[ the city's alive, bursting at the seams with joy and fervor. in the strangest of ways, he's comforted by all of the bustle -- it's an apt distraction from reality.
he doesn't quite remember how he's gotten here either; probably some stupid spur decision he made. but the woman beside him is clearly tense with anxiety, and he realizes then in that moment that she's a new face entirely. clad in a stark white suit, hair slicked back, sha-ming leans in to respond in a whisper: ]
Lemme be real with you... I never know a damn thing that's going on in this city. Shit's crazy. Just go along with it, 'mmkay? I'll start us off.
[ and then he clears his throat before speaking into the mic; his voice reverberates against the walls and goddamn, does he hate that. ]
Hey guys. Hope you didn't pay too much for those tickets cause honestly, I got nothin' to give!
[ the audience wheezes out a soft laugh. alright, good start. ]
Who's ready for Aldrip's first ever comedy show!?
[ a trombone in the background sounds, paired with a badum tshhh. applause erupts in response. ]
Alright, lemme give you some background. Normally, I'd just spew a bunch of bullshit, but I got sentenced earlier this month... ME! Can you believe it? I look like an upstanding guy, right? Your average Joe Schmo'. [ another chorus of laughter. ] Yeah, yeah, laugh it up losers, but you know... it ain't funny! They told me I gotta be more honest now, so like, okay, we're all gonna be pals after today! And be nice to my friend right here, if you're mean to her I'm gonna throw this mic at someone! And I got good aim too so I could probably take out a whole eye!
[ the laughter only increases in volume. with a wolfish grin, he bows to the woman before him. ]
Alright missus, hit us with the funniest thing that's ever happened to ya. No incorrect answers!
[ it's not like she hasn't stumbled into her share of crazy. midgar itself had been primed for the biggest absurdities, especially whenever she crossed over from sector 7 into 6, where wall market's bustle for entertainment had forced her to play along into some of the more embarrassing and even grotesque scenarios. maybe being torn in front of an audience isn't as terrible as being personally judged by don corneo's heinous tastes, but it's still unnerving when she doesn't know how she got herself here in the first place.
the man's attempt at reassurance only goes so far, not quite easing the urges to simply run off the stage in this very moment, especially when not seeing any familiar faces within visual distance is making her start to worry about her friends alongside her own predicament. ]
Huh? [ she finally reacts at the mention of "comedy show" since ... wait, she's not supposed to actually participate in this, is she?
at the very least, his egging on the audience seems to keeps them entertained, even if tifa herself hasn't found the urge to laugh, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress at her hips, trying to glance off the stage to see if she could find an opening for an exist. he's keeping them distracted enough and he seems more of a natural for this than she'd ever be —
at least until he brings the attention back to her. ]
What — me? [ she blinks, as ruby eyes catch past the lights to see the way all eyes seem to suddenly zoom in on her, silence striking the air save for a man in the back briefly coughing as they await her story. ] Oh, I'm ...
[ think, tifa, think. ]
So, um, this one time I stepped into a bar and I hear someone say, "Your hair looks amazing. Did you style it yourself?" But when I looked around, there wasn't anyone there. About a minute later, I heard someone else, they said, "I love your style. It's like a model walked in." And again, there wasn't anyone around. [ the silence remains, as if everyone seems to be waiting for her to get to the point, so she takes a breath and continues, ] So, finally, I just look to the bartender and I asked if she heard that, and the bartender says, "It's the peanuts. They're complimentary."
[ no, not a real story that happened to her, but one of the many jokes she, as a bartender herself, has heard from across the bar, so she gives an awkward smile, waiting for the reaction — until the audience finally blurts out into easy loud laughter. ]
[ he waits patiently for the punchline — this one didn’t seem to be much of a joker, and that was fine; not everyone was equipped for the lifestyle of a court jester. but for the meantime, he intends on making a fulltime career of hyping her up, so his eyes are attentive, the smile on his face having yet to falter.
and then she gets to the punchline, and you know, it’s an innocuous joke, something you’d pawn off someone else and keep for later in case you needed a light chuckle. but he makes a whole show of it and busts out into a fit of laughter alongside the audience. the trombone sounds once more and the joke is punctuated with another rattle of the drum. ]
Peanuts. Peanuts! That’s good! Damn, she’s funny, right? [ he questions the audience. and then more gravely: ] Right?
