fandomtownies | The Museum- Open

As the girl dressed as a princess hastily opens the door, Aaron smiles at Sonia, "Apparently, it's our lucky day." Holding the door for her, he gestures Sonia inside with a gallant wave.

"Sorry emergency or something" she says smiling at them both

It's then that Sonia recognizes the 'princess' who had passed by them in a flurry. "Paige, hallo! I didn't realize you vurked here. Um, Paige, this is Aaron. Aaron, Paige."

Aaron looks between the two girls, slightly bemused. Nodding politely to Paige, he said, "Nice to meet you, Paige."

She smiles "pleased to meet you to Aaron, I was hoping to bump into you at some point."

She turns to Sonia raising an eyebrow and mouths "cute" to her

Aaron smiles politely and arches an eyebrow at Sonia. "You were, huh?" His voice is amused and he's clearly wondering what Sonia's said about him.

"erm well I like to meet the new people in town,ones that haven't heard all the rumours about me yet." she tells him, yes it's a bit of lie, but she could hardly say well I needed to check you out since you're clearly interested in my friend.

Sonia can feel her face burning, and she laughs (maybe a little nervously.) "Aha, yes. I...had just been mentioning to Paige how fortunate I vas to find someone who didn't blank at the mention of egg tempera or gold leaf."

In her head, she is facepalming.

Paige offers her a small smile as if to say 'sorry', "oh that's right it was you that mentioned him," she says

((if we all beat lj at the same time will it work?))

Aaron, being far too polite to question what kind of rumors could be so prevalent for a teenager that everyone would know them, ignores that part of the conversation.

He does shoot an amused look Sonia's way. "Ah. Drat. And here I was hoping my good looks, good manners and charm had impressed you, but all along it was my knowledge of paint." His eyes nearly glow with amusement, but his voice stays somber, "Shall just have to try harder then. Or impress you more with my knowledge of the Renaissance masters."

"Nice to meet you, Paige." His tone is a polite dismissal. Clearly he wants to continue his trip through the museum with Sonia. He begins leading her off down the hall.

Sonia is smiling, though her face is hot. "Ah, it seems you've discovered my ulterior motive. But if you vish to try harder, I will not discourage you."

She waves a small goodbye to Paige as she follows Aaron into the hall.

((you were getting notifications? I never got those! *is jealous*))

"Indeed- thank you!" Returning his smile, she steps through the doorway into the cool, empty lobby of the museum.

"So...which vay should we head first? Do you think they have a...map, or a guide?"

"Yeah. The last time I was here, they had them sitting right over.." Aaron strode purposefully over to the information desk and pulled a small pamphlet off the counter, waving it triumphantly, "here."

Presenting it across his forearm like a waiter presenting a wine list, he offers a completely cheesy grin.

[ooc: soooo much hate for lag right now!]

Sonia can't help but to laugh at his antics. "Alright then- why don't you lead the vay?" She smiles up at him, eyes bright with laughter, and raises an eyebrow in expectation.

Nodding complacently, he scans the guide for things that might be of interest. "In honor of the faire outside, I think maybe we should start in the Renaissance Masters gallery and work our way out." Giving her an amused look, he leads her off in that direction, attempting to moderate his strides a little to keep from getting ahead of her.

She is easily able to keep up with his pace, and walks side by side with him towards the gallery.

"So...you've had a veek in town so far. Discover anything new or exciting?"

"Not as such, no," he said, slightly abashed, "I've been pretty much keeping to myself and trying to assimilate the new and exciting I've already met without bumping into more of it." He offered a lopsided grin, "Which means that my apartment is beginning to look like an actual habitated place instead of a hotel."

Walking into the gallery, he glances around and tries to find something to start with. "Which end would you prefer to start at? Tapestries or statuary?"

"Hmm...tapestries?"

She's sure her face is still flushed red from Paige's comment, (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/372826.html?thread=15004250#t15004250) and she attempt to hide the fact by leaning over to study one of the more intricate bits of weaving.

"I suppose...that's a good thing, actually. Something vas going on this past veek- it seems to have....erm, finished, but on the whole? Everything vas...off."

She pulls back from her observation and glances up to him. "So you are settling in, then?"

