Private You Win Some, You...

[Naria Prime]

Naria stepped out of the museum meeting room, a frown tucked between the line of her brows. She had done business with this new curator for months now and he had turned down everything she had brought in to date.

She half wondered if he just liked to spite her.

The private room was next to an exhibit, where curious faces could watch as new intakes were cleaned, examined, and processed by the museum. It was where her piece should have been heading, but alas... She sighed and closed the case she was holding, bits of vibrant color flashing as she managed the latch.

Persephone Dashiell

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

GALLINORE MUSEUM OF ANCIENT GALATIC HISTORY

Cutting her time between Joiol and Gallinore, Persephone was on a trip with her col'n termi, this time to a museum. Dressed in her more old credit aesthetic to fit into what was required by the school, they had just finished up a lesson from Head Mistress Desaint, where they had spoke to the museum curator. All part of her education to fit in high society. The lesson had circled around setting up a charity event for the museum and what would be expected by young men and women in her position. Not to mention a small tour of items not on display and some historical facts about the museum itself and its overall mission in preserving the history of the Inner Core and beyond.

After tea and a small social hour with the curator, Head Mistress Desaint, and nineteen of her fellow classmates, the teenagers were allowed to wander the museum unsupervised for the next two hours. This was to finish their day and provide the next piece of the puzzle ; an entire class project where they would be putting together a charity event for the museum. A capstone project, one that would determine if she would be stuck with the same boring lessons or if her time at the col'n termi would advance to more interesting subjects and experiences.

Right now she was alone in the pre-history artifact room, looking at ancient pottery and statues found in dig sites all around the Hapes Cluster. Extremely ancient given the look. As much as she had considered perusing fashion in the future, Persie wasn't sure if she wanted to ruin her love and hobby. Spending time interning for Danger Arceneau had shown how many gritty little details - fabric suppliers, skilled seamstresses, models, store distribution....all put a damper on the fun she experienced with fashion. Going to shows, dressing up, dressing others. That was fun, the little stuff wasn't. Yet if she was going to be successful, the little stuff had to be worried about.

Currently taking painting lessons from her adopted mother, she was slowly learning about art. It was like fashion in a sense but also not. Varied and complex. She was just beginning to scratch the surface.

She noticed a dark haired young woman with a box once she looked up, her ocean blue eyes catching something very bright and colorful inside. Despite the best efforts of her finishing school, Persephone was still Persephone, and she spoke up quickly.

"If you is stealin' that, you might wanna hurry. There's eight security holofeeds in here, but thats just the ones I noticed."

 

[Naria Prime]

"Stealing it?" Naria echoed, a snort catching in her throat. Her amusement caught on her face as she eyed the owner of the voice-- young, put together, clearly monied. Naria could see the contrast in her own rugged apparel and knew at once what was assumed.

Yes, well, she could have changed before taking this appointment...

"Let's say I am business of theft," she allotted, a grin twisting her tone. "I wouldn't exactly be in the wrong, now would I? Museums rely on things being stolen. It is good for business." The latch snapped closed.

Persephone Ambrosia