the "p" doesn't stand for pretentious, FYI. [art gallery, may 6th—??? ]

[theearth]

[ Welcome to Locke's very own Taste de Louvre, everyone! Predictably, the unveiling of the new set of statues at the magnificent Hugh P. Thadson Gallery of Fine Art has turned out to be a rather fanciful affair. The upper echelon of snobby society, in their snobby society attire, has come to mingle amongst one another—and is endeavoring to ignore you, fair citizen, as much as possible—and discuss this fantastic addition to our city's fair culture.

The first statue is a touchingly metaphorical piece, the prominent carving of a snake coiled around a human heart that looks so real you can almost hear it beating within your ears. This statue appears to be the most popular; the crowds drawn around its base simply can't stop going on and on and on about how wondrous it is, along with the rest of the works on display tonight.

The second statue also depicts a snake, but has its blush-brushed scales cut dramatically open to display its own wicked black heart. The Thunder Corporation and its latest line of tacky memorabilia is the primary subject of discourse here.

The last statue is strikingly different from the other two, and features a wolf howling at the open sky,* dying in apparent agony with a sword driven through its chest. You get a distinctly unsettling impression from it that the other, ordinary folk don't seem to notice—that perhaps your adventure to meddle in recent affairs is ill-advised. Inscribed below the pained wolf's paw is a link of sorts to a peculiar forum that, when accessed, bears only the topic "Let's Negotiate" with the same message enclosed within. Strange, but since no one else is talking about it, you wonder if you can't have just imagined the whole ordeal... and yet stranger things have happened, right? Perhaps it's worth looking into, in any event.

There's plenty to do with the statues about and the gift shop buzzing, with lots of familiar faces to run into. So what's your agenda for the evening? ]

(( General mingling post for the plot as related to art gallery affairs! There will be base threads for OPEN INTERACTIONS, open to all as implied, CLOSED INTERACTIONS, for planned out one-on-one interactions between player characters, and a general purpose EVERYTHING ELSE, for characters who wish to explore the gift shop, just mull about. Just as a general reminder:

1) Touching one of the snake statues will grant you one (1) Echo, for two (2) Echoes max. However, touching a second statue will definitely arouse suspicion, so be prepared for that. One safe Echo, two potentially risky ones up for grabs here! No Echoes from touching the wolf statue, though, so slither your way towards the snakey-snakeys for those.

2) If you'd rather not touch the statues themselves, hanging around them for awhile -- about an hour or so -- will grant one (1) Echo.

3) Accessing the webforum will not grant an Echo, but posting a reply to it will. It will be possible to get a second during conversation, but as for how it happens... it's a secret to everybody!

4) Little statuettes are available for purchase in the gift shop, but do not grant an Echo themselves in any way.

You may also handwave the mingling NPCs being snobby snobs at you, just for fun. Because why not.

As before, please wait for all base threads to go up before posting. OPEN FOR BUSINESS! In your character's subthreads, please put your character's name, the day, and optionally the time you are visiting in the title so things remain nice and neat. Remember, open to all interactions in the open section and one-on-one time in the closed section. Everything else goes in Everything Else. This post will remain stickied throughout the entirety of the plot duration, for easy finding.

The plot post for this week, detailing about the art gallery and more, can be found here.

*This awesome picture drawn by our very lovely Lucas-mun! Thanks, MC! ]

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[hoennmaihime]

It's true. [Her smile shifts to something more demure to indicate her concession; she's happy just to trail along after him. To watch. All the better to pick up on subtle changes.

Really, she wouldn't be surprised if he tried to hide the moment of the occurrence, if he could reasonably do so. And she would find it charming.]

[jests]

[ it's somewhat discomforting to know he's being watched — haruka's own experience was unexpected (in a sense) and unprompted; not something he'd been explicitly watching for, but this, now—

deliberately, he tries not to pay her any mind as they re-enter the exhibit; whilst the wolf statue is pointedly different, there's something about the two statues of the snakes that captures his attention more and had done from when he'd first entered the gallery. he can't place why — it's more of a lingering kind of interest, a familiarity, present at the very edge of his thoughts that, whenever he tries to focus, slips away

(not that it's important now.)

he comes to a stop in front of the second of the two — the snake with the exposed heart: black, an implied wickedness — and he thinks. hadn't something been said (shared) — touching the statues (one of them would be enough, he hopes) would prompt a — thing. experience. he lets out a breath (quiet, almost inaudible), a mild sense of trepidation sitting in the very centre of his stomach.

well, then—
he runs his fingers along the painted scales (a feigned sense of interest he doesn't quite feel), though his hand soon drops away from the statue, fingers curling into a loose fist at his side (more a lack of surety than of aggression.) "—veiled us in smoke to aid our escape." (his voice.) laughter; "yes, some do battle, others just do tricks." (a second person; unplaceable but with a sense of the familiar; love and envy.) then, there had been a third person, utterly inconsequential but not without a lingering sense of distaste at their laugh, short and slight, and—.

he lets out another breath, this one deliberately audible and with humour lacing its tone. when he speaks, he turns back to face haruka, expression set not in a reflection of the odd way he feels (more than anything else, it had been hearing his own voice and knowing it to be his—) but in a friendly openness. ]

A wine glass transformed into a snake. [ phrased deliberately so as to omit the "I", even though he has little doubt she'll wish for him to elaborate further. ] Fitting, don't you think?

