I love the way you call it art

[verymuchalive]

Characters: OU Aradia and OPEN
Setting: Art Gallery floor
Format: Starts in action, but will follow either
Summary: Aradia's taking in a little of the tower's version of culture
Warnings: Grim art? But otherwise not much yet.

[Up until now, Aradia hasn't really spent much time perusing the art gallery that appeared when the tower grew a few floors. Today she's decided to rectify that.

And so she wanders aimlessly about the floor, looking at the various artworks on display and lingering in front of those that catch her eye. Probably one of the more morbid ones, but she seems far more fascinated than she does horrified.

Pester her?]

Comments

[agoodoffen2e]

Oh. Yeah... That would do it... [Sollux sighs a forlorn sigh. There's the depressed Sollux you know and love Aradia :V]

[verymuchalive]

[Nooo, that wasn't what she meant to do, why is her reality so depressing??]

I'm sorry. There were probably better ways of putting that.

[agoodoffen2e]

It'th fine. I'm really imprethhed you can thtill be tho cheerful.

[verymuchalive]

Well, there's no point in dwelling on things. Besides, I was doom and destruction enough while I was dead.

[agoodoffen2e]

Holy shit you died?

[verymuchalive]

[She nods]

Oh, but don't worry. I came back...eventually. After I'd been a ghost, and a sprite, and a robot.

[And see how she doesn't flinch or otherwise seem distressed by this at any point]

[agoodoffen2e]

[Sollux is just going to stare at that one. Because. No words Aradia. No words.]

[verymuchalive]

[And she'll stare back at first. Then:]

What?