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.

Comments

[electromexican]

[Vic was doing his usual thing of wandering and the occasional trolling when he spots Erik, sitting and staring at the hedges like an art critic would at a museum.]

Fancy.

[magnetiferous]

[Hey, Vic. Erik has the talent of practically sensing you when you approach, but he merely turns his gaze to you and smiles just a tad.]

That is one word for it, I suppose.

[electromexican]

[While he'd call him Edward Scissorhands, he remembers Erik's from a time way before that even existed.]

Looks nice, dude. Reminds me of something you'd see in, like, Central Park. [Not that he hadn't had the chance to actually go that one time...]

[magnetiferous]

[Yup, he probably wouldn't get the reference.]

I'm glad you like it. Perhaps I should start considering a change of profession?

[electromexican]

Hey, rich people like weird stuff. I'm sure you'd get paid pretty well somewhere. Maybe it's, like, totally exotic to some aliens.

Though it would be seriously legit if you set up some lights and make it all snazzy.

[magnetiferous]

[a slight smirk]

Aren't we full of creative ideas? Of course, that would only deter me further from the material point of my job, which is mainly to only keep the hedges trimmed.

[electromexican]

That's true. I don't think they'd pay you extra for anything fancy like that either... But at least you're not that bored around here, right? Doing this kinda thing, I mean.

[magnetiferous]

Not that bored, no. I enjoy the solitude it often offers; something I find is rare to come by, on this ship.

[electromexican]

I bet. Place get's pretty loud sometimes. I'd suggest the library, but I bet you already know that.