[ applause, cheer, low whistles all around. ]
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. [ another grin, his sharpened canines poking out. ] Okay, okay, here’s mine.
So yanno what I said about my sentencing? And how it’s makin’ me be more honest? Okay, well, I’m gonna take you guys back to my childhood. So like… monkeys. We all know ‘em, right? Thing is, I grew up around ‘em. And they weren’t normal monkeys, they were super smart. Smarter than everyone in this room combined! I mean, why else would you pay for this shit.
[ another chorus of laughter. damn, these people were easy. ]
So it’s 10 years ago, and I’m walkin’ around on the shithole of a planet I call home. I was feelin’ pretty insecure, as kids do, cause I was useless to all of my monkey bros. Thankfully, I’ve come to embrace how useless I am as an adult — means nobody can ask me for shit! [ cue audience laughter. ] But yeah, I wandered into some cave like a complete dumbass. Couldn’t see a damn thing. All of a sudden I hear this growl, like— grrrraaghhh, never heard that shit in my liiiife. So like, I turn around cause yanno, dumbass kid and all…
And yeah. There was this 13 foot tall behemoth looking asshole with tusks AND claws and AND bad breath for days. So like… naturally, it tried to kill me. And to its credit, it was my fault — I was in territory I shouldn’t have been in! But suddenly, my monkey bros showed up and start throwing rocks to distract that motherfucker. And they all go “hey, Ming, are you crazy!?” And I got big fat tears running down my face, can’t even TALK, before they carry me out like I’m the last piece of cake at the buffet.
So what’s the punchline? [ dead silence. ] Don’t have friends, they’ll all die anyways.
[ it’s dead quiet. someone coughs. and then suddenly, the audience swells into a symphony of unabashed laughter.
sha-ming coughs. his eyes shift in saccades toward the women, before he then whispers: ]
We have 30 minutes left, just work with me. These morons’ll laugh at anything.
[ it’s fine, the payout would make it worth it. the spotlight shifts back to the woman adjacent to him, swathing her in the glow of the stage. ]
Back to the woman of the evening! What’s the most important lesson life’s taught you? Hope it’s better than mine!
i
he doesn't quite remember how he's gotten here either; probably some stupid spur decision he made. but the woman beside him is clearly tense with anxiety, and he realizes then in that moment that she's a new face entirely. clad in a stark white suit, hair slicked back, sha-ming leans in to respond in a whisper: ]
Lemme be real with you... I never know a damn thing that's going on in this city. Shit's crazy. Just go along with it, 'mmkay? I'll start us off.
[ and then he clears his throat before speaking into the mic; his voice reverberates against the walls and goddamn, does he hate that. ]
Hey guys. Hope you didn't pay too much for those tickets cause honestly, I got nothin' to give!
[ the audience wheezes out a soft laugh. alright, good start. ]
Who's ready for Aldrip's first ever comedy show!?
[ a trombone in the background sounds, paired with a badum tshhh. applause erupts in response. ]
Alright, lemme give you some background. Normally, I'd just spew a bunch of bullshit, but I got sentenced earlier this month... ME! Can you believe it? I look like an upstanding guy, right? Your average Joe Schmo'. [ another chorus of laughter. ] Yeah, yeah, laugh it up losers, but you know... it ain't funny! They told me I gotta be more honest now, so like, okay, we're all gonna be pals after today! And be nice to my friend right here, if you're mean to her I'm gonna throw this mic at someone! And I got good aim too so I could probably take out a whole eye!
