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Virada Cultural 2019: confira a programação completa

Borá pra rua?! Durante os dias 18 e 19 de maio, a 15ª edição da Virada Cultural ocupa SP inteirinha com mais de 1.200 atrações, entre elas shows, cinema, exposições, gastronomia, oficinas, vivências e performances.

Mas fiquem tranquilxs: nós organizamos a programação completa por local, data e hora, assim você pode montar o roteiro perfeito e sair pra rua tinindo

VIRADA CULTURAL 2019: SAIA DO ÓBVIO

E para chegar nos lugares com tranquilidade e sem gastar muito, chame a turma para compartilhar um 99! O carro pode te levar aos pontos mais estratégicos, como próximo aos palcos ou até uma estação do Metrô.

Tá a fim de descobrir tudo? Então arraste o dedinho e prepare o coração:

Norte

FREGUESIA DO Ó SÁB 18h – 19h Bloco Urubó [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Royce do Cavaco [música] SÁB 22h – 23h15 Samba da Maria – Maria Rita [música] DOM 10h – 11h Chocobrothers [circo] LIBRAS DOM 12h – 13h Gil Sant’Anna [música] DOM 14h – 15h Janayna Pereira [música] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 17h30 Henrique & Diego [música] LIBRAS

CENTRO CULTURAL DA JUVENTUDE RUTH CARDOSO SÁB 18h – 19h Rashid [música] LIBRAS SÁB 20h – 21h Karol Conka [música] LIBRAS DOM 14h – 15h Thaíde [música] DOM 17h – 18h30 Elba Ramalho [música]

CENTRO CULTURAL DA JUVENTUDE RUTH CARDOSO – VIRADINHA DOM 12h – 17h Cama elástica [ brinquedos] DOM 12h – 12h45 Hora da Janta – Rebrincando [contação de história] DOM 12h – 17h Pintura de rosto [infantil] DOM 13h – 14h Oficina de quadrinhos [oficina] DOM 14h – 14h45 A Menina e a Capa Vermelha [contação de história] DOM 15h – 16h Mad Science: ciência divertida [oficina] DOM 16h – 17h Nina Canta – Trupe Pé de História

BIBLIOTECA BRITO BROCA DOM 10h – 12h São Paulo em Quadrinhos [oficina] DOM 11h – 13h DJ Ms. Pythia [música] DOM 11h – 13h Filha da Rua [graffiti] DOM 13h – 16h Escrita a partir da escrevivência e a produção literária na periferia. Com: Fábio Kabral, Karolina Desireé e Rafael Calça e mediação de Salloma Salomão [literatura] DOM 17h – 18h Sarau Sankofa [literatura]

BIBLIOTECA NARBAL FONTES DOM 10h – 12h Oficina de Zine [oficina] DOM 10h – 12h DJ Fox [música] DOM 11h – 13h Dudo [graffiti] DOM 13h – 16h Escrita a partir da escrevivência e a produção literária na periferia. Com: Rashid, Inquérito e Marcelino Freire com mediação de Kimani [literatura] DOM 17h – 18h Sarau Pretuá [literatura]

CASA DE CULTURA BRASILÂNDIA SÁB 19h – 20h Tributo ao Michael Jackson [música] DOM 13h – 17h Viradinha [infantil] DOM 15h – 16h Hip Hop Consciente [música] DOM 15h – 16h Batalha do Escritório [música] DOM 15h – 16h Travessuras de Palhaço – Cia. Anjos Voadores [circo] DOM 17h – 18h DBS Gordão Chefe [música]

CASA DE CULTURA TREMEMBÉ SÁB 18h – 19h Travessuras de Palhaço – Cia. Anjos Voadores [circo] DOM 17h – 18h30 Espetáculo Marionete Humana – IDM [dança]

CASA DE CULTURA VILA GUILHERME SÁB 17h – 21h Festival do Reggae – DJ Zambol [música] SÁB 18h – 19h10 TILIM, uma janela pra voar – Cia Le Tempê [musical infantil] DOM 10h – 21h Jahmaica LUV [cultura urbana] DOM 14h – 18h Viradinha [infantil]

CEU JAÇANÃ SÁB 19h – 20h Chico Salem [música]

CEU JARDIM PAULISTANO DOM 15h – 16h Bicho de Pé [música]

TEATRO ALFREDO MESQUITA SÁB 21h – 22h10 Di Repente [teatro] *12 anos* DOM 16h – 16h50 Em Busca do Snark Invisível [teatro infantil]

SESC SANTANA SÁB 18h – 00h e DOM 11h – 18h Fiotim – O museu em movimento [artes visuais] SAB 18h e DOM 11h Chicos [cinema & vídeo] SÁB 18h – 19h e 22h – 23h Olho Nu – Companhia Híbrida [dança] SÁB 18h30 Primavera: 50 anos do festival que não aconteceu – Bento Araújo entrevista Antonio Petico SAB 19h – 20h e 21h – 22h Jorge K. [artes visuais] SÁB 19h30 – 20h30 Som Nosso de Cada Dia [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Arrastão – Cia. Etra de Dança Contemporânea [dança] SÁB 20h30 – 21h30 Bonifrate [música] SÁB 21h30 – 22h30 Bike [música] SÁB 22h30 – 23h30 Ema Stoned [música] SÁB 23h30 – 00h30 Casa das Máquinas [música] DOM 14h Pequena Magdalena – Cia. de Copas [teatro para crianças] DOM 15h Corpo, Balão e Universo Lúdico – Edvan Monteiro e Ariadne Felipe [dança para crianças] DOM 15h – 16h Mescalines [música] DOM 16h – 17h Vitor Araújo [música] DOM 17h – 18h Homenagem a Júpiter Maçã [música] DOM 18h – 19h O Terço [música]

Oeste

CENTRO CULTURAL TENDAL DA LAPA SÁB 18h – 19h Malabamétrico – Artur Faleiros [circo] SÁB 19h – 20h As Armarias [circo] SÁB 20h – 21h Priscila Amorim canta Luiz Melodia [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Amálgama [circo] *10 anos* DOM 10h30 – 11h30 Picadeiro Aberto com Circo Utopia [circo] LIBRAS DOM 13h30 – 14h30 Paine, a Louca das Frutas [circo] LIBRAS DOM 12h – 13h Trupe Baião de Dois [circo] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 17h Flávia Bittencourt canta Dominguinhos [música] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Trio Valentim Flamini [circo] LIBRAS

BIBLIOTECA ALCEU AMOROSO LIMA DOM 10h – 13h Oficina da Ilustração ao Papel [oficina e graffiti] DOM 11h – 13h DJ Joseph Rodriguez [música] DOM 13h – 16h Escrita a partir da escrevivência e a produção literária na periferia. Com: Dona Jacira, Luz Ribeiro e Eugênio Lima com mediação de Cyda Baú [literatura] DOM 17h – 18h Sarau Bixaria Literária [literatura]

CASA DE CULTURA BUTANTÃ DOM 14h – 18h Baile de Samba Rock [festa]

CEU JAGUARÉ SÁB 19h – 20h Teatro Mágico [música]

CEU PARQUE ANHANGUERA DOM 15h – 16h Art Popular [música]

CEU PÊRA MARMELO DOM 11h – 12h Katinguelê [música]

TEATRO CACILDA BECKER SÁB 21h – 22h20 Imortais [teatro] *16 anos* DOM 16h – 16h55 O dia em que a minha vida mudou por causa de um chocolate comprado nas Ilhas Maldivas [teatro infantil]

TEATRO DÉCIO DE ALMEIDA PRADO SÁB e DOM 18h Exposição: Fotografia de palco [exposição] SÁB 21h – 22h20 Em um dia qualquer [teatro] *14 anos* DOM 16h – 16h50 Fábulas Italianas [teatro infantil]

SESC PINHEIROS SÁB e DOM Ambientação Bonecos de baile [artes visuais] SÁB 18h – 23h30 Bailes em cartaz [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 18h – 22h DJ Rafa Jazz – Baile do Disco SÁB 18h30 – 19h30 FunkSoulGroove – Cia Chemical Funk [dança] SÁB 20h – 21h00 Clube do Balanço – Participação de Nereu Mocotó [música] SÁB 20h30 – 23h O Agora que Demora, com Cristiane Jatahy [teatro] SÁB 22h Looping Bahia Overdub [dança] SÁB 23h30 – 00h30 Hamilton de Holanda e o Baile do Almeidinha [música] DOM 13h Circulares tipográficos [tecnologias e artes] DOM 13h O Baile das Sampalhaças [circo] DOM 14h30 Unidos do Swing – Baile do Swing [música] DOM 15h – 15h50 e 17h – 17h50 Shake, Shake, Show – Cia Vagalum, tum, tum [teatro] DOM 16h Manoel Cordeiro apresenta o Baile do Papai -Part. Adelson Preto e Karine Aguiar [música] DOM 18h – 20h30 O Agora que Demora, com Cristiane Jatahy [teatro]

SESC POMPÉIA SÁB 18h Cortejo com Baque Mulher [música] SÁB 18h e DOM 12h Marcas de luta: tatuagens temporárias – Conspiração Libertina [artes visuais] SÁB 18h e DOM 11h Repertórios corporais – Cia Pé no Mundo, para exposição “William Forsythe: Objetos Coreográficos” [dança] SÁB 19h Histórias da cultura Afro-Brasileira – Ebomi Cici e Regina Santos [ações para a cidadania] SÁB 19h Banda Didá part.Mestra Joana Cavalcante (Baque Mulher e Encanto do Pina) SÁB 20h Genesis 03:16 – Priscila Rezende [ações para a cidadania] SÁB 20h Sermão – Val Souza [ações para a cidadania] SÁB 20h Tártaro dá mau hálito – Pedrx Galiza [artes visuais] SÁB 20h30 Ilê Aiyê com Paula Lima e Ellen Oléria SÁB 21h e DOM 18h Cabaré Transpoético | Beatriz Azevedo e Matheus Nachtergaele SÁB 21h e DOM 17h Madame Froda in (quase) Concert – Ana Luiza Bellacosta [circo] SÁB 21h30 Comer e beber o azul – Juliana dos Santos [artes visuais] SÁB 22h Roda de Poemas: Antes de Nós – Coletivo Mulheres Negras na Biblioteca [literatura] SÁB 22h e DOM 18h Deus é mulher – Elza Soares [música] SÁB 22h30 Cura – Micaela Cyrino [artes visuais] SÁB 23h30 Paisagens Sonoras de Aretha Sadick e Raiany Sinara [artes visuais] DOM 00h30 Edyficação – Ventura Profana [artes visuais] DOM 10h e 15h Eu Afro – Liana D´África [artes visuais] DOM 10h Maratona de pesquisa e inserção de mulheres negras na Wikipedia – PretaLab e Coletivo Di Jejê [tecnologia e artes] DOM 11h Bonecas Abayomi – Dona Jacira [artes visuais] DOM 11h Turbante-se – Thaís Muniz [artes visuais] DOM 12h Feira Preta [artes visuais] DOM 14h Cadernos de Carolina – Iara Moraes [artes visuais] DOM 14h Descobrindo nossos tesouros: A partir das negras que ecoam – Coletivo Dudu Badé [ações para a cidadania] DOM 14h Samba Mulheres Negras em Marcha [música] DOM 14h Representatividade negra nos games – Game e Arte [tecnologia e artes] DOM 15h Dancehall Queen Style no deck – Vivência de dança com Vitória Nagô DOM 15h Máscaras extraordinárias – Arianne Vitalle e Thiago Bortolozzo [artes visuais] DOM 16h Um Canto para Carolina – Cia dos Inventos [ações para a cidadania] DOM 18h Cortejo com Baque Mulher [música]

MUSEU DO FUTEBOL >> PARCEIRO SÁB 10h – 13h Debate “Ações Afirmativas na Cultura do Futebol – Bate-papo sobre o engajamento de clubes brasileiros frente a questões sociais como violência de gênero e racismo dentro do futebol”. | SÁB e DOM 10h, 10h30, 11h e 11h30 Visita Educativa ao Museu do Futebol 20 pessoas por grupo

Leste

COHAB 2 / Praça Brasil SÁB 18h – 20h Arena do Flow convida Costa Gold [música] SÁB 21h – 22h MC Marechal [música] SÁB 23h – 00h Rincon Sapiência [música] DOM 11h – 12h Esquadrão Bombelhaço – Circo Palombar [circo] LIBRAS DOM 13h -14h Berço do Samba de São Mateus [música] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Odisseia das Flores convida De Menos Crime [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Criolo [música] LIBRAS

PRAÇA BRASIL VIRADINHA DOM 10h – 11h POIN [música] [infantil] DOM 10h – 14h Pintura de rosto [infantil] DOM 11h – 12h Oficina de Turbantes e Tiaras DOM 12h – 13h Cris Gouveia [contação de história]

CENTRO DE FORMAÇÃO CULTURAL CIDADE TIRADENTES SÁB 18h – 19h Fabriccio part. Nayra Lays [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Drik Barbosa [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Coruja BC1 convida Diomedes Chinaski [música] DOM 01h – 02h30 Emicida [música] DOM 03h30 – 04h30 Viegas [música] DOM 15h – 16h Black Alien [música] DOM 17h – 18h IZA [música] *DJ Fabinho BW no intervalo dos shows

CENTRO DE FORMAÇÃO CULTURAL CIDADE TIRADENTES VIRADINHA DOM 10h – 14h Cama Elástica [brinquedos] DOM 10h – 11h Musicriando Itinerante [infantil] DOM 10h – 14h Pintura de rosto [infantil] DOM 11h -12h Mad Science: ciência divertida [infantil] DOM 12h – 13h Aula de percussão – Bloco Chinelo de Dedo [oficina] DOM 13h – 14h Bloco Chinelo de Dedo [música] [infantil]

CENTRO CULTURAL DA PENHA SÁB 20h – 21h Erik Lunghini [música] DOM 16h – 17h Grupo Dedo de Moça [música] DOM 18h – 19h Dia de praia – Cia Circo Delas [circo]

BIBLIOTECA HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN DOM 10h – 12h Vivenciando a Xilogravura [oficina] DOM 10h – 12h DJ Brulilith [música] DOM 11h – 13h Caluz [graffiti] DOM 13h – 16h Escrita a partir da escrevivência e a produção literária na periferia. Com: Suzi Soares, Pedro Bomba e Ferréz com mediação de Jéssica Balbino [literatura] DOM 17h – 18h Saraundsystem – Do moderno ao contemporâneo [literatura]

BIBLIOTECA RUBENS BORBA SÁB 14h – 14h55 Os 3 Porquinhos

CASA DE CULTURA GUAIANASES SÁB 15h – 16h Batalha da Madre [literatura] SÁB 19h – 20h A’s Trinca [música] DOM 13h – 17h Viradinha [infantil] DOM 16h – 17h Fonzera – Cia Singular [circo]

CASA DE CULTURA ITAIM PAULISTA SÁB 20h – 00h Expo no Cultural [exposição] DOM 17h30 – 19h D.V.C Diário da Vida do Cotidiano [cinema e música] *12 anos* DOM 19h – 20h30 Filosofia Reggae [música] *14 anos*

CASA DE CULTURA SÃO MIGUEL SÁB 18h Dinho Sossa e os Cara [música] SÁB 19h Releituras de Djavan e João Bosco – Juninho Oliveira [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Banda Hemisfério [música] SÁB 21h30 – 22h30 Bloco do Caos SÁB 23h00 – 00h00 Mariozan com DJ Gustavo Lobeca DOM 10h – 11h Apresentação dos Alunos de Circo DOM 14h – 15h Rabeca Andarillha – Kelly Rabequeira [música] DOM 15h – 16h Dança do Ventre e Ballet Infantil DOM 16h – 17h Capoeira e Maculelê – Guerreiros da União [dança] DOM 17h – 18h Causa P [música]

CEU PARQUE SÃO CARLOS SÁB 19h – 20h Luiz Ayrão – Samba de Respeito [música]

CEU LAJEADO SÁB 19h – 20h Luedji Luna [música] DOM 15h – 16h Demônios da Garoa [música]

CEU SÃO MATEUS SÁB 18h – 19h Banda Rastapé [música]

CEU ARICANDUVA SÁB 19h – 20h A Estrada de Wolokolamsk [teatro]

CEU FORMOSA DOM 15h – 16h Tati Portellla [música]

CEU ÁGUA AZUL DOM 15h – 16h Pixote [música]

CEU VILA CURUÇÁ DOM 15h – 16h Chico Salem [música]

CEU AZUL DA COR DO MAR DOM 15h – 16h Banda Rastapé [música]

CEU ALTO ALEGRE SÁB 14h – 15h Bicho de Pé [música]

CEU QUINTA DO SOL SÁB 15h – 16h Demônios da Garoa [música]

TEATRO ARTHUR AZEVEDO SÁB 21h – 22h10 Quiquiriqui – O Resumo da Ópera [teatro] *10 anos*

TEATRO FLÁVIO IMPÉRIO SÁB 18h Grazzi Brasil canta Clara Nunes [música]

TEATRO FLÁVIO IMPÉRIO VIRADINHA DOM 10h às 14h Cama elástica [brinquedos] DOM 10h às 14h Pintura de rosto [infantil] DOM 10h às 11h Oficinas de malabares y acrobacias de solo [oficina] DOM 11h30 – 12h30 Pé de Cana – Kombi [circo] DOM 13h – 14h Banda Paralela [música] [infantil]

SESC BELENZINHO SÁB 18h, 19h, 20h e 21h Tecendo e Trançando Arte – Manifesto Crespo [artes manuais] SÁB 18h Construção de Mamãe Sacode – Design Possível [artes visuais] SÁB 18h e 19h30 Tipografia darkzera nas Fitinhas do Bonfim – Malfeitona [artes visuais] DOM 11h – 13h e 14h30 – 16h30 Estampando Saberes – Adinkras – Manifesto Crespo] DOM 14h30 Estatuinhas Malfeitona de Cosme e Damião de Biscuit – Malfeitona [artes visuais] SÁB 19h – 20h e DOM 18h – 19h A Rádio do seu Coração (BA) – Cia Picolino [circo] SÁB 20h – 20h30 Sanfonástica, mulher lonaw – Lívia Mattos – itinerância [circo] SÁB 18h e DOM 16h Amados da Bahia – Cia Luarnoar [crianças] SÁB 18h,19h,20h Kizombinha – Cia. Alcina da Palavra [crianças] SÁB 20h – 21h Avenida Oceânica – Betara Beluga [crianças] SÁB 21h – 22h Orixá Governante – Grupo Ilú Obá de Min [dança] SÁB 18h – 21h Futebol “Baba” Noturno [esporte e atividade física] SÁB 18h Pedal Belém – Virado a Baiana [esporte e atividade física] SÁB 18h Sarau da Capoeira [literatura] SÁB 19h30 – 20h e 21h – 21h30 Ôncalo canta Raul [música] SÁB 22h – 23h30 Olodum [música] SÁB 18h – 18h45 e 22h – 22h45 Bola de Fogo [teatro] SÁB 18h – 22h e DOM 10h – 18h Cérebro Eletrônico [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 19h e DOM 14h30 Fotomontagem em abadá: a Bahia em imagens [tecnologias e artes] DOM 17h – 18h Axé para quem é de Axé! – Afoxé Ile Omo Dadá [dança]

SESC ITAQUERA SÁB 17h e DOM 11h Feira Valoriza Ação! [ações para cidadania] SÁB 18h – 21h Seja um Herói do Sertão: Paisagens Nordestinas em vídeo [cinema e vídeo] SÁB 18h – 21h Caramba! Carimbo! – Editora Lote 42 [literatura] SÁB 18h – 19h Cortejo Paulo Freire – Cia. do Tijolo [teatro] SÁB 18h Beat Armorial Bot do Mangue [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 18h – 21h Composição de Ritmos Nordestinos com Tinta – Vivência Pimu [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 18h – 21h e DOM 13h – 16h Monóculos Fotográficos [artes visuais] SÁB 18h30 – 20h Expedição Noturna na Trilha da Samambaiaçu [meio ambiente] SÁB 18h30 – 19h15 Embolada – Palito do Pandeiro e Peneira [música] SÁB 19h – 21h Observação das crateras lunares com telescópio [meio ambiente] SÁB 19h15 – 20h30 Bicho de Pé canta Jackson do Pandeiro [música] SÁB 20h45 – 21h45 Cabaré Volant – Irmãos Sabatino [circo] DOM 11h – 11h45, 12h15 – 13h e 14h – 14h45 Verso Móvel Sound System [literatura] DOM 11h – 12h Pernambolados: Uma homenagem aos Afoxés de Recife e Olinda [dança] DOM 11h – 14h Estandartes de Cortejo para Crianças – Coletivo Laranja Azul [artes visuais] DOM 12h – 15h Splashcletas [artes visuais] DOM 13h – 15h Cine Holliúdy [cinema e vídeo] DOM 13h – 16h Desenho e palavra de ouvido [literatura] DOM 13h – 16h Miniaturas de bumba meu boi [crianças] DOM 15h Frevo – Grupo Batakerê [dança] DOM 15h30 – 17h Pepeu Gomes [música]

MUSEU DA IMIGRAÇÃO SÁB 9h às 17h e DOM 10h às 17h Homenagem à Cultura Mexicana [exposição]

PLANETÁRIO DO CARMO PROFESSOR ACÁCIO RIBERI SÁB 13h – 13h40 Sessão de Cúpula: Janela Mágica [criança] SÁB 13h40 Observação Solar SÁB 15h – 15h50 Sessão de Cúpula: Planetas do Universo SÁB 20h Observação Noturna

Sul

M’BOI MIRIM SÁB 18h – 19h Umoja [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Funk de Griffe [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Banda Preto Soul [música] DOM 00h – 01h30 Baile da Preta – Preta Gil [música] DOM 12h – 13h15 É O Tchan convida Reinaldo e Ninha [música] LIBRAS DOM 13h30 – 14h30 Tinkus [música e dança] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h30 Exaltasamba [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Cidinho e Doca [música] LIBRAS

CHICO SCIENCE – IPIRANGA SÁB 19h – 20h Tribo Sonoro [música] SÁB 21h – 22h C R O N I X T A [música] SÁB 23h – 00h Nação Zumbi [música] DOM 11h – 12h MC Garden [música] DOM 13h – 14h Família Sabotage [música] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Tássia Reis [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Rappin Hood [música] LIBRAS CASA DE CULTURA CAMPO LIMPO DOM 14h – 18h Viradinha [infantil]

CENTRO CULTURAL GRAJAÚ SÁB 19h – 20h Stefanie [música] SÁB 20h30 – 21h30 Claudinho de Oliveira [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Paula Mattos [música] DOM 00h – 01h Ponto de Equilíbrio [música] DOM 14h – 15h Negra Li [música] DOM 17h – 18h Baco Exu do Blues [música]

CENTRO CULTURAL GRAJAÚ VIRADINHA DOM 10h – 14h Cama elástica [brinquedos] DOM 10h – 11h Mustache Apaches [música] DOM 10h – 14h Pintura de rosto [infantil] DOM 11h – 12h Mad Science: ciência divertida [infantil] DOM 12h – 13h Oficina de Fantasia [oficina] DOM 13h – 13h45 Formiga Tchururu – Rebrincando [contação de histórias]

