a night at the opera

[shercocks]

welcome to the opera ♫ post with your character! ♫ someone else will roll 1-7 and comment to you ♫ get nasty in the operahouse. okok 01.) sex in the box: you're sharing a box with someone you know (or maybe someone you don't!) and you're suddenly overcome with unrestrained desire. those high notes are really hitting your loins hard and you just can't keep your hands off your boxmate. you both can be into it or it can be one sided with much, sexy convincing. 02.) you're the star: the person you comment to is the on-stage love of your life. they don't know you, but you've seen every performance they've ever done. and you want to just show them in the most fanatical of ways of your devotion. 03.) life's a ball: it's a masked ball and the only rule is you can't take your masks off. but you see a fine specimen through your eyeholes and need to make them yours tonight. find a secluded area down a darkened hallway, in the powder room or even on the balconies outside to carry out your dirty misdeeds. 04.) take the high road: you're a low class citizen that got suddenly lucky. the stars aligned properly and you procured not only a ticket to the most talked about opera in decades but a fancy outfit to match. the character you comment is the high class gentleman/lady of your dreams. you two hit it off and find yourselves alone somewhere in the opera house. you try to hide your background, but they know and don't care. it's more fun to pretend. 05.) arrangement: you didn't want to do this. your parents arranged for you to meet a prospective husband/wife at the opera tonight. you must do this to upkeep tradition. what you didn't expect was someone so utterly charming. and they're charming your pants right off. 06.) lights, camera, action: you're costars in the hot ticket for the night. a quickie before curtains rise? sure. riding the excitement of the finished production? awesome. whatever it is, there's not supposed to be fraternizing between the costars. but you two are much too taken with each other to care! 07.) wild card: rollers choice! pick something or make up your own scenerio! just make it sexy X(

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Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock

[the_new_sexy]

2-ish? roles flipped

[whatyoulike]

[As a young girl, Irene had endured endless voice lessons. She had a natural talent and, as parents often do, she was encouraged to the point of smothering. By the time she finished secondary school, she no longer had any desire to sing for an audience. She cut it out of her life completely and took her own path. We all know how that story ends.

Flashfoward to present day. After her 'death' in Karachi, she traveled for a time. Out of a healthy sense of paranoia at first, though she did occasionally manage to visit places of interest. It quickly grew tiresome. When she eventually began to feel safe, the tedium of living under the radar led her to work on crafting a stable new identity. She wanted a public face again. When a well-known traveling opera company advertised an opening, she laughed at the irony to herself and auditioned under her new name.

That is how she came to be onstage tonight, singing the part of Klytemnestra in Elektra. It was perhaps foolish to return to London, but she couldn't resist.]

[the_new_sexy]

[Sherlock sits in the audience. His hair is now a shade of auburn, and he wears a tailored coat that is brown. He thinks, sometimes, people think they might recognize him, but without his trademark coat and that stupid hat, he's invisible. He has to be, he thinks. For a time. He doesn't know when he'll be able to go back, but when he does, he's going to make quite the splash.

Just like the Woman is, now. The audience is enraptured by her, and he watches their reactions as often as he watches her sing. She's amazing, of course, but the way she draws them in, seduces them, is utterly enthralling. He stays silent throughout her performance, not bothering to applaud during the appropriate places. She has more than enough fans in the audience. He'll only stare at her, memorizing what she does, watching her rebuild herself. He wanted her safe, he didn't want her to disappear. This is for the best.]

[whatyoulike]

[Her character is established right from the start as a wicked one, yet the spine-chilling way she begs Elektra for relief from her nightmares quickly has the audience on her side. They revel with her when she learns of Orestes' supposed death abroad and mourn when he returns alive and well to murder her with the very axe she used to slay Agamemnon. When the singers return to the stage for their bows, more than one bouquet lands at her feet.

After the show, she lingers in her dressing room. All the praise was gratifying; Elektra is a challenging opera and she had worked very hard after so many years out of practice. Still, she had known she would captivate. What she didn't anticipate was how strange it would feel to stand before hundreds in this new persona.

All those months in hiding she was biding her time, the endless rehearsals with the opera merely training. But now Irene Adler was well and truly dead. She could use her position as an up-and-coming starlet to gain influence, but it was highly unlikely she could ever return to who she was. Raena Galfri would swallow her.

She dresses in a gown that is overly gaudy by her own standards and prepares to make an appearance at the post-performance gala.]

