She enters the barracks having been stripped of her weapons and takes a look around for a good place to set up. Once she picked her spot she got changed into some slinky lingerie for the private performance.
With the harmonium gathered she goes into a routine of a few songs that she has sung over the last few days in Sigil knowing they haven't attended her performances. Her manner of dealing with them is falsely polite, as she attempts to curry their favor. Some of the routines have dance in them, others use a drum to accompany the song.
((See following post for more details.))
Gwen performs for the Harmonium
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*Knightoftheradish
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((The songs as sung by Gwendolyn Arris))
*****
Crossed by stars and bound by fate;
Forever young and devoid of hate.
Trickle lament into craven doubt;
Insecurity rose deep in infamyÂ’s tout.
Cackle vultures of want and desire;
Throw facets of innocence into the pyre.
Burning eternally is the wick of hope;
A perpetual brace with which to cope.
Day breaks in flourished bloom;
Light chasing back drab and gloom.
Out the window on the horizon lay;
A prolific juncture without intent to stay.
Enamored by the cinders of what remains;
Believing is our rote against the chains.
*****
Enter slowly, from the door;
Come before me, whom I abhor.
Dreams of faintly painted pains;
Leaves my spirit empty and drained.
Forlorn deeds from serpentÂ’s breath;
Bring my soul to a place beyond death.
From there I wake to a host of dreams;
Real though haunting, they arenÂ’t what they seem.
In this place of shadows forsaken;
My life isnÂ’t gone but my sanity taken.
*****
Until the dawn upon we wakeÂ…
A heart ablaze of sulfurous scarsÂ…
Inside I longed with weary acheÂ…
But still my eyes shone to the stars.
Then gazed about in teary plightÂ…
I turn to find myself and sayÂ…
‘Release me on this longest night.’
A painful reversal to the day.
Dreams while awokenÂ…
There lay before me ghosts of the pastÂ…
Nightmares unspokenÂ…
Reality twisted, crumbling fast.
Sometimes we hide from knowing.
To faded memories owing.
*****
One well traveled word pushes past the next;
With literary abandon that leaves me vexxed.
Not one of them describes what's within my soul;
The empty space in my bed takes its toll.
I write poems to you on this longest night.
Things that should be said by candlelight.
With a glass of wine and glazed over stares.
I long to caress your cheek in softest cares.
Which verse will touch you in my stead?
Me the butter spread by knife on you my bread.
It's not you but the tool that cuts me deep.
The weapon known as love steals my sleep.
I write poems to you on this longest night.
Things that should be said by candlelight.
With a glass of wine and glazed over stares.
I long to caress your cheek in softest cares.
Your scent gone from our blanket but I remember still...
Of the wool I breathe and of you my memory does fill.
*****
The lines drawn across my axioms of faith and falter I do.
Weak enough to forsake myself, it was just to see you.
One drink further into a bottle that holds my dark desires.
My body cries for mutiny, setting to rest close against company of liars.
Cherish the scars, they're all I have now. My keepsake, my thorn, my maxim, my tao. A pyre in my heart but the flames have died, cinders remain as legacy of my cries.
Hold fast to dignity that slips away.
I say what my mind needs to hear but I know who I am at the end of the day.
No shackles, no chains but I've never felt so bound.
Requiem for my pride that rests soundly in the ground.
Cherish the scars, they're all I have now. My keepsake, my thorn, my maxim, my tao. A pyre in my heart but the flames have died, cinders remain as legacies of my cries.
Oh what grace given to me I call to bear.
The once placid reflection in a pond offers only a glare.
I never meant to get lost in such a place;
the facets of my mind trapped as empty space.
Once and for all and all for once....
Fade my keepsake, embrace my thorn, rescind my maxims, but forever my tao.
*****
Crossed by stars and bound by fate;
Forever young and devoid of hate.
Trickle lament into craven doubt;
Insecurity rose deep in infamyÂ’s tout.
Cackle vultures of want and desire;
Throw facets of innocence into the pyre.
Burning eternally is the wick of hope;
A perpetual brace with which to cope.
Day breaks in flourished bloom;
Light chasing back drab and gloom.
Out the window on the horizon lay;
A prolific juncture without intent to stay.
Enamored by the cinders of what remains;
Believing is our rote against the chains.
*****
Enter slowly, from the door;
Come before me, whom I abhor.
Dreams of faintly painted pains;
Leaves my spirit empty and drained.
Forlorn deeds from serpentÂ’s breath;
Bring my soul to a place beyond death.
From there I wake to a host of dreams;
Real though haunting, they arenÂ’t what they seem.
In this place of shadows forsaken;
My life isnÂ’t gone but my sanity taken.
*****
Until the dawn upon we wakeÂ…
A heart ablaze of sulfurous scarsÂ…
Inside I longed with weary acheÂ…
But still my eyes shone to the stars.
Then gazed about in teary plightÂ…
I turn to find myself and sayÂ…
‘Release me on this longest night.’
A painful reversal to the day.
Dreams while awokenÂ…
There lay before me ghosts of the pastÂ…
Nightmares unspokenÂ…
Reality twisted, crumbling fast.