CENTRO CULTURAL SÃO PAULO – CCSP SÁB 18h – 02h Tiago Sant’Ana [performance] SÁB 18h Ateliê Aberto com OCUPEACIDADE e Xilotekoa [ação cultural] SÁB 18h – 21h Azymuth, Rodrigo Brandão, Tiago França, Rodrigo Carneiro e Tulipa Ruiz [música] LIBRAS SÁB 20h Roda de Conversa com Caróu Oliveira e convidados + Performance AENFDC [moda] SÁB 20h Augusto de Campos [artes visuais] SÁB 21h – 22h Mundo Rodá [dança] SÁB 21h Fleshion [dança] SÁB 21h Espetáculo Alve Terrena Alves e convidadxs [teatro] *14 anos* SÁB e DOM 23h – 07h Ava Rocha, Luiza Lian, Alessandra Leão, QuartaBe [música] DOM 00h Dj Erick Jay + Dj Typa [ação cultural] DOM 11h – 12h Mundo Rodá [dança] DOM 14h Oficina de Stêncil com Mônica Nador [ação cultural] DOM 14h Feira de Troca Bike com coletivo Mão na Roda [ação cultural] DOM 16h Sarau Têxtil com Jaergerton Correa [moda]

CINEMA CCSP | em parceira com a Spcine Maratona Megalo Box *14 anos* [cinema] SÁB e DOM 18h – 16h30

Virada Tarantino *18 anos* SÁB 15h – 17h29 Pulp Fiction [cinema] SÁB 17h – 18h50 À Prova da Morte [cinema] SÁB 23h – 01h30 Jackie Brown [cinema] DOM 02h – 06h Kill Bill Vingança Completa [cinema] DOM 11h – 13h33 Bastardos Inglórios [cinema] DOM 14h – 16h44 Django Livre [cinema] DOM 19h – 21h48 Os Oitos Odiados [cinema]

Virada Phenomena Deuses e Monstros do Japão *16 anos* DOM 00h – 01h24 Daimajin [cinema] DOM 02h – 03h53 Memories [cinema] DOM 04h – 05h07 Tetsuo The Iron Man [cinema] DOM 05h30 – 07h13 Godzilla vs Destoroyah [cinema] DOM 11h – 12h35 Gantz 0 [cinema] DOM 13h20 – 14h52 Zeiram [cinema] DOM 16h – 17h59 Tokyo Tribes [cinema] DOM 19h – 20h22 Wicked City [cinema] DOM 20h30 – 22h09 Kuroneko [cinema]

CENTRO CULTURAL SANTO AMARO SÁB 15h – 16h Cantos e Contos para Pequenos [literatura] SÁB 20h – 21h Contos Eróticos para ouvidos ávidos [literatura] *18 anos* DOM 11h e 15h O Misterioso Sumiço do Queijo do Dono do Circo [circo]

BIBLIOTECA VIRIATO CORRÊA SÁB 18h – 06h Fantástica Jornada Noite Adentro – A Fantástica Jornada de Machado de Assis DOM 10h – 12h Grafias e Palavras [oficina] DOM 11h – 13h Chellmi [graffiti] DOM 11h – 13h DJ Cranmarry [música] DOM 13h – 16h Escrita a partir da escrevivência e a produção literária na periferia. Com: Tamikuã Txihi, Chirley Pankará e Jenyffer Nascimento com mediação de Pam [literatura] DOM 17h – 18h Sarau do Infinito [literatura]

CASA DE CULTURA HIP HOP SUL SÁB 18h – 21h 99 Probl3ms convida DJ Llobato [música] DOM 13h – 17h Coletivo de Graffitiiros da Sul [graffiti e música]

CASA DE CULTURA M´BOI MIRIM SÁB 18h – 20h Batalha de Passinho RJ x SP [intervenção]

CASA DE CULTURA DE PARELHEIROS Tarde de Forró SÁB 18h – 19h Vila Sussego SÁB 19h – 20h Rosa Morena SÁB 20h – 21h Fatel Barbosa DOM 10h – 18h Nhandeko Reko – Modo de Ser Guarani [cultura indígena]

CASA DE CULTURA SANTO AMARO DOM 11h – 12h Quinteto Metal Arte [música] DOM 15h – 16h Paula Dundee [música]

CEU VILA DO SOL SÁB 18h – 19h Os Filhos dos Caras [música]

CEU CAPÃO REDONDO SÁB 19h – 20h Caju e Castanha [música]

CEU MENINOS SÁB 19h – 20h Katinguelê [música]

CEU CASA BLANCA SÁB 19h – 20h Moraes Moreira [música]

CEU PARELHEIROS SÁB 19h – 20h Tati Portella [música]

CEU VILA RUBI SÁB 18h – 19h Art Popular [música]

CEU CANTOS DO AMANHECER DOM 15h – 16h Luiz Ayrão – Samba de Respeito [música]

CEU ALVARENGA DOM 15h – 16h Os Filhos dos Caras [música]

CEU PARAISÓPOLIS DOM 11h – 12h Caju e Castanha [música]

CEU PARQUE BRISTOL DOM 17h – 18h Moraes Moreira [música]

CEU TRÊS LAGOS SÁB 15h – 16h Pixote [música]

TEATRO JOÃO CAETANO SÁB 21h – 22h20 Romeu & Julieta 80! [teatro] *12 anos* DOM 16h – 16h50 A bruxinha que era boa [teatro infantil] LIBRAS

SESC CAMPO LIMPO SÁB 20h30 Plebe Rude – Show Primórdios [música] DOM 17h Grupo Triii – Show Dia e Noite [música]

SESC INTERLAGOS SÁB 18h – 19h30 Sepultura [música] DOM 15h – 16h Os Atrapalhados – Escola Acrobática Professor Romero [circo] DOM 16h – 17h Djonga – Show “Ladrão” [música]

SESC IPIRANGA SÁB 18h – 18h30 Suno revirante na virada – Cia Suno [circo] SÁB 18h – 18h30, 19h – 19h30 e 21h – 22h Cortejo Poético – Cia Poesias e Palhaçarias [circo] SÁB 18h – 21h30 e DOM 10h – 18h Silêncio Por favor! de Nazareno [artes visuais] SÁB 18h – 21h30 DOM 10h – 18h Tudo o que criamos passa a existir de Guga Szabzon [artes visuais] SÁB 18h – 21h30 e DOM 10h – 18h Jardins Brutos de Paola Saliby [artes visuais] SÁB 18h – 21h30 e DOM 18h – 21h30 Edith Derdyk [artes visuais] SÁB 18h30 – 19h30 High Hill [música] SÁB 19h e 21h30 Verso Móvel Sound System – Caco Pontes e Caleb Mascarenhas [literatura] SÁB 19h30 – 20h30 Ìcaro – Luciano Malmann [teatro] SÁB 19h30 – 21h Jam Vogue – House of Zion [dança] SÁB 20h30 – 22h30 Camelô AM/FM – Calu Zabel [artes visuais] SAB 20h30 – 22h e DOM 18h – 19h30 Buraquinhos ou O Vento é Inimigo do Picumã – Carcaça de Poéticas Negras [teatro] SÁB 21h – 21h30 Contato Cia Lamala e convidadxs [circo] SÁB 22h – 23h Glória Groove [música] DOM 11h – 12h Mexerica – Cia Fusion de Danças Urbanas DOM 12h e 14h Carimbo de Folhas com Educadores do Programa Curumim [artes visuais] DOM 13h – 14h Cabaretize! – Cia do Liquidificador [circo] DOM 13h – 14h e 15h – 16h Mensagens de mulheres sábias – Coletivo As Rutes [literatura] DOM 14h – 15h e 16h – 17h Rua de Rimas – Núcleo Girândola [literatura] DOM 15h – 15h50 O Circo de Lampezão e Maria Botina – Caravana Tapioca [circo] DOM 15h Dança de Salão – Samba, Salsa, Lambada e Zouk [dança] DOM 15h Helicóptero motorizado com Guilherme Land [artes visuais e tecnologia] DOM 16h – 17h Tiquequê – Show Barulhinho, Barulhão [música]

SESC SANTO AMARO SÁB 18h – 19h20 Zoró Zureta com Zeca Baleiro e banda [crianças] SÁB 19h Andando sob as águas [crianças] SÁB 19h Vivência esportiva [esporte e atividade física] SÁB 20h e DOM 14h Todas as cartas de amor são ridículas – Cia Divinadança SÁB 20h30 – 22h Performance Bambolística [circo] SÁB 20h30 – 21h30 Cumbia Cavalera [música] SÁB 22h e DOM 18h Boca de Ouro – Grupo Oficcina Multimédia [teatro] DOM 11h – 11h40, 12h30 – 13h10 e 14h – 14h40 Pé de Vento – Cia da Tribo [teatro] DOM 12h Por um sorriso – Cia Divinadança DOM 12h – 17h Jogos retrô [tecnologias e artes] DOM 14h – 15h Rauzitos [crianças] DOM 16h – 17h30 Lua Vai [música]

SESC VILA MARIANA SÁB 18h Nossas Canções do Cocoricó, com Hélio Ziskind e Júlio [música] SÁB 19h Angels in America – Parte 1: O Milênio se Aproxima, com Armazém Cia de Teatro [teatro] SÁB 22h Angels in America – Parte 2: Perestroika, com Armazém Cia de Teatro [teatro] DOM 10h – 11h Yoga para Famílias [esporte e atividade física] DOM 10h Nossas Canções do Cocoricó, com Hélio Ziskind e Júlio [música] DOM 11h O que é isso? Esconderijo? – Crialudis [crianças] DOM 11h – 12h Pequena Dança, com Ricardo Neves DOM 12h Piá Aqui e Acolá: Bricando com jogos de todo mundo – Piá Aqui e Acolá [artes visuais] DOM 13h – 15hSapos de Origami com LED – Cris Botta [tecnologias e artes] DOM 14h Bicho Rabisco – Desenhando Animais – Luccas Longo [artes visuais] DOM 15h Nossas Canções do Cocoricó, com Hélio Ziskind e Júlio [música] DOM 16h Puerpério – Cia Silenciosas [crianças] DOM 18h Angels in America – Parte 2: Perestroika, com Armazém Cia de Teatro [teatro]

MUSEU DA CASA BRASILEIRA SAB e DOM 10h – 18h Mostra de longa duração | A Casa e a Cidade – Coleção Crespi Prado Mostra de longa duração | Remanescentes da Mata Atlântica & Acervo MCB Mostra de curta duração| Ruy Ohtake: A PRODUÇÃO DO ESPAÇO Mostra de curta duração | Em Cartaz – design gráfico para eventos de design

MUSEU DA IMAGEM E DO SOM – MIS SÁB e DOM 10h – 18h Exposição Quadrinhos!

PLANETÁRIO IBIRAPUERA PROF. ARISTÓTELES ORSINI SÁB 21h – 23h Observação Noturna SÁB 21h – 22h40 Sessão de Cúpula: Planetas do Universo (versão estendida) DOM 00h01 – 00h40 Sessão de Cúpula (ao vivo) DOM 02h – 05h Observação Noturna DOM 13h – 13h40 Sessão de Cúpula: Janela Mágica [criança] DOM 15h – 15h50 Sessão de Cúpula: Olhar o Céu de São Paulo Outra Vez

Centro

CÁSPER LÍBERO – POP SÁB 19h – 20h Ana Muller [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Mariana Nolasco [música] SÁB 23h – 00h Alice Caymmi [música] DOM 01h – 02h Karol Conka convida Danna Lisboa [música] DOM 03h – 04h Matuê [música] DOM 09h – 10h Tuyo [música] DOM 11h – 12h Jão [música] LIBRAS DOM 13h – 14h Onze:20 [música] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Vitor Kley [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Silva [música] LIBRAS

REPÚBLICA DA DIVERSIDADE SÁB 19h – 20h Novas Famílias, Marina Lima convida Letrux [música] LIBRAS SÁB 22h – 23h Ocupação Travesti [música] LIBRAS DOM 01h – 02h Quebrada Queer convida: Preta Rara + Kaya Conky + Pepita [música] DOM 04h – 05h Pabllo Vittar [música] DOM 06h30 – 07h30 Majur e Hiran [música] DOM 08h30 – 09h30 As Transformistas [música] DOM 11h – 12h Baile do Abrava – Tiago Abravanel convida Jeniffer Nascimento [música] DOM 13h30 – 14h30 Jaloo convida Gaby Amarantos + Mc Tha [música] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 17h Baile da Preta – Preta Gil [música] LIBRAS

AROUCHE – BREGA SÁB 18h – 19h Silvio Brito [música] LIBRAS SÁB 20h – 21h Márcio Greyck [música] LIBRAS SÁB 22h – 23h Maria Alcina [música] LIBRAS DOM 00h – 01h Genival Lacerda [música] LIBRAS DOM 02h – 03h15 Trem da Alegria Celebration com Patricia Marx e Luciano [música] DOM 04h – 05h30 Baile do Papai – Manoel Cordeiro convida Marcia Ferreira e Natalia Matos [música] DOM 06h – 09h Coletivo Brega Beats (Banda Brega Beats, DJ Tide, DJ Magrila e DJ Lubraxx) [música] DOM 10h -11h30 Xarás (Marcia Castro e Marcia Short) convidam Sarajane [música] DOM 13h – 14h30 Luiz Caldas [música] DOM 15h30 – 17h É O Tchan Convida Reinaldo e Ninha [música]

RIO BRANCO – ROCK SÁB 18h – 19h Nação Zumbi [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Di Ferrero [música] SÁB 23h – 00h Scalene [música] DOM 01h – 02h Boogarins [música] DOM 03h – 04h Garotos Podres [música] DOM 07h30 – 08h30 Let’s Block [música] DOM 09h30 – 11h Sepultura [música] DOM 12h – 13h Tributo a Raul Seixas [música] LIBRAS DOM 14h – 15h30 Atração Surpresa DOM 16h30 – 18h Ira! [música] LIBRAS

COPAN – ITAMAR 70 SÁB 18h – 19h30 Denise Assunção [música] LIBRAS SÁB 21h – 22h30 Zélia Duncan convida Tetê Espíndola [música] LIBRAS SÁB 23h30 – 01h Porcas Borboletas convida BNegão [música] LIBRAS DOM 02h30 – 04h André Abujamra convida Kiko Dinucci e Juçara Marçal [música] DOM 05h – 06h30 As Bahias e a Cozinha Mineira [música] DOM 07h30 – 09h Orquídeas do Brasil com Chico Chico [música] DOM 10h30 – 12h Anelis Assumpção convida Tulipa Ruiz e Negro Leo [música] DOM 13h30 -14h45h Arrigo Barnabé e Claras & Crocodilos [música] DOM 16h30 – 17h45 Alzira E convida Maria Gadú [música]

DOM JOSÉ GASPAR – CULTURA POPULAR SÁB 19h – 20h Cortejo de Bonecos Gigantes da Mantiqueira [Cultura Popular] SÁB 21h – 22h Encontro Congada de Santa Ifigênia e Congada de São Benedito [Cultura Popular] SÁB 23h – 00h Folia de Reis [Cultura Popular] DOM 01h – 02h Encontro de Rabecas SP – PR + Participação de Manoel Cordeiro [Cultura Popular] DOM 03h – 04h Quadrilha Show – Porto do Ribeira [Cultura Popular] DOM 09h – 10h Grupo Orgulho Caipira – Moda de Viola [Cultura Popular] DOM 11h – 12h Toré – Indígena Wassu Cocal [Cultura Popular] DOM 13h – 14h Balé Folclórico da Cidade – Cia. Trupé part. Brincantes Norte e Nordeste e Siba [Cultura Popular] DOM 15h – 16h Encontro de Jongo SP – RJ [Cultura Popular] DOM 17h – 18h Samba de Roda da Nega Duda [Cultura Popular]

SÃO JOÃO – MPB/SAMBA SÁB 18h – 19h30 Um Sorriso Negro – Teresa Cristina [música] SÁB 21h – 22h30 Os Filhos dos Caras [música] DOM 00h – 01h30 Diogo Nogueira [música] DOM 03h – 04h15 Xênia França convida Luedji Luna [música] DOM 9h30 – 10h30 Chico César [música] DOM 12h – 13h15 O Grande Encontro – 20 anos [música] LIBRAS DOM 14h30 -15h45 Samba da Maria – Maria Rita [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Roda de Samba da Ludmilla [música] LIBRAS

PAISSANDÚ – PIOLIN SÁB 20h – 21h Cabaré LaMínima ao Máximo [Circo] SÁB 22h – 23h Cabaré das Pílulas Cômicas [Circo] DOM 00h – 01h Um Palhaço Mal Pode Arruinar Sua Vida – Chacovachi [Circo] DOM 02h – 03h Cabaré com os melhores malabaristas da atualidade. [Circo] DOM 04h – 06h Noite dos Renegados [Circo] DOM 10h – 11h O Show da palhaça Rubra [Circo] LIBRAS DOM 12h – 13h La Gran Arena [Circo] LIBRAS DOM 14h – 15h Circo do Só Eu [Circo] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 17h Vida de Circo [Circo] LIBRAS

PAISSANDÚ – PICOLINO SÁB 19h – 20h Chocobrothers [Circo] SÁB 21h – 22h Cabaré Mundo Circus [Circo] SÁB 23h – 00h Uma Série de surpresas [Circo] DOM 01h – 02h Amor com Risco [Circo] DOM 03h – 04h Circo Jazz [Circo] DOM 05h – 06h Fechação: um cabaré queer [Circo] DOM 11h – 12h MagikaMerluza [Circo] DOM 13h – 14h Cabaré das Palhaças [Circo] DOM 15h – 16h Compilação Suno [Circo] DOM 17h – 18h Magia [Circo]

BOULEVARD SÃO JOÃO – BOULEVARD DOS PALHAÇOS SÁB 22h – 23h Pout Pourri dos Irmãos Becker [Circo] DOM 00h – 01h Circômico [Circo] DOM 02h – 03h Círculo das Salamandras [Circo] DOM 04h – 05h Circulando [Circo] DOM 10h – 11h Fanfarria [Circo] DOM 12h – 13h O Espetaculoso Espetáculo da Família Fodaccio [Circo] DOM 14h – 15h H2Oboom [Circo] DOM 16h30 – 17h30 Bloco Unidas Seguiremos [Circo]

PAISSANDÚ – CORTEJO SÁB 18h -19h Cortejo DuAlém [Circo]

ANHANGABAÚ – PLURAL SÁB 18h – 19h Palavra Cantada [música] SÁB 21h – 22h30 Ofertório – Caetano, Moreno, Zeca e Tom Veloso [música] DOM 00h – 01h30 Criolo [música] DOM 03h – 04h30 Seun Kuti & Egypt 80 part. IZA [música] DOM 09h – 10h Aline Barros [música] DOM 12h – 13h30 Anitta [música] LIBRAS DOM 14h30 – 15h30 Anavitória [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Lucas Lucco [música] LIBRAS

BARÃO DE LIMEIRA – DISCOS SÁB 18h – 19h Ângela Ro Ro / 1979 [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Odair José part. Thunderbird / Filho de José e Maria [música] DOM 00h – 01h Zezé Motta canta Luiz Melodia / Pérola Negra [música] DOM 03h – 04h Teago Oliveira, Pélico, Hélio Flanders cantam Alucinação, de Belchior [música] DOM 09h – 10h Joyce Moreno / Feminina [música] LIBRAS DOM 12h – 13h Larissa Luz canta Elza Soares / Do Cóccix Até o Pescoço [música] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Fernanda Abreu / Raio X [música] LIBRAS

BRÁULIO GOMES – CHORO SÁB 19h – 20h Quarteto Roda de Choro [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Zu Laiê [música] DOM 23h – 23h59 Fios de Choro [música] DOM 01h – 02h Choronas 25+ [música] DOM 03h – 04h Hamilton de Holanda toca Jacob do Bandolim [música] DOM 11h – 12h Brincando de Chorinho [música] DOM 13h – 14h Choro Cantado – Hilda Maria homenageia Ademilde Fonseca [música] DOM 15h – 16h Cleber Silveira Trio [música] DOM 17h – 18h Mercado do Choro [música]

ITAPETININGA – BRASIL 360 SÁB 19h – 20h Mulamba [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Bando Mastodontes [música] DOM 00h – 01h Carne Doce [música] DOM 03h – 04h Cordel do Fogo Encantado [música] DOM 06h – 07h Felipe Cordeiro part. Guitarrra das Manas e Almério [música] DOM 09h – 10h Castello part. Phill Veras [música] DOM 12h – 13h Filipe Catto part. Flaira Ferro [música] DOM 15h – 16h Aláfia [música] DOM 18h – 19h Siba [música]

PATRIARCA – EXPERIMENTA SÁB 19h – 20h Rincon Sapiência & ÀTTØØXXÁ [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Edgar participação de Rico Dalasam [música] DOM 01h – 02h30 Teto Preto e Maria Beraldo [música] *18 anos* DOM 04h – 05h Trava Línguas com Linn da Quebrada [música] *18 anos* DOM 06h – 07h Heavy Baile [música] *18 anos* DOM 08h – 09h Montage com Getúlio Abelha [música] *18 anos* DOM 11h – 12h MC Carol convida Tati Quebra Barraco [música] LIBRAS *18 anos* DOM 14h – 15h Céu & Tropkillaz apresentam Tropical Jukebox [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Afrocidade [música] LIBRAS

SÃO BENTO – RAP SÁB 18h -19h Odisseia das Flores [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Rap Plus Size [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Black Alien [música] DOM 00h – 01h Baco Exu do Blues [música] DOM 02h – 03h Flora Matos [música] DOM 04h – 05h SNJ [música] DOM 05h30 – 06h30 Recayd Mob [música] DOM 10h – 11h Don L [música] DOM 12h – 13h Rimas & Melodias [música] DOM 14h -15h MC Marechal [música] DOM 16h – 17h30 Emicida part. Mayra Andrade [música]

SÃO BENTO – BERÇO HIP HOP SÁB 18h – 19h DJ Tano [música] SÁB 19h – 20h Discípulos do Ritmo [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Nelson Triunfo & Funk Cia [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Hip Hop All Stars [música] DOM 22h – 23h Hotstepper Bgirls + DJ Tati Laser [música] DOM 23h – 23h59 BackSpin Crew [música] DOM 10h – 11h Rock Master Party [música] DOM 11h – 12h DJ MF [música] DOM 12h – 13h Soul Sisters [música] DOM 13h – 14h IDM [música] DOM 14h – 15h Bombelêla DC [música] DOM 15h – 16h DJ Basim [música] DOM 16h – 17h Tsunami All Stars [música]

PATEO DO COLLEGIO – INSTRUMENTAL SÁB 18h – 19h Carmina Burana – Orquestra Sinfônica Municipal, Coro Lírico e Coro Infantojuvenil [música] SÁB 23h – 00h Escalandrum [música] DOM 02h – 03h Orquestra Metropolitana e Rashid [música] DOM 12h – 13h Diálogo entre Música e Dança – Benjamin Taubkin e Morena Nascimento [música] DOM 15h -16h Orquestra Jazz Sinfônica [música]