[hoennmaihime]

Magic...

[It comes out breathily; she's intrigued and she's not going to hide it. She'd found that generally, people liked to answer her questions when it was clear she was genuinely interested in the answers.

Still...]

When you put it like that? Very.

[Because she knows that they're both perfectly aware that there's more than one way to say things. That, paired with his expression... the amusement seemed real enough, but openness? Immediately after witnessing his own personal vision? She knew she didn't know him well at all, but Haruka had a better grasp on the person that was Luke than someone who would be expected to buy into that.]

Who did it, though? Was it you? [and after a moment of hesitation, because the intent behind it is born more of personal interest in him than she'd like:] What was it like for you?

[jests]

No. [ it's a touch more clipped than he'd have liked, but he can't, won't accept that it had been (was, would be?) him; a beat and somewhat softer, coupled with a dismissive, disinterested shrug: ] It wasn't anyone I recognised. [ which isn't entirely true. there had been a sense of the familiar, a recognised sense of — ego, righteousness and smugness in the reaction, in expectation. he'd known it, then, as well as he knows himself now, but—

a twitch of his lips and the barest hint of wry self-deprecation: ] Not unless I'm harbouring a hitherto unknown fondness for armour and cloaks.

[ he pauses, the hesitation (if it can be called that) wholly genuine. "what was it like?" it's a broad question, one he's entirely sure how to answer — so he doesn't, not immediately, instead turning to face the exit of the gallery. if they're going to discuss this, even in an entirely general sense, he doesn't think doing as much around the statues is entirely wise. ] Coffee? [ it's only half a question, really, as he doesn't bother to wait for an answer, and regardless of her answer (or non-answer), he adds: ] Disconcerting would be the best way of putting it, I think; familiar and not, all at once.

[ more than anything else, it's the not knowing he hates the most, the forced ignorance and fumbling in the dark. ]

[hoennmaihime]

[A singsong 'You never know' is on the edge of her lips when Haruka decides it better to hold her tongue. Whatever his reasons were, it was clear that it wasn't a possibility he liked so why push the matter? It wasn't that important for her to know, let alone at the risk of alienating him.

Still... 'armour and cloaks'. Interesting.

A quiet, surprised 'Eh?' slips out at the prompt, morphing into an 'Oh' when hits her why seconds later. The walls have ears and she had been uncharacteristically careless. A brief nod and a soft-]

Yes.

[-in response to both, if not unambiguously. And then she's turning, beginning her walk towards the exit.]

[jests]

[ he nods at that, pleased at his lack of need to elaborate or infer as to why he'd suggested it, once again leading the way out of the room and up the stairs towards the café. it's nothing special, of course, bearing nothing more than an entirely generic selection of overpriced cakes, sandwiches and cold and hot beverages. he doubts the café itself is inherently any safer (as it were) than the exhibition room itself, but it's busier, there's a more immediate bustle to the room, a greater mix of individuals and more importantly, it's louder.

essentially, then, they don't stand out at all.

lining up in the queue, he scans the list of drinks (lattes; espressos; americanos; mochas; hot chocolates; "add a flavoured syrup!"; full fat milk, skimmed milk and soy milk—) before glancing across at haruka. he'd mentioned it, so it would only be polite— ] What are you having? [ he's never cared for elaborate coffees, although he supposes it adds something to the socialisation; when the option's removed, he's always put in mind of dingy diners circa the 90s, serving the basics and nothing more, instant drinks from a machine, fried food and lack of modernisation.

a beat — a pause, as he gives haruka time to consider what she's going to have, and then he comments, mildly and without bothering to frame it in context (she'd know, after all, and no-one overhearing, deliberately or not, would): ] It's curious that there's no apparent similarities between them all.

[hoennmaihime]

Just a caffè macchiato, I think. and yourself?

[Actually, all she really wanted was a strong coffee, but that wasn't how ordering drinks worked. Latte macchiatos were her childish coffee go-to, given that leftover ice in frappuccinos tended to annoy her. Caffè lattes were her step up, still a 'girly' drink but not overly so, something to be drunk around family. Caffè macchiatos were for business, the implication that she was a girl who wanted to be taken seriously but still desired something fancy, something cute to her coffee. Someone to be regarded but ultimately - underestimated. There was no need display how grim of a person she was just quite yet.

...All of this, even though she doesn't actually read much into what other people drink.]

Honestly, I think I had expected as much, given what I'd heard beforehand. Still- [There's an intentional beat, but then it's their turn in line so projecting an amicable aura (shy, cute smile; eyes that appear eager; a tilt of her head while she waits) and giving her order delays her continuation slightly. It's when she's moving towards a table that suits their interests (suitable surrounding volume; direct path of escape) that she picks up where she left off:]

How can it be that they're all so personal...?