who would be a new friend, he was a friendly guy and always enjoyed meeting new friends, as much as he enjoyed trying new things. Perhaps this would be a great friendship,
Thras and Lais were fun loving people, and as such, they enjoyed an expansive list of activities where ever they went. Thras wasn’t sure he would enjoy something like the theatre, but he was always willing to try something new at least once. For all he knew, he would greatly enjoy watching people act.
As it turned out, he did rather enjoy it. The show had been the perfect mix of drama and comedy, and had drawn him in completely. At the end of the show he had applauded loudly and cheered.
After everything was done, Thras was waiting for the crowds to clear a bit before he tried to leave, not wanting to try and fight through a gathering of people just to leave, he was fine waiting for other people to take their leave. It gave him a chance to linger and take in the atmosphere a little. There was something about the whole idea of theatre that had a buzz about it, and he quite enjoyed the buzz.
Lais had not joined him on that night, she had not been feeling entirely well, but had insisted that her husband went and enjoyed himself anyways. And so while he felt a bit guilty leaving his wife behind, especially when she was feeling a bit sick, he had gone and he had enjoyed himself. He would return to his wife soon and make sure she was okay, and get her anything that she needed.
He thought perhaps the crowd had thinned out enough that he would be safer now, and so he started shuffling past people, apologizing as he did, trying his best to slip past people without bumping into them.
But it was inevitable, and Thras accidentally ran himself straight into another man, nearly sending himself falling. He managed to catch his balance and laughed a little, embarrassed as he did so.
“My apologies, I was worrying so much about not running into someone, that I stopped paying enough attention and did exactly that.” He said, hoping that a bit of humour might lighten the situation and hoping that the man he had run into wasn’t the angry type. So far he hadn’t been yelled at by the man, and he hoped that it was going to stay that way. He wasn’t great with confrontation, he preferred to keep things friendly.
“Did you enjoy the show? I found it quite riveting myself!” He declared, making a bit of small talk to try and make the whole situation a little less awkward. That, and he really just wanted to talk to someone about the show. While he knew that his wife would listen to him talk, it wasn’t the same as conversing with someone who had also seen the show. Perhaps he had just literally run into someone who would be a new friend, he was a friendly guy and always enjoyed meeting new friends, as much as he enjoyed trying new things. Perhaps this would be a great friendship,
Not bad, all things considered.
Well, the show itself with the soppy writing and cheap jokes was not good in the grand scheme of things, the performance itself was not bad. The new musicians he recruited from the Scholeío had done well keeping up the pace and using their instruments for the comedic sound effects instead of simply to play the familiar tunes. The performers were fine and the singers were in tune.
All-in-all, it was simply not bad.
The crowd enjoyed it, certainly, because they could blessedly not see the issues that always happened backstage between ripped costumes and a chorus member who had one-too-many cups of wine before the show began. Granted, those in the audience who realized such things blessedly found it hilarious. Thanks be to the gods for that.
The crowd filtered away and away from the stage, the performers were packing up their personal affects for the night, already breaking open bottles to begin the late part of their evening within Elimea. Already there was talk of a crowd of dancers going to the hot springs to soothe their muscles. Zephyrus had already mentioned the idea.
The only way to get to that point, however, was to get things cleared away around the stage for the evening so they could all go. There was always a list of tasks and Basilides was notorious for being the true task-master among them. It was his job, after all.
Scratching away at the tablet tucked into his elbow, he watched as the crowds started to drift away. Having made the mistake earlier of stepping away from the audience area to smoke during the performance, he now found himself having to practically swim upstream in order to reach the stage for his closing tasks.
Shouldered just right, he dropped his stylus, avoiding kneecaps to the nose as he bent down to pick it up. No sooner had he stood back to his full height did the wind nearly get blown out of him by a figure in the crowd. Fortunately, he managed to catch himself and blinked a few times at the man before him, offering a well-humored apology.
"It is like that, sometimes, isn't it? Comedy on the stage and off," Bas replied, smirking despite the irritation at the fact that his stylus was still on the ground somewhere, likely snapped in half by the passing feet. Ah, well. There were more where that came from.
A truer smile took Bas' features as it always did when people complimented the show. After all, traveling troupes were unpredictable in their quality and their schedules. If this man could become a good vessel of conversation for the Children of Mnemosyne, all the better.
"Excellent! I will be sure to tell the cast. The name's Basilides, I'm with the troupe as their Producer." Extending his hand informally, he reached out to clasp the man's arms. "I heard it's been quite a while since Elimea has seen it's share of performances. I know it has been some time since we made it through. Are you from here?"
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Not bad, all things considered.
Well, the show itself with the soppy writing and cheap jokes was not good in the grand scheme of things, the performance itself was not bad. The new musicians he recruited from the Scholeío had done well keeping up the pace and using their instruments for the comedic sound effects instead of simply to play the familiar tunes. The performers were fine and the singers were in tune.
All-in-all, it was simply not bad.
The crowd enjoyed it, certainly, because they could blessedly not see the issues that always happened backstage between ripped costumes and a chorus member who had one-too-many cups of wine before the show began. Granted, those in the audience who realized such things blessedly found it hilarious. Thanks be to the gods for that.