LUZ – SERTANEJO SÁB 19h – 20h30 Henrique & Diego [música] SÁB 22h – 23h30 Thiago Brava [música] DOM 01h – 02h30 Roberta Miranda [música] DOM 04h – 06h Victor & Diogo [música] DOM 09h -10h30 Paula Mattos [música] DOM 12h – 13h Marcos & Belutti [música] LIBRAS DOM 14h30 – 15h30 Mano Walter [música] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Naiara Azevedo [música] LIBRAS

SÉ – MÚSICA CRISTÃ SÁB 18h – 19h Priscilla Alcântara [música] SÁB 19h15 – 19h45 Rick Digilio [ música] SÁB 20h – 21h Dunga [música] SÁB 21h15 – 21h45 Daniel Araujo [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Sarah Farias [música] SÁB 23h15 – 23h45 Ton Carfi [música] SÁB 00h – 01h Anderson Freire [música] DOM 01h15 – 01h45 Lito Atalaia [música] DOM 02h – 02h30 Pregador Luo [música] DOM 02h45 – 03h15 Ao Cubo [música] DOM 08h – 09h Coral da Escola de Música do Municipal [música] DOM 10h – 11h Banda Alma Livre [música] LIBRAS DOM 12h – 13h Laura Souguellis [música] LIBRAS DOM 13h15 – 13h45 Vocal Livre [ música] DOM 14h – 15h Kemuel [música] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 17h Rosa de Saron [música] LIBRAS Mestre de Cerimônia – Paxtorzão e Bianca Pagliarin

ROOSEVELT – ARTE NA PRAÇA SÁB 18h – 19h Palhaçaria [Circo] SÁB 20h – 21h Roleta Russa [performance] SÁB 21h – 22h Vida Bruta [espetáculo adolescente] DOM 02h – 03h Helena [teatro] – Espaço dos Satyros Um DOM 02h – 03h O Rei de Sodoma [teatro] – Estação Satyros DOM 02h30 – 03h30 Os 120 Dias de Sodoma [teatro] DOM 10h – 11h Ludiarte [contação de história] DOM 13h – 14h Que Bicho Sou Eu? [espetáculo adolescente] DOM 15h – 16h Se Liga [espetáculo de improviso]

SÁB e DOM 18h | 20h | 22h | 00h | 14h | 15h | 16h | 19h | 21h | 23h Ciclo de Leituras Dramáticas – SP Escola de Teatro – Sede Roosevelt Autores: Celso Cruz, Dione Carlos, Gabriella Melão, Paula Chagas Autran, Luh Maza, Sérgio Roveri, Zen Salles **(cada ciclo com duração de 01h)

GALERIA OLIDO ● A Voz e o Violão… O Piano e a Cantora SÁB 19h – 20h Graça Cunha e Dino Barioni [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Virgínia Rosa e Ogair Júnior [música] SÁB 23h – 00h Lady Zu e João Cristal [música] DOM 01h – 02h Cida Moreira [música] DOM 12h – 13h Amanda Acosta e Demian Pinto [música] DOM 14h – 15h Tania Alves e Jorge Ervolini [música] DOM 16h – 17h Jane Duboc e Ogair Júnior [música]

● Dança SÁB 18h – 19h Ilis – Fabiana Nunes e Lavínia Bizzotto [Mostra Dança e Gênero] SÁB 20h – 21h Salão [Mostra Dança e Gênero] SÁB 22h – 23h Sobre Rabas, Pepecas e Dancinhas [Mostra Dança e Gênero] DOM 00h – 01h Sangue [Mostra Dança e Gênero] DOM 02h – 03h Kiki SP Vogue Jam [Mostra Dança e Gênero] DOM 13h – 14h Dança em Quadrinhos – Cia Animatrix [dança] DOM 15h – 16h Dos olhares Nasce o Grito – Núcleo Iêê [dança] DOM 17h – 18h Sob a Pele – TF Style Dança [dança]

● Cinema | em parceria com Spcine Esquenta In-Edit e Curtas Kinoforum SÁB 20h e DOM 14h15 Sessões Curtas Kinoforum: Visões da Cidade [cinema] SÁB 18h – 19h33 Eat that question – Frank Zappa in his own words [cinema] SÁB 22h15 – 23h57 One more time with feeling – Nick Cave [cinema] DOM 00h30 – 02h01 Paco de Lucia – La búsqueda [cinema] DOM 10h – 11h30 Pulp. A film about life, death and supermarkets [cinema] DOM 12h – 14h Mr. Dynamite. The rise of James Brown [cinema] DOM 15h45 – 17h32 Grace Jones: Bloodlight and Bami [cinema] DOM 18h – 19h31 Finding Joseph I: The HR from the Bad Brains Documentary [cinema]

● Exposição DOM 15h INSUSTENTÁVEIS Visita Guiada e conversa com as artistas Beatriz Evrard e Bia Ferrer

● Centro de Memória do Circo SÁB 18h30 | 19h30 | 20h30 e DOM 11h | 13h | 15h | 17h Visita mediada à exposição Hoje tem espetáculo do Centro de Memória do Circo [exposição]

THEATRO MUNICIPAL – MULTICULTURAL SÁB 19h – 20h30 Antígona, com Andrea Beltrão [teatro] SÁB 23h – 00h30 Terreiro Urbano – Treme Terra Convida Z´África Brasil e Lirinha [música] DOM 02h – 03h PRETAS – As Bahias +Drik Barbosa + Jup do Bairro & Linn da Quebrada + Luedji Luna [música] DOM 11h – 12h Música Clássica Para Crianças com Orquestra Sinfônica Infantojuvenil e Intervenções de palhaços [música e Intervenção] LIBRAS DOM 14h – 15h Abraço ViraHonk! SP [música] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 17h Orquestra Experimental de Repertório com Branco Mello e Miranda Kassin [música] LIBRAS

Cúpula do Theatro Municipal Experiência no Theatro Municipal – Conduzido por personagens, fantasmas que habitam o Municipal de São Paulo, o público passa por lugares desconhecidos e misteriosos até encontrar uma apresentação do Coral Paulistano. SÁB 20h – 21h e das 22h30 – 23h30 Experiência no Theatro Municipal e apresentação do Coral Paulistano [música]

ViraHonk! SP Em frente ao Theatro Municipal SÁB 18h às 19h40 Ôncalo [música] SÁB 19h40 às 21h20 Fanfarra Clandestina [música] SÁB 21h20 às 23h Skaravana [música] SÁB 23h à 00h40 Unidos do Swing [música] DOM 00h40 às 2h20 Fanfarra Black Clube [música] DOM 02h20 às 04h Ataque Brasil [música] DOM 04h às 05h40 Manada [música] DOM 8h às 9h30 POIN: Pequena Orquestra Interativa [música] DOM 9h30 às 11h A Espetacular Charanga do França [música] DOM 11h às 12h30 Bloco de Pífanos [música] DOM 12h30 às 14h Cornucópia Desvairada [música] DOM 14h às 15h30 Os Siderais + Circo Sideral [música] DOM 15h30 às 16h30 3FRANCS6SOUS [música] DOM 16h30 às 18h Cumbia Calavera [música]

CÂMARA MUNICIPAL CULTURAL SÁB 18h – 19h Graça Braga homenageia Beth Carvalho [música] SÁB 20h – 21h Jogando Tango – Danzarin [música] SÁB e DOM 21h – 01h Festa Je Treme [festa] DOM 10h – 11h Cortejo Suno [circo] DOM 10h – 16h Palhaços Bolhadores [intervenção] DOM 12h – 13h Picanha de Chernobil [música] DOM 14h – 15h Miriânes canta Gonzaguinha – Pegou um Sonho e Partiu [música] DOM 15h -16h Reprise [circo] DOM 16h – 17h Markinhos Moura canta Elis [música]

CÂMARA MUNICIPAL – VIRADINHA DOM 10h – 16h Cama elástica [brinquedos] DOM 10h – 16h Pintura de rosto [recreação] DOM 11h – 12h Tabuleiro de Renações [contação de história] DOM 12h – 13h Clara Dum – Hora de Musicar [oficina] DOM 13h – 14h Odisseia [contação de história] DOM 15h – 16h La Mínima [circo]

CÂMARA MUNICIPAL – CINEMA Sala Sérgio Vieira de Mello (84 lugares) SÁB 18h – 19h05 Dumbo SÁB 19h30 – 20h58 Pinóquio SÁB 21h15 – 22h30 Alice no país das maravilhas SÁB 22h45 – 00h14 A bela e a fera DOM 00h30 – 02h Aladdin DOM 02h15 – 03h33 Mogli, o menino lobo DOM 04h – 05h28 O rei leão DOM 05h45 – 07h08 A pequena sereia DOM 07h30 – 08h51 Pocahontas DOM 09h15 – 10h43 Mulan DOM 11h – 12h18 Bernardo e Bianca DOM 12h45 – 14h50 Fantasia DOM 15h15 – 16h33 Aristogatas DOM 16h – 17h21 O Galinho Chicken Little

MERCADO MUNICIPAL – SAMBA DOM 12h – 13h Pagode da 27 [música] DOM 14h – 15h Samba da Vela [música] DOM 16h – 17h Samba na Laje [música]

FESTAS

CENTRO VELHO ● LARGO DO CAFÉ SÁB 18h – 00h Blum [festa] DOM 00h – 06h House Of Divas [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Cremosa [festa]

● XV DE NOVEMBRO SÁB e DOM 18h – 01h15 Batalha de Passinho convida Jojo Todynho [festa] DOM 01h30 – 04h30 Batekoo [festa] DOM 04h45 – 07h30 Bandida coletivo + BadSista [festa] DOM 11h – 13h Velcro [festa] DOM 13h – 15h Chorume [festa] DOM 15h – 16h Deize Tigrona [festa] DOM 16h – 17h Ralachão [festa]

● JOSÉ BONIFÁCIO X PAULO EGÍDIO SÁB 18h – 00h Zaragata [festa] DOM 00h – 06h Vampire Haus [festa] DOM 12h – 18h coletividade.NÁMÍBIÀ [festa]

● CORETO DA BOLSA – Praça Antônio Prado SÁB 18h – 00h Chernobyl [festa] DOM 00h – 06h Helipa LGBT [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Lésbica Futurista [festa]

● XV DE NOVEMBRO X ANCHIETA SÁB 18h – 00h Penharol [festa] DOM 00h – 06h Wine [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Amem [festa]

● JOÃO BRÍCOLA X BOA VISTA SÁB 19h – 22h Dominação – A Batalha – pocket show Karen Santana [festa] SÁB 21h30 – 00h Batalha da Matrix – pocket-show MR-13 [festa] DOM 00h – 02h30 Batalha da Leste – pocket-show Bia D’Oxum [festa] DOM 02h30 – 05h Batalha da Aldeia – pocket-show Aldeia Records [festa] DOM 13h – 17h Batalha FINAL [festa]

● LARGO SÃO FRANCISCO SÁB E DOM 18h – 06h e das 12h – 18h MAREH feat. DJ Darryn Jones+++ [festa]

CENTRO NOVO ● PRAÇA DAS ARTES SÁB e DOM 22h – 05h Gop Tun [festa] DOM 16h – 17h Jetlag Music [DJ]

● PRAÇA ALFREDO ISSA SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Dubversão Sistema de Som [festa]

● CÁSPER LÍBERO SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Radiola + Criolina [festa]

● 24 DE MAIO SÁB 18h – 23h59 Pratododia [festa] SÁB 00h – 06h Calefação Tropicaos [festa] DOM 12h – 18h †Procissão† [festa]

● AURORA X VIEIRA DE CARVALHO SÁB 18h – 23h59 Brutus [festa] SÁB 00h – 06h Ursound [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Toda Grandona [festa]

● 7 DE ABRIL X DOM JOSÉ DE BARROS SÁB 18h – 23h59 Charme de Madureira [festa] SÁB 00h – 06h Gosto Pessoal [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Som do Bom [festa]

● CONSELHEIRO CRISPINIANO SÁB 18h – 23h59 Patuá DJs [festa] SÁB 00h – 06h Sintonia – DJ’s KL Jay, Ajamu, Marco e Will [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Forró dos Ratos [festa]

● MARCONI SÁB 18h – 23h59 PSICO.TRóPICA [festa] SÁB 00h – 06h Venga, Venga! [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Pilantragi [festa]

● AROUCHE X AURORA QUEERMESSE SÁB 18h – 20h Minhoqueens [festa] SÁB 20h – 22h Meu Santo É Pop [festa] SÁB 22h – 00h Festa VHS [festa] DOM 00h – 02h Agrada Gregos [festa] DOM 02h – 04h Sereianos [festa] DOM 04h – 06h Rebobinights [festa] DOM 06h – 08h Festa Kevin [festa] DOM 08h – 10h Chacoalha Bichona [festa] DOM 10h – 12h Desculpa Qualquer Coisa [festa] DOM 12h – 14h Pardieiro [festa] DOM 14h – 16h Catuaba a Festa [festa] DOM 16h – 18h Queermesse [festa]

● WASHINGTON LUÍS ARENA AMPLI – FYAH SP SÁB 18h – 19h Shack Attack [festa] SÁB 19h – 20h Aqualtune Sistema de Som [festa] SÁB 20h – 21h U DuB 420 Sound Sistema [festa] SÁB 21h – 22h Terceiro Mundo Sound System [festa] SÁB 22h30 – 00h Rockers Sound System [festa] DOM 00h – 01h Black Sun [festa] DOM 01h30 – 03h Leão Conquistador Sistema de Som [festa] DOM 03h – 04h30 I Land Rebel Sound System [festa] DOM 4h30 – 06h U DuB 420 Sound Sistema [festa]

INTERVENÇÕES* SÁB e DOM 20h | 22h | 14h | 16h Dom José de Barros – Casada Consigo Mesma [circo] SÁB e DOM 20h – 02h | 10h – 18h Largo do Paissandú x Dom José de Barros – Um Toque de Circo [programação itinerante] SÁB e DOM 21h – 03h Largo do Paissandú x Dom José de Barros – Intervenções Lumínicas [circo] [programação itinerante] SÁB e DOM 00h – 01h São Luiz e das 02h30 – 03h30 na Ipiranga – Pássaros [circo] [programação itinerante] DOM 00h – 05h Rua Álvares Penteado – Mastur Bar [performance] *18 anos* SÁB e DOM 22h30 – 01h30 | 10h – 15h30 Viaduto do Chá – Corpos Suspensos [circo] [dança] SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Praça da República | Ipiranga, 80 | Itapetininga, 45 | 24 de Maio, 213 – Cidade Viva [artes visuais] SÁB e DOM 18h – 03h | 09h – 18h Viaduto do Chá – A Rua É Clássica [dança] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Pateo do Collegio – Vídeo Pátio | VJ Robson Victor / Sketchbook [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 19h – 04h | 09h – 16h Praça da República – Asas de Arquimedes [circo] SÁB e DOM 18h – 04h | 12h30 – 16h São Bento x Boa Vista x XV de Novembro x Coreto da Bolsa – Asas de Arquimedes [circo] [programação itinerante] SÁB e DOM 18h – 04h | 12h30 – 16h Largo do Paissandu x Dom José de Barros – Asas de Arquimedes [circo] [programação itinerante] SÁB e DOM 22h – 04h | 10h – 13h Ipiranga x São João – Asas de Arquimedes [circo] [programação itinerante] SÁB e DOM 20h – 04h e das 11h – 18h Praça dos Correios Intervenção Cia K e Cia [circo] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Vale do Anhangabaú – LabLUXZ_ translas3r LAERTE [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Praça da República – Virados no Karaokê [música] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h São Bento, 192 – corpo luz [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h São Bento x Miguel Couto – Termômetro [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Viaduto Santa Efigênia – Bolhas in the City [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Boa Vista – Blues Moon [audiovisual] [música] SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Praça Dom José Gaspar – Intervenção de Cultura Popular [instalação] SÁB 19h30 – 20h30 São João x Ipiranga x Cásper Líbero – Desfile de comissões de frente, mestre-salas e porta-bandeiras [música] [dança] [programação itinerante] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Edf. Sampaio Moreira – Incertezas Invisíveis [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Praça da República – Lindo, Leve e Solto [instalação] SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Vieira de Carvalho – Camarim da Virada [instalação] SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Boulevard São João – Guarda-chuva [artes visuais] SÁB e DOM 18h – 02h30 | 08h30 – 17h45 Boulevard São João – Tem Circo na São João SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Praça das Artes – Sombras [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 17h – 01h Dom José de Barros VOID Segura a Onda [intervenção musical] SÁB e DOM 22h – 05h Quitanda – Ragga Punk Party Rebelde [DJ] [VJ] DOM 14h – 16h30 Escadaria do Theatro Municipal – Asas de Arquimedes [circo] * interações pontuais realizadas nos intervalos indicados

CONSOLAÇÃO – CORTEJOS CARNAVALESCOS

SÁB 18h – 20h Bloco Charanga do França [música] SÁB 20h – 22h Blocos Me Lembra que eu Vou convida Esfarrapados [música] SÁB 22h – 02h Bloco Casa Comigo [música] DOM 02h – 05h Bloco Gambiarra, A Festa part. Ludmilla Anjos [música] DOM 10h – 12h Bloco Pagu [música] DOM 12h – 14h30 Bloco Domingo Ela Não Vai part. Sheila Mello [música] DOM 14h30 – 17h Bloco Tarado Ni Você [música] DOM 17h – 19h Ilu Obá De Min & Ilê Aiyê – Cortejo de encerramento da Virada [música]

SACADAS

● CASA DE FRANCISCA SÁB 20h- 21h Fabiana Cozza canta D. Ivone Lara [música] SÁB 22h – 23h Alessandra Leão, Karina Buhr e Isaar [música] DOM 00h – 01h Junio Barreto convida Zé Manoel e Lívia Mattos [música] DOM 02h – 03h Tulipa Ruiz [música] DOM 12h – 13h Grand Bazaar [música] DOM 13h40 e 15h40 A Sanfonástica Mulher Lona [música] DOM 14h – 15h POIN – Pequena Orquestra Interativa [música] DOM 16h – 17h Mariana Aydar [música]

● ÓPERA – Ipiranga x São João SÁB e DOM 19h – 15h30 REPERTÓRIO O mio babbino caro (G. Puccini) | Bachianas Brasileiras .5 – Aria (Heitor Villa-Lobos) | Canto della terra (Francesco Sartori / Letra: Lucio Quarantotto) | Con te partiro (Francesco Sartori / Letra: Lucio Quarantotto) | Dueto das Flores (L. Delibes) | O fantasma da Ópera (A. L. Webber / Letra: Charles Hart) | La donna e mobile (G. Verdi) Brindisi (G. Verdi) | Nessun Dorma (G. Puccini) | Sole Mio (Eduardo di Capua / Letra: G. Capurro) | Vivo Per lei (V. Zelli, M. Mengali) | The prayer (D. Foster, C. B. Sager, A. Testa e T. Renis) [música]

● ROCK – Edifício Sampaio Moreira SÁB 18h – 19h Victor Rice e convidados [música] SÁB 21h – 22h Orquestra Vermelha [música] DOM 00h – 01h Bixiga 70 [música] DOM 03h – 04h Berra Boi e Kastrup [música] DOM 11h – 12h Muntchako [música] DOM 14h – 15h Baleia [música] DOM 17h – 18h A Banda Mais Bonita Da Cidade [música]

● SERESTA – Hotel América do Sul SÁB 19h30 – 20h30 Oswaldo Bosbah e Mirianês Zabot cantam Vinicius de Moraes [música] SÁB 20h30 – 21h30 Raimundo José homenageia os Grandes Seresteiros do Brasil [música] SÁB 22h30 – 23h30 Seresteiro Ao Luar [música] SÁB e DOM 23h30 – 00h30 Fábio Jorge Chanson Françoise [música] DOM 01h30 – 02h30 Hugo Lafayete – Cem anos de Adelino Moreira [música] DOM 11h30 – 12h30 Diva Maria homenageia cantoras do rádio [música] DOM 13h10 – 14h Silvana & Ronaldo Rayol – Boleros Inolvidables [música] DOM 14h00 – 15h Dani Matos canta Adoniran Barbosa e Paulo Vanzolini [música] DOM 16h30 – 17h30 Roberto Seresteiro – Memórias musicais de São Paulo [música]

BIBLIOTECA MÁRIO DE ANDRADE SÁB 18h00 | 19h30 |21h50 | 23h50 VIBRA – Eleonora Fabião [intervenção artística] SÁB 18h30 – 19h10 Zezé Motta lê Stella do Patrocínio [literatura] SÁB 20h30 – 21h30 Cooperifa – Sérgio Vaz [literatura] SÁB 22h30 – 23h30 Sarau do Binho – Suzi Soares[intervenção artística] DOM 00h30 – 02h00 TRANSarau + performance trans de Vicente Perrotta [intervenção artística] DOM 03h – 04h Slam da Guilhermina [intervenção artística] DOM 05h – 06h Slam do Corpo [intervenção artística] DOM 07h – 08h Slam do 13 – João Victor Cayres [intervenção artística] DOM 09h – 10h Sarau do Burro – Daniel Minchoni [intervenção artística] DOM 11h – 12h Slam das Minas – Pam Araujo [intervenção artística] LIBRAS DOM 13h – 14h Sarau das Pretas – Nathalie Mendes Sistig [intervenção artística] LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Slam da Resistência – Lica [intervenção artística] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Sarau dos mesquiteiros – Rodrigo Ciríaco [intervenção artística] LIBRAS

BIBLIOTECA MONTEIRO LOBATO – VIRADINHA Com acampamento! [Infantil] SÁB 18h30 – 00h Brincadeiras de roda [Infantil] SÁB 18h30 – 20h Chegada – montagem de barracas [infantil] SÁB 20h15 – 21h Contação de histórias de terror – Kiara Terra [contação de história] [infantil] SÁB 22h – 23h30 Projeção do filme: D.P.A. Detetives do Prédio Azul [cinema] [infantil] SÁB 00h Hora de dormir [infantil] DOM 08h Hora de acordar [infantil] DOM 10h – 18h Brinquedos infláveis DOM 10h – 11h Arraial da Trupe [música] [infantil]LIBRAS DOM 10h – 17h Oficina: Slime [oficina] [infantil] DOM 10h – 12h Oficina de Stencil [oficina] [infantil] DOM 10h – 14h Camarim Mirim [infantil] DOM 10h – 18h Brincadeiras de roda [infantil] DOM 10h – 18h Pintura de rosto [infantil] DOM 10h – 11h30 Oficina: Escultura de bambolê [oficina] [infantil] DOM 11h30 – 13h Oficina: Mad Science – O Mundo Gelado [oficina] [infantil] DOM 11h30 – 12h30 Isadora Canto [música] [infantil] DOM 12h – 13h Nerina a Ovelha Negra [teatro] [infantil] LIBRAS DOM 13h – 14h30 Oficina: Escultura de bambolê [oficina] [infantil] DOM 14h – 14h45 Dinah [contação de história] [infantil] LIBRAS DOM 14h – 16h Oficina: Mad Science – Laboratório de Agente secreto [oficina] [infantil] DOM 15h – 16h Planeta Oca [música] [infantil]LIBRAS DOM 15h – 17h Oficina: Oficina de fantasias [oficina] [infantil] DOM 15h – 17h Oficina: Instrumento musical – Xequerê [oficina] [infantil] DOM 15h – 15h45 Três Marias e Um João [contação de história] [infantil] LIBRAS DOM 16h – 16h45 Saduci [contação de história] [infantil] LIBRAS DOM 17h – 18h Sainha de Chita [música] [infantil] LIBRAS

