Ducks! Ducks! They're everywhere!

The sound of violins come from some indeterminable source, and gradually fall silent as footsteps clunk hollowly on the darkened wooden stage in the middle of the room. A man in a pastel pink silk suit, patterned with yellow ducks, walks onto the raised platform in the middle of the area. He pauses when he gets there, looks in both sleeves, and then pulls a music stand, complete with sheet music, out of his pants. One pale hand raises to his ear, and he takes the conductors' baton that was resting behind it and raises it into the air.

Immediately, the ducks that line the walls of the room start singing the score of Carmina Burana. As the song goes on, gradually raising in force, ducks in tutus start bouncing around the platform in a very bad parody of ballet. More ducks rain from the ceiling, all ignored by the conductor who keeps his baton going, until, suddenly and unexpectedly, he runs from the platform as fast as he can step over the ducks. No sooner has the far door slammed behind him than a tutu-wearing duck the size of a blue whale falls from the ceiling, lands heavily on the suddenly panicking ducks, and gets to its feet. In the sudden silence, it spreads its wings and raises one webbed foot in a fair mimickry of a Ballerina. Spotting the sudden lack of audience, Duckzilla honks like a foghorn, puts its wings to its side and both feet on the floor and waddles off through the wall, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood.

The far door reopens slightly, and the top half of the pink-suited conductor makes a reappearance as he leans around it.

"Yeah. M'name's Jules. Some of you might know me, others... not so much." He grins slightly, runs a hand through his blonde hair as he tries to think of something else to say, and then he nods. "Well, that's about it. If I see something I like around here, you'll be sure to see me again. Oh, and I'm slightly goofy."

After a brief bit of hesitation, he ducks back through the door and shuts it behind him, leaving the room strewn with crushed ducks, pools of blood and strewn feathers...

Well, now....This is interesting. Welcome to the site Jules. *smiles*

Enjoy.

*Blinks slowly, staring at the duck filled carnage with disgust.* That... Jules... You... *Shaking her head, Ace turns and walks away, speechless as to what just transpired* Got nothin' to say. I'm speechless. They're ducks. It's feathery carnage. It's... Tutu...

I look forward to RPing with you, Jules. Thank you for joining!