fandomtownies | The York Gallery; Monday [ 05/12 ]

The gallery wasn't open today, but the painting had been cleared out and there were great big crates scattered around the main gallery, just waiting to be cracked open and Charlotte was excitedly bouncing around them in her pumps with her tape measure and her clipboard in hand and making sure they were all positioned just how she had planned and perfectly arranged to fit the exhibit she had in mind.

The delivery she'd received earlier certainly wasn't helping to bring her happy mood down any, either.

And then there were the signs to put up over the entrance outside and in the windows and a few flyers to go around and be posted, announcing the new Bruce Naigles exhibit opening this Wednesday, which was both going to come too early and not soon enough. She stepped down from the step ladder by the door after affixing the banner in place, stepped back to have a better look at the full picture, wrinkled her nose, and then plodded up the ladder again to make the proper adjustments.

That banner was probably going to take up the rest of her afternoon, and then she'd pray that they didn't get much wind the next few days.

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Looking a little guilty, Xander stopped in, toolbox in hand. "Hey. Um. Need some help? Demonic ovens or otherwise."

"Oh, hey, Xander!" Charlotte greeted him cheerfully from atop the step ladder. "Maybe! First things first, though, if you don't mind, how's the banner look?"

She leaned back carefully.

It was a little crooked, favoring the other side in height.

"Could maybe go up a couple of centimeters on the left," Xander said, tilting his head to get his best approximation of a visual level.

Charlotte let out a small, distasteful sound, wrinkling her nose. "And I just lowered the other side, too!" she remarked, pouted at the banner for a second as if that would help it to move and straighten on its own, and then started descending the ladder so that she could move it to reach that side. "And the door to the apartment's open, Xander, if you want to just want to let yourself in and have a look at that stove. Your timing couldn't be better, really, because I was just thinking that I might like to have a hand at a big dinner sometime this weekend."

Xander glanced toward the door, then at his toolbox, then at the banner. "I've got a level, you know..."

"A level?" Charlotte blinked at Xander a moment, head tilted.

"Oh! You mean one of those things with the little bubble thing in the center with the lines and the making sure everything's all straight and even?"

He pulled one out of his toolbox, setting the box down on a counter. "One of those things, yeah."

Charlotte pressed her lips together a little. "I'm trying to decide," she explained, "if that would actually help me, or just end up hindering me even more trying to use it."

Xander let one corner of his mouth turn up. "You could try it out while I'm checking out the stove..."

"Before I try anything," Charlotte said, "I want to let it be absolutely clear that if I try and fall off this ladder, I expect you to be kind enough to take me to the clinic."

Of course, it would be all Charlotte's fault for putting up a banner in pumps, but...

They were shoes. It was a thing.

"...Maybe I should stick around. Just for safety's sake." And not to watch her climb a ladder in pumps.

"No, no, no," Charlotte smiled and shook her head dismissively. "Don't you worry; I'll be fine, really!"

"Mm-hmm." Xander opened the door to the apartment, looking back over his shoulder. Then left the door open. So he could hear her scream if she fell.

Or she could hear him scream if he got attacked by a demonic oven.

The York Gallery; Monday [ 05/12 ]

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