SESCs

SESC 24 DE MAIO SÁB 18h Brincantes – Efeito Colateral – Felipe Vasconcelos [dança] SÁB 18h Amaro Freitas [música] SÁB 19h e 22h Tom Zé [música] SÁB 19h30 CinePiscina – Uma cilada para Roger Rabitt [cinema e vídeo] SÁB 20h e 23h A Procissão – Gero Camilo [teatro] SÁB 20h30 e DOM 13h30 Mágica com Tecnologia – Eduardo Braz [circo] SÁB 21h e DOM 17h FIM – Grupo Vão [dança] SÁB 21h30 CinePiscina – Depois de Horas [cinema e vídeo] SÁB 22h Jamzz- Cristian Duarte [dança] SÁB 23h30 CinePiscina – Cidade dos Sonhos [cinema e vídeo] DOM 01h Bacamarte [música] DOM 12h, 16h e 17h O Chef Convida [alimentação] DOM 12h30 às 16h O que ali se viu – Coletivo Teatro Dodecafônico [teatro] DOM 14h – 18h Cidadão Instigado – Cine Concerto do filme O Mágico de Oz [música] DOM 14h Eva Furnari conta histórias de seu universo nonsense – Eva Furnari [literatura] DOM 14h Eu que fiz – Impressões e Técnicas manuais para crianças [artes visuais] DOM 14h30 Intervenção artística em fotografias digitais [artes visuais] DOM 16h O insólito canto da Literatura – Canto Livro – participação de Swami Jr. e Pratinha [literatura]

SESC AVENIDA PAULISTA SAB e DOM 10h – 03h e 10h – 18h30 O Tempo Mata – Imagem em Movimento na Julia Stoschek Collection [artes Visuais] SÁB 18h Passarinho quer dançar [circo] SÁB 18h30 e DOM 17h30 Show de Aplauso – Palhaça Rubra e Palhaço Adão [circo] SÁB 18h30 – 20h Culinária X-Tudo [alimentação] SÁB 19h Você é da caravana de onde? [teatro] SÁB 19h – 01h Explode TV! [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 19h e DOM 14h Abertura extraordinária: Máquina de Rube Goldberg [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 19h New Generation [teatro] SÁB 19h30 e 21h30 e DOM 16h e 18h VideoCriatura: Bolero Singer [artes visuais] SÁB 20h e DOM 12h Você na Telinha [artes visuais] SÁB 20h30 Dança do Ventre [esporte e atividade física] SÁB 21h Sessão da madrugada [cinema e vídeo] SÁB 21h – 02h Clímax: Uma Trilha Sonora “Over The Top” [música] SÁB 21h Game Antigos [tecnologias e artes] SÁB 21h e DOM 18h As Bahias e a Cozinha Mineira [música] SÁB 22h – 04h Mexidão! Boia Quente na Madugada [alimentação] SÁB 22h Lambada [esporte e atividade física] SÁB 22h Reportagem: Em Campo, nas Páginas e nas Telas – Com Caco Barcellos SÁB 23h Vale a Pena Ouvir de Novo – Adryana Ribeiro, Simony e As Frenéticas. [música] SÁB 23h30 e DOM 00h30 e 1h30 SóLadies in.press – Nossa Imprensa Oficiosa [circo] DOM 01h O Fino da Bossa – Luciana Mello e Pedro Mariano [música] DOM 03h Deborah Blando [música] DOM 11h Bunytos de Corpo [música] DOM 11h Canta Inezita – Celia & Celma, Maria Alcina, Consuelo de Paula e Claudio Lacerda [Música] DOM 11h e 14h30 Mundo de Beakman: Experiências Óticas [tecnologias e artes] DOM 12h Banda Estralo nos Programas Infantis [Música] DOM 12h e 16h Contação de Histórias com Objetos [crianças / literatura] DOM 13h Dançando como nos Videoclipes [esporte e atividade física] DOM 14h Histórias da Sherazade [crianças / literatura] DOM 14h30 Criação de Animação com Massinha [crianças] DOM 15h30 Os gols mais exaltados dos anos 80 – Narração e Comentários [esporte e atividade física]

SESC BOM RETIRO SÁB 17h30 Passos de Dança – Samba rock – Com Nando Sagatiba [dança] SÁB 18h DJ Evelyn Cristina [música] SÁB 18h – 19h30 Sandália de Prata – Participação: BNegão [música] SÁB 18h30 – 19h, 20h30 – 22h e 22h30 – 23h59 Ponto De Encontro – Com Coletivo As Rutes [literatura] SÁB 19h30 Passos de Dança – Ritmos Latinos – Com Casa de Dança Carlinhos de Jesus [dança] SÁB 20h – 21h30 Havana Brasil – Participação: Marina de la Riva [música] SÁB 21h30 Passos de Dança – Black Music/ Charme – Com Magoo e Carol Grande e Oficial Galera do Passinho [dança] SÁB 22h – 23h30 Black Mantra Participação: Gerson King e Thaíde [música] SÁB 23h30 Passos de Dança – Funk [dança] SÁB 00h – 01h30 Linn da Quebrada e Deize Tigrona [música] DOM 11h – 12h e 13h – 14h No breque do baile – Cia Navega Jangada [música] DOM 12h Grupo Triii 10 Anos [crianças] DOM 14h Passos de Dança – Estilos Variados – Com Casa de Dança Carlinhos de Jesus [dança] DOM 14h30 – 16h Sr. Gonzales Serenata Orquestra – Participação: Edith Veiga [música] DOM 16h Moçambique Estrela Guia [ações para cidadania]

SESC CARMO SÁB 16h -23h Symbiosis – Roberta Carvalho [artes visuais] SÁB 18h – 23h Mostra Amazônia Mapping: olhares do norte – Roberta Carvalho [artes visuais] SÁB 18h Food Show – Amanda Vasconcelos, do Casa Tucupi [alimentação] SÁB 18h Garrafadas de poesia, com Cia Eureka [Literatura] SÁB 18h45 Pai D’égua – Grupo de carimbó e danças amazônicas [Dança] SÁB 19h30 Pinduca convida Aíla e Natália Matos [Música] SÁB 20h45 Je treme mon amour [Música] SÁB 21h30 Felipe Cordeiro e Manoel Cordeiro convidam Jaloo e Luê [Música]

SESC CENTRO DE PESQUISA E FORMAÇÃO SÁB 10h A Guerra Civil Espanhola e o Retrocesso Civilizatório do Franquismo – Enrique Padros [ações para cidadania] SÁB 13h Dança Flamenca: AFETO – Capítulo 1, Lorca – Cia Flamenca Ale Kalaf [dança] SÁB 14h30 Teatro de García Lorca e a Arte que se Levanta da Vida – Syntia Alves [ações para cidadania] SÁB 17h Cancioneiro de Lorca – Duo Cancionâncias [música] SÁB 19h30 Conferência de Garcia Lorca “Teoria e Prática do Duende” – Dinho Lima Flor, Rodrigo Mercadante, Junu, William Guedes [teatro] SÁB 21h Flamenco – Arte Nômade [dança]

CINESESC SÁB 18h – 19h32 Ou Tudo ou Nada [cinema e vídeo] SÁB 21h – 22h58 Os Embalos de Sábado à Noite [cinema e vídeo] SÁB 23h58 – 03h23 Boogie Nights – Prazer Sem Limites[cinema e vídeo]

SESC CONSOLAÇÃO SÁB 18h e 21h30 Transgressores pela própria natureza [teatro] SÁB 18h – 20h e 22h – 00h e DOM 17h59 – 19h59 Mississipi [teatro] SÁB 19h Micronarrativas poéticas [literatura] SÁB 20h, 22h30 e 23h15 Tá tudo treta e a poesia rege [teatro] SÁB 20h30 TRANSarau [literatura] DOM 11h – 12h e 13h – 14h A arca de Noé – André Abujamra e convidados [música]

SESC PARQUE DOM PEDRO II SÁB 18h Cidade Negra [música] DOM 13h – 14h e 15h – 16h Casada Consigo Mesma – Cia. Asfalto de Poesia [circo] DOM 14h30 – 15h30 Bichos do Brasil – Pia Fraus [teatro] DOM 16h QFC – Batalhas improvisadas

Corredor Paulista

● CENTRO CULTURAL FIESP SÁB 10h – 22h e DOM 10h – 20h “Leonilson: arquivo e memória vivos” [exposição] SÁB 10h – 22h e DOM 10h – 20h “Solfejo” [exposição] SÁB e DOM 14h Tatá, o Travesseiro – Arsenal Cia de Teatro [teatro] SÁB e DOM 19h As Cangaceiras, guerreiras do sertão [musical] *12 anos* SÁB 20h30 Poesias ao vento SÁB 21h30 Cinema ao ar livre – As Boas Maneiras [cinema] *14 anos* DOM 14h Pê Éfe [música] DOM 16h Zé Eduardo [música]

● ITAÚ CULTURAL SÁB 11h – 02h DOM 11h – 20h Consciência Cibernética [?] Horizonte Quântico [exposição] SÁB 11h – 02h DOM 11h – 20h Coleção Brasiliana [exposição] SÁB 11h – 02h DOM 11h – 20h Ocupação Gregori Warchavchik [exposição] SÁB e DOM 11h – 17h Cantinho de Leitura [literatura] SÁB 18h – 19h O príncipe da Dinamarca [teatro] LIBRAS SÁB 21h – 22h Espetáculo Galo Índio [teatro] LIBRAS SAB 23h30 – 23h45 Performance com Bárbara Francesquine [performance] LIBRAS DOM 00h – 01h30 Cabaré circense da virada [circo] [teatro] LIBRAS DOM 00h, 00h30, 08h e 08h30 Meditação Heartfulness *15 anos* sujeito à lotação DOM 09h – 11h Café da manhã com as crianças – um desjejum com a energia e alegria do circo [circo] DOM 09h30 – 11h30 Mágica close up LIBRAS DOM 11h – 13h Vivência de circo para crianças [circo] LIBRAS DOM 10h30 – 11h10 Mira [teatro] DOM 12h – 12h50 Contação Virados no Cordel – Grupo Parampará [contação de história] LIBRAS DOM 14h – 14h30 e 16h – 16h30 A Não Ser | Pocket de Poesia LIBRAS DOM 15h – 16h Flou | Ieltxu Martinez Ortueta [teatro] LIBRAS

● MASP MÚSICA E CINEMA NO VÃO | parceria com a Spcine SÁB 18h30 – 20h30 A Hora da Estrela [cinema] SÁB 20h45 – 22h35 A Margem – sessão com trilha ao vivo: Kiko Dinucci & Cadu Tenório [cinema] [música] DOM 23h15 – 00h50 A Hora e Vez De Augusto Matraga [cinema] DOM 01h10 – 02h45 São Paulo S/A – sessão com trilha ao vivo: Bodes & Elefantes [cinema] [música]

DOM 03h15 – 05h05 O Beijo no Asfalto [cinema]

DOM 00h – 06h Mapping no MASP [artes visuais]

EXPOSIÇÕES SÁB 18h – 00h e DOM 10h – 18h Tarsila Popular [Exposição] Lina Bo Bardi: Habitat [Exposição] Sala de Vídeo: Akosua Adoma Owusu [Exposição] Acervo em transformação: Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago no Masp [Exposição] Djanira: A memória de seu povo [Exposição]

● INSTITUTO MOREIRA SALLES EXPOSIÇÕES SÁB e DOM 10h – 20h Letizia Battaglia: Palermo [Exposição] Sergio Larrain: um retângulo na mão [Exposição] Marc Ferrez: Território e imagem [Exposição]

OFICINA SÁB 19h – 21h30 Desenhos sobre a Paulista com Paulo Von Poser *a partir de 18 anos* [oficina]

PERFORMANCE SÁB 20h – 21h30 Passagens: Sergio Larrain, Nicanor e Violeta Parra. Um percurso poético pela exposição Sergio Larrain com Alberto Martins, Joana Barossi e Cide Piquet [oficina]

CINEMA DOM 00h – 01h13 Sessão da Meia-Noite – Cemitério maldito (Pet Sematary) [cinema]

● PAULISTA ABERTA – SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h SÁB e DOM 19h – 06hMonumenta [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 19h – 06hM-V-F | em parceria com a Spcine [audiovisual] SÁB e DOM 22h – 02h e 10h – 16h Circo em Festa SÁB e DOM 19h – 19h30, 22h – 22h30, 00h – 00h30, 02h – 02h30 Móbile [intervenção artística] SÁB e DOM 18h – 04h Dois Girassóis [intervenção musical] SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h Campo Minado – Aline Vieira, Akin Deckard, Fernando Denti e Renato Custodio [intervenção] SÁB 19h Bloco Jah É [música] SÁB 20h Bollywood Brazil Group [dança] SÁB e DOM- 22h – 02h Santo Forte [festa] DOM 02h – 06h Lunática [festa] DOM 12h – 18h Bikebeats [festa]

DOM 10h – 16h PAULISTA Viradinha [ infantil]

● JAPAN HOUSE | SÁB 18h – 00h e DOM 10h – 18h Japão 47 Artesãos [exposição] SÁB 11h, 14h30, 18h, 19h30, 21h e 22h e DOM 11h e 14h30 Visitas guiadas DOM 10h – 18h Venda de sorvetes de sabores nipônicos Sorvetes elaborados pela chef Marcia Garbin, da Gelato Boutique, nos sabores matchá, caramelo de missô, mochi, limão siciliano com shissô, sakura com ruby e um sabor exclusivo em homenagem à Japan House São Paulo.

● CASA DAS ROSAS SÁB e DOM 10h – 02h 10h – 18h Visitação ao museu SÁB 19h Sarau Poesia Expandida [sarau] SÁB 21h Coral da Casa das Rosas [música] SÁB 22h Sessão Jardim Paradiso Especial: “Cinema noir” – Segredo das Jóias, de John Huston [cinema] DOM 00h – Sessão Jardim Paradiso Especial “Cinema noir” – Pacto de Sangue, de Billy Wilder [cinema] DOM 15h – 15h30 Expresso Poesia: O Stand-up Poético da Casa das Rosas por Moreira de Acopiara

Museus do Estado

● Estação Pinacoteca SÁB e DOM 10h – 18h Artur Lescher: Suspensão – 4º andar [Exposição] SÁB e DOM 14h30 Visitas Educativas – Artur Lescher [Exposição]

● Pinacoteca do Estado SÁB e DOM 10h – 18h Sala A: Seção (prisma fumê), 2012, de Marcius Galan[Exposição] Sala B, Lição de mimese (2004-2006), de Débora Bolsoni [Exposição] Sala C, Chance (2015- 2017), de Regina Parra [Exposição] Sala D, Primeira pedra (2015-2016), de Matheus Rocha Pitta Ernesto Neto: Sopro – 1º andar [Exposição] SÁB 14h30 Visitas Educativas – Arte no Brasil: uma história na Pinacoteca de São Paulo [Exposição] DOM 10h30 Visitas Educativas – Ernesto Neto: Sopro [Exposição]

● Museu de Arte Sacra SÁB e DOM 9h – 17h Oficina de Estampas Urbanas [oficinas]

CENTRO CULTURAL BANCO DO BRASIL Japão Drama e Humor [cinema] A mostra traz filmes que abordam a diversidade do cinema japonês apresentando a cultura e a tradição em diversos temas. Variedade de títulos de drama, romance e comédia ambientados em diferentes épocas. SÁB 14h40 Vôo Feliz *12 anos* SÁB 16h40 Um Conto Sobre a Culinária Samurai – Uma Verdadeira História de Amor *12 anos* SÁB 19h Em Busca do Arco-Íris *12 anos* DOM 14h Todo Dia é Dia de Férias *12 anos* DOM 16h O Cozinheiro do Pólo Sul *12 anos* DOM 18h30 Sonho de Uma Noite de Verão *16 anos*

SÁB 10h – 12h e 14h – 16h Programa educativo – Lugar de Criação Especial – Cultura Tradição e Futuro. Evento integrante da 17ª Semana Nacional dos Museus SÁB 11h Vamos comprar um poeta [teatro infanto-juvenil] Ingressos a partir de R$ 15,00 SÁB 20h O pirotécnico Zacarias – Murilo Rubião 100 anos [teatro] *14 anos* Ingressos a partir de R$ 15,00

Adesão

PRAÇA PAULO SELLA NETO – Vila Maria DOM 12h – 18h Trezeroots Sistema de Som [música]

PAULISTA – alt nº 900 DOM 13h – 18h Projeto Forró dos Amigos [dança] [música]

HOTEL TRANSAMÉRICA PARADISE SÁB 21h Casal TPM [teatro] *12 anos* Retirada de ingressos com uma hora de antecedência

MONKEY CLUB SÁB 19h – 20h Leitura e debate do espetáculo Página em Branco [teatro] *14 anos* Retirada de ingressos com 1h de antecedência

MONKEY CLUB SÁB 22h – 23h Cineclube Vertigo [cinema] *18 anos* Retirada de Ingressos com 1h de antecedência

BEATMASTERS – Audio Innovations DOM 15h – 17h Workshop de Produção Musical *14 anos* Retirada de Ingressos enviar e-mail para contato [email protected]

ESPAÇO DE PROVOCAÇÃO CULTURAL SÁB 20h e DOM 18h Os Outros Papéis, o Ensaio [teatro] *16 anos* Retirada de Ingressos: Com 1 hora de antecedência

JARDIN DO CENTRO SÁB 18h Cine Jardin Corujão

Escolas de Samba – Quadras Abertas | 19h às 01h

Mancha Verde [música] [festa] Dragões da Real [música] [festa] Rosas de Ouro [música] [festa] Unidos de Vila Maria [música] [festa] Acadêmicos do Tatuapé [música] [festa]

MOSTRA DOS TEATROS INDEPENDENTES SÁB 12h às 17h Diversos espetáculos teatrais terão entrada gratuita oferecida pela Secretaria Municipal de Cultura. Ao todo mais de 3.500 ingressos serão distribuídos no Balcão da Praça das Artes.

FEIRAS GASTRONÔMICAS SÁB e DOM 18h – 02h e das 10h – 18h Fuegos Festival – Av. São Luís Um culto à gastronomia feita no puro fogo. SÁB e DOM 18h – 02h e das 10h – 18h Festival Smorgasburg – Lateral do Theatro Municipal Maior festival de gastronomia de rua do mundo. SÁB e DOM 18h – 06h e das 10h – 18h Festival Sabores do Brasil – Vale do Anhangabaú Cozinha de origem de norte a sul do país. SÁB e DOM 18h – 00h e das 10h – 18h Tenda Sabores da Coreia Boulevard São João, em frente à Praça das Artes Promoção da gastronomia coreana em celebração aos 60 anos de relações diplomáticas Coreia-Brasil. SÁB 18h – 04h e das 10h – 18h Festival Sabores do Mundo part. do chef Benoît Mathurin do Esther – Ipiranga x Praça da República Vitrine de gastronomia mundial para todos os gostos. SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Festival de Comida Popular – Parque da Luz Da galinhada ao feijão tropeiro, do acarajé ao churrasquinho. SÁB e DOM 18h – 04h e das 10h – 18h Praça de Cervejas Artesanais – R. Dr. Bráulio Gomes Beer trucks com marcas de cervejas artesanais brasileiras. SÁB e DOM 18h – 04h e das 10h – 18h Festival Solano Trindade – Largo do Arouche Feira de economia criativa, com moda, artes e alimentação.

Restaurantes

SÁB e DOM 18h – 01h Barouche SÁB e DOM 18h – 00h30 e das12h30 – 00h30 Orfeu SÁB e DOM 18h – 18h Casa da Mortadela SÁB e DOM 18h – 00h e das 12h – 17h A Casa de Porco SÁB e DOM 18h – 00h e das 12h – 17h Bar da Dona Onça SÁB e DOM 18h – 00h e das 11h30 – 17h Esther Rooftop SÁB e DOM 18h – 05h e das 11h – 18h Ponto Chic SÁB e DOM 18h – 00h e das 07h – 18h Tradicional Casa do Mate SÁB e DOM 19h- 00h e das 12h30 – 16h30 La Casserole SÁB e DOM 12h – 03h e das 12h30 – 19h30 Ramona SÁB 20h – 03h Drosophyla bar SÁB e DOM 19h – 02h e das 12h – 16h Apfel restaurante vegetariano SÁB e DOM 18h – 01h e das 08 – 01h Salada Record

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The 8 Most Adventurous Things to Do in Malawi

01 of 08

Go on Safari in Liwonde National Park

Kraig Becker

No visit to Africa is ever quite complete without going on safari. Malwai's Liwonde National Park offers the best wildlife viewing experiences in the country, giving visitors a chance to spot elephants, monkeys, baboons, warthogs, crocodiles, antelope, and hippos. Lots and lots of hippos. The park recently reintroduced lions, leopards, and rhinos as well, but they can still be a bit elusive at times. In the future, they are expected to take center stage, enhancing the wildlife experience even further. That said, sharp-eyed travelers will still spot them while exploring the park's wild landscapes.

While visiting Liwonde, the Mvuu Lodge serves as a great base camp, allowing travelers to experience the wildlife on foot, 4×4 vehicle, and boat, making it a diverse and unique safari environment. The comfortable, tented cabins at Mvuu are the perfect place to retire at the end of busy day, often with wildlife just off your secluded deck.

02 of 08

Climb Mount Mulanje

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When trekkers think about African climbs, Kilimanjaro is the peak that most likely comes to mind, but there are other places to hike on the continent as well, with Malawi being home to one of them.

Mount Mulanje is the tallest mountain in the country, rising 9,849 feet above the surrounding landscape. The mountain beckons hikers to test their legs on its flanks while taking on one of 18 different routes to the summit. There are plenty of guides willing to lead travelers to the top, and most treks take three to four days to complete. Along the way, hikers pass through some diverse ecosystems and there is even some wildlife to be spotted.

03 of 08

Run Mount Mulanje

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If a simple hike up Mount Mulanje doesn't sound challenging enough, why not run to the top instead? Each year, the Mulanje Porters' Race gives runners a chance to truly test their strength and endurance with participants scrambling up to Chambe Plateau, located at about 8,200 feet above sea level. Originally the race was only open to the guides and porters who actually work on the mountain, but in recent years, it has expanded to include anyone adventurous enough to enter. Since expanding the field, hundreds of international runners now come to Malawi each year to take part in this difficult but rewarding event.

