The building crew had, Morgan reflected, done a beautiful job with Timothy's designs and Vanessa's embroidery over Dick's initial concept
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Tim approached his teacher with an easy smile and a content look in his eyes that never seemed to vanished these days. He gave her a short bow but took a seat beside her without waiting for permission, sprawling with the easy casualness of youth that he'd had nevertheless needed to learn from his older brother. "Hello, my lady. How are you?"
He'd contributed the first edition Mark Twain that Bart had left behind, as well as his best friend's ring and uniform. He had nothing of his medical teachers to contribute and could only hope that someone had a remembrance of Dr. Cox or Dr. Crusher to bring.
It pleased her to see her student so relaxed and content. He had become quite a different person since his brother, now fiance's arrival.
She bestowed a small, but genuine smile on him, even as Bess gave a small, gruff woof of greeting before shifting to nudge Timothy with her nose. "I'm well, my student. I would ask how you are, but your smiles give you away. Do you have plans to celebrate on Tuesday, you and Dick?"
"Secret plans you mean?" Tim chuckled. "I'll be lucky if I get any of his time until late in the day. But I do have a few ideas on how to congratulate him on all his hard work."
He dug his hand into Bess's fur, scratching behind her ears. "What about you, lady? Have you any interesting plans coming up? New projects?"
Morgan smiled to see her student petting her dog. Months ago, he might have ignored her presence entirely.
"I have none, at least I have no specific plans. Yet, I had thought I might begin collecting the stories of those who are here and those who had gone. Make of my memory something like this museum."
Rodney generally avoided Morgan while being as polite as he could whenever he saw her - it was still unsettling, someone with Jill's face, let alone an Ancient whose brains he should be picking - but when he'd heard about the museum...thing...he'd decided to go see her.
Thus he approached, a rolled-up poster clutched in his fist. There was probably more, but he had to get rid of this, first.
"Uh," he began, stopping in front of her. "Hello." He glanced at the dog, glad he hadn't brought Cash along. The mutt had no manners. Come to think of it, he might make a good candidate for the museum...
Bess barked, soft but sharp, when Rodney stopped in front of them. Morgan laughed and set her hand in the dog's ruff. "Hush, Bess. This is my friend Rodney."
Perhaps he had never warmed to her, but she had always been fond of him and did consider him a friend, at least in that she imagined he would not let harm come to her without trying to help her and she likewise. "Hello, Rodney. It's always a pleasure to see you."
"It is?" Rodney looked deeply suspicious at that, but he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. "Uh, okay. Look, I heard you were setting up a museum of things from people who disappeared or something, and uh, you know John, Sheppard's gone, don't you, and..."
"Yes, of course." She had known nearly immediately when John had gone and mourned his departure like few others. He alone among those here knew something of what it felt like to be Ascended.
"I am sorry for your loss, Rodney. I know you were very close. I've donated my fractal portrait of John to the museum, to honor his memory. The museum won't open until Tuesday, but if you'd like to see it..."
"It looks bloody amazing," Bill said as he strolled up, grin widening at the sight of Morgan. "Everything came together really well."
He sat down next to her, placing his index finger under her chin so he could turn her head gently towards him for a brief but tender kiss. "What's all this? More things for the exhibit hall?"
"Be sure you say as much to Vanessa and Dick. I believe they would be most pleased to hear it," she told him before offering a smile to his kiss. It was always good to see him.
She gestured across the dress and Grimary. "Some were Elphaba's and she left them for me. Others are Harry's. I haven't yet decided what to do with them, but I thought perhaps someone might know more of them than I do and share the stories with me."
Bess woofed gently and she buried her fingers in the dog's ruff.
He looked down at Bess as she woofed. "Oi, pup," he said softly, offering a hand for her to inspect. "Have many people contributed things?" he asked Morgan.
Bess nudged Bill's hand with her head, apparently having decided that if he might kiss Morgan he could very well pet her. Morgan's smile slipped toward a grin, rare, but less so with Bess in her life.
"There have been some. I believe more people will contribute when they see what has been accomplished."
Now, history had never exactly been Wanda's cup of tea, she much preferred looking forward to the future than dwelling on the past, but for Morgan, she could manage to be genuinely interested. Maybe it was just having Heather around now making her soft, but either way, she wasn't about to knock it. Besides, for something that celebrated things that had already come to pass, it was still technically something new to appreciate.
"Looking good," she said approvingly, arms crossed as she walked over. "And the museum thing's pretty nice, too."
"Wanda." It seemed so long since she had seen her friend, so many months, an entire year, since a kiss at midnight and a wish for a better year, but her delight in seeing her now was unfeigned.
"You are also 'looking good' but when are you not?" Bess woofed quietly, whether to voice agreement or greeting, Morgan did not know, but it drew a small laugh from her. "You have met Bess, haven't you?"
"Not formally, but I think we've seen each other around," Wanda said easily, eying the dog for a second before crouching down in front of it for a closer introduction. "And believe it or not, I do have the occasional off-day, I'm just really good at hiding it," she added with a chuckle.
