While she was no closer to understanding the draw of imperfect representations of yet more imperfect objects, Myria studying the paintings. It was like a word on the tip of her tongue, a sensation that was confusing and distressing ( Read more... )

The so called 'art' that filled the gallery made very little sense to the one dubbed Myria LeJean. In the same way it wouldn't make much sense to a twig. Although a twig would be slightly less pointedly disinterested ( Read more... )

Shilo was adjusting to her new schedule at the gallery, so she arrived a little bit late. She pulled out some homework and began reading.

[no OCD because I need to go to bed for a 7:15 meeting ommmmmmmg]

The sign over the York Gallery had been taken down, and Sophie was now putting up the new one:

Fourth Dimension Gallery: Fine Arts & Antiques

It made a nice change from taking boxes up to the second floor.

[open!]

Shilo was happy for, if nothing else, air conditioning.

She swept up the gallery and took her place behind the desk, and began browsing Google Books for something to read.

The gallery is open.

[I ain't up to the OCD today cuz it's too darn hot]

Shilo was early getting in today, and was planning on working on the last section of her story for Creative Writing.

What she ended up doing was writing for about twenty minutes, and then spending the rest of the day playing My Zoo on Facebook.

Damned game was so addictive.

The York Gallery is open!

[OCD up]

The Gallery wasn't re-opened for business yet, though the door was open. Sophie was rather delighted with her purchase, but she needed to go over the books first before she decided if any changes needed to be made-- aside from the name, of course. Charlotte wasn't even Charlotte York any more, but Charlotte Cooper; so the gallery would need a ( Read more... )

Shilo was still in somewhat of a sugar coma today. She got the floor swept up and put out a bowl of leftover candy from the previous night's festivities before starting to doze at the reception desk.

"'Girl thing' my ass," she mumbled, thinking of the previous night's radio broadcast. "It was totally open to guys too..."

The York Gallery is open.

Four. Days. Just four days, and Charlotte York would cease to be just Charlotte York, and become Charlotte York Cooper (it had such a distinguished ring to it, didn't it?) and she couldn't be sure if just four days seemed like forever or so not enough time. She reassured herself countless times that she'd taken care of everything she possibly ( Read more... )

Shilo was so damned tired this morning that she skipped the sweeping and went right to the desk. She had planned on working on her creative writing story, but seemed to immediately doze off as soon as she sat down. And while she slept, she dreamed...She awoke with a start a half hour later. "What the hell was that about?" she said aloud, looking ( Read more... )