04 of 08

Go Camping on Zomba Plateau

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Malawi's Zomba Plateau offers visitors excellent hiking and stunning views of the surrounding landscapes. Numerous streams flow across the table-top plateau itself, turning into tall waterfalls when they reach the edge of the mountain. Wildlife is common throughout the area too, with baboons, eagles, and even the occasional leopard putting in an appearance.

A large campsite found at the top of Zomba Plateau can be reached by car. Bring a tent, some sleeping bags, and your sense of adventure, and you'll have the chance to spend the night outdoors in an African paradise.

Continue to 5 of 8 below.

05 of 08

Go Scuba Diving and Snorkeling on Lake Malawi

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You wouldn't think a landlocked country like Malawi would offer good opportunities to go SCUBA diving or snorkeling, but you would be completely wrong. Lake Malawi is one of the largest lakes in the world and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. This spectacular resource helps to set Malawi apart from many other African countries, giving travelers a chance to experience some of the best freshwater diving on the planet. Additionally, the lake is one of the most biodiverse bodies of water as well, offering more than 500 different species of colorful fish to spot, including red and blue zebras.

Not SCUBA certified? You can do that there as well by joining Aqua Africa in the stunning Nkhata Bay. The company leads a number of diving excursions into this stunning part of the lake, even offering night dives that are out of this world.

06 of 08

Race Sailboats on Lake Malawi

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Sailing is another common activity on Lake Malawi, which is massive enough to generate some surprisingly large waves and fast winds. The sport is so popular, in fact, that each year the Lake Malawi Yachting Marathon takes place there, sending sailors on a 250-mile odyssey that is called the longest freshwater yachting race in the world.

The Yachting Marathon has been around for more than 30 years, attracting teams from across Africa and other continents. While skill and experience play an important role in the race, the marathon is often described as more of an endurance event, testing the resolve of competitors throughout.

If you're more interested in a leisurely outing, Danforth Yachting can help arrange that too.

07 of 08

Enjoy a Kayaking Adventure

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For those who prefer to explore the lake under their own power, there are plenty of opportunities to go kayaking too. Paddlers can set out for just a few hours or a few days, depending on just how adventurous they'd like to get. There are numerous islands to explore, and even the shoreline provides some great scenery.

With its big waves and shifting winds, paddling on Lake Malawi is much closer to sea kayaking rather than taking a boat out onto a regular freshwater lake. It can provide a good workout and will keep even experienced kayakers on their toes, mixing a healthy dose of adventure into the entire experience.

Kayak Africa offers a number of different itineraries for those who would like to explore the lake in this fashion.

08 of 08

Have a Multi-Sport Adventure at Blue Zebra Island Lodge

Kraig Becker

Travelers looking for diverse adventures will find plenty to see and do at the Blue Zebra Island Lodge. Situated on the Marelli Island Archipelago in Lake Malawi, visitors will be convinced they've left Africa behind and arrived in the Caribbean. Once there, visitors can choose to be as active as they'd like, hiking or running a trail that circles the entire main island or choosing to circumnavigate by kayak instead. The Blue Zebra has a lovely swimming pool for those looking to take a dip, but a freshwater lagoon gives them the chance to plunge into the lake itself. Afternoon boat excursions and snorkeling tours are available as well, and the island is a wonderful destination for birdwatchers looking for some hard-to-find African species.

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together, we break the rules

been having fun talking about an atla au with my friends;

wrote another piece for it. anita is @dorkousloris‘s oc, logan is @hotlineaisui‘s oc, lyn is @queenofthieves‘s oc, zia is @ratkingkisses oc, finally, angel and cerise are @frozenabattoir‘s ocs.

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“Why are there so many soldiers in this town?”

“It sounds like they caught a witch in the area recently.”

“Witch what?”

“No, like– a witch, witch.” Ari frowns, one hand firm on her mug of tea. “Like– spooky lady kind.”

Anita leans in over the table, eyes wide. “That’s a real thing?”

“No… No it’s not.”

“But why would someone…?”

“Oh, I can think of a few reasons…”

As soon as the pair finish their drinks, they leave the tavern in huddled conversation. The waitress wonders is maybe she should tell someone what she overheard them discussing but… the one with the goggles did tip well. Whatever, the town is crawling with soldiers.

Ari glances around the street for listening ears as she and Anita walk back to where Bugbear is waiting on the town outskirts. “You s–sure you want to d–do this?”

Anita nods, squaring their shoulders. “We gotta! They’re going to kill her.”

“Glad w–we agree.” Ari pats Anita on the back. “We b–better make sure we’re ready. This is going to–to–to be even worse than when we tried to free those lemurs awhile back.”

Anita nods, then picks up the pace as Bugbear comes into view, snoozing under a tree. “Bugbear!!” The beardog picks his head up with a happy ‘bork, bork.’

Anita runs a hand through Bugbear’s fur, “I’m a lot better with that Bo staff now, we can do this.”

Ari comes to a stop before the two of them. Bugbear cranes his head down and with a anxious hand Ari gently rubs his muzzle. “We just need to jump in there, grab the, ahem ‘witch’ and run the heck away.”

“What could go wrong?”

“You had to ask, didn’t you.”

–

“You ready?”

“Y–yeah.”

Anita leans down to whisper into Bugbear’s ear. Ari clenches her eyes shut in a silent prayer as Bugbear lumbers to his feet. Not far in the distance, a pair of earth kingdom soldiers stand ready at the gallows. Their attention is focused on the woman being half walked / half dragged to her fate. Head held high, not sparing a glance for the crowd lingering behind that’s gathered to watch the show.

How many soldiers? Six? No eight, there’s two more at the rear. Ari has to assume they’re all earthbenders. Not great odds, even with Bugbear to tilt the scale. “W–we got to try.”

Anita nods and with a word Bugbear leaps into the sky, over the crowd.

The crowd erupts into screams as they land, Bugbear flattening the guard holding the ‘witch’s’ chains into the ground.

A gout of flame knocks the second guard off his feet and into the dirt. Ari ducks her head as Anita tries to calm Bugbear. “Holy shit! F–f–firebenders!?” Search the crowd and – there, two of them. Headed straight for them through a parting in the crowd.

And that’s when the boulder connects with Ari’s shoulder sending her spinning off Bugbear and into the ground.

–

It had taken most of the night to work out the plan. They needed to hit at just the right moment in order to take full-advantage of the surprise. Running through every possible scenario, drawing out a plan of attack. Lyn frowns as she looks over the crowd, the armed guards. There’s too many variables, too many of them, and only her and Logan. “You’re sure?” She questions in hushed whisper.

Logan frowns, as if not entirely comfortable with the question. “I can… feel it.”

“Intuition again?” Lyn chews the inside her cheek. That’s not the reassurance she was hoping for.

“Yeah.” Logan rolls a shoulder, feels the joint crackle and pop. “Regret coming with me, yet?”

Lyn shakes her head, “You wouldn’t have lasted two weeks without me.” Smiles.

Logan doesn’t smile back. “Let’s see if we last the next two hours.”

A gasp rises out of the crowd and a shadow passes over Logan and Lyn as they look up. A beardog sails overhead, over the crowd and lands on top of one of the pair of guards escorting the ‘witch.’ Gasps turn to screams as the soldiers rush in, the witch falling backwards in surprise.

“Really.” Lyn facepalms.

Logan laughs as she drops into a firebending stance. “Knew planning was a waste of time.”

People get out of the way in a hurry as the two firebenders send a burst of flame across the field to knock down the witch’s second escort.

“Holy shit!” One of the two figures atop for the beardog cries out, as she looks their way, “f–f–firebenders!?” Lyn groans. It’s that gogglehead and the airbender they overhead at the tavern last night. What were the odds?

The guards are in combat stances now, one plants his feet and pulls up a chunk of earth. Lyn slides to a stop, cups her hands around her mouth, “Look out you idiot!”

Too late, the boulder goes flying, clipping the woman in the shoulder and knocking her off her ride. The other rider glances back, panicked. “Ari!?” The beardog growls and leaps again, pouncing on another guard as his rider cries out in surprise, desperately holding on.

As Logan rushes ahead, Lyn tears off her hat and pulls back her hair. Forehead tattoo exposed, Lyn grits her teeth as she focuses, hands clenched. A burst of energy collects and then shoots out exploding against the guard that had knocked the rider off, sending him flying and skidding across the grass.

Logan slides to a stop by the woman at the center of the chaos, who was – Logan noted with some concern – laughing. With one hand she reaches down to grab the prisoner by the arm, pulling her to her feet. “Witch?”

The woman’s shock is quickly masked with a cool confidence. “Yes, that’s me. I’m the witch.”

“Are you a waterbender?”

The red-haired woman that had fallen to the ground has pulled herself up with her staff, which she now points in Logan’s direction. “N–n–now hold on, who the hell are you guys?”

–

If Zia was going to die today, then she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of begging for mercy. After everything she’d done for this town; the sick she had cured, the injuries she had healed… the dozens of little miracles she had worked over the years as she honed her craft. None of it had meant anything in the end. Just another bloodbender. A nasty ‘witch’ lurking in the forest.

They hadn’t deserved her.

If Zia was going to die today. Despite everything there remained the conviction; she’d get out of this one. Just like she got out of the last mob. Or the one before that, that drove her from her homeland. Something was going to happen, and she alone would remain standing.

Something would happen, she was sure of it. Even as she was marched through the streets, hands bound in metal shackles before her. Something would happen, even as the crowd gathered to watch. Even as the gallows came into sight. Something would happen.

Right?

A massive brown dog the size of a bear fell out of the sky, flattening the guard holding her chains and knocking her flat on her ass. The crowd erupted into panicked screams as a gout of fire shot out from within the crowd and knocked away the guard that had been following behind her.

Zia couldn’t help the laugh.

Something was happening.

A blond woman slides to a stop in front of her, reaching down to grab her by the arm. Pulling Zia to her feet, the woman looked her in the eyes, “Witch?”

A cold smile formed on Zia’s face. “Yes, that’s me. I’m the witch.”

The woman nods, “Are you a waterbender?”

A wooden staff thrusts in between them and Zia glances over to the owner. A red-haired woman that had been knocked off the beardog. “N–n–now hold on, who the hell are you guys?”

The blond glances between her and Zia. Around them the noise of battle as the other firebender and the beardog try to hold off the remaining guards. A quick moment of mental calculus. “I’m here to rescue you,” she says, looking straight at Zia.

The other woman falters, lowers her staff. “Uh– Okay. Us t–too.”

The blond focus on Zia again. “Are you a waterbender?” She repeats.

Zia smiles and holds up her wrists, still bound together in metal. “Let me out darling, and I’ll show you.”

A shower of stone pelts the three of them, forcing them to the ground, shielding their faces. The woman with the staff hisses through gritted teeth. “Get her loose.” She stands up again, shield her eyes with one arm, holding the staff with the other outstretched. A gust of air blows back against the rocks as she spins her staff.

The firebender grunts and moves towards Zia, and again Zia holds out her wrists expectant. A small flame comes to life in the bender’s hands and begins to heat the metal.

–

“Ari!!”

Anita cranes backwards, trying to grab Ari as she falls to the ground, sleeve slipping out of her grasp. Bugbear cranes up, borking in surprise and Anita flings herself against him, holding tight. “Hey, hey, easy boy!”

Bugbear borks and leaps, jumping on another of the soldiers as behind them and boom rings out. An explosion? Anita glances backwards to see another two figures rushing them in the field. Oh no, more trouble?

And then one of them turns to face one of the soldiers running down from the gallows and Anita watches the burst of white energy collect against the woman’s tattoo’d forehead before shooting across the field to explode against the soldiers, knocking him back against the wooden structure.

Are they… helping?

There’s Ari, pulling herself up off the ground, while a blond-haired lady in bulky-clothing helps up the ‘witch.’ Wearing armor underneath? Unnoticed by the three, one of the soldiers plants his feet into the earth, pulling his arms back. Antia frowns, “com’on boy!” Patting Bugbear on the side, Anita urges him forward. Bugbear borks and headbutts the soldier, sending him sprawling end over even as his pile of earth collapses back into the ground.

“Yeah!” Anita fist pumps the air, “good work boy!” The sense of victory doesn’t last long. Anita notices the boulder flying their direction just in time to urge Bugbear out of the way. Before the soldier can throw something else, the woman with the tattoo crashes into him with a kick trailing fire.

Who’s still standing? One of the soldier’s bugbear pounced on is back on his feet. With a furious cry he sends a stream of stones and uprooted clumps of earth at Ari, the ‘witch,’ and the mystery blond. “Ari! We’re coming!” Anita urges Bugbear onward again, and they barrel into the man, knocking him to the ground.

“Ari!” Anita glances back to their friend, “you okay?”

Ari grimaces, nods her head. “J–j–just peachy.”

–

The metal melts under Logan’s flame and finally the chain weakens and snaps in two. She shakes her hand, willing the heat to dissipate faster. “We can do a proper job later.”

The witch nods, a broad smile on her face. “Looking forward to it, dear.” She rubs her wrists, flexes her fingers as Logan steps back. “What’s the escape plan?”

Logan frowns, looking over her shoulder. The crowd has dispersed now. In its place a contingent of soldiers is marching down the street towards them. “…run?”

The witch’s smile melts. “Run? That’s your best idea?”

“Yeah well–”

“That was our plan, alright.” The airbender with the staff approaches the two of them, alongside the beardog and it’s rider.

Lyn runs over to them, pulling her hat back on. “We need to go!”

“Just a moment, lovelies.” Witch steps forward, twisting her hand. Around her the grass browns and withers in a widening spiral, beads of moisture collecting into a ring around her. With a flick of her wrist the water collects into an arc in front of her and cascades out in a sheet, turning into ice as it goes and rising into a rapidly thickening wall between them and the incoming soldiers. “There, as you were saying?”

Logan glances at the gathered crowd, then up at the beardog. “Can we all fit on that thing?”

The rider pulls at their goggles, counting with one hand. “Mmmmaaaybe?”

“Then we’re doing it.” Logan gestures them to get moving, “Everyone on the giant dog. Go, go, go.”

The witch falters, “R–really now?”

Lyn glares at the woman, “if you think we’re leaving you behind after all this trouble…”

A smile pulls on Logan’s face, “No sense hanging around here.”

“Ugh.” A look of resignation passes over the witch. “Very well.”

–

Angel lounges in bed, one arm behind her head, the other hand snapping a flame on and off, on and off. When the door opens, she watches with mild disinterest as her bodyguard enters the room.

Cerise puts her hands behind her back. “Mistress, we have a new report.”

Angel sighs, rolls her eyes and dismisses the flame with a wave of her hand. “Well? What is it?”

“The false avatar has been spotted in Zhang this time.”

Angel groans and runs a hand through her hair. “Tell me, Cerise, why is it that our little imposter has to go to most backwater boring places imaginable?”

“She’s likely attempting to keep a low profile.” Cerise pauses, frowns. “Well, until now anyway.”

“What is the point of impersonating the avatar if you don’t milk it for all it’s worth?” Angel stands up and stretches a hand up towards the ceiling. “I’d thought volunteering for this would mean I get to see the world, drink the best booze, find the hottest people… “ Cerise winces. “All on the Fire Lord’s dime! But what have we done so far?” She clenches her hand into a fist and brings it down hard, a wisp of flame trailing after it. “Slummed it in port towns! Harassed podunk villages who can’t even read! Argh! It’s so boring! I hate it!” She stamps her foot.

Cerise keeps her face blank. “That must be incredibly hard for you, mistress.”

“Truly, you have no idea.” Angel laughs. She stalks over to the map unspooled on desk by the door, “But you know what?”

“What, mistress?”

Angel puts a finger to the map tapping the island where they started then tracing a line across their path in pursuit of the imposter avatar. “Do you see what I see here?”

Cerise steps closer, frowning as she does. “I… no.”

“It’s a straight line. A straight line to where?”

“Ba Sing Se.”

#fhr/Ariadne #*logan #anita #lyn #zia #cerise becker #angel #atla #alta au #fanfic #atla fanfic

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erintoknow · 5 years

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thank you @frozenabattoir for letting me borrow cerise for a little while

fallen hero: rebirth fanfic, spoiler details, ~2.2k words

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it’s like a wave, bringing jellyfish, they don’t mean to sting, that’s just how they are here in the sea and the salt little poisoned kisses lashing up your arms, chest, face as the foam breaks over you the receding tide pulling you further the sand slipping away –

You shut your eyes tight, suppressing a shudder. You’re not anywhere near the ocean. Try to remember. Where are you? What had you been doing? You are downtown at the corner of 6th and 8th street. It’s a midnight grocery run because you keep forgetting bodies need bothersome things like ‘nutrients.’ You curl your song around your mind tighter as the ebb of the ocean washes against your ankles. You’ve half a mind to take a taxi to the store to pick up the Rat King and suit up. You could use their support to prop you up.

But there’s no guarantee you’ll be to get back here in time and find the source of the water. And you need to. That isn’t a choice, not for you. You’re back there again, trudging up the steps, an acrid smell settling in to your lungs, pushing past Charge and Steel as you swallow down your own bile. What the hell is causing these waves? You shift the handles of the bag to hang from your wrist, dig the nails from your freed hand into your arm.

This is here.

This is now.

It’s just a memory.

It can’t hurt you.

God – You hope that’s true.

You take a deep breath as the wave hits again. You’re ready for it this time. It’s not any easier, but you can feel the current now, move your legs, follow the feeling to the headwater, steal glimpses of what the origin point can see. A cute trick, something you couldn’t have done seven years ago. Maybe things would have been different if you– You dig your nails into your arm again. Don’t get lost in the abyss of hypotheticals.

As you rush a crosswalk you check on the people around you. A few people wince or hold their head. Frowns ebb and flow with the ocean’s beat against the shore. You don’t know what you’re going to find –don’t want to think about it– but there’s still time.

You find it– her in the gullet of an alleyway running between a movie theatre and a night club. She’s curled up with her legs against her chest, backed into the corner made where the dumpster rests against the night club wall. The dull thumping bass more felt then heard, traveling through the ground in a pattern you can’t quite make out. Little waves pulling at the shore.

“Oh… shit, Cerise?” You mind supplies the name to you without bothering to explain were she got it from.

Even so, it seems to work, the woman raises her head in surprise. “Ariadne?” She answers, and then a look of surprise to match your own washes over her face.

“Are you okay?” You ask. An obviously absurd question.

“I’m fine.” She answers. An obviously absurd response.

You grit your teeth, force yourself to step closer even as the water threatens to pull you over. Julia Ortega wouldn’t accept that response from you. You’re not going to accept it from her. “You’ve got a strange definition of okay.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Too bad.” You sit down next to her. “I’m awful like that.”

Cerise doesn’t have a response to that, doesn’t move to acknowledge your presence. But she doesn’t move away either, so you’ll take it. Just sit there with her, and let the water seep into your socks, pull at your clothes. You lean back and rest your hands on the dry cement ground, slide your fingers to avoid the wad of gum that’s been ground into the stone.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask what’s wrong?”

“Would you tell me if I did?”

“No.”

You think about reaching for her. Decide against it. It’s about all you can do to stay here in the shallows, keep yourself steeled against the undertow, shoes pressed against the ground. Jellyfish float between the two of you, caught in the current. You’re just beginning to recognize the beat thrumming through the night club wall when it shifts and changes and you’ve lost the pattern again. You hiss air through your teeth, irritated.

“What?” She asks.

“The song changed.”

“That’s what you’re focused on right now?”

You make a face. “I–I like music.”

“Why are you even here?” She still won’t look at you. It’s spooky. Is this what it’s like when Julia had to deal with you? Maybe you should think about getting her a thank-you card. …Or maybe it’s seven years too late for that now.

“Do- do you want me to leave?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.”

You dig your hands into the sand, feeling the salt water curve around your fingers. “Bullshit.”

She shifts position. Well. At least that got some kind of response from her, even if it was negative. “How can you honestly say that, after everything that happened?” Her fist pounds into her leg. “There’s no happy ending here. We’re going to die. We don’t have a choice. They’re going to find us and take us back and–” She chokes and you can feel the water wash up over your head.

You flinch, tap you feet against the still dry-cement, try to ground yourself. “I mean, I don’t think you’re wrong exactly. This whole dream was… kind of doomed from the start, wasn’t it? But–” You chew the inside of your cheek, thinking. “That doesn’t mean we don’t, um… i mean– what we want still matters, you know? Maybe the choices we made were… wrong, or stupid. But we still– we still made that jump, yeah?”

“Did we though? Was it really us jumping? Nothing’s been right since that apartment… I can still feel her in here.”

“Yeah.” You swallow, the taste of salt coats your tongue. “I know.”

“Shit, I can still–” Cerise shakes her head. She doesn’t need to finish her sentence. For a brief moment, you can hear it too, the screams in the next room, your own–no Cerise’s as the surgeons get to work.

You feel sick, red water bubbling up and out your mouth. You have to swallow it down, dig your fingers into the sand again. “I don’t know know how to let go of a ghost like that.” You admit.

“She’s still here with me, always. In the back of my mind.” You watch how the jellyfish move through her, carried by the current, rocking back forth from the bass rumbling the cold dry cement under your hands.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t see anyone else here, Cerise, just you.”

“Well,” There’s a pained smile on Cerise face as she stares at the far wall. “They’ve replaced so much, I don’t think that’s true either. There’s not much of ‘me’ left, Ariadne.”

You have to think about that one. “Are you…” You pause to catch your breath, swallow down salt water. “Are you familiar with the ship of Theseus?”

“Who?”

“It’s… an old thought experiment. Theseus is a greek sailor with a wooden sailboat. Every time he comes into port, he replaces one of the boards in his boat. But it’s still Theseus’s boat afterwards, right?”

“I guess.”

“After enough trips, Theseus replaces every part of the boat. Nothing remains from the original ship. So… is it still Theseus’s boat?”

“You haven’t replaced Theseus yet though.”

You try to smile as the water breaks over the two of you. “That’s true. It’s Theseus’s boat so… the parts don’t really matter, don’t you think? You’re still you. No matter what they do to you, you’ll always be you.”

She rolls her eyes, “Like you really believe any of that.”

“I–” You choke, spit out red water. “I want to though. I want to believe it – so badly.”

“That’s cruel, telling someone else lies just because you think they’re pretty ones.” She shoots you a look, only for the briefest of moments but you feel sick to your stomach again. “You’re being just as bad as them.”

You flinch, “I– I think…” You swallow the water in your throat, try to force your stomach to settle down again. “I think the fact that they were so mad about what we did is all the proof we should need.”

“They’ve got more people and money than we could ever hope for.”

“They wouldn’t be so cruel if they weren’t afraid of us. Afraid of what we could do– could be.”

“They are cruel because they can be. Because of what we can’t do.”

“We can fight back.”

“Even if you… blew up a building, they’re all over the county. They’ll just build new ones.

“So we change the country, give them no where to hide. Make them go on the run.”

Cerise finally turns to look at you, her expression cold as she looks at you through the film of a jellyfish’s bell. “What, you want to run for president? Fat fucking chance.” You can feel the water rock against your chest, soaking into your clothes. Rap your hands on the cement again. Still dry.

“No.” Your voice is quiet. “We’ll do what they always had us do. Work from the shadows, pull favors, manipulate information. Set the stage, let them change the country for us.” The more you talk the more you like the sound of what you’re saying. It’s a way out, a rope in the water.

