A Day in the Life
The Calculating Engine
Palzari, a Signer blood with a vision, established her Théatre Broulliard only a couple of cycles ago, but it's already become popular with the movers and shakers of the Cage. Although the building proper is located somewhere in the Deep Ethereal, there's no shortage of customers because there's a conveniently situated portal in the Clerk's Ward. The portal key is a three-pronged fork, although most patrons use the flyers that Harys Hatchis hands out for the Théatre, which has the self-same symbol inscribed upon it.
Once a body steps through the portal and pays the entry fee at the enclosed box office (it's so small and square that you can see why they dubbed it the box), and recovers from the momentary disorientation that always follows trips to demiplanes on the Deep Ethereal (due to the changes in local physics, they say), they're always amazed by the view. The Théatre is constructed without a ceiling or floor, so the boiling colours of the Ethereal flood the cylindrical chamber with mystical light.
Palzari's productions are almost inevitably sold out, so a peery basher will have reserved seats already. Depending upon the production, the price will vary, but it's a safe bet that you're talking gold rather than copper. You'll also have to bite your tongue if you're a berk prone to fits of bigotry; you're as likely to end up sitting next to a fiend as to a mortal patron.
Fire elementals and other heat-loving beings are catered for in a special section of the theatre, however, where the obsidian seats can handle the heat. If you're wondering where the strange shadows are coming from, it's likely they're being cast by the fiery segment of the house.
While they might not be a stage as such, that's not a problem for the performers. The central segment of the theatre is actually in the Deep Ethereal itself rather than in the demiplane of the theatre, so the actors and players can float quite happily without support. The nature of the plane makes the acoustics excellent too, though many a prime is left wondering where the musicians' pit is. In fact, it could be anywhere -- it ain't called the Unseen Orchestra for nothing. Finally, a staff of illusionists can provide props of any proportion, should they be needed though the backdrop of the ethereal is often used, simply because it's there.
Reviews for the recent production, Edges of Infinity were good. Check S.I.G.I.S. for details of further productions. I hear Palzari's troop are planning an epic called "The Great Modron March".