[ the laughter only increases in volume. with a wolfish grin, he bows to the woman before him. ]
Alright missus, hit us with the funniest thing that's ever happened to ya. No incorrect answers!
no subject
the man's attempt at reassurance only goes so far, not quite easing the urges to simply run off the stage in this very moment, especially when not seeing any familiar faces within visual distance is making her start to worry about her friends alongside her own predicament. ]
Huh? [ she finally reacts at the mention of "comedy show" since ... wait, she's not supposed to actually participate in this, is she?
at the very least, his egging on the audience seems to keeps them entertained, even if tifa herself hasn't found the urge to laugh, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress at her hips, trying to glance off the stage to see if she could find an opening for an exist. he's keeping them distracted enough and he seems more of a natural for this than she'd ever be —
at least until he brings the attention back to her. ]
What — me? [ she blinks, as ruby eyes catch past the lights to see the way all eyes seem to suddenly zoom in on her, silence striking the air save for a man in the back briefly coughing as they await her story. ] Oh, I'm ...
[ think, tifa, think. ]
So, um, this one time I stepped into a bar and I hear someone say, "Your hair looks amazing. Did you style it yourself?" But when I looked around, there wasn't anyone there. About a minute later, I heard someone else, they said, "I love your style. It's like a model walked in." And again, there wasn't anyone around. [ the silence remains, as if everyone seems to be waiting for her to get to the point, so she takes a breath and continues, ] So, finally, I just look to the bartender and I asked if she heard that, and the bartender says, "It's the peanuts. They're complimentary."
[ no, not a real story that happened to her, but one of the many jokes she, as a bartender herself, has heard from across the bar, so she gives an awkward smile, waiting for the reaction — until the audience finally blurts out into easy loud laughter. ]
no subject
and then she gets to the punchline, and you know, it’s an innocuous joke, something you’d pawn off someone else and keep for later in case you needed a light chuckle. but he makes a whole show of it and busts out into a fit of laughter alongside the audience. the trombone sounds once more and the joke is punctuated with another rattle of the drum. ]
Peanuts. Peanuts! That’s good! Damn, she’s funny, right? [ he questions the audience. and then more gravely: ] Right?
[ applause, cheer, low whistles all around. ]
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. [ another grin, his sharpened canines poking out. ] Okay, okay, here’s mine.
So yanno what I said about my sentencing? And how it’s makin’ me be more honest? Okay, well, I’m gonna take you guys back to my childhood. So like… monkeys. We all know ‘em, right? Thing is, I grew up around ‘em. And they weren’t normal monkeys, they were super smart. Smarter than everyone in this room combined! I mean, why else would you pay for this shit.
[ another chorus of laughter. damn, these people were easy. ]
So it’s 10 years ago, and I’m walkin’ around on the shithole of a planet I call home. I was feelin’ pretty insecure, as kids do, cause I was useless to all of my monkey bros. Thankfully, I’ve come to embrace how useless I am as an adult — means nobody can ask me for shit! [ cue audience laughter. ] But yeah, I wandered into some cave like a complete dumbass. Couldn’t see a damn thing. All of a sudden I hear this growl, like— grrrraaghhh, never heard that shit in my liiiife. So like, I turn around cause yanno, dumbass kid and all…
And yeah. There was this 13 foot tall behemoth looking asshole with tusks AND claws and AND bad breath for days. So like… naturally, it tried to kill me. And to its credit, it was my fault — I was in territory I shouldn’t have been in! But suddenly, my monkey bros showed up and start throwing rocks to distract that motherfucker. And they all go “hey, Ming, are you crazy!?” And I got big fat tears running down my face, can’t even TALK, before they carry me out like I’m the last piece of cake at the buffet.
So what’s the punchline? [ dead silence. ] Don’t have friends, they’ll all die anyways.
[ it’s dead quiet. someone coughs. and then suddenly, the audience swells into a symphony of unabashed laughter.
sha-ming coughs. his eyes shift in saccades toward the women, before he then whispers: ]
We have 30 minutes left, just work with me. These morons’ll laugh at anything.
[ it’s fine, the payout would make it worth it. the spotlight shifts back to the woman adjacent to him, swathing her in the glow of the stage. ]
Back to the woman of the evening! What’s the most important lesson life’s taught you? Hope it’s better than mine!