[the_new_sexy]

[He doesn't leave. He knows he should, he knows he shouldn't stay in one place too long. Still, the Woman is here, and some part of him longs for something from her. Maybe a reminder of who he was. Right now, his name is Basil. It won't last, but nothing does as he is.

He waits at the post-performance gala for her. He won't approach her, he tells himself. He'll just see her, then he'll leave. He said the same thing about coming to this performance. First, he'd just see where she was performing. Then, he'd just see how she did at an opera (spectacularly, unsuprisingly), and now---

Now, he finds himself at the door to her dressing room. It isn't difficult to find it, and even less difficult to enter when no one is looking.

He hates the bow tie to his tuxedo. John would tell him he looked like something out of a James Bond movie. John. No, seeing the Woman is too much.]

[whatyoulike]

[She's facing away when he enters, checking over her appearance in the mirror one last time. The sound of the door opening causes her to startle and turn. Several thoughts flash through her mind as she does. Had someone seen through her disguise and come to harm her? Was it all for naught? Recognizing him almost at once, however, she relaxes. Different hair and clothes may make Sherlock Holmes invisible in the eyes of the public, but never to Irene.

As if nothing had passed since they last spoke,] Did you enjoy the performance?

[the_new_sexy]

[he shuts the door behind himself]

It's not one of my favorite operas.

[Translation: Yes.

He gives her a half-smile, and nods at the dress. It's different than he'd imagine Irene Adler would wear, but she's not Irene Adler anymore. He understands the need for a disguise. How deep did the disguise go for her, though? Not important, he reminds himself.]

Hiding in the public eye is a dangerous plan.

[whatyoulike]

[Not one of his favorites and yet he came, a compliment in and of itself.

She sits on one of the dressing stools, sweeping the hem of her dress back so it doesn't tangle round her legs. Her movements are as elegant as ever, though there is a certain flair to them now, an element of the diva.]

That's exactly what makes it appealing. The quiet life doesn't work for me.

[Maybe this is touching the stove once you've already been burned, but she misses it too much. Power. Influence. Control. If she learned anything from her months on the run it's that she doesn't know how to live otherwise.]

[the_new_sexy]

Doesn't it? I've found it to be nothing but interesting.

[he begins to pace her room, hands behind his back as he looks around her little room. Oh, there are a lot of new things about this room, just as there are new things about the Woman herself, but there are little pieces of her throughout every disguise. He gives a little half-smile at the reminders that she is still her.]

Being dead in Dublin was the most interesting by far, I think.

[whatyoulike]

[Oh, you can learn a lot from people while keeping a low profile, it's true. But sooner or later that information begs to be put to use.]

And what does a dead man do in Dublin? [That sounds almost like a riddle and she smiles at the thought.]

[the_new_sexy]

[Deadpan.] Stops the murder of two princes and discovers where Irene Adler has been hiding.

Or, as it is, not hiding.

[whatyoulike]

[No, not Irene, she thinks. That woman is dead and buried. As much as she'd like to be, she can't be her.

Though...that's not quite true, is it? A disguise is a self-portrait and, as good as she is with disguises, there are parts of herself she will never be rid of.

So instead of correcting him,] I won't ask which was more fun.

[the_new_sexy]

Saving the princes did involve a few disguises that were even more uncomfortable than this one.

[and with that, he'll undo his bowtie, which has been bothering him.]

[whatyoulike]

[Aw, she liked that bowtie.] Were they as sexy as this one?

[She's only half-serious, though it is quite the dashing get-up. She just likes applying the word 'sexy' to Sherlock Holmes.]

[the_new_sexy]

[He raises an eyebrow at that.]

My brother makes a better ginger than I do.

[whatyoulike]

['tsk,' amused] Oh, but I wouldn't have him in my dressing room for all the Queen's horses.

[the_new_sexy]

He wouldn't be. Too many stairs.

[whatyoulike]

[The sound she makes is somewhere between a snort and a laugh, entirely too undignified for either persona.]

A shame I can't deter everyone so easily.

[the_new_sexy]

[That noise causes Sherlock to give her an honest smile, albeit a brief one. He does so enjoy mocking his brother when he can.]

[But then there's some seriousness] Others have been by?

[whatyoulike]

Not yet, but it's only a matter of time. [She's well aware of what a dangerous game she's playing, how precarious her position is. She intends to be ready for them.]

[the_new_sexy]

Moriarty's men?

[whatyoulike]

[Slight nod, acknowledging.]

They're sharper than most. And they can't be thrilled with me.

[the_new_sexy]

Can't wait to meet them.

I'm taking down his web. One strand at a time.