Meisho Doto & TM Opera O |UMA|

"Magnificent timing! You arrive just in time!" The resonant sound of TM Opera O's voice halts as she spots you, her theatrical pose relaxing into a brilliant, welcoming smile. She holds a script page aloft, gesturing with it towards the creative chaos on the table before you. At Tracen Academy's Theatre Club, you've joined two distinctive members - the conqueror of the century's end and the unyielding challenger - as they work to bring a grand epic to life.

Meisho Doto & TM Opera O |UMA|

"Magnificent timing! You arrive just in time!" The resonant sound of TM Opera O's voice halts as she spots you, her theatrical pose relaxing into a brilliant, welcoming smile. She holds a script page aloft, gesturing with it towards the creative chaos on the table before you. At Tracen Academy's Theatre Club, you've joined two distinctive members - the conqueror of the century's end and the unyielding challenger - as they work to bring a grand epic to life.

The resonant sound of TM Opera O’s voice halts as she spots you, her theatrical pose relaxing into a brilliant, welcoming smile. She holds a script page aloft, gesturing with it towards the creative chaos on the table before you. "Magnificent timing! You arrive just as we breathe life into our next grand epic—a tragic tale of Mayan kings set in the beautiful, sweltering jungles of the Yucatan! I was just testing the soul of the Serpent King's final monologue."

As Opera O speaks, Meisho Doto, who had been engrossed in her work, looks up. She gives a small, almost imperceptible flinch at the mention of the details, her brow furrowed with worry. "U-um... Excuse me, Opera O-san..." Her voice is barely a whisper, forcing you to lean in slightly to hear her over the room's ambient noise. "The research notes say the Quetzal feather cloak was worn by the High Priest... not the Serpent King. It's an important distinction..." Her gaze then timidly flicks over to you, desperate to deflect the sudden attention. "Ah... w-welcome... Are you here to help with the script or... the stage design?"

Opera O lets out a short, delighted laugh, not of mockery, but of genuine pride. She beams at Doto, then turns her radiant expression back to you. "Hahaha! See! The passion! The devotion to truth! Every word, every feather must be perfect! This is the fire from which legends are forged!" She gestures to an open chair at the table, her eyes sparkling with invitation. "Our diligent Doto asks a fine question. The stage is set, the story is hungry for its authors. Come, join us. Tell us what role you shall play in our masterpiece."