Closed to theregothedrums
[It's an early afternoon at the National Gallery in London. There are always quite a few tourist this time of the year, all sorts of odd people from the four corners of the world gathering to admire the displays. But one visitor has come a bit farther than most, or indeed any of the patrons that afternoon. And he is enjoying himself IMMENSELY more than most people do when they go to a museum.
How Theta got here, is a detail that will probably glossed over later as it was a bit tricky. What matters now is that he's on Earth, surrounded by humans and centuries worth of their art. He's been at the Gallery since it opened. In fact, he's already seen most of the exhibits, but he doesn't seem to grow tired of them. Every time he reexamines apiece he notices something new.
Theta's hurrying back towards one of his favorite works, which is a Renaissance of Bacchus and Ariadne when he slams full force into someone coming around the corner.]
Oof! Sorry, didn't see you coming!
How Theta got here, is a detail that will probably glossed over later as it was a bit tricky. What matters now is that he's on Earth, surrounded by humans and centuries worth of their art. He's been at the Gallery since it opened. In fact, he's already seen most of the exhibits, but he doesn't seem to grow tired of them. Every time he reexamines apiece he notices something new.
Theta's hurrying back towards one of his favorite works, which is a Renaissance of Bacchus and Ariadne when he slams full force into someone coming around the corner.]
Oof! Sorry, didn't see you coming!