Art Through the Ages [open]

[tidesnpc]

Characters: Anyone on the Amestris!
Content: It's art show time! Come look at the pretty paintings...and try not to let the artists ruin the experience for you.
Setting: The Grand Ballroom of the Amestris
Time: All through the art exhibition
Notes: There will be a thread for each art display; the artists will be walking around and may show up as

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Aye Celeromi

[tidesnpc]

Aye Celeromi's beautiful and unblemished self did not belong in that horrible, horrible wooden boat! Ugh! Those organisers had no respect for his spiritual and cultural heritage! Barbarians!

But luckily, a compromise had been made so he wouldn't need to set foot in that wooden monstrosity. He could communicate with his beloved fans (who would no doubt adore his wooden framed paintings of watercolour monsters tearing up the Badlands landscape) through a difference engine while he personally stood outside. This way, not a hair on his beautiful head would ever touch the wood those barbarians had slaughtered to make that airship.

... He really missed his long hair. This crew cut didn't suit someone of his appearance!

[ooc: please state if you'll be talking to Aye in person outside the Amestris, or via the journal set up by his paintings]

The journal

[justacafeowner]

It was good painting to say the least. The watercolors accented it. But it seemed to lack something for Mr. H. Maybe he was just fond of his own style of painting. Without further ado he made his way to the journal, when he noted the man was nowhere near the painting.

And very clearly stated. "A dime a dozen."

[tidesnpc]

The moment those words had been spat out by the difference engine, Aye was almost beside himself with apoplectic rage. A dime a dozen? A dime a dozen? Perhaps it was a good thing Aye wasn't on board the Amestris; his 'fans' would have seen the elf stamp his foot and shake his wooden brushes at the offending journal.

"Excuse me?!" Aye's indignation was very clear in his voice. "I'll have you know these have been painted by the best artist of my people! All the watercolours were handmade with ingredients coming from the forests of Bydan, giving the paints a quality you can't find anywhere else on Reial! These aren't paintings you can find on the marketplace corner!"

[justacafeowner]

"Tut, tut. I wasn't talking about the watercolours, ya dig? The style is all your own, the colouring is fantastic. But It's the content. Ya know, it's familiar to see monsters in the Badlands like that. It's nothing new or original."

A small laughed followed.

"'Sides, yer not here are ya? A bit of a slap in the face to everyone else, ya see? Ya would see what I mean, if you were here." Not that Mr. H had any room to talk about being with his art, but still.

Urist McPainter (fun fact: Urist means "dagger" in Dwarven)

[tidesnpc]

Over on one side of the gallery stood a short and plump little demihuman who looked like he was half beard. He was wearing drab brown clothing, made from plants that grew only underground and he carried a large steel hammer over one shoulder. While everything about him screamed "not artist," this man was one of the featured painters in the gallery

[sendsashiver]

How could anyone expect him to enjoy fine art when ruckuses were being made?

One fellow seemed to be the center of all of it. Aileru knew this because said fellow was shouting. "Sir, Sir! Some of us are trying to enjoy the exhibition," he approached the man and said to him decisively.

[tidesnpc]

Urist paused, staring at the stranger for a few moments. What...what gall! He stomped furiously towards Aileru and raised a fist to swing his hammer. However, he was lacking said hammer, as it was confiscated just moments before.

"Trying to enjoy the exhibition?" he snarled. "Trying to enjoy the exhibition!?" He took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. "Listen here, laddie, I am the exhibition!"

[sendsashiver]

Not feeling especially threatened, Aileru gave the short man a crooked look. "No, I don't think so."

Kirbin

[tidesnpc]

Kirbin was mortified. She hadn't meant to do it. She'd long since trained herself to resist her kind's reflexive filching of all things valuable and shiny. It was bad enough having everyone assume you were a thief without proving them right. If you were going to travel with humans, you needed to learn to keep your hands to yourself.

But she'd been so distracted and nervous about the opening of this show that as she was talking to one of the organizers, her eye had fallen on his golden pocketwatch, and before she realized what she was doing it she was stuffing it into her pocket, the man none the wiser.

It was still there, burning a hole in her pocket, a reminder of her moment of weakness. As soon as she could, she was going to turn it over to security, but no opportunity to do so discreetly presented itself. She was too busy showing her work (portraits of her fellow kobolds, scraggly and impoverished rat features emphasized with dark earth tones) to attendees.

Kirbin

[justacafeowner]

CAT gave this painting a hard going over.

Staring and staring. A small scratch on his chin. It was good, he could see the effort in the linework.

[tidesnpc]

The man was making her very nervous. He just kept looking at it, not saying anything, good or bad, and the suspense was driving her crazy. She was certain at this point that he hated it.

"Maybe you'd like to see some of my other work?" she extended nervously. Her work was good, she knew it, she didn't want him turned off from it just because of that one piece.

[justacafeowner]

The fellow artist turned and smile at her, extending his hand as if he wanted to shake her hand.

"How much effort did ya put in the linework?"

Snang Ukgelungo

[tidesnpc]

Snang peered at the audience, his eyes narrowed and his back hunched over, with his mouth in a deep set scowl. It was a same that the expression on his wrinkled green face was so sour; it didn't suit his otherwise dapper appearance. His plum pinstripe suit and black silk vest was clean and pressed and a matching tophat sat atop his bald head. There were no gloves or even shoes, though, so his clawed fingers and toes could be seen by all. Oh, if only he could find a pair of decent boots in his size

[barrelobuling]

"These're kinda scary-looking," commented a little girl with fuzzy animal ears and a tail. The monkey beside her chattered up at her and she nodded in response to it. The two of them occasionally twitched, as if they had been sternly ordered by every other adult on the ship not to touch anything and especially not to go swinging on the chandelier.

"Bu-ling has never seen all these monsters before. What's that big one with the ears?"

[tidesnpc]

"Most people haven't."

Snang smiled a toothy, unpleasant grin at her, before he gestured towards the painting of the panther.

"Is this what you meant?"

[barrelobuling]

"Yup." Her ears moved as she nodded. These were fun. "It looks strong! What's it do?"

Thefin Donuzemel

[tidesnpc]

A young human was standing in the corner wearing an expression that was a mixture of eagerness and nervousness. He seemed to be quite out of his element-the overalls combined with his worn, somewhat mud-stained boots seemed to indicate that he was a farmer. It was actually quite difficult to tell that he was the artist of the paintings nearby-though, the subject matter did a pretty good job of tipping one off.

They were rural scenes drawn in a somewhat folksy style-the artist was clearly going with what he knew. Though… the subject matter was not exactly peaceful, idyllic farmlands. Most of them involved livestock strewn across fields in the wake of a monster attack, with one painting involving a huge creature with far too many teeth dragging off a young Chocobo.

[isntthatwright]

As he waited for Susan to show up, Phoenix had begun wandering around the impromptu gallery, and being from a rural area with some monster problems himself, Phoenix had stopped by these paintings to take a closer look.

He couldn't really speak for the quality of the painting, nor the composition or other elements of design. However, he understood the subject matter. "Interesting that the monsters left the dead cows," Phoenix said thoughtfully. "Is it for dramatic effect?"

[tidesnpc]

As luck would have it, Thefin was nearby and heard Phoenix's question. It was so nice to see someone examine his works on an intellectual manner.

"Absolutely!" he said, walking over to the reporter's side. "Think of those horrible beasts, destroying the farmers' livelihood, for what? For nothing! Most wild monsters at least kill to eat, but not these! They only seek to leave destruction in their wake!"