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Culloch applauds. "Not bad."

Zeno shielded his eyes from the falling chunks of fruit, watching along in awe. From there, he applauded alongside Culloch, his claps low and slow, but as his confidence grew, the claps were more intense. At their peak, the claps were accompanied by the sounds of metal clanging against each other. When things got a bit too noisy, he settled down with an approving nod.

Silken gives a joyful laugh and claps gently, careful around the metal claws on her right hand as fruity fragments and juice slides off her clothes. Not a mark or stain, thankfully, not that it would have stopped her from enjoying the show regardless.

Gabriela's lips turned down in an expression that seemed to say, "Hey, not bad, not bad at all" as she watched the spear do fruit targeting. Drat, were those the security droids again? She waved at them to buzz off as subtly as she could. "Bravo!" she cheers, grinning at the fruit chunks all around her, then makes her way to the front to take Kolt's hand and encourage him into a bow. "Let's hear it one more time for Kolt and Cryostryker! And now, please welcome Yll'r to the stage."

Jadi finally let a smile cross her lips just before walking away from the time traveler. Beneath her petite but gruff figure, she had a sense of humor. She even let a single laugh escape as she walked away to see the talent show. “Best of luck, weary traveler”, she said as she made her way through the archway.

It wasn’t long until she found herself amongst the crowd of onlookers at the talent show. She clapped for Kolt as he and his lance made their way on stage. She tried grabbing a piece of fruit moments later, after the lance she’d met cut it in midair.

She applauded again as the crowd did so.

Her lips twitched into a grin. Perhaps the performance hadn't been as dull as Dionophe had anticipated, for it had kept her rather entertained. Amused, not so much, but entertained. Though that hadn't meant the show wasn't of good quality---it simply meant she was rather hard to please.

She glimpsed between the figures she could see, eyes scanning for the one called to the stage. Without luck, she believed to find them. They were unlike many people she had seen before, and perhaps that fact alone had raised her hopes for their performance.

Thankful that only one person heard and took notice to the noise, she nodded sheepishly and looked at the drink in her hand. No thank you.

She heard a voice behind her chair, but didn't pay too much attention to it. The lady who shouted about the talent competition before was now on the stage, introducing the first act.

She clapped politely, impressed, but a bit disgusted she now had fruit chunks all over her gown. Maybe sitting in the first row wasn't the best idea.
But someone else stepped on the stage, and Olivabeth set her drink down under her chair.

Kolt gave a grin at their applause, bowing at her prompting before giving a friendly nod to Gabriela, exiting the stage and heading for the seats himself, excited to watch the rest of the acts. Cryostryker, apparently spotting Jadi in the crowd, gave her a little bob of greeting before floating down next to her master, spinning by way of a bow.

Heading toward the main crowd, Kolt decided to take the seat next to Zeno--he had to admit, the from what little he had seen of him, he found him quite interesting. A mix of creature and machine? Strange as it was, it was almost unheard of on his homeworld.

"Hey--sorry again about earlier." he said, by way of a greeting. "The name's Kolt--though I guess that was just announced to the whole room." he said, with a laugh.

Zeno moved his tail away from Kolt's chair. "Not a problem. Happens to the best of us. Besides, as long as nobody was hurt, I see no issue."

He offered one of his clawed hands to shake. "I go by Zeno. Great to meet you, by the way. Your performance was quite impressive!

Maverick slipped into the audience unseen, following Silken after they'd made up their minds to watch from a better seat. He brushed off, and then took an empty seat beside her and gave a playful grin, stashing away his cards once more with a finger pressed to his lips.

Turning his attention to the stage, he awaited the next act with anticipation. He was a bit of a performer himself, but for once, he thought it might be nice just to watch the show. Besides, he was not about to abandon a woman he just met, and he could easily show off for Silken later if needs be.

Seeing others applaud and not understanding the sound element of it, Yll'r opted to mimic the others in this bizarre ritual that was not really much odder than their understanding of the consumption of punch. Naturally, their tentacles did not have the weight to them to produce much sound. The moment their name was called, however, Yll'r shot up into the air like a torpedo, did an arching dive over the rest of the audience and swooped to hover over the stage, ending the entrance with a downward 180 degree curve, twisting back upright and spreading their tentacles out in an 11-pointed star.

