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Rocky Horror Picture Show

On the LAST SATURDAY of the month at 9pm Eastern, CIRQUE will be offering a LIVE performance of THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. The crowd was FANTASTIC last year and we're looking forward to making this year even BETTER!

Mateus Server, Saturday night - 30 Oct, 9pm Eastern, Lavender Beds, Ward 10 / House 3

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Where! Lav Beds W 10 H 3 (Mateus!) When! 9/25 @9pm Eastern! Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of All Ages! Cirque Presents: On His Lordship's Ishgardian SECRET SERVICE! An all original show live on stage! A thrilling adventure of a suave spy out to save the world! Gadgets, mad scientists, action, death traps, romance, and double-cross!

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Remembering Stephen Critchlow, beloved voice behind our Count Edmont de Fortemps.

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Character Summary: Mhaelou Dhemoenwyn

Alias/Nicknames: Lou (nickname), Sweet Bear (what Cera calls her), Redmane (the alias she runs under when working for the Citrine Seal and performing wanton acts of piracy)

Gender: Female

Age: 35

Zodiac: Nymeia - Water (Taurus)

Abilities/Talents: Wrangling Young Idiots | Shock & Awe Raids | Persuasive Intimidation | Cleaning & Cooking Fish | Carpentry & Boat Repair | Practical Mathematics | The Smolder | Wielding a Trident | Eating Impossible Amounts of Food | Extremely Thorough Combat Training | Nicknaming | Building a Team | Scaling Rigging like a Spider Monkey

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Lou holds a superstitious reverence for Llymlaen, picked up from her childhood on the docks and vessels of Limsa. She also feels some affinity for the spear-bearing Halone and Her relentless aggression.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Lou is confidant to a fault in her ability to get what she wants, whether it’s cargo on someone else’s ship, a stranger in a bar, or running a raiding crew for a criminal cartel with vague plans to go rogue some day.

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Despite her gruff and intimidating presence, Lou has a soft heart and yearns to surround herself with found family. Her nigh-on obsession with preparedness and training is her way of safeguarding those who depend on her, especially those who will be following her into dangerous waters.

Languages: Common, Roegadyn (partial)

Family: Cerathil Volfortain (wife)

Friends: Cyril Glautine (BFF), T’sviah Luhn, Hezzwyb Holskaentwyn, Hungry Kelp, Hermunder Thunder, Guolbenn Wyznfolgsyn, Ahaha Aha, Jolene Wolfshead, Saoirse Lyons, Lirene Harte

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single/ partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

Lou's love for her wife, Cerathil Volfortain, is a cup with no bottom. Although the two are wholly devoted to one another, they maintain an open relationship while Cera is traveling for her work in Ishgard, although neither of them has admitted that they’ve never actually taken advantage of the arrangement.

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / pink / red / black (white tips) / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (aquamarine)

Skin: pale/ fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other (gray)

Height: 87 ilms (7’ 3”)

Scars: Myriad non-critical scars, especially across her upper chest and thighs. One nasty bullet wound on her left shoulder.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Indestructible - Welshly Arms

Raise Hell - Dorothy

Trouble - Valerie Broussard

Rage and Romance - Bressie

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Lou and Cera before the show.

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Part 2 of 2 Screenshots from last night’s performance of Cirque Presents: Young Frankenstein

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Part 1 of 2 Screenshots from last night’s performance of Cirque Presents: Young Frankenstein

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WHEN: August 28th (8/28) @9pm Eastern WHERE: Lavender Beds Ward 10 House 3

Cirque presents a stunning show in glorious Black and White! YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN, a musical horror comedy of a creature brought to life by a scientist embracing their family legacy. Take up your torches and pitchforks, roll in ze hay, and put on the Ritz with us in a show unlike any other!

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How will they die?

Lou:  Buying Time for the Hero

Your comrade is the one who needs to save the world. Their quest is too important to fail and you knew it, so when the risk was greatest, you fought with everything you had to keep it at bay. In the end, you lost your life, but you did so in the most badass way possible. Be proud!

Saoirse:  Became a Martyr

You knew what your death would mean to the world, and sacrificed yourself to make a statement. Your name became a rallying cry for the righteous, and through the influence of your death, you changed the course of history for the better.

Cassidy:  Revealed as a Casualty of an Unseen Battle

You know the Griffin McElroy quote about exits from lives. Your death was arguably the most tragic of all: mundane. Nothing could have been done to prevent it, and you died for little to no good reason. The dramatic reveal of your corpse, however, was one of the most stirring moments in the whole story, so you've at least got that.

Lux:  Weren't Quite Saved in Time

Help was coming for you, but their efforts were in vain. You're dead, and you've likely brought your friends into an ambush by the enemy in their rush to save you. On the bright side, you know you were important enough to be saved, and any fight with the villain is one that the heroes can win.

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Hangovers

Part 1: Stretch them Legs | Part 2: Rude Awakenings

Tris had frozen when Cassidy's hand touched her shoulder, the commotion of the last few minutes slowly registering with her as she fought through the haze of pain and fatigue. The residual warmth of the woman next to her and the soft shuffling as Cassidy poked around the cart and climbed out the window set a backdrop to the memories of the previous evening. The rough blanket she'd pulled over her face not only blocked the blinding light of the open window, but also hid the crimson flush of embarrassment as she remembered her bumbling revelation.

Tris groaned and rolled over onto her back in Cassidy's now vacant side of the bed, propping her arm over her eyes to block out the wretched sun. She felt like death all over, and her stomach rolled as if the wagon was adrift in the ocean, not anchored firmly in the dirt of Thanalan. A queasy sweat broke out against her skin as she remembered Cassidy's confusion from the night before.

