Fourth Dimension, Monday

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith's head hurt this morning. She blamed the 'music' last night, unaware that the pink things were probably more responsible. She didn't particularly care, though, because she'd gotten to spend her birthday with Blackagar, so really, all was positively golden in her view.

The gallery and all of its lovely things is open for your perusal.

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[magdaofslovenia]

Sophie came in a bit late like, really late and smiled when she saw Medusa. "How are things this morning? Any customers as yet?"

[nohaircutsplz]

"Hmm?" Medusalith asked, half her attention taken up by telling her hair to behave. It seemed to be in A Mood. "Oh. No. No customers yet, that is." She offered a smile. "Good morning."

[magdaofslovenia]

"Good morning." Ever since Blackagar's disappearance, Sophie had been quite aware of the Hair. She'd often considered offering Medusa some kind of... holder, or stand for it. A separate chair, perhaps?

"I was wondering if you wanted another lesson in art security today. If you're up for it, that is."

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith didn't see how it could hurt, and she supposed it was always good to learn more about her job. "Certainly I'm up for it," she said. "Whatever would give you the impression I wasn't?"