Begin at the Beginning (open)
After finding the pack's ground and introducing herself, ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se had spent the rest of the morning settling in. Since she was missing the two big bags she'd brought with her and the rest of her things were being shipped that took an unsurprisingly short amount of time. The grounds and her rooms were adequate, not that ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se was accustom to luxury, and what was offered would have to be down right atrocious before she opted to live away from the pack. It just wasn't in her nature.
Still irritated that she couldn't change her cloths, but somewhat mollified by a quick shower, she headed down to the Arch. She wanted to see it as a patron and get an idea what she'd be working with before people started trying to justify their jobs and treating her as the boss.
So far she was pleased and impressed. The building itself was a work of art. The front desk was polite and knowledgeable, the few volunteer docents also seemed to know their job and when asked a question they didn't know the answer to they didn't fake it, they found out or at least directed her to some one who might know.
The private viewing rooms were interesting and she made a note to look into them further, as well as to make friends with Meridian a company that seemed to be quite important in the city and to the museum. Satisfied she set about casually touring the galleries, slowly ambling through the surrealists, admiring a lesser known Dali.
((OOC... new character...shall we break her in a bit?))
That said he was bored off his rocker but determined to get through this entire place. As he read each description under each painting, saving the more interesting sculptures and exhibits for later, he flattened his feet, breathed deeply, and drew his left leg up with his arms behind his back.
May as well do something entertaining while reading about... who was he reading about?
Like Vegas, just nowhere near as much fun apparently.
((ooc: May as well break in multiples!))
One of the adults, however, didn't seem quite as concerned with propriety. She raised a delicate eyebrow at the young man's posture and position. How very odd. He seemed very balanced and in no danger of falling so she wasn't about to chide him. Cocking her head from one side to the other she watched for several seconds, finally deciding she was somewhat amused.
Quietly approaching him she politely questioned him.
"Bonjour monsieur. Has the painting inspired you?"Â?
It was one of Degas' ballet dancers. And while the young man's pose did not match the young girl's exactly one could infer inspiration.
"Uh. No. I mean yeah, it's a great picture. I was just... uh, reading. About Degas."
Well, so much for going largely unnoticed. Way to blend. He would have done better to keep his hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. He wasn't sure if this lady worked here but she sure seemed somehow... in place. Confident. She didn't seem angry at all though so he relaxed a little.
"I'm not huge into Impressionism. I figured I'd start here and work my way in," he strained and remembered the type of art without having to cheat and read the plaque next to the description again.
"I've always liked the sense of movement you get from his work."Â?
It was a casual observation. Technically she didn't start until tomorrow and was only observing today so ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se wasn't about to pound him over the head with technical observations or historical perspectives. She didn't even compare and contrast.
That didn't surprise her. For some reason many, many people seemed to gravitate towards impressionism when in an art museum. It was that or the old masters. Apparently those were the only forms of art people recognized. She offered him a relaxed chuckle, hoping to put him a bit more at ease.
"It is a common starting point, but perhaps not your cup of tea. I hadn't finished going through all the galleries myself, perhaps you'd like to join me?"Â?
A novice set of eyes could be invaluable. She could find out what had drawn him in and what was 'interesting' and what might be better highlighted to bring more people to the Arch.
None of this is my cup of tea, was his initial response, but he bit it back. Alex hadn't come here to meet people but he shouldn't ostracize the first person in Nachton who'd spoken to him.
"Uh, I'm not sure about every gallery," he said, turning and eying the vastness of the museum skeptically. "I think I could handle a few of them though."
Inwardly, he hoped he wasn't getting in over his head. The last thing he wanted was to be drawn into a boring and deep conversation about the virtues of various artists he knew nothing about.
Viv felt Brig's body shake with quiet laughter. Looking up at him, she caught his blue eyes looking down at her and she smiled.
"Cuz you haven't already thought of that...."
They had met discretely off pack property again, this time there were no police officers or muggers involved. The likelihood of running into one of the Pipers was close to nil, not in the ARCH. So they relaxed into displays of public affection and enjoyed each others company.
Leaning down, he kissed Viv softly on her cheek, making her smile. His eyes automatically began another sweep of the museum floor, searching for whatever it was his subconscious was trying to stay alert for, but only encountered a rather limber man by the Impressionists talking to a pale skinned woman. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents and he heard Viv do the same.
"That's my job," he said nudging her.
"Sorry," she giggled, "habit."
Brig's eyebrows furrowed, wondering what kind of habits she had when their path took them by the other couple. He heard the tail end of their conversation, now that he was concentrating.
"Let's be sociable? We need more couple friends, " he said with a smile.
"Considering we don't have any? Sure, I'm game."
Clearing his throat, Brig politely cut into the other pair's conversation. "If there are tours, we're game!" Pointing to Viv he introduced them. "This is Vivienne, I'm Brian. Hope we're not interrupting?"
With a bright smile she nodded.
"Of course of course. I am ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se and this is..."Â?
She and the young man had not introduced themselves just yet so she paused to give him time to do so.
"Although I'm not certain how much of a tour guide I will make I just arrived today and was trying to find some company while I got the lay of the land."Â?
After all she didn't technically start until tomorrow.
As she spoke, her accent was rich and melodic, leaving little doubt as to where she was from.
"But I did pick up one of the self guided tours so at least we will not get lost."Â?
ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se said lightly, clearly amused by the idea of getting lost inside the Arch. There could be worse things.
He was vastly relieved not to be the only person being tugged along on an impromptu Arch tour. While he didn't necessarily relish attracting any more strangers, meeting new people had to be good for business. As long as he didn't fuck up and manage to push anyone away by being weird.