Morgan took advantage of the crouch to brush kisses across both of Wanda's cheeks, and Bess seeing the affection promptly put her head on Wanda's knee in the canine version of little-girl flirtation.
"So you are. How have you been? It seems forever since we've had time to talk."
Though he had not admitted it to anyone, Anthony had been impressed by the slow and steady progress made on the museum building. When he had first heard that such a thing was starting, he had been more than a little skeptical - a museum was not an attic of keepsakes, after all. But as he saw it in its completed state, just near Mrs. Bell's gallery, he had to admit that it looked professional, regal, even. Perhaps it was worth his time to learn more about about it.
He stopped in front of the woman who was sitting outside, seeming to watch over the museum with a proprietary manner. "So is it finished, then?" he asked with a curious arch of his brow.
Morgan knew of him, but then she knew of all of the island's inhabitants. Little enough in some cases, as this one, but enough to tilt her head in greeting. At her side, Bess rumbled a protective growl until Morgan settled her hand in the dog's ruff with a quiet, "That will be quiet enough of that, Bess," before the man drew close enough to hear.
"There are small touches to be completed yet, but it is done, in the main."
Anthony let his gaze flicker distastefully towards the dog for just a moment. "Mm. Well, it looks impressive, more impressive than I expected, I admit." He crossed his arms over his chest, letting his gaze run over the building's elegant lines. "Are you one of the people involved in all this, then?" he asked with a vague wave of his hand to indicate the structure.
Although she quieted, still Bess's neck vibrated with a low, inaudible growl at the man's behavior. Morgan had long since learned that Bess would not be soothed if she disliked someone, but she would behave provided Morgan remained close to her side. She did so now, shifting both to face her interlocutor and to press her hip against the pup's solid weight.
"I am, in a manner of speaking. Dick and Vanessa have asked me to do some curating and I've begun collecting the stories of island inhabitants, to ensure none are forgotten." She inclined her head politely. "We have not been introduced, although I have seen you. I am Morgan Le Fay."
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He'd contributed the first edition Mark Twain that Bart had left behind, as well as his best friend's ring and uniform. He had nothing of his medical teachers to contribute and could only hope that someone had a remembrance of Dr. Cox or Dr. Crusher to bring.
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She bestowed a small, but genuine smile on him, even as Bess gave a small, gruff woof of greeting before shifting to nudge Timothy with her nose. "I'm well, my student. I would ask how you are, but your smiles give you away. Do you have plans to celebrate on Tuesday, you and Dick?"
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He dug his hand into Bess's fur, scratching behind her ears. "What about you, lady? Have you any interesting plans coming up? New projects?"
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"I have none, at least I have no specific plans. Yet, I had thought I might begin collecting the stories of those who are here and those who had gone. Make of my memory something like this museum."
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Thus he approached, a rolled-up poster clutched in his fist. There was probably more, but he had to get rid of this, first.
"Uh," he began, stopping in front of her. "Hello." He glanced at the dog, glad he hadn't brought Cash along. The mutt had no manners. Come to think of it, he might make a good candidate for the museum...
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Perhaps he had never warmed to her, but she had always been fond of him and did consider him a friend, at least in that she imagined he would not let harm come to her without trying to help her and she likewise. "Hello, Rodney. It's always a pleasure to see you."
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He trailed off, a pained expression on his face.
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"I am sorry for your loss, Rodney. I know you were very close. I've donated my fractal portrait of John to the museum, to honor his memory. The museum won't open until Tuesday, but if you'd like to see it..."
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He sat down next to her, placing his index finger under her chin so he could turn her head gently towards him for a brief but tender kiss. "What's all this? More things for the exhibit hall?"
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She gestured across the dress and Grimary. "Some were Elphaba's and she left them for me. Others are Harry's. I haven't yet decided what to do with them, but I thought perhaps someone might know more of them than I do and share the stories with me."
Bess woofed gently and she buried her fingers in the dog's ruff.
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He looked down at Bess as she woofed. "Oi, pup," he said softly, offering a hand for her to inspect. "Have many people contributed things?" he asked Morgan.
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"There have been some. I believe more people will contribute when they see what has been accomplished."
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"Looking good," she said approvingly, arms crossed as she walked over. "And the museum thing's pretty nice, too."
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"You are also 'looking good' but when are you not?" Bess woofed quietly, whether to voice agreement or greeting, Morgan did not know, but it drew a small laugh from her. "You have met Bess, haven't you?"
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"So you are. How have you been? It seems forever since we've had time to talk."
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He stopped in front of the woman who was sitting outside, seeming to watch over the museum with a proprietary manner. "So is it finished, then?" he asked with a curious arch of his brow.
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"There are small touches to be completed yet, but it is done, in the main."
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"I am, in a manner of speaking. Dick and Vanessa have asked me to do some curating and I've begun collecting the stories of island inhabitants, to ensure none are forgotten." She inclined her head politely. "We have not been introduced, although I have seen you. I am Morgan Le Fay."
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