Sometimes we hide from knowing.
To faded memories owing.
*****
One well traveled word pushes past the next;
With literary abandon that leaves me vexxed.
Not one of them describes what's within my soul;
The empty space in my bed takes its toll.
I write poems to you on this longest night.
Things that should be said by candlelight.
With a glass of wine and glazed over stares.
I long to caress your cheek in softest cares.
Which verse will touch you in my stead?
Me the butter spread by knife on you my bread.
It's not you but the tool that cuts me deep.
The weapon known as love steals my sleep.
I write poems to you on this longest night.
Things that should be said by candlelight.
With a glass of wine and glazed over stares.
I long to caress your cheek in softest cares.
Your scent gone from our blanket but I remember still...
Of the wool I breathe and of you my memory does fill.
*****
The lines drawn across my axioms of faith and falter I do.
Weak enough to forsake myself, it was just to see you.
One drink further into a bottle that holds my dark desires.
My body cries for mutiny, setting to rest close against company of liars.
Cherish the scars, they're all I have now. My keepsake, my thorn, my maxim, my tao. A pyre in my heart but the flames have died, cinders remain as legacy of my cries.
Hold fast to dignity that slips away.
I say what my mind needs to hear but I know who I am at the end of the day.
No shackles, no chains but I've never felt so bound.
Requiem for my pride that rests soundly in the ground.
Cherish the scars, they're all I have now. My keepsake, my thorn, my maxim, my tao. A pyre in my heart but the flames have died, cinders remain as legacies of my cries.
Oh what grace given to me I call to bear.
The once placid reflection in a pond offers only a glare.
I never meant to get lost in such a place;
the facets of my mind trapped as empty space.
Once and for all and all for once....
Fade my keepsake, embrace my thorn, rescind my maxims, but forever my tao.
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*Knightoftheradish
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After the show Gwen offers to stay and socialize over a drink where if allowed she'll get to know the guards by name. She puts on her charming face and flirts a little, though not enough to leave the impression she's interested in any of them romantically.
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*Mr_Otyugh
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The Harmonium organizes into one of their lecture rooms where Factol Sarin keeps speech to new recruits, also where Measures and Movers occasionally handle theory parts of Harmonium membership. The Harmonium members appears to be dividing based on their ranks at the Faction, higher ranks closer and lower rank farther away of the "stage". A few assigned female Harmonium guards showed her around the Barracks to her "stage" and never truly left her out of the sight.
Majority of the Hardheads attending appear to be male, though a few females can be seen here and there too. Crowd seems rather disturbingly organized in very similar colors all over, although no one except the doorguards are having helmet or armor on.
The Harmonium invites her to the stage very formally and disciplined manner, though still polite enough, Namers in the seats behind Movers and Measures were far more relaxed and enjoying it. Thundering clapping sounds could be heard after each song, louder after each passing song someone with keen ear could notice as well. After last song a few whistles could also be heard from the back of the Stage, only the higher rank Movers truly remained relatively stone faced throughout the singing.
After the singing was over, majority of the Hardheads were immediatelly assigned to go back to their duty, but some of the off-duty Harmonium members remained to the after party. Some of the Hardheads also clearly were taken by her flirting, but there was also those that shrugged her off, be it because of their taste, being in relationship already or just due to their gender preference.
Majority of the Hardheads attending appear to be male, though a few females can be seen here and there too. Crowd seems rather disturbingly organized in very similar colors all over, although no one except the doorguards are having helmet or armor on.
The Harmonium invites her to the stage very formally and disciplined manner, though still polite enough, Namers in the seats behind Movers and Measures were far more relaxed and enjoying it. Thundering clapping sounds could be heard after each song, louder after each passing song someone with keen ear could notice as well. After last song a few whistles could also be heard from the back of the Stage, only the higher rank Movers truly remained relatively stone faced throughout the singing.
After the singing was over, majority of the Hardheads were immediatelly assigned to go back to their duty, but some of the off-duty Harmonium members remained to the after party. Some of the Hardheads also clearly were taken by her flirting, but there was also those that shrugged her off, be it because of their taste, being in relationship already or just due to their gender preference.
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*Mr_Otyugh
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Cratten was participating to it and was with rest fo the Namers in the background, clapping a bit more relaxed than rest of the Hardheads around after songs ended. Thinking to himself...
Aah this would've been better if I could've brought a guest with me...
... once the singing ended, he intended to join Gwendolyn to discuss of her singing, but a Harmonium Measure came to him and tasked him to return back to duty in patrolling the Guild and Market Ward... Cratten once more thought to himself...
Sodding perfect, I get to stand hours without any real work again...
...but left to do his duty none the less, waving his hand towards Gwendolyn from distance when leaving.
Aah this would've been better if I could've brought a guest with me...
... once the singing ended, he intended to join Gwendolyn to discuss of her singing, but a Harmonium Measure came to him and tasked him to return back to duty in patrolling the Guild and Market Ward... Cratten once more thought to himself...
Sodding perfect, I get to stand hours without any real work again...
...but left to do his duty none the less, waving his hand towards Gwendolyn from distance when leaving.