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The York Gallery; Thursday [ 10/16 ]

There was a bright bouquet of flowers on the desk today, and, quite frankly, Charlotte was thinking that was more than enough color for her today. As she sat watching the colorful rocks fall on the ground through the windows, occasionally striking a squirrel and turning it blue, or turning that teal dear orange (which was particularly disturbing, for some reason), she was glad that she didn't have any reason at all to go outside. She loved color, don't get her wrong, she just preferred it on her clothes and in her closet rather than right there on her skin.

[[ the gallery is closed but the post is open; the doors aren't even locked today because Charlotte figures not many would brave the rockstorm ]]

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Angela was actually bright enough not to run around in rock rain without something, and was just fiddling to put her umbrella away as she made her way into the gallery.

"Hello?"

It was a good thing that Charlotte saw the color-spackled umbrella coming, because, if she hadn't, she would have jumped probably about a mile out of her seat at the sound of a voice. The falling rocks could have a bit of hypnotizing effect when watched, and she was ruminating over what sort of work one could get if they just went, took a canvas out there, laid it flat, and let nature do its thing.

She blinked at the girl in the door, and then blinked back into reality. "Oh! Hello!" she gave a slightly sheepish smile, standing up to greet her. She felt awful because, while she recognized the face, she wasn't sure she could remember the girl's name. "Here to pick up your work?"

"Yes, I am." Angela smiled at her, carefully making sure her umbrella wasn't going to touch anything, just in case. "Angela Montenegro," she added helpfully.

She looked over her shoulder out the window a moment. "I think I picked the wrong day for this," she remarked.

Angela, that's right! Charlotte smiled at her and tilted her head toward the gallery proper before turning that way. "Your pieces are just through here, Angela," she said, "and, to be honest, I'm surprised anyone'd be out in that. If it weren't for the fact that my apartment is right upstairs, I doubt I'd have even been here."

"I thought it was just some pretty coloured hail," Angela admitted, following Charlotte farther into the gallery. "Umbrella seems to have kept the worst off, though."

"Unless there's something else funky going on with the animals," Charlotte commented, "I think it's been changing things colors, so it's a good thing you had the good mind to bring an umbrella. And, just think, now it's a one-of-a-kind original."

"If nothing else, it makes me feel extra artsy," Angela agreed with a bright grin. "Little bit of colour isn't a bad thing, right?"

"As long as the color isn't, literally, all over your face!" Charlotte remarked and, locating Angela's work, carefully picked them up to hand to the girl. "Here they are," she said, giving her a smile as well. "Thank you so much for submitting, by the way. They were a very nice touch of abstract to the exhibit."

"Aw, thank you," Angela said as she took hold of the canvasses. "I loved your whole idea of getting everyone's pieces together."

"It was a lot of fun," Charlotte agreed, with a nod, "and everyone's talent really exceeded my expectations! There's quite a few brilliant artists among you, you know! I definitely would like to do another one of these again."

"There was some gorgeous stuff up there," Angela agreed. "I got to have a good look around on the opening night... And there was a lot of variety, which is always good."

Charlotte nodded, with no small amount of enthusiasm. "And with that art supplies store opening, as well, and the continual promise of new, interesting people coming in, it's sure to be a successful venture in the future as well."

"There's an art supplies store now?" Angela asked. "I did not know that. Not been spending enough time in town, obviously."

"Oh, yes," Charlotte said, happy to help promote the business. "It's owned by this absolutely beautiful wolf and her charming little bug companion."

As much as as Charlotte wished she could say it didn't feel weird saying that, it did. It was very, very weird, but she tried to pretend that it wasn't.

"Wow." Angela nodded slowly, "Even for here, that seems... different." And she's just walked through a rain of dyeing rocks.

"....ohthankgod I'm not the only one who thinks so," Charlotte said it before she could stop it, hand to her chest with a look of relief on her face. "I mean, they're very nice, but it's still a bit strange talking to a bug that's trying to hit on me, you know?"

"... And I thought getting hit on by a girl felt a little odd," Angela remarked.

Suddenly, Charlotte gained so much more confidence in her coping abilities. "But that's something that can happen all the time," she noted, head tilted. Not to say, of course, that she would be doing it or enjoyed having it done to her, but the point still stood.

"True. It just hadn't actually happened to me before this weekend," Angela admitted.

"If that's the worst that happened to you this weekend," Charlotte said after a moment's pause to blink at Angela, "then you've got it going pretty good."

"I got asked for drug money, almost attacked and cried on," Angela said. "But I'm still thinking I got off lightly."

"Just a bit," Charlotte agreed. "My exhusband knocked out my boyfriend, impersonated him, and then tried to marry me."

Angela pulled a mildly horrified face. "Oh. That's worse," she decided immediately. "At least it's all passed now?"

Charlotte nodded emphatically. "Exactly. And hopefully a good long while before something like that happens again."

Angela held up crossed fingers with her free hand, before straightening the canvasses under her arm.

"I am all for that. Much as I avoided it myself, I still worry when my friends all become druggies and crazy people."

"I'd hope so," Charlotte frowned, "otherwise you wouldn't be much of a friend."

"I'll take this," she said, indicating the rock rain. "Any day."

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