l'art pour l'art [open]

[magnetiferous]

Who: magnetiferous and YOU!
What: Erik is dabbling in the art of hedge trimming this month. COME BOTHER HIM!
When: Nnnnnow.
Where: In a garden-like area on the ship.
Warnings: None.

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[inabaidolrise]

[Rise had been wondering around the various places whenever she had time off work from kissing frogs or making tofu and she enjoyed the free time.

Stopping along she spotted one of a various amount of hedges.]

Is that meant to be a deer?

[magnetiferous]

[Erik read somewhere that people visiting art galleries took an average of 5 seconds to "appreciate" each piece. He mused to himself a little dryly that at least his questionable craftsmanship would garner a few seconds more.]

Or something like it. I'm new to this particular practice.

[inabaidolrise]

[Rise stared at it for a while longer, seeing the various bits that make up the deer.]

I guess I can see the shape of the deer, but why trim a hedge like that?

[magnetiferous]

I had no particular reason, outside of boredom.

[He gives the hedge another glance before returning his gaze to the girl.] Would you have suggested something else?

[inabaidolrise]

[She shook her head, she wasn't one to give advice on how people do things.]

No, not really. I wouldn't want to say anything since I'm not good with that type of thing.

[magnetiferous]

No? I wouldn't have thought myself very good at it, either.

And yet here I am. [he waves to his work] Though whether you may label it 'good' is up for debate.

[inabaidolrise]

I guess it's like art. Some might love it, others not so much.

[magnetiferous]

It is like anything, not just art, in that sense.

Forgive me, my name is Erik.

[inabaidolrise]

I'm Rise. It's nice to meet you.

[magnetiferous]

A pleasure. What brings you to these gardens today?

[inabaidolrise]

I don't know, I just wanted a break from working, I guess.