Turning to walk to the far end of the room, Aaron deliberately doesn't smile or acknowledge Sonia's blush. Even if it is cute. He frowns a little, hearing her speak, and asks, "Something bad was going on? Are you.. you weren't involved, were you?" He manages to stop himself from stupidly asking if she's ok, since she's standing right next to him and obviously not physically harmed.

He answers, a little distracted, "Yeah, I think I'm settling in ok. This place still takes a little getting used to, but so far, haven't met up with anything I can't handle."

She pushes a few loose strands back from her face, and slowly crosses the room, near where he has moved. "Yes, but it...seems to have sorted itself out now- erm, for the most part. And I vasn't directly involved, no." Though I should have been- a damned vampire attacking students and I couldn't do anything about it. She says nothing, though her face is a strange mix of relief and frustration. After a moment, she lightly shakes her head, then gives him a small smile.

"I'm sorry- you mentioned you had been avoiding tense conversation, so vhat's the first thing I bring up? But...I'm glad to see you're okay. And unaffected by all of this."

"There's a difference between two complete strangers hissing cats and dogs, and listening to a friend tell me about a sucky week," he points out. "I meant the former, when I said tense conversation."

Aaron watches her for a moment, concerned that she's obviously bothered by something, but not wanting to pry. "Glad to hear you weathered it, then. I manage to miss all the fun."

"Thank you. It's just...vun of those situations where you can't do much besides vait and see what happens, you know?" She shrugs, and the smile on her face grows a little wider.

"And now, I'm sure ve can find much more pleasant topics of conversation."

Aaron nods sympathetically, "Keep me posted, though, ok? And if it gets to be something I could help with.. I'm available. Even if it's just to listen."

He then changes the topic, pointing out a picture (http://www.mikal.org/photo_journal/burbank_200101/renaissance_art.jpg). "So.. can you tell if those are musical notes or words? I can't quite make them out.."

Sonia glances up, eyes meeting his. "I...really appreciate that. Thank you."

She looks to the painting he's indicated, leaning a little closer and occasionally tilting her head at a different angle to get a better view. "It almost looks like polyphonic notation. (http://www.ibiblio.org/expo/vatican.exhibit/exhibit/e-music/images/music06.jpg) Vhat do you think?"

Giving her a 'no problem' smile, he goes back to examining the painting. "Hm. I think you're right. She doesn't look very happy, though. So, I wonder if she's just tired of studying her music when it's such a nice day outside, or whether the model was just tired of sitting there posing, or whether she was upset about those horrible sleeves.."

She laughs. "Or a bit of each. Those *do* look rather uncomfortable- although it's usually the several pounds of underskirts that do you in."

"I can imagine," he nearly groans, "And the corsetry needed to bind her up like that, and the fur on the sleeves.. but maybe it's cold where she was."

"I do like the detail on the tablecloth, though. Nice animal motif."

She shakes her head. "Corsets. Vun thing I really don't miss..."

"Yes- it's been beautifully rendered." As she steps back to get a fuller view of the painting, something nearby catches her eye, and her mouth parts in surprise. "Is that... vun of the unicorn tapestries? (http://www.uic.edu/depts/ahaa/classes/ah111/tapestry1.jpg)"

"Looks to be. That's not Death of the Unicorn, is it?" He frowns slightly, "There's the hunting party, and dogs, and the head's bowed, but.. hm."

Stepping to the side, he checks the fray on the threads, trying to get a view of the backing. He murmurs quietly, "I somehow don't think this is a repro, either. Wonder how a museum this little got one of these.."

She shakes her head. "I don't think it is, either. The weaving, the color..."

Glancing around the tapestry, she looks for a placard but finds nothing. "Is there anything in the guidebook?"

[ooc: LJ is eating comments again :(]

Frowning slightly, Aaron flipped through the glossy pages of the pamphlet and eventually shook his head, "No, it's just listed as an exhibit. Nothing about it at all. That's strange.. you'd think they'd want to publicize how a museum in such a small town acquired something so famous.."

"Indeed. Well, I suppose ve'll just have to come up vith our own conclusions about the piece," she said, turning her nose up in mock-indignation. She pressed a forefinger to her chin, frowning in concentration.

"I'd say...very early 16th century, possibly Flemish. Vhat do you think?"

[ooc: bed for me. back in about 4 hours!]

The Museum- Open

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