Ma-tek
24-11-2005, 02:00
WHENEVER Tialli felt the warmth of the sun on her flesh she felt the need to stretch. It was an urge that had it's roots in her childhood, when the sun had been a welcome end to the day; her family had lived in one of the first 'burrows', as they had been called back then, in Turath. The burrows had been minorly controversial, since many saw them as traditionally Nenyar-only constructions - indeed, Humans had had no idea how to build them anywhere near as vastly as the Nenyar. Back then, at any rate.
But Tialli could not stretch today. Today she was rather busy.
Or, rather, she was busy by extension to her inferiors.
"Heft it, you moron," she yelled at the extremely muscular young man who was attempting to haul her luggage onto the Fancy. She had acquired him a few years earlier; he'd stuck close by her side ever since...
Well. Best not to go over old events too carefully.
She smiled, shielding her face from the sky. The idiot-boy was anything but, although she enjoyed infuriating him so. It made him more passionate later.
The smile turned rueful; sometimes that backfired. Usually that resulted in him being vacant from her side for some time - the longest had been three weeks, and she had been apoplectic when he returned. That had, in fact, been the last time, now she thought on it...
Sexual escapades aside, Tialli was always busy. At least mentally. Her new album was released a week ago, of course, and with her growing popularity amongst the youth of the Commonality (she had always enjoyed a grand popularity amongst middle-aged men and women, although these didn't admit it quite so often - sales statistics, however, did not lie; and electronic money made sales statistics very thorough indeed), this naturally meant a calendar full of a variety of interviews...
Not to mention gigs.
However, technology could lend a hand in both departments. Not many outside her entourage knew it, but she often didn't bother to actually turn up; she had an excellent model from Rivette - which had other, far more intriguing private uses - which could quite easily convince her adoring fans that they were indeed standing but a hundred yards from their idol.
Tialli was the hottest entertainment commodity in the Commonality, and she knew it. Two billion people had heard of her, minimum, but this didn't impact her ego in the slightest.
It had always been large enough to displace a small galaxy.
Today, however, she was beginning the first part of a major push suggested publically by her manageress (who was, in fact, her - not that her public needed to know that the sweetly inane Tialli who appeared on stage was really intelligent enough to actually think for herself) in a Nenya Today article.
The only major problem with this was that she had nowhere to actually go.
However, appearances counted. Most of the Commonality paid very little attention to the outside world, since it largely contained misery, death, war, poverty, and disease. The first of those was indeed still very common in Iluvauromen, and the second common amongst the mortal species - the Tharash and the Humans - but war, poverty, and disease?
Well, war. That was something else, wasn't it. She still remembered with crystal clarity the tidal wave which had destroyed her yacht. She hadn't been on the yacht, of course, and the tidal wave wasn't so much tidal as it was... something else. The Enemy had, in an act of infinite spite, dropped a mortally damaged orbital battlestation into the Bay of Turath ('landed', some of the e-zines had actually had the gall to call it at the time), and wipe out fifty million people almost in the blink of an eye. Turath's defences against the sea had wisely been improved since then, but her yacht was still quite smashed.
It made her angry just to think of it.
"Bastards," she muttered softly. She couldn't be too loud; one never knew, in a public place like this, who could be listening from a distance.
As it happened, someone was...
[OOC: I need a country for the 'lovely' Tialli to visit, for one. Any takers? :)
Secondly, for those who are bemused at the title, it means 'misty dawn' in ancient Greek. It might mean it in modern Greek also, but I'm not sure. And the word order could be wrong. Sorry if it is. :)
I should also say that this really has nothing to do with music. The fact Tialli is a musician (coughinamannerofspeakingcough) is simple backdrop. If you don't want to participate without having a clue what this is about, drop me a telegram. :)]
But Tialli could not stretch today. Today she was rather busy.
Or, rather, she was busy by extension to her inferiors.
"Heft it, you moron," she yelled at the extremely muscular young man who was attempting to haul her luggage onto the Fancy. She had acquired him a few years earlier; he'd stuck close by her side ever since...
Well. Best not to go over old events too carefully.
She smiled, shielding her face from the sky. The idiot-boy was anything but, although she enjoyed infuriating him so. It made him more passionate later.
The smile turned rueful; sometimes that backfired. Usually that resulted in him being vacant from her side for some time - the longest had been three weeks, and she had been apoplectic when he returned. That had, in fact, been the last time, now she thought on it...
Sexual escapades aside, Tialli was always busy. At least mentally. Her new album was released a week ago, of course, and with her growing popularity amongst the youth of the Commonality (she had always enjoyed a grand popularity amongst middle-aged men and women, although these didn't admit it quite so often - sales statistics, however, did not lie; and electronic money made sales statistics very thorough indeed), this naturally meant a calendar full of a variety of interviews...
Not to mention gigs.
However, technology could lend a hand in both departments. Not many outside her entourage knew it, but she often didn't bother to actually turn up; she had an excellent model from Rivette - which had other, far more intriguing private uses - which could quite easily convince her adoring fans that they were indeed standing but a hundred yards from their idol.
Tialli was the hottest entertainment commodity in the Commonality, and she knew it. Two billion people had heard of her, minimum, but this didn't impact her ego in the slightest.
It had always been large enough to displace a small galaxy.
Today, however, she was beginning the first part of a major push suggested publically by her manageress (who was, in fact, her - not that her public needed to know that the sweetly inane Tialli who appeared on stage was really intelligent enough to actually think for herself) in a Nenya Today article.
The only major problem with this was that she had nowhere to actually go.
However, appearances counted. Most of the Commonality paid very little attention to the outside world, since it largely contained misery, death, war, poverty, and disease. The first of those was indeed still very common in Iluvauromen, and the second common amongst the mortal species - the Tharash and the Humans - but war, poverty, and disease?
Well, war. That was something else, wasn't it. She still remembered with crystal clarity the tidal wave which had destroyed her yacht. She hadn't been on the yacht, of course, and the tidal wave wasn't so much tidal as it was... something else. The Enemy had, in an act of infinite spite, dropped a mortally damaged orbital battlestation into the Bay of Turath ('landed', some of the e-zines had actually had the gall to call it at the time), and wipe out fifty million people almost in the blink of an eye. Turath's defences against the sea had wisely been improved since then, but her yacht was still quite smashed.
It made her angry just to think of it.
"Bastards," she muttered softly. She couldn't be too loud; one never knew, in a public place like this, who could be listening from a distance.
As it happened, someone was...
[OOC: I need a country for the 'lovely' Tialli to visit, for one. Any takers? :)
Secondly, for those who are bemused at the title, it means 'misty dawn' in ancient Greek. It might mean it in modern Greek also, but I'm not sure. And the word order could be wrong. Sorry if it is. :)
I should also say that this really has nothing to do with music. The fact Tialli is a musician (coughinamannerofspeakingcough) is simple backdrop. If you don't want to participate without having a clue what this is about, drop me a telegram. :)]