(Crocker Art Mueseum) Death by Mozart

[Tuesday]

Ryan gives purple skirt another once over, "You have like, impeccable taste. And like luck then." rasp drawls and hazels find those sapphires. "Are those like real too? They have to be like color contacts. I was thinking of getting myself some, since these are like, plain and I just want something that pops." a little truth thrown in for spice.

Fingers lightly touch the ends of the blue wig.

"I did it for Halloween once, and it was just amazing. You'd be surprised at how you feel when you just do something crazy like that." the hand drops, "I'm actually thinking of changing it up again. Like longer, and maybe platinum. But if I do that, I'd need to have those pop-y eyes, yeah." a nod. "Maybe do them in blue. With the white-blond. That'd be fun."

Shifting her weight (because holy fuck do these shoes hurt! why dose ryan have to wear them?!) "So what brings you here? Meeting someone or...?"

[Seraphina]

A genuine look of surprise appears on her face, she blinks a few times, “My eyes?” she asks before smirking with a chuckle, which had a musical sound to it, “What makes you think they’re fake?” she asks with a playful tone. “But yeah, they’re real, I’ve always had ‘em.” Kinda true, her eyes had always been blue. But her Keeper had enhanced the color over time. “But I’d say go for the contacts. Could even really add a surprise and wear different colored ones. That’d really get people’s attention. I’ve personally always liked green, such an uncommon color.” And more often seen in redheads.

Smirking, “I’d have to find a wig I liked, and even then, I’m not sure.” Plus, it might clash with her gilded skin. “But platinum? That’d be quite the striking look with blue eyes. Though why not red? Red heads are a little more rare these days, and the range of red that there is makes possibilities endless. I bet you could pull off being a red head.” She had the spunk that was for sure.

Taking a sip of water, “Networking mostly. Only been in town a couple months and looking to make some connections. And figured I hadn’t been to a gallery in years, so why not? What about you?” toss the ball back in her court.

[Campanella]

Campanella makes a study of the other men.

"Frederick," he offers.

He turns back to the painting.

"Predatory...? Hmm. Well. Yes, I admit there is that. Bold. Daring. Especially if her father didn't know. After all her father was quite a supporter of the artist as I recall. He was at the height of his powers, though. The artist. Hubris, perhaps? Thought he could get away with it under her father's nose?"

Campanella chatted away without the slightest pause. Denial at his own hubris most recently observed, perhaps. Or maybe his tainted perceptions had left quite a different impression on his memories. Memories being malleable and easy to shape and reconfigure.

"What a delicious story in any case."

He turned slightly towards Peter. "Have any other works caught your eye?"

[Star]

There's probably some sort of deep statement to be made about a Mystagogue looking at the medium and history of the subject and a Guardian looking at the meaning and intent...

...but Lance doesn't care about things like that*.

"Laaaance." Long fingers fluttered a wave at Peter and 'Frederick'.

"Is it predatory? Maybe it wasn't an overture, but an ongoing secret that Miss Weir was complicit in. Why, for all we know she was a Lolita and maybe even muse for Childe." The thought of beginning a Labyrinth with this expo made him giggle. "But, you're right, Frederick. It's just a story."

"Personally, I find all the photographic work far more interesting. To take an absolute and try to convey a message simply by framing and perspective. Fascinating!"

*

Had to give a shout out to one of my favorite performances to the brilliant Jason Isaacs!

[Tuesday]

"They are like super fucking blue." in her drawled dud voice. "I didn't think it was possible without help." either contacts or magic. Fisher went all blond white bitch, so eyes shouldn't be any different. Costly and maybe a stupid waste of mana when you could get contacts. But possibilities. "Oh! Yes! Green. I mean, I always wished my eyes had more green, and less everything else. Since. Yeah. Wow."

Pulling away, champagne flute points at the skirt, "You could do purple. You're like, rocking it now." Ryan takes another sip of her bubbly. "I know right? Like I just want that, wow oh my god. Fucking hot. But red? I hadn't thought red. Like ginger, or firetruck. Whatever. Think it would work with my complexion?" Her basic white Ryan's getting nice and polished. Star's probably having more fun then she is.

"Ahhhh." the sound's drawn out until the gravely rasp dies a slow death, "Well, if you're like arty and want like those sorts of connections, instead of just, you know meeting people. I like heard, through the grapevine, that that guy over there. In the blue suit and the red tie. He's like an art dude, like deals or something." Ryan shrugs, even as Tuesday's trying to get Campy some business. "Oh? Me? I'm not here for anything super important. Well, I heard about the ceramic pieces, and I just had to come check them out. I mean, have you seen some of the ta-tas on some of them?" Ryan lets out a naughty little giggle.

[Seraphina]

Another laugh, “Guess I just got lucky then. Blue eyes run in my family, so I guess I haven’t really thought about it. Though I used to want to dull the color when I was younger,” a shrug, “But think I’ve grown comfortable with them and the questions they cause.” And what could she say, she loved the attention they got her.

“You should do it then! Get some vibrant green ones and have fun!” was her reasons a desire to stand out, or did she want attention? “Did you know they even have some that cause, like, a sparkle? They look pretty awesome. And I bet they would freak people out.” Fun times!

She glances at her skirt, a thoughtful expression on her face, “It might be fun. But I would defiantly go about it with a wig. Might be hard to get work if my hair is a funky color.” And she wasn’t sure what Sasha would think of it. Might not be the look she wanted for the club. “Why not do an Ombre look with red? Either a lighter shade getting darker towards the ends…or vise versa. Get both colors in and have a fun style.” Work with her complexion? Oh, she means could she wear red without it washing her out. “Hmm,” a slender finger was pressed against her lips as she studies Ryan, “I don’t see why you couldn’t. And would it really make a huge difference if it didn’t? I mean, come on. If you have the guts to rock the blue, have the guts to try the red. Who the hell cares if it doesn’t fit a complexion? People are going to be looking at the hair color and not your complexion.” People worried too much what others thought.

Her eyes look to where Ryan indicates, “Oh.” And then laughs again, “Not art type connections. Usually people at these type of events have connection in other artsy things. Like maybe someone knows someone who is looking for a singer for an event coming up. Stuff like that. See, I’m a singer.” Though she was sure Ryan could probably careless about her profession. “But I do enjoy art and the deep conversations it inspires.” At the mention of the ceramic piece and their boobs, a sly smirk appears, “Oh, well it’s hard to miss them. Makes you wonder though, were they that perfect and perky on the model or inspiration? Or did the artist take some, uh, liberties when sculpting. Personally, I’d be a little pissed if an artist decided to alter my chest.” She giggled as well, and while it had a naughty tone to it, it still had the musical note as well.

[Campanella]

"Its a fine work," Campanella commented, following Peter's gesture.

Taking the opportunity, he moves over to the painting for a closer look. "A gothic ambience. Cleverly drawn drama. Its more than just simple bleakness. See? In the foreground. A ship has been wrecked and is being washed to shore. The sea churns... Wonderful illusion of motion. And see how the birds seem to ride effortless on the winds. Superb contrast."

He looked on the work admiringly.

"Do you have an eye for this sort of thing or was did this painting simply grab your attention?"

He turned back to the others, half a smile forming on his lips.