"I haven't been here that long myself," he said to Therese. "Not fresh off the plane, but I moved here a couple months ago. I've been so busy getting organized and opening my shop that this is the first chance I've had to actually explore Nachton."
She just got here today and she was touring the Arch? That was unusual, but Alex just gave a mental shrug. Maybe she just needed to wind down after her trip.
He shrugged and flashed a smile at Brian and Vivienne. "I'd say you found company," he said. "Where's the next stop?"
Brig looked down at her and nodded. "Been in Nachton a couple years, but here...once, with Lothias and Carol, actually."
"See! He is not a newbie. Lead on, though. Don't let us stop ya."
"What kind of shop are you opening, Alexander? Anything fun?"
ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se noticed Brian's bearing and lazily wondered what he did for a living. He had the look of some of the men in the Legion, perhaps he was a cop or something similar.
"How odd that three of four of us have not been in town long."Â?
Hearing that Brian had been through the museum before she laughed.
"I think that means you have seniority. Are you sure you do not want to lead?"Â?
Not truly meaning that she started them toward the Joan MirÃƒÂ³ exhibition. It would be smallish and probably not overwhelm Alexander.
"If I may, where did you both arrive from?"Â?
"I think so," he said to Brian. "It's called Roughing It. It's a camping and outdoor goods store down on the strip. I have a studio above it... evenings, I give yoga and tai chi instruction there."
He shrugged modestly, a smile spreading across his features. "Took a while to get it going, but it's finally there."
He fell silent for a few moments when Therese spoke but answered when she voiced her question. "I'm from Maryland originally, lived in DC for a while while I went to school."
Therese had turned them into an exhibit of paintings that looked somewhat cheerful; at least in the sense that they all seemed to have vivid primary colors and almost childlike design. He was surprisingly interested.
"Oh my god, Brian," Viv squealed and then shook her head, laughing.
"Actually, my company just relocated to here, but my work takes me around quite a bit. Before here I was in Johannesburg for several years. Nachton's nice, you'll like it."
Turning to Alexander as he described his shops, Brig replied. "Wow really? Camping, huh?" He nodded while Viv practically pulled his arm off, she was so happy. "I'm guessing by degree of dislocation my shoulder is now in, Viv is pretty happy about your yoga studio, as well."
Viv began to hop in place, pulling on his arm. Brig couldn't help but laugh as he tried to calm her down by tapping her hand with his free one.
"Is it open now? We'd love to come by and check it out?"
Viv was giggly beyond belief. She was still doing her yoga every morning but she hadn't found anywhere she could go to take some classes, so meeting Alexander was perfect! Trying not to ignore Therese's question, she looked back at the lovely woman and smiled.
"I do a lot of traveling as well. Europe, South America...but recently I was in Australia. Brian and I work for the same company - that's how we met. What about you, Therese?"
"My congratulations on getting it up and running. I may have to stop by."Â?
She chuckled at Brian and even more at Viv's reaction.
"From what I have seen, I might suggest the third floor it doesn't get as much traffic. Or possibly the small African gallery, I started there and it was nearly deserted."Â?
Only glancing at the painting she smiled at the other woman.
"An office romance? Then I wish you the best of luck."Â?
Those could all to easily get sticky, as far as she'd seen. It was something ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se herself made it a point to avoid.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes not even able to answer that question.
"I do not remember I time we were not traveling. I am from France, Brittany, but I just left Portugal."Â?
Alex was taken aback, but happily so, with the amount of enthusiasm he received. Were all Nachton folk this engaging, or was there just a real market here for what he had? He'd tried to find the perfect place for his store; the instruction was just something he'd always done on the side, it seemed. he tried not to appear to eager but, damn, he could use the extra money new clientele would bring.
Instead he just gave a nod and smiled again. "It's open now," he answered. "You're welcome any time. If I'm not at the store you can find me upstairs."
He didn't comment on the office romance thing; it wasn't any of his business really. If the two of them were happy together then more power to them. Maybe it could get awkward but Alex had at least a little romantic streak; love could go a long way.
Instead of saying anything that might be misconstrued as judgmental Alex just nodded his acknowledgment and raised both eyebrows now at Therese.
"That's a lot of travel," he said. "Military family?"
"Well, you know how office romances are...usually on the down low," Viv winked at Therese, hoping to get her point across. Just in case, Viv took the blunt route. "Just remember, when you see us later, we hate each other, ok?"
A silly thing to say, but Viv has always had a thing about the truth. If asked directly, she was fairly certain she's be truthful with whoever asked her about Brig, not that she'd like it, but the alternative just didn't swing with her. Brig looked down at her and winked, replacing the nervousness with desire filled butterflies. Then all was right in the world.
ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se shrugged, it was as good an answer as any.
"Oui. Something like that most of us have served at one time or another, tradition you know."Â?
She smiled at the young man, despite the fact that they appeared about the same age ThÃƒÂ©rÃƒÂ¨se couldn't help but think of him as a young man.
"But you have not said what you think of the exhibit? Shall we move on? Perhaps there is something else more your taste?"Â?
She offered Vivienne a sympathetic yes conspiratorial smile. She understood completely.
"There is a thin line between love an hate, but should I see you with any one else I shall remember which side of the line you stand on. It must make things exciting though, trying but exciting."Â?
"Uh, I actually like these," he said hesitantly. "Kind of looks like finger painting. Something a bit more on my level."
Maybe likening what was obviously a famous artist to a finger painter wasn't a good idea. "I mean... sophisticated finger painting. Er... stylish. Like, adult finger painting."
He sighed. Alexander knew when to quit... unfortunately he'd passed that point several seconds ago and was suffering from a delayed reaction.