outmoded charade -- event 1: constellation search/storytelling contest

[– 2D]

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2D had never really been much of an academic type. Even in the days before numerous head injuries and not so helpful addictions, the serval had never been the one at the head of the pack when it came to brains. He still struggled quite a bit with trying to read, and remembering most of the things that were taught to him that weren't hunting or basic survival was now very difficult. He often felt terrible about the things that he ended up forgetting, but he supposed that it was just sort of a fact of his life now. Needless to say, however, 2D had never learned about the stars or the constellations – or if he had, the singer could no longer remember even a speck of the information he had been given. As a result of this, when he ended up taking a seat beside Caesar for this particular event, he found himself utterly fascinated by what Rin was going to speak about. Compared to the deadpan, bored, and almost emotionless expression that existed on the yellow feline'a face, 2D had practically all of his amazed emotions written right on his face. His pure black eyes were wide with amazement, and he even clapped his paws together a bit when Rin reached the end of her story.

When Rin introduced the notion of the storytelling, the lanky feline found himself utterly fascinated. After all, he had done songwriting with Murdoc in the past, and songwriting was a bit like storytelling, right? You were just telling your stories in a different form. Hopefully, he would be able to tell a story in a more straightforward way, without the use of music. Raising one of his dark paws up in the air, the serval said eagerly, "Oh, me! I c'n tell a story!" He knew absolutely nothing about the actual story of Orion, but he figured he could come up with something entertaining enough. After all, all of the stories of the stars had just been made up at some point, right? With newfound confidence, 2D began his tale proudly, "Orion is an, uh... a livin' plant. Oh, well, I s'pose all plants're livin', but Orion is a special one! Was a special one. 'Cause he can talk, 'n" interact with folks! When he wuz first grown, Orion was awful lonely, since nobody ever came up t'talk t'im. But fen one day an adventurer came up 'n' discovered 'im, and soon people from all over were comin' t'see fis talkin' plant! But eventually the popularity came t'be too much, and Orion ended up gettin' so trampled he passed on. Th'people who trampled 'im felt so horrible fat fey decided t'make 'im part of th'stars, where 'e could always be popular, wifout 'avin' t'ever worry about gettin' trampled again." The story wasn't even remotely similar to the actual story behind the Orion constellation, but 2D seemed rather proud of himself, beaming at his captive audience with a broad grin that showed off his missing teeth. Once he was done, he pointed upwards at the stars, saying softly, "Fe next person t'go can tell a story about... uh... Aquila." 2D could remember hearing that name around camp, when others had been speaking about this event ahead of time.

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