“I don’t want to kill any more people.”

“Then don’t.

“That’s not how it works.”

“Yes it is,” you insist, stubbornly. “It’s your show. Set the stage, cast the actors, pick out the band.”

“You can’t control everything!”

“No, you’re right, we can’t.” You close your eyes, lean back against the dumpster.

“Then what’s the point?”

“I think…” You move your head and look at her again, wave your hand to push those damn jellyfish aside. The tentacles lash your fingers and you flinch at the touch. “Not being able to control everything is not the same thing as not being able to control anything.” You trace patterns on your leg, frustrated. Can’t tell if anything you’re saying is getting through to her.

You can feel the water ting red around you. What are you doing here? You can’t help her, you can barely hold yourself together.

Breath Ariadne, focus. “I mean…” your voice is low, “I think you already get it, if you thought about it.”

Cerise doesn’t respond to that, so you keep talking. “We can’t– we can’t help how we were…” you stumble over the word, “born, but– but that didn’t stop us from changing how we lived.” You scratch your jaw, painfully aware of what’s under the concealer.

The water pulls at Cerise’s hair, blonde strands drifting this way, then that way. “We shouldn’t even exist Ariadne. We’re not people. We’re mistakes.” She raises a hand to keep the hair out of her face. “Left behind or forgotten about or–”

“So fucking what?” You grab her wrist before she can pull it way, hold fast. “Who cares what they wanted for us? They’re fucking evil bastards. Just because they get to make the rules doesn’t mean they’re suddenly the good guys. It just means the rules are evil too.”

“Why do you even care what I think? You don’t know me.”

A memory briefly flits across your mind and you have to blink your eyes to clear out the sea water. “Does it help, if I make it selfish? I just…” You use your free hand to shove another jellyfish away. “I just want to be, what I’d want someone to be for me.”

“…that is pretty selfish.” She pulls her hand out of your grip.

“I’m sorry, but… I never pretended to be anything else.”

“I’m not your…” Cerise twists in a hand in the air, searching for the right word. The tentacles of a jellyfish wrap around her fingers. “–your mirror or something. If you’ve got something to say to yourself, you can leave me out of it.”

“It’s not like that, It’s not like this is easy for me,” you say, feeling weak. “It just… seemed like you needed to hear it too.”

“I’m…” Cerise stands up, water wicking off her clothes in sheets. “I’m going home now.”

“You can do this, you know.” You call up to her. “You can get through this.”

“You can’t know that.”

“It’s not about knowing… It’s– it’s about saying it.” You stand up too, shove a jellyfish out of your lap. Ignore the welts it raises on your arm. “Be safe getting home.”

Cerise glances back at you. “You too.”

You don’t remember walking home when you wake up in the morning. The sun’s already high in the sky and you are soaked through in sweat. Fallen asleep in your clothes again? The AC unit is silent, did it break over night? What a piece of garbage. You’re a super villain now, you’re not hurting for money. Maybe you should start investing in your own life.

What exactly happened last night? Almost like a dream but… there’s no telepathy in dreams. The more you try to think about it the more it’s fizzing away like the seafoam after scooping it off the sand.

For some reason, you’re having the strongest compulsion to do something nice for Ortega.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero #fallen hero fanfic #fhr #fhr/Ariadne #cerise becker #trans character #love and protect ur trans sisters

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erintoknow · 4 years

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Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

You need cover, you need an alibi, and you need a place to plan and work out your next criminal action. What could go wrong from combining all that? [Survival]

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Another day, another spike of adrenaline courses through you as you dive feet first through a stack of boxes, sending crates of delicate electronic equipment everywhere. You can hear alarms sound around you as the factory goes into full alert, the clanging of barring gates. You grin under the mirror sheen of your helmet. That suits you fine, keep the small fry penned up and out of the way? You’re too kind.

The wall in front of you collapses into dust thanks to the nanovores and you tear through the office, grabbing at papers at random. What you take doesn’t actually matter at this point, compromising their records is the goal here.

Damage done, you refer to your map, dissolve another wall and follow your thread out, back to the main entrance.

The woman standing in your way gives you pause. You’d been psyching yourself up for a rematch against Chen, but no, its Lady Argent, hands at her sides and poised to rush you. A half-circle of rent-a-cop security goons behind her block you in. “A factory, Puppetmaster? What, they stop inviting you out to parties?” She smirks and hunches down, fingers lengthening into sharpened claws.

Your face twitches under your helmet. “Don’t read the papers, Argent? It’s Ghost.” You hiss. Your voice, filtered through your helmet has a hollow, flat sound. You take a quick count of Lady Argent’s back-up, who’s most pliable to tying up the rest. None of the officers seem to trust Argent. Good. That makes this easier.

The woman of steel looks unimpressed. “Can’t say I care what you call yourself.”

That does it.

One of the rent-a-cop’s guns goes off ‘prematurely’, firing wide to your left, the rest follow in blind panic as you dive to the side. Argent is too focused on you, but with the Rat-King’s help you’re able to pull the rest of the goof troop into your song, pulling their attention in random directions. One of the shots dings Argent in her shoulder, bouncing off to through ground and to her credit she doesn’t look for the culprit, making straight for you.

You run your hand along the ground as you move, leaving a split in the asphalt as the Nanovores chew through material. Lady Argent tries to cut you off so you encourage two of the goons to stumble into her way as you continue your circle around them. You can’t afford to move slow enough for a deep groove, but if this works as planned, all you need is to prime the cut.

If it works.

Argent huffs, shoving one of the men the side, only for another to conveniently take position between the two of you. “Get out of the way!” It doesn’t slow her down for long, but it’s enough for you to finish the circle. Under your helmet you grin, heart pounding.

All that’s left is the magic word. You give the Rat-King the command to pull the strings and yank everyone back in.

You dash forward and slide down, just under the swipe of her claws. She turns to stab down at you as you come to halt. You roll out of the way and kick her arm aside on your way back up.

You check to make sure everyone’s inside the circle you’ve carved through the asphalt. “Heads up.” is all the warning you give before an explosion rocks the ground under everyone’s feet. A furious Argent diving towards you finds only empty space underneath her, and you leap back as the asphalt caves in.

When the dust clears you risk taking a quick check of everyone’s mental state; a lot of fear and alarm, some pain, but the headcount is still the same. You think.

Hopefully.

You shake your head. Focus. Don’t get distracted. Stay in control. You watch Argent and the rest pick themselves up, clear rubble off their buddies. You have to harden your heart against it, remember who they are, what they represent. “Next time,” you call down, “remember my fucking name!”

Admittedly, Argent makes it easier. She’s staring up at you, a single silver middle finger outstretched.

You don’t like the way she’s eyeing one of the support columns. Can she climb her way out? You don’t intend to stick around and see, it’s time to make yourself scarce.

–––

Every super villain needs a secret lair. A base of operations. Somewhere you can plan your next move, keep mission critical materials. If Ariadne is going to be stuck playing retired civilian, it’s even more important to keep her as separated as you can from Ghost’s activities.

Eventually the day will come when you have to cast off that identity completely, but two years isn’t long enough to make you eager to resume a life of being actively on the run from a government agency. You need to gather more influence – and protection – if you’re going to ever unmask without it being an immediate disaster.

To that end… Ariadne needs a cover. She needs a job, co-workers, hobbies. A new wardrobe. You need Ortega to take a breather and ease off on trying worm her way in and fix every little aspect of your life.

So you’ll combine the two.

Technically a ‘Melissa Simone’ owns the computer repair shop you’re standing in front of. Ms. Simone also interviewed and hired yourself and the middle-aged lady with greying hair now manning the front counter.

You put a hand on the front door, hesitating. You keep putting this off but… guess you better ‘officially’ meet your new co-worker.

A bell chimes as you step inside. Old computer advertisements adorn the walls while parts and models are neatly stacked into three aisles across the open front half of the room. The building itself is on the older side. Hopefully a bit more use will get it looking properly run down enough to seem like it’s always been a repair shop here.

The woman at the counter looks up with a smile, a phone pressed to her ear. She holds a finger up as you approach.

You didn’t hire Marcie for her customer service skills. You hired her because she’s a terminally incurious middle-aged woman who fully intends to spend as much of her time talking to friends on the store phone or otherwise shirking her duties as much as possible.

Leaning an arm against the counter you wait for her to finish her current conversation, drumming your fingers against the wooden countertop. Watch the clock on the wall tick the seconds by. Finally she hangs up and turns back to you with a tired expression. “Alright, what do you want?”

You put on a sickly sweet smile. “My name is Ariadne Becker? Y–your um… co-worker?”

Marcie blinks, frowns, then flushes red. “Oh!” She hurries out from behind the counter, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought you were a customer.”

“I could tell.”

She puts her hand out and you give it a quick shake. “Are you really the only repairm–person here?”

“Eh.” You shrug, glancing at the beaded doorway to the back room. “If business ever picked up maybe it’d be worth hiring more.” Glance back to her, smile again. “For now, I’m it yeah. I don’t usually bother with – with um, the front entrance.”

“Well, if you ever need something from me, sweetie, you let old Marcie know, okay?”

You blink, not sure how to respond. She wasn’t this nice to Jane– ahem ‘Melissa Simone.’ “Uh. Y–yeah, sure. Thanks.” You cough. “Um… Ms. Simone gave you the – the rundown about the back right?”

Marcie looks at you, arching a skeptical eyebrow. “To stay the hell out? Yeah.” She leans in, “So… what are we fronting here sweetheart? Drugs? It’s drugs isn’t it.” She straightens her back with a dramatic sigh. “It’s always drugs.”

“I – what???” You stare at her. “W–we’re not – not ‘fronting’ anything!?”

She frowns. Is she… disappointed…!? “Oh? Really? Well. A job’s a job, I guess.”

“I… I just have a… very particular system. Okay?” You shove your hands into your pockets, looking away from her. Stare at the posters on the wall.

“Ah. You’re one of those.” One of those what? You can’t pick it up from her thoughts, just the sliding of her changing expectations. “Well, I’ll keep out of your hair, sweetie.” She steps aside, “It was nice to meet you Ariadne, dear.”

You walk past her in a daze. Push through the bed curtain into your ‘workshop.’ A central table has a pile of half-deconstructed computer cases, their silicon guts scattered haphazardly. A tool kit hangs from the wall alongside a clear plastic cabinet of replacement parts.

Hopefully the facade holds up. You don’t have much intention of actually doing computer repair work here. It’s more than a little concerning that Marcie of all people immediately jumped to the ‘criminal front’ explanation. Was hiring her a mistake? She doesn’t seem to actually care. Maybe you should go out of your way now and then to drum up business. Put some effort into looking legit.

Aside from the bathroom and breakroom, there’s one more room. Your actual workshop. The shop technically is built onto the side of an old warehouse. You’ve walled off most of the space, installed a hidden door, just inside next to the back door out.

You didn’t use up the entire warehouse. Just walled off a decent sized chunk. The rest has been dressed up. Mostly shelves of boxes full of bricks. Something that’ll pass at least cursory inspection.

The door slides open to your touch, keyed to your fingerprint. It springs back into place as you step past. The lights flicker on at low-power. Now here is where you can finally start to get shit done. Your armor is mounted to a secondary hidden compartment recessed into the far wall, next to a bed in case you need to crash or puppeteer Jane for a bit.

You’re particularly proud of the hiding place you’ve created for the Rat-King; an oversized lava lamp sits on the bedside table, a soft blue glow filling the room. Even if anyone breaks in here, anything of value will still be hidden. You’re not completely stupid.

One corner of the room is taken up by a bank of screens and a computer terminal. A system of motion detectors, CCTV, and trip alarms have been carefully set up over the past month in a two block radius around the shop. Nothing is coming near here without you getting some kind of record of it.

And then, last but not least, against one wall a full-length table stretches underneath a pristine corkboard.

Not pristine for long… You reach back into your pocket and pull out a wad of folded up, blood stained papers. The only thing you were able to salvage from the Marconi fiasco. Could have just pinned this while you were setting everything up, you guess.

But this feels more dramatic.

You grab a pin from the cork board and smooth out the creases with your other hand. Jam the paper to the middle of the board. A bill of sale for something called a ‘Regenerator.’ You don’t recognize the name of the buyer, but the listed seller is the personal assistant to Mayor Alvarez.

You pin a scattering of related articles next to the receipt, your prize from today’s factory theft. They’re all related to the sudden government take-over and closure of the regenerator’s parent company, PharmaCore.

What exactly is going on here; you have no idea. But it’s shady as shit, and that means it’s a point of attack. If you’re going to crack the damn city open, this is your starting point. You grab a pen and paper as you sit down at the desk.

You hum a tune under your breath as you work. Time to start planning out your next moves.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne

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erintoknow · 4 years

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it feels like a lie

Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

Three lives to juggle means three times as many more lies and conflicting agendas. How is anyone supposed to balance all of this? [Please Just Go]

[Read on AO3]

Alarms blare inside your helmet. Shit. They realized you're here.

Rosie is on the other side of the city; you had her create a distraction coating Memorial Park in smoke to try and lure The Rangers away. After the bridge fiasco last week you could use a break, sick as you are of fighting Argent.

That doesn’t do anything for the local rent-a-cops.

With a practiced haste you fold up the sheaf of papers and tuck them into a black storage bag attached to your suit belt. You’ll have to go over the rest in detail when you’re back at your best.

For now, you better cover your tracks.

The Nanovores make quick work of the rest of the filing cabinet before you turn yourself to the rest of the record room. Pulling out paper sat random, ripping shelves off their hinges and toppling over entire metal units. Damage done, you put a hand to one wall and weaken the joists.

Squaring your shoulder you back up, bracing yourself. When you charge forward, the drywall collapses into splinters and dust. Cries of alarm echo out in the hallway and someone fires a gun.

Ugh.

Idiots.

You turn towards the source and the man in the dark blue uniform takes a step back. You grab his mind, pulling him into a daymare just long enough to close the distance and knee him in the gut. Catch the gun before it hits the ground and it dissolves into dust in your left hand. “Someone could get hurt.”

You let the man drop and he just lays there, staring at you.

As tempting as it is to keep basking in the adrenaline rush, you should get out of here before Argent shows up.

Besides, Ariadne and Jane both have appointments of their own to attend to today.

To the same woman.

–––

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you adjust your sunglasses, press them up your nose and flush against your face. You’re just… going in to check on Ortega. That’s all. Nothing weird about that.

Just your friend.

Ortega.

Who is your friend.

That you’re checking on.

You step up to the door, hesitate – hand on the handle shaking. You let it go. Shit. Shit. Fucking – You turn back to the door and throw it open, storming in. The secretary at the desk looks up at you in alarm, one arm poised under her desk. “Hello! Can I… help you?”

“Ortega.” You state. Wait. Shit. Context. She needs context. “I’m here to see Ortega.”

The woman frowns at that, eyeing you up and down. “Can I ask who’s calling for her?”

You echo her frown back, cross your arms under your shawl. “I… guess?”

The two of you stand there in silence.

Oh.

Wait, shit – “Ariadne.” You offer. “Ariadne Becker.”

Her face perks up, suspicion easing slightly. “Oh! Your Ortega’s friend. I remember you now.”

You frown at that. She does? You’ve only been here, what? Twice? “I’m… sorry?”

She laughs, which only makes you frown more. “Ortega mentioned you were coming by today.” She did? “You can take a seat, I’ll let her know you're here.”

It’s not a long wait. Have to bite your lip to keep from smiling at Ortega walking out of the elevator. Raise a hand to catch her eyes. “Hey.”

She takes sight of you and smiles. “Hey yourself.” God. Just seeing her here is a relief. This building isn’t anything like the HQ your used to. Too clean and too sterile. Professional. Like the Farm.

“I – I made it. Hope you're happy.”

“You bet.” She grins, smug. No one would ever accuse Julia Ortega of being a graceful winner. “Com’on,” she beckons you after her. “Let’s head to my, uh...” She flashes a grin back at you, “special office.”

You tilt your head as you follow her back into the elevator. Tuck your sunglasses into your purse. Are you supposed to laugh at that or…? “Should I be worried?”

“Nah.” She punches a number into the keypad. “I’m too tired to get into trouble today.” She raises her other hand, shakes the coffee thermos she’s holding for emphasis.

Small talk with Ortega is an old routine. As comfortable, as it is dangerous: to forget for a moment this woman is actively working towards your destruction. That her smile is directed at an empty facade.

Well.

At least Jane gets to kiss her.

Oh –

Why did you have to think that just now?

You follow after her out of the elevator, a short walk past offices and meeting rooms and into what looks like an unfinished closet, ceiling joists exposed naked to the air. An obviously outdated computer, weighs down the desk at one end of the room while a white board with empty red circles spans another wall. But what really gets your attention is the set of out of place and utterly garish cheetah-print chairs. “What the…?”

“Donations.” Ortega shrugs, as if that explains anything. She pulls a seat over for you. Comfy enough, you guess. “Sorry Ari, I can’t chat too long,” Ortega slides into the seat across from you, a coffee in one hand. “I’ve got to meet someone for work later.”

You frown at that. “Oh. Um… sorry?” Isn’t she meeting Jane? Going somewhere else first?

Ortega blinks, taken aback. “It’s… not your fault?”

“That’s my line.” You force a laugh, trying not to look as awkward as you feel. One hand pokes out from under your shawl to fiddle with your sunglasses. “I just… thanks for meeting me on short notice like this. I… know this, um, new villain has you running ragged.”

“It’s fine.” Ortega waves your concern off. “You know… you’re always welcome to stop by when I’m at HQ.” She makes a face, sitting back in her seat. “Which is… all the time now since, well…”

“Chen still won’t let you back on active duty?” How long has it been now? Two months since she got out of the hospital? Time is starting to blur. Getting harder to track.

“He’s afraid I’m going to do something stupid.”

“Hrm. Y–yeah, that definitely doesn’t sound like you.”

“Shut up!” She laughs, punching you in the shoulder. You make a show of almost falling over, as if you’d been hit far harder.

“You poor thing.” You tsk, a faint smile fighting to form. If Ortega’s staying on a desk, she’s safe. Safe from someone that could hurt her again.

Safe from you.

You glance at the doorway. “You must be bored out of your mind, stuck here.”

Her smile gains an edge, “Don’t worry. I’m keeping plenty busy.”

You frown, searching her eyes. “I know that look Ortega. That’s a – a face that means trouble for somebody.”

Her smile only broadens. “Only the ones that deserve it.”

You eye the whiteboard. All the conspicuously empty circles. “And how’s that going?” That’s the real question, isn’t it? How aggressive can you get with your tactics before the Rangers buckle down?

Assuming they don’t collapse like a house of cards first.

Ortega shrugs, noncommittal. “I’m working on it. I’ve got a…” Her eyes flit away from you for a second before returning with a smile. “A multi-pronged approach, let’s call it. Keeping me busy at least.”

“Just… d–don’t get yourself put in a hospital again. Okay?” You try to catch her eye. You don’t have to fake this. This sincerity. The ache in your chest. “Please?”

She smiles back at you, soft, maybe a touch sad. You can never be sure with these kinds of things. “I’m taking this dead serious Ariadne. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Mm.” You frown. If anything her assurance just makes you more concerned she’s going to do something stupid. “Is that why you’re plotting in Harry Potter’s broom closet?”

Ortega gasps in mock shock, a hand to her chest before collapsing into laughter. “Ariadne! I’ll have you know this is the most secure broom closet in Los Diablos!”

You laugh, “Nothing’s secure in this city.” You should know. It’s been hell isolating your workshop off the network.

Ortega clicks her tongue and taps the side of her nose. “Not so hasty now. Maybe that's the Mayor’s line but you shouldn’t believe everything she says.”

“Ortega!” You laugh, “did you just tell me not to trust the government?”

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds silly.”

“Uh-huh. And since when did you become a technology wizard?”

“That used to be your job.”

You fake a laugh. “Hey, if anything, it’s, uh– well, it’s more my job now than it ever was.”

“Well, I had some help.” She glances away, “Angie has a bit of a way with technology.” There’s a pause followed by a wince, “Don’t tell her I told you that.”

“Why?”

Ortega takes a drink from her coffee, dragging it out. “Because she’ll kill both of us.”

“I’d, um – I’d just as soon steer clear of her.” You answer, waving the concern away. “She s–s–scares the hell out of me. She’s like a… like a… woman-shaped shredding machine.”

“Angie’s really sweet! She just takes some effort to get to know.” A meaningful glance is shot your way. “Not unlike a certain asshole in this room.”

You smile back at her. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that.”

“Ouch! You’re vicious today.”

“S–sorry. I…” You go silent. Not sure how to finish that sentence. What else you can possibly say…? “Hey, um…”

“Yeah?”

“You said I could pick somewhere we volunteer at… that isn’t a hospital, right?” You watch her from the corner of your eye, not quite facing her.

“Uh, hey, yeah! You had somewhere in mind?”

“Y–yeah. There’s uh… there’s this soup kitchen. Up in… Pasadena. They’re… small so we should, uh, call ahead.” Got some memories of that place. Hadn’t expected them to still be around, over seven years later.

“Pasadena?” Ortega purses her lips, thinking. “That’s around one of your old haunts, isn’t it?”

You nod. No point trying to play it off “Y–yeah.”

“Okay. You make the arrangements, let me know a date. I’ll try to make sure my schedule is clear.”

“That’s… thanks.”

Ortega takes a sip of her coffee, “So. Was that all you wanted to ask me about?”

“Not exactly… um.” How do you put this? You shift in your seat. “I’ve been, uh – seeing the news stories lately… What’s this about Argent working with vigilantes? Did you know?”

“I…” Ortega looks away, back down at her coffee. “Yeah. I mean. It’d be kind of hypocritical of me to disapprove, don’t you think?”

“Someone’s going to get hurt.” You sigh, “I mean… I understand what you mean but…”

“We made a good team.”

“...yeah.” You sigh, hold yourself up with a hand to your forehead. “But Lady Argent doesn’t seem to be a – well…”

“A team player. I know.” Ortega glances up at you, a quirk of suspicion on her lips. “But you’re retired now, Ariadne. You told me yourself, this isn’t your world any more.”

You sit back, stare out the window at the passing traffic. “I… I know. But – having…. Having you around again. It’s… hard not to care. I… want to let it go. But when it seems like the Rangers are falling apart and I’m just…”

Responsible.

“Now that sounds like the Ariadne I know.” Ortega’s voice is sad, sad enough to get you to look at her again. “You never could just sit on the sidelines. Even when it was for your own good.”

You make a face. “Well, neither could you.”

“Guilty as Charged.”

“Oh f–fuck you.” You laugh, slapping her hand away. “I can’t believe you never – never made that pun before.”

Ortega’s smug grin doesn’t leave her face. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your helping Herald now.” She leans over to you, still grinning. “Anything I should know about?”

You lean away from her, eyes wide. “W–what!? I’m just– we’re just–”

Ortega bursts out laughing. “Relax! I’m only teasing you.” She looks up, sees the expression on your face and starts laughing again.

