Not Your Average Art Exhibit

[Cynthia Weiss]

Cynthia faced Rebecca with a raised eyebrow, at least until the mental gymnastics of doublespeak were done. "Teeth. Bones. An unending cycle of violence and bloodshed. You can see a few things here if you use your imagination. Mines a bit more grim I'll admit." She said with a shrug.

"I've been experimenting over the past few years." Cynthia explained as she turned to the Prince. "Found there are certain things that can only be really expressed. So I guess it depends of the subject really." She glanced again at the spiral of bone and red. Did the artist have similar thoughts?

Her attention was pulled away to Clara. She could not help but chuckle softly. "I preferred The Spy Who Loved Me. But that one was pretty good too." She glanced back at the doctor and the other vampire before speaking again. "Oh, I imagine we all have a few stories to share." Her voice had lost a little of that jovial edge to it.

[Alessandra]

Was she surprised by Clara’s exclamation? Not really. But she couldn’t deny the truth in the Daeva’s statement.

Chuckling and nodding her head, she looks to Clara, “I can see that now that you mention it.” The girl sounded quite proud of herself.

A gentle shake of her head, “Nothing wrong with your tastes or what you see in the piece. That’s the fun with abstract art, we each see something different. There are no right or wrong answers.” True enough.

Hearing Cynthia, “Interesting. We’ll be setting up that meeting a lot sooner rather than later.” A wink, she was genuinely curious as to the Haunts art.

Smirking, “With our diversity of backgrounds, I’m sure we each have stories to tell. Some fun, some, well,” a dark chuckle, “probably not. But story time can always be a good time under the right conditions.” An art exhibit with Kine not being one of them.

I'm good to start wrapping

[Clara E. Verne]

Focus had shifted from the art in view towards themselves. Clara nodded and shared knowing smiles with each woman in turn. "You're too kind," she intoned lightly and responded to each interpretation of her sudden realization with similar sounding pleasantries. This piece struck a chord and Clara took care not to read too much into each woman's response. Trying to unravel a Requiem was as hazardous as it was pointless.

The sole Daeva had to re-play in her head what was said to make sure all was still in line with the Masquerade. A casual remark by Weiss, a lingering look by the Prince. Even the Doctor's pleasant expression did little to guard her words. "Careful with those," Clara said in a breathy voice to no one in particular. "The more you tell the story the less it becomes what happened." It took Clara a moment and a half to realize the conversation was still coded. She just knew all too well the sort of stories she'd hear and the sort she could tell.

Subtly her arm pulled her body closer to the Doctor's. "You're all delightful company. However, I'll happily excuse myself if you're eager to conduct business." Clara was alluding the repeated allusions to meetings that happened, will happen, and ones that might happen. There are few things more annoying than keeping a Prince from Domain duties.

2'nding a wrap here. Or 3'rding? You get what I mean.