The crowd filtered away and away from the stage, the performers were packing up their personal affects for the night, already breaking open bottles to begin the late part of their evening within Elimea. Already there was talk of a crowd of dancers going to the hot springs to soothe their muscles. Zephyrus had already mentioned the idea.
The only way to get to that point, however, was to get things cleared away around the stage for the evening so they could all go. There was always a list of tasks and Basilides was notorious for being the true task-master among them. It was his job, after all.
Scratching away at the tablet tucked into his elbow, he watched as the crowds started to drift away. Having made the mistake earlier of stepping away from the audience area to smoke during the performance, he now found himself having to practically swim upstream in order to reach the stage for his closing tasks.
Shouldered just right, he dropped his stylus, avoiding kneecaps to the nose as he bent down to pick it up. No sooner had he stood back to his full height did the wind nearly get blown out of him by a figure in the crowd. Fortunately, he managed to catch himself and blinked a few times at the man before him, offering a well-humored apology.
"It is like that, sometimes, isn't it? Comedy on the stage and off," Bas replied, smirking despite the irritation at the fact that his stylus was still on the ground somewhere, likely snapped in half by the passing feet. Ah, well. There were more where that came from.
A truer smile took Bas' features as it always did when people complimented the show. After all, traveling troupes were unpredictable in their quality and their schedules. If this man could become a good vessel of conversation for the Children of Mnemosyne, all the better.
"Excellent! I will be sure to tell the cast. The name's Basilides, I'm with the troupe as their Producer." Extending his hand informally, he reached out to clasp the man's arms. "I heard it's been quite a while since Elimea has seen it's share of performances. I know it has been some time since we made it through. Are you from here?"
Not bad, all things considered.
Well, the show itself with the soppy writing and cheap jokes was not good in the grand scheme of things, the performance itself was not bad. The new musicians he recruited from the Scholeío had done well keeping up the pace and using their instruments for the comedic sound effects instead of simply to play the familiar tunes. The performers were fine and the singers were in tune.
All-in-all, it was simply not bad.
The crowd enjoyed it, certainly, because they could blessedly not see the issues that always happened backstage between ripped costumes and a chorus member who had one-too-many cups of wine before the show began. Granted, those in the audience who realized such things blessedly found it hilarious. Thanks be to the gods for that.
The crowd filtered away and away from the stage, the performers were packing up their personal affects for the night, already breaking open bottles to begin the late part of their evening within Elimea. Already there was talk of a crowd of dancers going to the hot springs to soothe their muscles. Zephyrus had already mentioned the idea.
The only way to get to that point, however, was to get things cleared away around the stage for the evening so they could all go. There was always a list of tasks and Basilides was notorious for being the true task-master among them. It was his job, after all.
Scratching away at the tablet tucked into his elbow, he watched as the crowds started to drift away. Having made the mistake earlier of stepping away from the audience area to smoke during the performance, he now found himself having to practically swim upstream in order to reach the stage for his closing tasks.
Shouldered just right, he dropped his stylus, avoiding kneecaps to the nose as he bent down to pick it up. No sooner had he stood back to his full height did the wind nearly get blown out of him by a figure in the crowd. Fortunately, he managed to catch himself and blinked a few times at the man before him, offering a well-humored apology.
"It is like that, sometimes, isn't it? Comedy on the stage and off," Bas replied, smirking despite the irritation at the fact that his stylus was still on the ground somewhere, likely snapped in half by the passing feet. Ah, well. There were more where that came from.
A truer smile took Bas' features as it always did when people complimented the show. After all, traveling troupes were unpredictable in their quality and their schedules. If this man could become a good vessel of conversation for the Children of Mnemosyne, all the better.
"Excellent! I will be sure to tell the cast. The name's Basilides, I'm with the troupe as their Producer." Extending his hand informally, he reached out to clasp the man's arms. "I heard it's been quite a while since Elimea has seen it's share of performances. I know it has been some time since we made it through. Are you from here?"
Thrasius was glad that the man at least seemed to have a sense of humour about the incident, making a comment about humour on and off the stage. Thras had run into his fair share of friendly people, but on the flip side he had probably met just as many people who weren’t exactly friendly. It was always a sort of gamble when meeting new people whether they would greet him with a smile or a frown. He supposed that was life, and if people were not different from each other, things would be rather boring. Meeting new people and learning about them was what Thrasius really loved.
He was surprised to find out that this man was actually with the troupe, and he was glad now that he was not the type of person to say something bad about a performance, even if he did not enjoy it. This time, he truly had enjoyed it though, being one of those that was blind to any issues that might have arisen.
“Pleased to meet you, Basilides!” He greeted as the other gave him a name to match his his face.
“I’m Thrasius. My friends call me Thras.” He introduced himself, realizing that he had not yet done so.
He shook his head as the other man asked if he was from there.
“I’m from Athenia, Aetaea to be specific. My wife and I are travelling Greece and while she is preoccupied this evening, I thought I would come and see the show. There was talk of it happening, and it sounded like an amazing way to spend the evening!” He explained, his excitement for life in general shining through his every word.
