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Reliving A Dream [Open]
A trip to the sensoriums would show to whoever was there that it was in use. Should they step in they would see an elaborate but simple stage with seats all around. The decor and architecture was that of Japanese origin, as were the seat and stage designs. It was very much a 20th century theater of Earth.
If they watched the stage, they would see someone performing with music. But it wasn't just any kind of performance and any kind of music - it was the art of kabuki. The person on the stage was in an elaborate kimono set and wore a long black wig. The face was white with red lips, black mascara and eye-lined eyes, slightly pinked cheeks. White hands came out of the kimono, soft and delicate. The performer appeared to be female from a distance. They also seemed to be deeply into the story that was being told on the stage, the performance simply called "Orochi."
Alright, so this person wasn't any Tamasaburo Bando, but they were decent.
If they watched the stage, they would see someone performing with music. But it wasn't just any kind of performance and any kind of music - it was the art of kabuki. The person on the stage was in an elaborate kimono set and wore a long black wig. The face was white with red lips, black mascara and eye-lined eyes, slightly pinked cheeks. White hands came out of the kimono, soft and delicate. The performer appeared to be female from a distance. They also seemed to be deeply into the story that was being told on the stage, the performance simply called "Orochi."
Alright, so this person wasn't any Tamasaburo Bando, but they were decent.
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He fell silent, looking at the wig in his hands. "Or at least the kabuki that was known before my Earth was destroyed..."
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"I hear you do tailoring of various sorts," he spoke, "If I gave you bolts of cloth to work with - and keep if you so wish - do you think you would be able to make some kimonos and hakamas for myself and a friend of mine?" He smiled a little. He had heard that she had been running out of materials to work with, so he figured he should help her out a little anyway.
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"Oh, thank you very much," he spoke, "I guess I will save those bolts of fabric until you need them then." He gave a smile. He hadn't even taken the make-up off yet.
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