Feline Five and Old Tunes to Swing to - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
12/4/2014
Log
Standing up on the poorly lit stage stands a Panther Taur, Cheetah, Small Felinoid, Lion Beast, and a Hyena. The stange is lit by scavanged tiki torches and other lanterns. All the benches seem in reasonable repair, not too much damage on them and looking like they should be able to support someone. A few other beasts, collies, huskies, latex foxes, bunny girls dot the benches here and there, looking at the five on the stage. They are dressed in grass skirts, thoughs a skirt would fit on at least, and those with breasts have some kind of grass top on as well, though both do little to hide what is there. A few more adjustments are made to the lighting while the Hyena steps forward a bit, "Are you all ready for a show!?"
Deke walks up to the group of people, rather curious as to the commotion. He scoots up next to the others, waving to everyone as he gets with the group. "So...what's this about a...'Feline Five,' is it? He waves to Flem as she arrives, clearing a seat next to him.
Sitting in the crowd that has assembled, a thin Husky watches the strange presentation with some curiosity. "What on earth is going on?" She mumbles to herself before peering over her shoulder and scooting away from some of the other attendees who seem to be a little too close for comfort. "I wonder if following all these people here was a mistake..." she muses to herself silently.
Why not add even more felines to the mix? A drop in the bucket considering the rather large population of such at the zoo. A pair of cats come in to join the show. One being a somewhat large silver lion beast wearing his typical attire of a fine suit, while the other is a cute little mocha cat girl riding upon his back. "I'm not quite sure what to expect, my lady," Dio says idly as he makes his way into the crowd. "For better or worse, I suppose we could consider this a date of sorts. It's been quite awhile since we've had a time to simply relax and enjoy something. However, I do find it curious, this show." The lion peers around at the crowd and the stage itself, observing their various features. "Clothes. Don't see ferals with those often. I was expecting another feral party of sorts when I heard the rumors."
A mousette reaches the place a few seconds after the lion, she is wearing a gown dress, that reaches her ankles in the right side, and her kness on the left side, exposing her legs. Her hair have a bun stile, leaving a few hairs on the front of her head. She walks toward the crowd avoinding stumbling on someone else, taking a seat in a corner where she will bother anyone she says "Well well... A show by the ferals... What entertaining event to be happening in such a place as the zoo... Lets see what they have for us." she sighs and adjust herself in a more comfortable position, eyeing the five clothed ferals at the stage. Curious how those ferals can have clothes.
Breezy slithers through the zoo, out for an early midnight scroll. Hearing the music, she slinks on over to the small gathering. She blinks, as she observes the scene, feeling a bit underdressed. She heads over to a seat flops down.
Siyu is just coming to see what's going on, the desert scavanger isnt doing very much, I mean, he's not exactly having a lot of interesting things to do. Just swishing his wide hips in, rocking back and fort and trying to find a seat that can fit his width. The short rodent giving a little huff and squeezing in. The short, beautiful looking rodent just smiles and tries to adjust his desert fatigues when he sits.
As one who is always blindfolded, Prism tends to rely on her sense of hearing to guide her, and so the icy phoenix has found her way to this impromptu concert. Curious more than anything, the avian hobbles (thanks to the bar attached to both her ankles) over to one of the seats and swivels her head around to take in the ambient noise.
Marshall whispers, "ooc And also... Miranai, is too late for joiners?"
Marshall whispers, "ooc Ah..."
Cookies is the catgirl atop Dio's shoulders, currently clad in some oddly glimmering, form-fitting robes and a similarly sparkling pointy, half-flopsy hat. In fact, she's absolutely decked out with planar trinkets from head to toe- a strange amulet on her ample bosom, a sparkly spyglass hanging from her backpack... She looks about and scratches at her head some, other hand firmly clinging to Dio's mane. "Yeah, it's a bit more... Formal than I was thinking it would be. Wouldn't-a packed the derringer if I knew it would be... like this?" She shrugs and tries to decide what to make of the strange scene. "I guess it's better than being mauled and shit. Still, bad things come in good packages these days," she mumbles out.
Deke walks up to the group of people, rather curious as to the commotion. He scoots up next to the others, waving to everyone as he gets with the group. "So...what's this about a...'Feline Five,' is it?" It was interesting, seeing such an odd group of ferals on-stage. Of course, Deke wasn't complaining, and niether was his rut. He felt like his cargoes were full to bursting from his large canine member begging for people's attention. Regardless, he ignores his base needs, and sits down next to the others.
An imposingly large creature could be seen contentedly striding up to the stage. This was a time for having fun to wash herself of the stress of the previous few days for the large fox-thing. When she finally arrives, Flem seems to have some trouble trying to find a seat, so she simply sat off to the side of the audience to make sure that nobody winds up behind her. When she notices Deke, she offers him a seat on her shoulder. "Impromptu balcony seat!" She'd joke.
A Raver punk by the name of aldur dressed in a simple but elegant suit approaches the gathered crowd. As he takes a look around one of his eyebrow raises. "hrrrmmmm I take it some sort if show is starting. " He mutters to himself as he makes his way into the audience, and takes a seat.
Not much excitement yet, no hooting or hollering. That is fine though. The Hyena backs back to the rest of the group, the Panther taur moving over to the rest of the group after adjusting the last of the lights. "Ok, I'm Roger!" shouts out the Panther taur, "Benny here." Says the Lion Beast. "I'm Cassy!" says the Small Felinoid, "And we're Sam and Sam!" Say the Cheetah and Hyena at the same time. "I know it looks all tiki fun, but this is just all we could get together. Ready for the preformance to start!?" Sam askes again, the sparce crowd giving a few chears back, then, they start, "A 1, a 2, a 1 2 3 4." They begin singing, almost like a barbershop quortet, save the extra person. Most are vocalizing sounds made by instraments, but the Pather taur walks forward and in a low baratone starts, "I'd like to thank the guy who wrote the song that made my baby fall in love with me! Yeah, Who put the bomp, in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong? Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop? Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?"
Siyu laughs a bit, "A live rock show, gods it's been a while huh?" he chitters and lets out a very soft wooo. He remembers the first concert he went to at 16 before everything went to shit, so he just claps, and tries to get into the spirit of it. No one is going to kill or rape you, you don't need to find enough water to survive a night. It's just music, music...how human. Let it flow through you!
Sami's jaw drops as she stares at the singing group, forgetting about the crowd in pure shock. "Seriously?" she says a little louder than intended. Clearly she is having difficulty processing this unexpected development.