Yll'r opted not to speak, not really having the words to introduce themselves. They started slow, swooping down and then arching back into the air, beginning to fly in a circular pattern, almost perfectly matching each revolution with the next. Faster and faster they went. Faster until they became a blur. And whilst they did not pick up enough speed to create a solid circle of motion, it was still enough that one could still see the circle shape on account of memory. They could, of course, probably go fast enough, but they would not be able to do the next part at such high speeds.

Without warning, Yll'r's path suddenly shifted. Now, they were moving in a figure of 8. Still almost perfectly matching past revolutions. The figure of 8 remained for a couple of seconds, then grew into a 3-leaf clover shape. Then a 4-leaf clover. Then a 5-pointed star - and perhaps the pointed aspect of that was the most impressive, given they appeared not to lose speed, and were still going fast enough for the mind's eye to still vaguely see the whole shape.

Then without warning came the next change. Yll'r began to produce ever-shifting light waves from the green lump on the top of their head, the hue dancing through the rainbow spectrum. That organ after all was what processed sensory information, whilst also being used to create it. The presence of the light, which Yll'r pointed toward the crowd only added to the dim outline of the shape they were tracing, until they swerved toward the back of the stage, and just before the shape disappeared from the mind's eye of the audience, Yll'r flew through the centre toward the crowd.

The llaa-synn for a moment seemed as though it was going to collide with the others, but stopped just short of the front row, tentacles spread out in all directions once again. Then slowly, the tentacles curled forward to surround the head like petals on a flower, and the light faded.

Then slowly, the tentacles unfolded and returned to their natural position behind Yll'r's head. "Well...?" the llaa-synn asked. "How did i do...?"

Gabriela found herself laughing with delight as she watched the llaa-synn get what appeared to be the alien zoomies -- and quite impressive zoomies at that. "Beautifully!" She cheered back to Yll'r's question, shaking her head in wonderment. She'd met more aliens over the course of this one day than she had in the entirety of her previous life. Would this be how it always was, going forward? She found herself hoping so. "Let's hear it for our second contestant, Yll'r!" She waited for the cheering to die down before looking around. "We have time for one more performer... would anyone else like to come up to the stage and wow us with their skills?"

She sat in awe, her jaw dropped, stunned with the being in front of her. It wasn't human, but whatever it was, it was amazing. She jumped back when it almost hit her, and softly smiled at it, or what she assumed was its equivalent to eyeballs.
When it asked how it did, and applause sounded through the crowd, she whispered quietly, not loud enough for anyone else to hear her.
"Wonderful."

Needless to say, Zeno was utterly fascinated. Who knew that you could take something many could do, such as move at incredibly high speeds, and turn it into something so mesmerizing to look at?

He applauded once more, once again loud. He wanted Yll'r to hear it. "Well done. Well done!"

"Thanks." he said with a grin, reaching out to shake one of the creature's hands without hesitation. "I've been waiting to use that one for a while. Sorry, we," he corrected, feeling the presence of the hovering lance by his shoulder again. "This is Cryostryker, my trusty companion. Cryostryker, meet Zeno."

The spear bobbed up in down in greeting, blinking it's lights toward Zeno in a friendly way.

It wasn't long before the next act was called, and Kolt watched as Yll'r became a blur of motion, going fast enough to make several different solid shapes in the air. Wow... while he didn't dare admit it to Cryostryker, he thought it might of been better than their act. He clapped loudly, only stopping when the noise from the rest of the crowd began to die down.

Perfect.

Dionophe had expected nothing less than perfect, and that is exactly what she had received. The devious grin that had toyed with her expression beforehand was visible now, baring her rather daunting fangs from pleasure. Though she had met a handful of alien and alien-like creatures for decades, being one herself, she had never encountered one of such astonishment nor creativity. With no desire to put her drink down, she simply snapped her fingers as a stand-in applaud. It would have to do for the time being.

When the crowds' cheers began to settle, she once again found herself studying the hostess, who seemed to be calling on one more performer. Dionophe looked to the room, next. Not many seemed to rise at this occasion. Her brows tethered together. Shame. She would have enjoyed seeing at least one more act, though she wasn't sure something could really be as enticing as the alien's.

Then, with a sudden realization, she popped up. "Ah. I'll do it. I'll perform."