Post by Burgundy on Aug 6, 2021 20:49:27 GMT -5
The vibes over the glamor-soaked island of Mirrorball were extra hot today. The flames of hot-blooded passion filled the air, as the sign-ups for the 'Mirror Ball Grand Prix' were presently underway. The Mirror Ball Grand Prix was a was a biennial celebration of the funkiest and freshest entertainment which could be offered, a concert-slash-sport festival of sorts.
There were separate signups, of course, for the musical side of it, and what was referred to as the 'Gladiator' side. Apparently this year's sports were themed as 'Funk Knights' with no further information given. People who 'jived' with theme were encouraged to 'give it a shake and maybe a whirl'.
However, this was not the business that brought a certain feather-capped swordsman to the East Blue. No, he'd have rather skipped this stop altogether, however, a storm cell blew overhead and whipped his dinghy until it made a dreadful noise. Thus, this former knight-to-be found himself awash onto the funky-fresh island with a busted boat. Thankfully, he had enough funds stashed away to get some repairs done or even a new dinghy if he needed one.
The repair man by the coast said he'd need around a day or so to fix it up, and then shoo'd the swordsman away so he might get to work. This left him stranded here, with nothing particularly productive to do. He'd genuinely had no interest in sightseeing here, not while his sister was somewhere nearby, in this very blue, waiting to be rescued.
Nonetheless, he had no choice but to wander about until the repairs were finished. It was on these wanderings, through the funk-tastic background music that pervaded the island on a level which only he could hear, perhaps alongside whatever animals lived around, that he discovered the Mirror Ball Grand Prix sign-up booth. While he might have ignored it, perhaps to find a tavern, he was called upon by-hat and by-blade to at least give it a look: "Hey you! With the macaroni and the toothpick on ya hip! Think you're funky enough ta take the gold?"
They couldn't have possibly known he was a genuine knight-trained warrior of the sea, but they might have guessed that he knew his way around a sword. "What's this then?" he asked curtly, as he approached.
"Oh nothin' much... Just the chance of a lifetime! Got some jams to crank? Or maybe some funky-fresh hands to trade? The Mirror Ball Grand Prix is takin' all comers, and with this year's theme, I think you'll jive just fine."
"This year's theme? If it has anything to do with this upbeat racket, I'm not sure I have the... talent?"
"Nah, I didn't take ya for a musician. But perhaps you'd be interested in testing ya 'Funk Knight' chops as a Gladiator?"
"...'Funk Knight'? -sigh- What childish tomfoolery is this?"
"Just a theme, yo. If you wanna give a shake, all I need's a name on this line."
".....Will there be a bar?"
There were separate signups, of course, for the musical side of it, and what was referred to as the 'Gladiator' side. Apparently this year's sports were themed as 'Funk Knights' with no further information given. People who 'jived' with theme were encouraged to 'give it a shake and maybe a whirl'.
However, this was not the business that brought a certain feather-capped swordsman to the East Blue. No, he'd have rather skipped this stop altogether, however, a storm cell blew overhead and whipped his dinghy until it made a dreadful noise. Thus, this former knight-to-be found himself awash onto the funky-fresh island with a busted boat. Thankfully, he had enough funds stashed away to get some repairs done or even a new dinghy if he needed one.
The repair man by the coast said he'd need around a day or so to fix it up, and then shoo'd the swordsman away so he might get to work. This left him stranded here, with nothing particularly productive to do. He'd genuinely had no interest in sightseeing here, not while his sister was somewhere nearby, in this very blue, waiting to be rescued.
Nonetheless, he had no choice but to wander about until the repairs were finished. It was on these wanderings, through the funk-tastic background music that pervaded the island on a level which only he could hear, perhaps alongside whatever animals lived around, that he discovered the Mirror Ball Grand Prix sign-up booth. While he might have ignored it, perhaps to find a tavern, he was called upon by-hat and by-blade to at least give it a look: "Hey you! With the macaroni and the toothpick on ya hip! Think you're funky enough ta take the gold?"
They couldn't have possibly known he was a genuine knight-trained warrior of the sea, but they might have guessed that he knew his way around a sword. "What's this then?" he asked curtly, as he approached.
"Oh nothin' much... Just the chance of a lifetime! Got some jams to crank? Or maybe some funky-fresh hands to trade? The Mirror Ball Grand Prix is takin' all comers, and with this year's theme, I think you'll jive just fine."
"This year's theme? If it has anything to do with this upbeat racket, I'm not sure I have the... talent?"
"Nah, I didn't take ya for a musician. But perhaps you'd be interested in testing ya 'Funk Knight' chops as a Gladiator?"
"...'Funk Knight'? -sigh- What childish tomfoolery is this?"
"Just a theme, yo. If you wanna give a shake, all I need's a name on this line."
".....Will there be a bar?"