The York Gallery, Saturday [8/2]

[my_tragic_past]

Kevin had found a broom last week, so he thought he would do some actual work today and sweep the gallery.

He got about as far as the reception desk before deciding to take a break and look at pretty pictures on the internet. The broom was quickly forgotten.

The exhibit floor really wasn't that dusty anyway.

Open!

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Reception Desk

[my_tragic_past]

Kevin was there, clicking and grinning.

Re: Reception Desk

[perfectmissyork]

Charlotte owned a gallery, where there were pictures and stuff. And since she owned it, that meant she was responsible and had people working for her, and so she was going to be a good little boss and she hurried into the gallery and said, "Hihihihihi, Kevin! I hope you're working hard!"

Re: Reception Desk

[my_tragic_past]

Kevin glanced down at the little girl, frowned, and looked around for her parents. "Um, hello there little girl. Yes, I'm working very hard." He nodded towards the broom resting against the edge of the desk.

"Are you here... alone?"

Re: Reception Desk

[perfectmissyork]

"Yes," Charlotte said with a nod. "And I can be, 'cause I own the place. Kevin," she stated, very importantly, "I don't like the pictures in the gallery right now; I think they're ugly."

It might be then that Kevin noticed the papers and crayons that Charlotte was holding onto in one hand, especially since she was waving them at him with an air of demand. "I am going to make new, prettier pictures to put up for people to look at. You can help!"

The Gallery

[my_tragic_past]

It was full of art! If you're wealthy, you can buy some. If you're poor, you could order a print. Kevin knows how to do that now.

OOC

[my_tragic_past]

AFK for a few, then back for pinging fun times.

Re: OOC

[always_damp]

Toby: *could go for some pinging fun times*

Re: OOC

[my_tragic_past]

Kevin: *could totally ping you all night long*