059 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[An invitation is delivered to everyone in the castle this morning, as well as slipped into the journal.]



[music can be heard in the background as Nora dictates]

I'm still looking for artists and employees, too, if anyone's interested. I was thinking of doing a display of kids' art, too. Like, art done by the kids during that week they were all there. If anyone wants to send some my way I can put it up before the opening.

((OOC: If anyone ventures to the town Nora can be found outside the Gallery today with a boombox nearby as she paints the front of the building. I'll do a log for the reopening for Saturday.))

Comments

[theabjectauthor]

You know I'll be there, Nora. And I think the display would be a very whimsical, yet practical addition to the gallery. A reminder of sorts...

Do you need any assistance with the preparations for the party?

[wolfchild]

To work doing what?

[thraxios]

[A written invitation demands a written reply--not that Gideon could have given a verbal answer anyway, but you know. He's playing by his culture's rules here. And so he slips a carefully folded sheet of paper under her door late in the afternoon, on which a short message has been written.]

Maselle,

I accept your kind invitation and look forward to seeing you at the opening of your art gallery. You have my best hopes for its success.

I remain
Your very assured friend,

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Sure, I'll give it a burl.

[eat_me_beat_me]

I was hoping you'd come, since I've been putting that notebook to good use with plans for the Gallery. [Aren't you proud of her?!]

Um... maybe? I'm still kinda working on that part. Honestly I don't know much about finger food that is fancier than chips and dip.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Anything, really. No one got back to me last time I asked if anyone who worked at the Gallery is still here and still wants to work. So I'm kinda doing this mostly on my own right now.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Whoa hey, she hadn't expected a written RSVP. Fancy. She smiles at the note for a minute before tacking it up on her wall near the dried flower she'd been given by Chaucer. It really did mean a lot to have friends like Gideon - adults who treated her like an adult instead of some stupid rebellious teenager. She made a mental note to make something for him as thanks for his friendship.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

Hey, sweet! Oh, right, you said you might make something to display. Did you still wanna do that?

[wolfchild]

I worked there.

[well_assembled]

I understand you have a number of works by Steve Rogers there. I could curate something, a sort of historical walk through about him if you wanted that sort of thing. Art isn't my forte, but that... that would be something I could do.

[silentrunning]

[Chell'd been working on her contribution for the gallery. Unfortunately, she'd NOT found a way to paint up-side-down. What she HAD done though was still interesting. She'd discovered the ability to hold paint brushes in both her toes and hands, and had painted that way, sprawling on the canvas. The art had turned out abstract, but... not totally bad. After all, art is art, yes? And even in its abstractness, it still represented something to Chell. So she'd titled it, neatly, in her best handwriting, "How Ideas Are Born"]

I have my submission for the gallery.

[She writes into the journal.]

[Action]

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna was just passing by when he hears the boombox and looks over. He blinks and curiously walks closer. Was she rebuilding? Or...]

Maybe this is the gallery?

[lightbranded]

It all sounds marvelous. What sort of art will you be showing?

[theabjectauthor]

Luckily, a very dear friend of mine is fond of collecting recipes. I will ask her if she has any fit for such an occasion.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah? Thanks! I'm not much of a cook but I might be able to pay someone once I start getting a little money into this place.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh yeah? We must've worked on different days, then. Sorry I never met you. I'm Nora. Nora Diniro. I started working there before Jo first opened it.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She does, indeed, have a few of Steve's paintings. The offer makes her grin]

That would be awesome! I was thinking about doing something about different artists who aren't here anymore, like tributes of them. I have art from a couple of other people who've gone home, too.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Can't you just hear her grin, Chell?]

Yeah? I can't wait to see it!

[wolfchild]

I was there almost every day.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Huh. Don't know how I missed you, then. [she shrugs] Would you be interested in working there again?

[wolfchild]

No.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Huh. Okay.]

That's cool. You should come by the opening and see the place.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora looks over when she hears someone speak, smiling.]

Yep. This is it. A lot better than it looked after the earthquake, too.

[eat_me_beat_me]

All kinds! It's all art done by residents so there's all kindsa stuff here. Abstract, portraits, landscapes, a sculpture... I've got it all.

[wolfchild]

I guess. [ she won't. ]