“Asshole.” You hiss at her, face red. “He’s just a dumb kid who doesn’t know the first thing about how to hold himself in a fight.”

“I think that fight with Ghost finally shocked him out of his comfort zone.”

“Or maybe,” You give Ortega a pointed look. “You all just weren’t training him right.”

“You were his childhood hero, you know that right?” Ortega’s smile fades. “He looks up to you.”

God. There’s a terrifying thought.

“Give it time.” You huff. “I’ll fix that too.”

–––

“There she is!” Jane flings her arms into the air, “I missed my practice buddy.”

Ortega laughs, catching Jane in the coffee shop door. “Just your ‘buddy’ huh?”

“Hmph!” Jane pouts, “You know what I mean.”

“Madre de Dios, I’m so glad to finally be out of that hospital.” Ortega smiles with her whole face, pulling Jane in for a hug. For a moment it feels like they might kiss. And then they disentangle.

Jane mirrors the smile back with a touch of puzzlement. “Did they really only just let you out?” Jane and Ortega haven’t had a chance to meet up since Ghost crashed the Gala over a month ago now. Two months? It’s getting hard for you to keep track of time. But you know she’s been out for a while now.

What’s going on?

Ortega’s smile freezes on her face as she rubs the back of her neck. “Well… I’ve been busy too. Work.” She flaps an arm in the general direction of Ranger’s HQ “Sorry. I should have at least called.”

“It’s okay…” Jane’s smile takes a bitter edge. A knot twisting in her gut. “Our date didn’t exactly… go well, did it?” Maybe that’s it. She’s just trying to spare Jane’s feelings.

“Hell, Jane, I am so sorry. And then you got… hurt because of me and…” Oh. That’s why she’s been avoiding Jane. Guilt. That makes sense. You understand guilt.

“Stop it.” Jane presses a finger to Ortega’s lips. “It’s not your fault. It’s…”

Ortega takes her hand, gently lowering. “Ghost’s.”

Jane laughs, disdainful. Weaves her fingers between Ortega’s as they move to walk down the street together. “Is that really the name now?”

“Yeah.”

“How dumb. What is this guy, emo?” Jane glances back towards Ortega. Was that a frown on her face? It’s gone. She’s smiling again. Jane smiles back.

“It is pretty dumb isn’t it?” Ortega laughs along. “I’ve heard worse ones before though.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Emperor President is still my top pick.”

Jane laughs, “That’s not dumb, that’s fucking amazing.”

“Maybe it wraps back around to that.”

“Well, maybe it does.” Still laughing, Jane twists around so she’s standing in front of Ortega. Bringing the both of them to a stop. “So. I think you owe me something.” There’s a glint in her eye. This is – this is forward. Too forward? No, it’s Ortega. Relax.

Ortega’s face is a careful blank. “Do I now?”

“Another date? I…” Jane breaks eye contact, biting her lip. “I mean. If you want to. Of course.”

Ortega squeezes her hand. “Of course.” Her smile turns sheepish as she looks away too. “Honestly, I… was worried I had, well, scared you off after everything.” It’s like a weight is lifted from Jane’s shoulders. The sun is brighter, the sky bluer.

“Hey!” Jane pats her on the face, redirects her to meet Jane’s eyes again. “It’s going to take a lot more than bombs and a mentally disturbed wacko to scare me away.” She tilts her head, laughing with her eyes. “that’s practically my day job already with all the debt BS.”

“Alright…” Ortega’s smile broadens, more confident. “Alright, great!”

Jane steps forward in Ortega’s space, “And I’ve got just the idea of where we can go…”

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne

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erintoknow · 4 years

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this time last year i was goofing around with my first ever proper oc in ages and ages and now i have so many....

Ariadne Becker and Badh ‘Crow’ Catha, FHR OCs

Dara Ó Broin, my Circle of Dreams Human druid from the 5e dnd campaign I joined with my gf

Étaín the Changling Divine Soul Sorcerer which was kind of my first experiment with DnD character building and I’d still like to do something with someday...

Aura Katsaros, a Bladebound Magus Sylph that was my first experiment with Pathfinder’s character builder that I made to pair with my gf’s character and who i’d really like to stick in a game with my gf some day. You know, if we ever find a pathfinder group that seems legit and i can commit to schedule wise :v

Maeve Mordha, a dual-cursed elemental oracle – she could probably use more fleshing out... I just liked the concept and never really came back to it proper-like. Not enough time in the day, rip

introducing me to tabletop roleplaying games was dangerous, is what i think we can conclude from this

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erintoknow · 4 years

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everything breaks in me

Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

Well, you know what they say; no plan survives contact with the enemy intact. [Wolf] Originally: [Everything Breaks In Me]

[Read on AO3]

You breathe a sigh of relief as Herald shuts the break room door behind him. He’s not that young, but just the air he has around him makes you feel decrepit by comparison. To say nothing of the stars in his eyes, plain to see in every two sentence exchange with the kid. Try not to think about the limp in his gait, his preference to hover over walking, the night at the Gala.

Damnit. How are you going to take them down for good if a broken leg is enough to make you feel like shit? These people aren’t your friends or allies. They’ll turn on you the second they know the truth. That was true before Puppetmaster hit the papers, and it’s only become more true now that Ghost is making regular headlines.

Something like you can’t have allies, never mind friends.

You can’t afford to forget that.

Never again.

You won’t go back.

Glance around the break room, no point trying to raid the fridge while you wait for Ortega. You need time to figure out how you’ll approach that conversation. Things have been… strange for months. Just thinking about her is enough to bring on the nausea. How can she not see you for what you are? How is she not repulsed?

You run your hands through your hair. Maybe you can help yourself to some hot chocolate. Get your hands something to do before you dig a hole in your skin. You drift over to the coffee collection, flip a finger through the bags looking for the cocoa.

It would be easier if you could just cut contact with Ortega completely. Just fucking ghost the fuck out of Julia. But, one, that would just get Ortega hounding your heels and two, would lose you access to the Rangers. Maybe if you hadn’t kissed her in the hospital? The two of you have never actually discussed that night, despite your promise. You’re terrified to bring it up. A moment of weakness you couldn’t afford.

You’ve been having a lot of those lately.

Well, you know what they say; no plan survives contact with the enemy intact.

You’ve just finished pouring yourself a mug of hot water and cocoa powder when the door opens. “So.” Chen announces as he steps into the break room, leaving the door open behind him. “You’re back.”

You settle against the window pane, cross your legs at the knee as you lean back. Make it clear you’re not about to leave. “I th–thought we already got past this part, Chen.” You hold the mug tight to your chest, one hand spinning the little red stirrer stick round and round.

You pick up a burst of frustration, but Chen’s face betrays none of it. “You were very insistent on being retired. And yet,” Chen stoops down to search through the refrigerator. “And yet, here you are again.”

You take a sip, ignoring the burn on your tongue. “Free country, Chen,” you lie. “You’re the – the Marshal, if really you want me out you could just have me barred from the building.” Maybe you’re playing your hand a little strong here but you can’t keep having this conversation with Chen. It’s exhausting.

He pulls out a squeeze bottle and shuts the fridge door as he stands up. “I could,” Chen concedes, and for a moment your heartbeat quickens. Is he seriously going to call your bluff and have you tossed out? Chen sighs, rubbing his nose. “But I won’t. You aren’t a threat.”

You blink. “I uh – I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Chen’s mouth twitches in the ghost of a smile. “You aren’t a threat yet.”

“There we go.”

“You haven’t tried to ‘improve’ the coffee machine, for example.”

You close your eyes and rest your head back against the glass. “Jesus Christ. Are you all still holding that against me?”

You hear Chen sigh, he sounds exhausted with you. “Is that really what you think this is about?”

You narrow your eyes at him, staring down from across the room. “Then explain to me, Chen. What is this about then?”

Chen meets your glare head-on and you have to will yourself not to break eye-contact. “I meant what I said before. I’m glad you aren’t dead.”

There’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere...

“But–”

Yeah, there we go.

“It doesn’t change the reality, that for the rest of us, you did die. You were dead for seven years Becker. And now you think you can just, what?” Chen’s frown deepens. “Come back like nothing happened?”

Something between nausea and fury bubbles up in your throat and it is all you can do not to throw your mug across the room at him. “You have no fucking idea what I went through Chen! So back the fuck off!”

The silence stretches into seconds, then a minute, then “It was that bad, huh?”

Fucking hell piss goddamnit the bastard got you again.

“I’m not fucking tell you anything.” You clench your jaw, don’t look at him. Don’t look at his stupid face. Don’t peek at his stupid trap thoughts.

“You should tell somebody.”

You glare into your mug of hot chocolate. “Why do you even give a damn Chen.” If you had heat vision, the cup would be boiling.

“The way I see it, Becker, I’m wondering the same thing about you. Ever since you started coming by again you keep fixing little things, giving Ortega advice...,” Chen takes a pull from his squeeze bottle. “You act like you hate it, but no one’s forcing you to give Herald lessons. Argent’s the only person you’ve really avoided.”

“I just–” you hiss, frustrated to be on the back-foot once again. “If – if Ortega’s going to–to–to keep calling me over, I might as well make myself useful.”

Chen is staring straight at you and you have to hold your mug with both hands to keep them from shaking. “You asked me before, about choosing between two futures. If you want to retire Ariadne, then retire. Don’t let Ortega drag you into a half-life. That’s not fair to either of you.”

You tighten your grip on the mug, grind your teeth. “But why do you care?”

“You mean besides Ortega being my friend?” Chen’s voice drops as he talks. “Because I don’t understand why you do.”

“I–I–I just…” Are you sick? Mad? Both? What is Chen’s fucking deal? You need to go on the offensive again before he drives you from the building. “Look.” You raise a hand towards him, still not looking in his direction. “It’s obvious you guys are in trouble. I… I don’t want the Rangers to fall apart.”

Is that the truth or a lie? You’re not sure.

“Kind of you.” Chen’s voice is deadpan. “I think I know more about teamwork than you do.”

“Just – I might not have joined but – but that doesn’t mean we didn’t all make a good team.”

A wave of want and nostalgia seizes your heart.

If you could only go back to how things were before. Anathema and you pranking Steel, giving Sentinel a thumbs up. Talking with Sunstream about her garden. The nights with Ortega, her watching you at Derby games, the celebratory dinners or the consolatory milkshakes. Making sure Ortega got home safe after a hard fight. Fixing her hair for her. Helping to stitch her back up until the medics could come. Being her sounding board as she butted heads with PR and city officials. So many other little things you’re sure you’ve forgotten…

It’s all gone now. You’ll never get it back.

A lie. A dream.

And when you woke up–

“I wish you would have.” Chen says, pulling you out of your reverie.

Wait.

“What? J-joined?” Seriously?

“Yes, I wish you had.” When you look at Chen, he’s no longer staring you down, instead looking past you, out the window.

“I… I wouldn’t do a background check, you know that.”

He looks back to you and now it’s your turn to look out the window. “And you wonder why I didn’t trust you.”

“Not – not everyone is tight with the U.S. Government, you know.” You have to take a breath, scratch your fingers against the sides of the mug. “That doesn’t mean they’re bad.”

“The chances increase.”

You bite your lip a little too hard and wince at the pain. From the very beginning Chen has been trying to push you out. Reminding you that you don’t belong. Can’t belong. But… Chen has always been something of an outsider, like you. Why can’t he understand? “But they… they might have enemies.”

Chen takes a long drink from his squeeze bottle. Finally, he says “I’m sorry.”

You look up from your mug. “You’re… you’re sorry?” You choke back a laugh. “For what?”

There’s a… you can’t read the expression on his face. Something you don’t think you’ve seen before on his face. Regret? “For a lot of things,” He says. “I…”

“W-what?”

“I went looking for you.”

You manage to put the mug down on the table before you can drop it. He can’t – He can’t really mean? But? Why? What did he? But then? You cough, run a hand down your leg, pressing familiar patterns. “Didn’t they tell you I was dead?”

“Yes.” Steel nods. “I had a bad feeling. Something didn’t add up.” He shakes his head. You don’t think you’ve seen him this tense, this nervous in a long, long time. “They tried to tell me it was trauma from whatever the hell Heartbreak was.”

“An experiment, or…” you pull your arms tight against yourself. This is dangerous territory. “That’s my guess anyway.”

Steel doesn’t look directly at you, but his frown intensifies, eyebrows dip down. “You think someone… did that on purpose?”

“Uh – maybe not on… purpose.” You hug yourself tight, fall back against the wall again. “But they… they had been kept somewhere. There was…” You have to swallow down the bile. “Still equipment attached. Med-medical.”

“Huh. Interesting.” If Steel notices that you’re literally trying to hold yourself together, he doesn’t comment.

You furrow your brows, clinging to the twinge of irritation at being ignored. Better that then– “What? It’s interesting there’s something more than just a screwed up boost?”

Steel finally looks back at you. His frown doesn’t let up. “There’s always something more to everything in this city. You know that. It’s just not smiled on to look into it.”

“You did anyway.”

“I needed answers.”

“You’ve always been nosey.”

“Your words, not mine.”

You take a breath. “Well? Did you find any?” It’s like peering over the edge of a window. Testing the air.

“I… didn’t find you.” He glances away from your face, towards the break room door.

“So you found something then.”

“Bits and pieces.” He admits and your heart freezes. “Who’s Chelsea?” Steel watches you, and you have to struggle to keep your face blank. Swallow down the burst of panic. The sudden urge to run, to jump.

“Nobody important,” you lie. Even as the words leave your mouth you can tell he doesn’t believe you. That he knows that you know he doesn’t believe you. You close your eyes. “Was that really it? The best you could do? Some old ghost?”

“There was more, a lot of dead ends.” Chen shakes his head. “Enough that I stopped looking.”

That gets you to look at him again and he won’t meet your eyes. “What? Why?” A bitter twinge in your stomach churns at your throat. “I thought you didn’t like mysteries?”

“I don’t. But… I needed to put the team first.”

You can feel the frustration bubbling again. The team first. The team you weren’t a part of because of a stupid piece of paper. The team he just told you he wished you joined. “Fuck that noise.” You hiss. “What aren’t you saying?”

“Plenty.” Steel steps away from the table, back towards the door. “Maybe you should ask yourself why.”

“Hún dàn.”

Chen’s eyebrows shoot straight up, and then his mouth quirks to the side in amusement. “Your pronunciation could use some work.”

“Fuck you.”

“If you want to know so badly, Becker, just read it from my mind.” He only breaks eye contact with you to put his drink back in the fridge.

“I’ve told you it doesn’t work like that.”

“And I’ve told you, I don’t believe you.”

“Fuck you, Steel.” Pick up your mug again and take a sip. You make a face and curse. It’s gone cold.

He gives you one last look back as he leaves the room. Chen’s face is a careful blank. “If I see Ortega I’ll be sure to tell her you’re here.”

You don’t have to wait long before Ortega shows her face. Sauntering through the door, cool as anything just as you’re pulling your mug out of the microwave. “So. I won’t even ask what you two talked about.”

“It’s just Chen. Being an asshole.” You huff, staring her down, clutching your cocoa to your shawl.

“Sure. Chen was the problem.” There’s a quiet, knowing smile on her face and it makes your heart hurt. She knows this song and dance just as well as you do. “I’m sure that’s it.”

“W–whatever. Believe me or don’t.”

“Hey, I’m pretty much done for today so…” She jerks her thumb to the door. “What do you say we get out of here?”

You groan. “God, yes.”

–––

The Los Diablos beach is more stone than sand. One of the many lasting scars of the disaster that killed Los Angeles, a city you’ve only seen in photographs and old movies. When you first came here over a decade ago, the bay still had the metal skeletons of ruined buildings rising out of the sea. It looks like they’ve finally cleared them all out now.

“Are you okay?” It’s Ortega’s fault you’re out here. You don’t know what to make of that. The ocean carries a cool salt breeze. In the fall air, it’s almost cold.

You don’t understand, don’t understand your own body’s reaction to her. How all your higher reasoning seems to go out the window around her. Is what is was like before? Were you always this bad around Ortega or is this a new development? So many frayed, half-forgotten memories, and which ones are even real rather than desperate dreams?

You can’t afford to be like this, can’t afford to lose control.

You lost control and broke Herald’s leg. Lost control and didn’t properly finish Charge off. Lost control and got shown up by Argent. You’re going to fall prey to the same problems you’ve watched countless other villains fall to. At this rate you won’t even last long enough to register as a blip in the steamroller the Directive has poised to flattened all dissenters

Fuck.

“Ari!” Ortega snaps her fingers and the sound makes you jerk your head towards her, startled out of your brooding. “Are you okay?” She’s watching you, brows knit in worry, and you feel sick.

You wince, “I’m fine,” shoot a glance in her direction, “really.”

“Uh-huh. Liar.” She shifts position, leaning against the guard rail, moves a little closer to you. “What are you thinking about so hard?” The sun’s right in her face, lighting her up. Is she frowning or squinting, you’re not sure.

You pull your head away from her, stare out across the water. “I don’t know.” You run your hands up your arms, even under all the fabric you can make out the little bumps and divots from the scars.

“You don’t know?” Ortega taps you on the shoulder with the back of her hand. A fleeting touch but it makes your heart jump.

“W-would you rather I lied?” You stretch your face into a smile.

Ortega doesn’t have an answer for that. Stares out over the water. You follow her gaze. The way the waves crest and break against the rocks. It wasn’t that long ago you were out there. Water filling through a puncture in your suit. Air supply compromised. Could have drowned then. You didn’t.

But you could have.

“It’s okay.” Ortega’s hand presses into your shoulder and you freeze up. “It’s over. We’re still here.”

“What?” You breathe out.

“The Nano-surge?” Ortega points across the bay with her other hand. The crest of land, still oddly clear of anything but grass and shrubs. “Ten years this year. We just passed the anniversary. It’s been in the news a lot.”

You blink, try to relax. “Oh.” Swallow down the tightness in your throat.

Truthfully, you haven’t paid much attention unless it concerns you or a future target. It takes less effort than you’d like to get sucked back there. To hear Elysie screaming. The shifting of the ground under everyone’s feet as it literally dissolved into a silver dust. And now you carry a piece of it with you. A sword to point at your enemies, at the entire world.

“Oh…” You try to clear your throat, “Can you believe it?”

That gets a laugh from her. She takes her hand from your shoulder and rubs the sleeve of her arm, the one you know must still have patches of mismatched skin where the grafts didn’t take correctly. “I really thought that was it for me…”

Something in your chest twists and you have to rub at your eye. “I’m glad I saved you back then.” You say, and to your surprise find it’s still true.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I still get nosebleeds sometimes.” You admit, surprising yourself. “Not as often… but ever since then.”

“Yeah?” Ortega moves closer to you, shoulders touching. So close. Too close. “Have you ever thought to see a doctor about it?”

“Ortega, please,” you arch an eyebrow, the smile on your face turning genuine. “Have you met me?”

“Ah-hah, the real reason you retired: fear of doctors.”

You laugh. “You’ve found me out.” Without really thinking about it you press your shoulder back against hers. Enjoy the warmth of the falling sun against the cool of the salt air. “You ought to think about it too.”

“What? Retire?”

“There’s plenty of other people that could save the world, you know.” You bite your lip. “It doesn’t have to be you.” You wish she’d stop. Let it go. Don’t.. don’t put herself in danger like that again.

“Hah. Well.” Ortega straightens up, pulling away from you. “I think saving the entire world might be beyond my pay grade…” She steals a glance at you from the corner of her eye. “I’ll be happy if I can just save people.”

You turn away from her, shift down on the railing. “What about stopping them?” You can feel the railing shift as she turns to you but you don’t look back.

“You know there’s only one I care about.”

“Really.”

“Well, alright.” She sighs. “There’s Hollow Ground and then there’s Ghost.”

“Banshee.” You correct her.

She blinks. “They changed their name again?”

Oh.

Shit.

You shrug, try to play it off like it was nothing and steal a glance at her. “That’s what the paper said this morning.” You force a laugh, smiling at the ocean. Have to play this cool. “Ghost was kind of stupid name anyway, wasn’t it?”

“Whatever they go by,” You can feel Ortega’s eyes on the side of your face. “They need to be stopped.”

“But–” you swallow the words in your throat, try again, “but why does it need to be you?”

Ortega’s gaze is still boring a hole through you. “They made it personal.”

You close your eyes, try not to think about her looking at you. “It doesn’t – it doesn’t have to be. There’s other heroes, and – and – and it didn’t go well for you the last time.” You grip the railing tight, rub your hands against the metal. “I worry about you.”

“You don’t need to.” You open your eyes and she’s smiling at you, confident, and there’s something about her eyes, wrinkles casting a shadow in the sun. Whatever seven years might have done to Ortega, it hasn’t damaged her ability to look stunning in the spotlight.

You collapse against the railing, chin on metal. “I keep trying to… to tell myself, and it hasn’t helped.”

“You don’t have to protect me,” she laughs. “When did you get to be such a mom?”

You groan, a sound that turns into more an anguished noise than you had intended. “You don’t – you don’t get it.”

Everything she’s ever worked for: a lie. A lie you need to destroy, burn down to the ground. Yourself included. What would she do if you came clean right now? Right here? Zap you and turn you back in? Kill you? If you really believed she’d actually kill you, maybe you’d tell her. Let her do the thing you keep chickening out of. Take the choice out of your hands.

“You keep saying I don’t get it, Ari.” Ortega’s voice dips, hurt? Serious? “So, explain. Talk to me. Make me get it. Please.” Ortega’s voice by your ear is too much. You’ve got to… you’ve got to move. Get out. If only it was as simple as running away.

You test the railing in your hand. “W-why don’t we, uh, why don’t we walk?” You glance behind you, then up and down the promenade. No obvious witnesses you can detect. You vault over the railing and pick your way down across the rocks of the jetty. Behind you, the sounds of Ortega scrabbling over the railing after you.

“Not planning on a swim, I hope.” Ortega picks her way from stone to stone after you.

You shake your head, glance back while you let her catch up. “I don’t swim,” not in this body, “I– I just wanted privacy.”

Ortega looks at you, not quite smiling, not quite frowning. The wind pulls at your hair, clothes. “Not much more private than this, ‘less you count the seagulls.”

You take a breath, try to steady yourself. “Look Ortega, I – I…”

You wilt, look away. This isn’t the time. Sooner or later you’ll have to give up this delusion but you can’t bring yourself to jump just yet. Just… Just a little longer. One more day even. “I have my reasons. I’m sorry. I– I can’t talk about it.”

Ortega watches as you carefully balance yourself from one rock to the next, the wind blowing your shawl around your body in waves that mimic the sea. “Not ever?”

You wince. “N-n-not yet.”

“So… someday then?”

You grit your teeth, hop rocks, teeter for a second. “D-don’t push your luck, Ortega.”

She hops to a rock next to you, flashes you a smile. “And why not?”

“One day you’ll…” You pause to pull your shawl tighter against yourself. “You’ll get more than you can handle.”

“You’d have to start talking to me first.” Ortega sounds tired as she says it, and something in your heart or your gut or both twists at the tone of her voice.

“I’m– I’m talking.” You hold your shawl shut tight, wrapped around you.