“Allow me to buy you a cup of wine, it is the least I can do for nearly knocking you right over.” He offered, the crowd had thinned for the most part now, the majority of people had made their way out and were on their way home, but Thrasius knew that he wouldn’t have much to do but wait for Lais if he returned to their camp, so he thought perhaps he could make a friend out of this man, and learn more about him.
At the very least he could kill some time waiting for his wife.
“Do you get to travel a lot then? Being part of the troupe? Or do you stick to a certain area for the most part?” He asked curiously, he didn’t know much about the inner workings of acting troupes, but he was curious and he would listen if this man wanted to discuss it. Though he would also understand if he had other things to do. Not everyone had the luxury of free time the way that Thrasius did. The nomadic lifestyle that he and his wife had chosen had it’s hardships, but it also let the two of them be free to do what they wanted and live the way they wanted. There was no pressure to provide for a family or to make a name for themselves. They were just Thras and Lais, husband and wife, nomads.
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Thrasius was glad that the man at least seemed to have a sense of humour about the incident, making a comment about humour on and off the stage. Thras had run into his fair share of friendly people, but on the flip side he had probably met just as many people who weren’t exactly friendly. It was always a sort of gamble when meeting new people whether they would greet him with a smile or a frown. He supposed that was life, and if people were not different from each other, things would be rather boring. Meeting new people and learning about them was what Thrasius really loved.
He was surprised to find out that this man was actually with the troupe, and he was glad now that he was not the type of person to say something bad about a performance, even if he did not enjoy it. This time, he truly had enjoyed it though, being one of those that was blind to any issues that might have arisen.
“Pleased to meet you, Basilides!” He greeted as the other gave him a name to match his his face.
“I’m Thrasius. My friends call me Thras.” He introduced himself, realizing that he had not yet done so.
He shook his head as the other man asked if he was from there.
“I’m from Athenia, Aetaea to be specific. My wife and I are travelling Greece and while she is preoccupied this evening, I thought I would come and see the show. There was talk of it happening, and it sounded like an amazing way to spend the evening!” He explained, his excitement for life in general shining through his every word.
“Allow me to buy you a cup of wine, it is the least I can do for nearly knocking you right over.” He offered, the crowd had thinned for the most part now, the majority of people had made their way out and were on their way home, but Thrasius knew that he wouldn’t have much to do but wait for Lais if he returned to their camp, so he thought perhaps he could make a friend out of this man, and learn more about him.
At the very least he could kill some time waiting for his wife.
“Do you get to travel a lot then? Being part of the troupe? Or do you stick to a certain area for the most part?” He asked curiously, he didn’t know much about the inner workings of acting troupes, but he was curious and he would listen if this man wanted to discuss it. Though he would also understand if he had other things to do. Not everyone had the luxury of free time the way that Thrasius did. The nomadic lifestyle that he and his wife had chosen had it’s hardships, but it also let the two of them be free to do what they wanted and live the way they wanted. There was no pressure to provide for a family or to make a name for themselves. They were just Thras and Lais, husband and wife, nomads.
Thrasius was glad that the man at least seemed to have a sense of humour about the incident, making a comment about humour on and off the stage. Thras had run into his fair share of friendly people, but on the flip side he had probably met just as many people who weren’t exactly friendly. It was always a sort of gamble when meeting new people whether they would greet him with a smile or a frown. He supposed that was life, and if people were not different from each other, things would be rather boring. Meeting new people and learning about them was what Thrasius really loved.
He was surprised to find out that this man was actually with the troupe, and he was glad now that he was not the type of person to say something bad about a performance, even if he did not enjoy it. This time, he truly had enjoyed it though, being one of those that was blind to any issues that might have arisen.
“Pleased to meet you, Basilides!” He greeted as the other gave him a name to match his his face.
“I’m Thrasius. My friends call me Thras.” He introduced himself, realizing that he had not yet done so.
He shook his head as the other man asked if he was from there.
“I’m from Athenia, Aetaea to be specific. My wife and I are travelling Greece and while she is preoccupied this evening, I thought I would come and see the show. There was talk of it happening, and it sounded like an amazing way to spend the evening!” He explained, his excitement for life in general shining through his every word.
“Allow me to buy you a cup of wine, it is the least I can do for nearly knocking you right over.” He offered, the crowd had thinned for the most part now, the majority of people had made their way out and were on their way home, but Thrasius knew that he wouldn’t have much to do but wait for Lais if he returned to their camp, so he thought perhaps he could make a friend out of this man, and learn more about him.
At the very least he could kill some time waiting for his wife.
“Do you get to travel a lot then? Being part of the troupe? Or do you stick to a certain area for the most part?” He asked curiously, he didn’t know much about the inner workings of acting troupes, but he was curious and he would listen if this man wanted to discuss it. Though he would also understand if he had other things to do. Not everyone had the luxury of free time the way that Thrasius did. The nomadic lifestyle that he and his wife had chosen had it’s hardships, but it also let the two of them be free to do what they wanted and live the way they wanted. There was no pressure to provide for a family or to make a name for themselves. They were just Thras and Lais, husband and wife, nomads.