Tris had been so sure there'd been something there between them over the last few weeks, but maybe it was just hopeful desire and her suddenly voracious libido muddling the signals in her brain. Yes. The lingering way the woman looked at her sometimes had thrown her off, that was all. Tris pushed aside an intense desire to feel the woman's soft hair beneath her hand, and the imagined heat of their lips pressed together and focused instead on how good it was to have a friend at all in this place. She'd just have to be grateful for that and let the rest go. It wouldn't be hard, she told herself. After all, the fantasy of it had only been alive in her mind. Now that she knew she'd been wrong she could move on.

Maybe she'd plan a trip to Ul'dah and see what the scene there was like. Yes. She'd take her mind off things by going into town. Even if nothing came of it this time it'd distract her. Show her that there were better options than carrying a flame when there was no tinder to light. She'd burned herself that way too many times already, and Tris was determined to avoid troubling Cassidy with it further.

She lifted her elbow experimentally as the queasiness subsided, only to find it returned immediately with even the dim light filtering through the dusty curtain. She groaned again and shifted uncomfortably, her mouth terribly dry as she croaked, "By the Twelve, woman. What have you done to me?"

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Been making some cute emoji style art of FFXIV characters lately. Ladies on the left are mine, on the right are my wife's characters. You can find her characters @porxienapper

Cera & Lou

Lir & Shay

Dove & Lux

Tris & Cassie

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Rude Awakenings

(Part I: Stretch Them Legs)

The first thing Cassidy was aware of the following morning was the light and the pressure. She winced as her eyes opened a crack, blasting her with brightness that left her head ringing with pain. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that a thin sliver of light was breaking through a crack in the curtained back window of her wagon, reflecting off the steel hand draped over the edge of a nearby shelf. She reached up and fumbled for the curtain and a pang of pain hit her again, her head still swimming with a residual buzz as she tried to focus long enough to snick the curtain shut. Must have been a good night, she thought dryly, then gave a start as she heard a quiet groan and felt movement on the bed beside her.

Cassidy tensed, and then relaxed as she made out the shape of Tris curled up beside her. The details of the past few days came back to her then; the trip out to Black Brush, a visit to the Coffer to celebrate the woman getting out on her new feet, the drinking game with a bottle of prickly pear liquor. She glanced up and saw the bottle resting next to her prosthetic, uncorked and on its side, two swallows of the pink liquor still miraculously unspilled. Then she glanced back down at Tris, remembering their game, and the way the woman's face had fallen when she realized Cassidy wasn't gay.

And she wasn't. Right?

Brows knit, Cassidy allowed herself a moment to watch the woman sleeping, admiring the spill of her loose brown hair over her face, the softness of her features relaxed in sleep, the curl of her hand against her chest. She was pretty; beautiful, even. But everyone could appreciate a beautiful woman. That twinge of heat in her chest was just embarrassment over the way she'd stumbled over her reply when Tris revealed she was gay. The warmth of the woman’s thighs pressing against hers under the sheets was just a comfort in the cold desert night. The sense of rightness and belonging she felt lying in bed next to this woman was just because Tris was the closest friend she'd had in years.

Right?

Jolene saved her from further self-reflection, the hungry chocobo shoving her fat orange beak through the curtained window, blasting the interior of the carriage with light as she began nudging the nearby heads of both women and rooting around for food. Grumbling an unintelligible protest, Cassidy shoved at the beak, trying to push her back out the window. Tris flinched beside her, groaning and squeezing her eyes shut, then tugged the ratty woolen blanket up over her head. With a dry chuckle, Cassidy got up on her knees and put her back into it, finally shoving Jolene's beak outside of the curtain. "Get!" she hissed, flapping a hand at her before pulling the curtain shut. "I'll be right out!"

Sighing, Cassidy fell back on her heels, bracing herself on Tris's shoulder as she waited for the pounding in her head to fade. Tris didn't move again beneath her hand, and she figured it was probably in the woman's best interest to sleep off as much of this hangover as she could. Giving Tris's arm a pat, Cassidy grabbed one of the blankets and draped it over her own shoulders like a shawl, collected her prosthetic, the liquor bottle, and a few odds and ends for breakfast, and then climbed out the window.

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Stretch them Legs

Tristan and Cassidy celebrate getting Tris back on her feet by drinking irresponsibly and playing dangerous games with each other's hearts. Cassidy belongs to @porxienapper

Night was falling in Thanalan, the wide expanse of sky over Black Brush fading to a dark purple as the first of the stars slowly winked into sight. The streets of the busy town emptied to a trickle, lights blooming in the windows of small shacks and cottages; but just south of the town limits, in a tavern nestled under an overhanging rock shelf, the party was just getting started. Miners, travelers, and traders filled the Coffer and Coffin to the gills, laughter and salutations drifting through the open saloon doors as regulars and newcomers alike settled in to unwind after a long day spent laboring in the blistering desert heat.

Dry earth crunching beneath her boot heels, Cassidy Clay rounded the sparse fence surrounding the establishment and surveyed the scene. “Looks like it ain’t too rowdy inside yet,” she said, scratching under the brim of her hat as she turned to Tristan. “You wanna wade in, grab some drinks, and bring ‘em out to the fire here?” Cass gave the woman an encouraging smile, figuring the quiet of the fireside might be more to Tris’s taste; but she was also hoping to introduce her new friend to a couple of the regulars, if they were around.

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Part 5 of 5 Screenshots from last night’s impressive performance of Cirque Presents: The Princess Bride

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Part 4 of 5 Screenshots from last night’s impressive performance of Cirque Presents: The Princess Bride

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Part 3 of 5 Screenshots from last night’s impressive performance of Cirque Presents: The Princess Bride

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