She catches your eye, tries on a smile. “It’s a start.” She holds out a hand towards you. “Well. Since we’re here, and we’re talking, I suppose I should tell you…”

You look at her hand, then up at her face, the smug smile slowly starting to grow there. “What?”

“I’d really like to kiss you.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“What?” She raises an eyebrow. “Am I not sexy enough without 36 stitches and having lost a pint of blood first?”

You can feel the heat in your face. “Th–th–that’s not it! I mean…” A jumble of words gets caught in your throat and for a moment you open your mouth and no sound comes out.

Ortega laughs, “You okay there, Ari?”

You take a breath, glare at her. “Don’t make me push you.”

She puts a hand to her chest in mock shock. “My Ari?” –You heart skips a beat– “Never.” She offers her hand, shaking it. “Well?”

A dozen different alarm bells are screaming in your head in all the ways this is even worse an idea than last time. “F-f-f-fine.” You take her hand, letting your shawl flap loose in the breeze again. And you’ve jumped the ledge. “M-maybe I’d.. I’d like that.”

Ortega laughs, “Ariadne!” You could cry at the way she says your name if you weren’t already straining to hold yourself together. “I’m not going to shoot you.” She hops onto your rock.

“Just. Shut up.” You hiss, face burning. You grab her shoulders as she pushes against you. To steady her or yourself? Both?

It’s a soft inhalation of breath and then warmth against you, every point of contact a spark demanding your attention. Hand on your back, neck, lips too close to yours. You cling to her as it gets harder to stand.

Swallow back panic. Swallow back memories of white. You are stronger than it now. You have to be. What was the point of all this otherwise? “If… If you drop me–”

She pulls you in, barely audible over the city and the waves. “I won’t. Never.”

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne

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erintoknow · 4 years

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OC motifs

Ariadne Becker - Fallen Hero: Rebirth

Intro: Same Old Blues - Phantogram Fight: Game Over - ALEX Outro: Blacknwhite - Left At London

Dara Ó Broin – Dnd 5e Campaign

Intro: Beginner’s Luck - Maribou State Fight: the devilll for my hurt - the olllam Outro: ...Familiar Place - Lucy Dacus

Aura Katsaros - Pathfinder 1e OC

Intro: Future - Transviolet Fight: Kakusei - Superfly (Cover by Sapphire) Outro: March - Yuki Kajiura

this was rattling around in my head for a while, sdfds what music do you associate with your own characters? c:

#fallen hero: rebirth #Dnd #Pathfinder #fhr/Ariadne #dara ó broin #Aura Katsaros #music

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erintoknow · 4 years

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be scared with me

retro-actively calling this for ockiss week even though this has been sitting as a WIP for months now @ratkingkisses‘s Zia Basri x Ariadne Becker, Fallen Hero: Rebirth OCs ~4.2k words [AO3]

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“Come on darling, no more dawdling!” Zia Basri pulls at your arm, her elbow locked with yours. You let her pull you along, past the doorman whose thoughts are none the wiser over your faked tickets. “Now this is a party.” Zia’s smile is broad and unguarded as her eyes sweep over the ostentatious gold and silver decorations of the wide ballroom floor.

Your own eyes fixate on the large chandelier hanging in the center of the room. In its shadow is a buffet table. Or more accurately, a series of buffet tables arranged into a rectangle. Hrm. Anyone gets any funny ideas about the lights, only the help managing the food will be crushed.

Disappointing.

No pressure pushes down on your awareness, no sensation of static drowns out the buzz of minds around the two of you. The Dampeners aren’t on then. Good. That bribe hadn’t been for nothing. That’ll make tonight much, much easier.

You glance back over to Zia, slightly above eye-height for once thanks to her high-heeled shoes. “S–stay focused.”

Zia doesn’t look at you, only the slightest quirk of her lips. “Of course.”

“I’m serious.” You hiss. “We only have the one shot at this.”

“Ari. Dear.” Zia laughs, shaking her head. “I’m a professional. Please.”

“Yeah. N–not – not helping.”

Robbing from, Henry Yasuda, one of the richest men in Los Diablos is not exactly the smartest thing you’ve ever done, but if it puts a dent in his prestige and political power it’ll be worth it. That was Zia’s pitch to you anyway. You’re pretty sure she doesn’t care about the political angle. Just getting a piece of the pie.

And, well, that money would help along several other projects you’ve had sitting on the back burner.

And it’s a very large pie.

You put your free hand to the frame of your sunglasses. Is it gouache to wear them indoors at a high society event? Probably, but fuck these guys. No one seems to be paying either of you much mind. Lost in their only little worlds, no doubt helped along by Zia’s telepathic talents. You can feel the edge of her awareness brush past yours, getting a feel for the room at large.

“Relax.”

You snap your head back to Zia, and she laughs at you.

“It’s a good plan.” She disentangles your arm from hers. “I’ll finish taking stock here. You take care of setting up plan B.” With a soft push to your back, Zia sends you stumbling out away from her.

Right.

The plan.

Stick to the plan.

You made the plan. So. Better stick to it. The plan, that is.

Yes.

Adjusting the strap of your purse you glance around, pick up the location of the restroom from a nearby mind and head off in that direction. In a fashion, the plan is the same as the original Plan. From the Gala debut. Only this time, the explosions are plan B. If the two of you can get out of this without any fighting, that would be ideal. No fighting, no hint that anything’s wrong.

And if you get caught… well, that’s where plan ‘B for bomb’ comes in. No time for thieves if super villains are attacking right? Slip out in the chaos. Ideally with the prize still.

In a locked bathroom stall, you remove the explosive charges from the false bottom of your purse and prime them for the radio signal. Back in at the top of your purse they go and you take a minute at the bathroom sink before for cover and to psych yourself up.

You’ve been over the schematics a million times. You know exactly where to place the charges to maximize noise and debris while minimizing the risk of casualties. And if something does get hurt… well, these people are all rich out of their minds anyway. A little psychological scarring builds character.

Exiting the bathroom again, you spare a thought towards Zia as you make your rounds around the ballroom. She seems to be doing okay. Thoughts calm except for – well, she’s always eager for excuse to really stretch her abilities. Show off. Showing off for you, you’re not sure. You’re the only one that knows Zia Basri as anything but a reclusive and retired industrialist. The Nemesis to your Adrestia.

You linger by a wide, double-paned window, one hand surreptitiously palming the last charge onto the rim of a potted plant. You’ve got a clear view of Zia across the bustle of the floor. Wrapped in a gown of black with pink accents, the metallic silver glint from her jewelry catching the lights. She’s chatting up another woman in a sharp black suit. Typical.

The two of you should have gone your separate ways after the escape. Your continued partnership like this is a risk. A weak point. One of you screws up, and you’ll both be damned. This is it. This is the last time you’re working with her. This time for real.

Getting close to people is a liability for… people, like yourselves. Depending on others is a liability. And Zia is arrogant about the extent of her telepathy and full of herself besides. Sure, she’s saved you a couple times at this point but it was a matter of practicality. You going down would only risk exposing her as well.

Look out for number one, that’s all that –

The woman Zia’s been talking to laughs, stepping into Zia’s personal space. Wrapping an arm around her back and – oh. They’re kissing. You grit your teeth. Zia enjoys flirting, of course she’s going to flirt here. Hardly a surprise for this to happen.

God they’re going at it. This is risky as hell. Even Zia has to know that. Look at her body language. Stiff, and – is that her hand shaking? You’re too far away to be sure. You shake your head. Try not to clench your fists as you walk over. Walk. Not storm. Relaxed, not tense. Why would you be tense? Absurd. Crazy.

“Basri. There you are.” You flash a terse smile at Zia and her new ‘friend.’

They break apart. Zia quickly stepping away and smoothing out her dress. Her companion raises an eyebrow, looking between the two of you.

“B–becker.” Zia nods at you, flashes a smile back, “Back so soon?”

“Mmhm.” You step towards her, a hand on her arm. “Can I talk with you?” You glance at the other woman. “Alone?”

“I – yes. Yes, of course.” She gives an awkward wave as you pull her away. “Loved chatting with you dear!”

You pull her along, into one of the side hallways stretching down into the wings of the building. You let go of her arm, glancing back towards the ballroom. “Are you okay?”

Zia frowns, rubbing where you touched her. “I was doing just fine until you so rudely pulled me away.”

“I–I–I can’t – Okay. Fine. We need to – to talk. Now.” You glance around, “Privately.”

“So eager to keep me for yourself, sweetheart?”

You ignore her jab, an open door to a study off the hallway catches your attention. That’ll work. Don’t pick up anyone else inside. You push Zia into the room, pulling the door shut behind you both. “What – what the fuck were you thinking!?”

The other woman smiles quietly to herself, easing out the crinkles in her dress. “I don’t understand what you mean, my dear.” She props herself up against a wardrobe, crossing her arms. “We’re here for a job. Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun along the way.”

“Fun!?” You grit your teeth, strain to keep your voice down. “That–that–that woman was halfway down your throat!”

Zia’s smile broadens into a smirk. “Jealous?”

You step back, “N–no! Ugh! You always do this!” Throw your hands into the air as you storm over to the room’s one window. “Suppose Little Miss Handsy got too frisky? Huh? What’re you going to do then?”

Zia yawns, waving the thought away with a hand. “Oh, I suppose I’d have to wipe the poor dear’s mind. Make her think she got a little too drunk.” She shrugs. “Nothing would happen.”

“And the security cameras? Everyone else in the fucking ballroom?”

“Please, sweetheart, You of all people should know just how powerful I am these days.”

You turn away from the window to stare her down again. “That’s not – that’s not your risk to take, Zia! W–we’re in this together!”

She doesn’t look back at you, studying her fingernails. “For as long as it’s convenient at any rate, my dear handmaiden.”

“Oh fuck off.” You storm towards her, “You can’t keep treating everything like it’s some big game!”

“Isn’t it?” Her smile collapses into a frown as she finally looks over at you. “I’m sick of hiding all the time, and I’m sick of these…” She tugs at the collar of her dress, a look of disgust on her face. “turtlenecks. All the time! One day I want to wear something flashy and not fear for my life!”

Ah. “So y–you were scared back there.”

Zia snaps back to you, letting go of her dress. “I didn’t say that!”

You shake your head, rubbing at your temples. “You were tenser then a coiled spring. I saw your hand shaking.”

“They were not.” Zia snorts. “The only scared woman here is you, dearie. Scared, and jealous.”

“I wasn’t–” you swallow the words back, heart in your throat. “Okay. You know what. Fine. Fine! I–I–I am. Jealous. I admit it.” You put a hand to your chest, as if you could hold your heart in from exploding.

Zia blinks, taken aback. You’ve called her bluff.

“At least – at least I can. Admit it. You – you cocoon yourself in your little act and you think if no one sees the real you, nothing can hurt you!” You laugh, can’t believe you’re actually saying this out loud finally. “When we first met, I thought you were so – so ‘cool’ so ‘imposing.’ That you had it all together, but you know what?” You jab a finger at her. “I–I–I see right through you now. You’re just as scared as I am. No,” You shake your head. “More scared! You’re too scared to even let yourself be scared.”

Silence stretches out between the two of you. Ah fuck. You went too far this time. You’ve blown it.

“Are you done?” Zia stares at you, her expression unreadable. Shaken? Uncertain? Or are you just projecting?

Take a deep breath. Hold. Exhale. “N–no. There’s, um. There’s one more thing.”

“Wha–” Zia doesn’t get to finish speaking as you pull her into an embrace. Her body is rigid in your arms.

“It’s… it’s okay to be scared.”

There’s silence, and then, a weak laugh. “We should… finish the mission.”

You let go of her, heat flashing across your face. God. You idiot, what were you thinking? Zia steps away, and quickly averts her head. But not before you catch a flush across her face. You try not to stare. Thoughts like smoke, melting away before you can read anything coming off her.

You cough and take a step back yourself. “R–right. The… the mission.” You run a hand under your purse strap. “Plan B is ready.”

Zia looks back to you, her usual cool demeanor coming back. “Then let’s get started on Plan A.” She sweeps a hand back through her hair. Pulling back her hand, she twirls a pair of bobby pins between her fingers before they vanish up a sleeve. “Lead the way, my dear handmaiden.”

You roll your eyes and don’t say anything. You’ve given up on the whole name thing. You could just change yours, but it’s the principle of the issue. It’d be like admitting defeat. Putting a hand on the door handle, you pause a moment to get a sense if anyone’s looking out in the hallway. Satisfied you open the door, Zia following you back outside. “Alright, first stop the security station. You ready to fish?”

Zia nods in the affirmative as you glance back to her, a smirk playing across her face. “Cakewalk.”

“Just – just try to restrain yourself. And – wait for my signal. No more diversions. Stay focused.”

“Getting bossy aren’t we?” Zia laughs as you glare at her. “Worried?”

“You wanted me to plan this. So I – I did.”

“Relax. I have total confidence in you.”

You frown at that. “We meet up at the vault.” Turning away you hesitate, glance backwards. “Be careful. I – I’m fucking serious.”

–

Sneaking into security offices is starting to become old hat. Can’t deny that you and Zia make a good team. One takes care of the CCTV and other security, the other gets the target to practically hand over the goods. If anyone’s caught on yet, there hasn’t been any sign of it.

It only takes a few carefully planted suggestions to pull the sap stuck watching the security cams into a deep sleep. Stepping around him, you plug the USB stick with the virus ready to deploy. The monitor screens flicker for a moment and then nothing. You bite back a smile as you pull the stick back out. By the time they notice anything wrong, if they notice anything wrong, it’ll be too late.

From there, it’s a matter of a few careful keypresses to turn off the laser detectors and alarm system. You’ve got maybe half an hour before someone checks on the office and resets the alarms.

Plenty of time.

Hopefully.

Closing your eyes you stretch out your awareness, find the hazy void of thought that masks Zia’s presence and give it a sharp prod. A moment passes and you feel a hard shove in return.

Okay. Great. So far, so good.

Closing the door behind you you set off down the hallway. You’ll take the long way around. Hopefully Zia doesn’t need any help. She’s a better telepath than you are. Better at manipulating people even without that advantage. She’ll be fine. She has to be fine. It’ll work out you just have to –

You pull hard against the wall as a guard walks past. Nudge his attention away from spotting you alongside the hallway. He walks past without stopping, eyes straight ahead, whistling a bored tune.

You should spend less energy worrying about Zia and more on paying attention to yourself. Cursing under your breath, you wait a second to confirm and then head off again. You and Zia both have your skinsuits on under everything, if it comes down to it. It’d be such a waste of a dress though.

The vault is further back into the mansion, away from the bustle of the ballroom and the party showing off Yasuda’s influence. As you get closer, there’s no sign of Zia. Already inside? No – you can pick her coming up the other end of the hallway. Behind schedule, but still within allowance.

Zia catches your eye and the two of you exchange nods. Trailing on Zia’s arm is Henry Yasuda himself, babbling some braggart story that Zia clearly hasn’t been paying attention to. He looks at you, eyes sliding off you face, a dazed, glossy look to them. Dreaming? Well, as long as Zia can get him to open the door.

You hang back, taking flank. “Any trouble?”

“Of course not.” Zia pulls her arm away from Yasuda, giving him a soft push towards the door. “Now, what did you want to show me, sweetheart?”

The man mumbles something, an unintelligible mix of English, Spanish, and Japanese. Presses his hand against the door, frowns, then tries again. Twice more before he finds the keypad.

Zia snickers, “Find the right strings and they fall over themselves to help you ruin them.”

“F–focus.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” She waves you away, pouting. “Look at him, thinking he’s getting something out of this. Adorable.”

You hold your breath. On the third try, the keypad turns green under Yasuda’s fingers and the doors click open. The two of you let him enter first, following quickly behind before the doors can shut.

Zia claps her hands together, looking around the shelves lining the walls of the modest-sized office. “Very nice.” Instead of books, a collection of jewels, fossils, and historical artifacts fill the shelves. A collection of paintings are haphazardly arranged on easels in one corner. Temporary relocation during the party? Huh. They’re either worth a lot, or not enough.

Glancing over at Zia, you grab her arm, pulling her hand back from a display box of gems. “Don’t touch anything.” You hiss. “No fingerprints.”

“You’ve got space in that purse.”

“Limited space. Com’on.” You gesture to Yasuda. “Put him out and keep an eye open while I look.”

Grumbling, Zia waves at Yusada dismissively and the man crumbles into a heap in the corner, lights out. “What’s the point of breaking in if we don’t steal anything?”

“Priorities.” There’s a desk and computer at the far end. Dipping a hand into your purse you pull out a pair of plastic gloves, snapping them on. “This is worth more, and harder to track.”

“But where’s the romance?” Zia’s eyes dip down to your hands. “I don’t suppose you…?”

“No.”

“Ugh.”

“Could have packed your own.”

Zia doesn’t have anything to say to that.

You don’t risk sitting down on the chair, pulling it back and out of the way as you jam another USB stick into an open port. A few nerve-wracking seconds later the login screen on the monitor disappears, replaced by the desktop. Fist pump in the air, just the tiniest, most restrained motion, but it catches Zia’s attention.

“Going well?”

Nod as you sort through the files, pulling passwords, account numbers, anything that looks like it might be valuable. “Fucker thought he’d be safe keeping his computer off the network.” You snicker, shaking your head. “We should be able to do some real damage before they catch on.”

“Mmm.”

“Look at some of this stuff, this folder is literally labeled ‘Blackmail’ it’s beyond parody. It doesn’t even look to be encrypted. These people really think they can just do whatever they want–”

“Look, dear, I’ve been… thinking about what you said.”

The tentative tone in Zia’s voice gives you pause and you spare a glance over to her. Your fellow super villain is pacing the walls of the room, facing away from you.

“You’re just… well, so weak–”

You frown and shift your focus back to the computer. For a moment you thought this was going to be something heartfelt. But no. It’s just Zia being Zia. What did you really expect? She keeps talking but you’re only half paying attention, waiting for the jab or the fake-out you’ve come to expect from her.”

“–but your weakness hasn’t made you any less strong; And I… well…”

A sharp piercing ringing cuts through the area. You jump, cursing as you bang your knee on the edge of the desk.

“That wasn’t me!” Zia is tense, on alert as you look over to her, quickly backing away from a shelf.

“W–what did you – I told you not to–”

“Was hardly my doing, darling, I promise you.” Zia frowns, a challenge in her stare. “You ready to go?”

You tsk, wincing at the computer screen. “C–can you buy me a minute?”

Zia glances towards the far corner of the room, then up towards the ceiling. You can feel the edge of her telepathic presence skirting around you. “I just redirected to guards who were on their way here. As beautiful and talented as I am, my dear, I can’t keep that up forever before it becomes obvious.”

“Right.” You take a breath, chewing on the inside of your cheek until you taste blood. “Right. Okay. Okay.” Check the contents of the USB. Not everything you wanted, but can you really afford to waste any more time? But – but – but…

“Ariadne!” Zia’s voice is sharp and loud, cutting through the noise both in the air and in your head. You snap your head up, find her eyes.

You nod. Take a breath. You dip down to pull the USB out of it’s port and slip it back into your purse, then log off the computer. “Okay. Let’s go.” Power-walking back to Zia, already waiting by the doors. Peeling off the plastic gloves and tucking them away as you go. One hand in your purse, finds the remote detonator, thumbing the trigger.

Zia eyes your arm and cocks her head to the side, a smirk on her face. “Time for plan B?”

“Time for plan B.”

Her grin only widens.

You press the trigger as the two of you step into the hallway. Half a second later, a soft ‘boom’ rattles the paintings hanging from the walls followed by series of screams.

Your partner in crime cackles, clapping her hands together. “Well! I suppose we should be good girls and evacuate with the rest of the sheep now.”

You bite back a smile. “I sincerely doubt anyone has called you a ‘good girl.’”

In the chaos of people fleeing the smoke, Zia and yourself are able to slip back into the crowd. Just another pair of wannabe socialites having a terrible time of it. Nothing to see here. Once outside, you’re able to slip onto the street before the police arrive. Walk a few blocks before calling a taxi cab.

The come down from after an operation is always a little surreal. That slowly sinking realization that once again, you haven’t been caught. Zia directs the cab driver back to her penthouse suite, because of course you always have to debrief there. She has standards after all. Ones much higher than a dingy corner of a refurbished workshop.

As soon as the two of you are safely inside, you drop your purse on a table and collapse onto an open couch. You can change clothes later, when the shock finally wears off.

Zia snickers from the kitchen table, something alcoholic and fruity smelling in her hand. “Tired already, my dear handmaiden?”

“Aren’t you?”

“This is the part I hate. Where all the, the uh, the doubts come filtering in.” You groan into the couch mattress. “Why did the alarm go off early? Will Yasuda remember us at all? What if there was some sort of recording device or secondary CCTV we missed? What if someone places us there and realizes we weren’t on the guest list? What if all the files are dummy data or one of them is some kind of trap? What if–”

“Ariadne.” Zia laughs, cutting you off. “Relax darling. Everything went fine. Between my talents and your planning, everything went off without a hitch. It was flawless much like these…”

You hear a a solid ‘clunk, clunk, clunk’ of something heavy being laid out on the kitchen table. Eyes wide you shot up from the couch and stare over at Zia who sits back, watching you, a sly smirk on her face. A series of brilliant blue sapphires glitter under the kitchen light.

“Oh my god.” Your voice cracks. “I – I told you not to touch anything.”

She sighs, rolling her eyes. “If we didn’t steal something they’d know you’d broken into that computer for sure.” She picks up one of the gems, turning it over in her fingers. “A common jewel thief is much less concerning than a hacker wouldn’t you say?”

You blink.

Frown.

“I…” Chewing at your cheek again you get up from the couch and walk over to the table. “You’re right.”

“I’m right?” Zia blinks, taken aback, a hand to her chest. Her surprise is gone just as quickly, cool confidence radiating back out. “Of course I am.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” You try to scowl, but can’t keep it up under the shear pleased expression on Zia’s face.

Zia preens, brushing her hair back with a smile. “No, no, do keep going. Tell me how I’m right again?”

“I take it back.”

“Too late.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Jealousy?”

“I–” You shut your mouth and purse your lips, glaring down at Zia in her seat. “What was that you were trying to say back there, anyway? Right before you set the alarm off?”

“I–? I did not set off the alarm!” Zia scoffs, hand to her chest again. “And anyway, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hrm.” Something in the back of your head screams at you as you step in closer. This is a mistake. You can’t trust giving someone like Zia this much power over you. And yet –

“Ariadne?” Zia stares back at you, challenging.

You dip in, a kiss on the cheek and pull back before she can make a decision either way. Zia blinks, caught in a moment of unguarded shock as she puts a hand to where your lips touched her. The full weight of her telepathic presence presses against yours. Probing, questioning. “S–still… still scared, I see.”

“Me? Scared?” Zia scoffs, pulling her hand back down, willing her expression back to something more neutral. “You’re mistaken.”

You bite your lip. Fuck. There’s too many ways this ends badly. What are you thinking? Have you completely lost your mind?

“Well then…” You offer a hand out to your partner-in-crime. “Be scared with me?”

#fallen hero: rebirth #ockiss20 #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne #zia basri #wlw fanfic

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