Studio Time [RP for Pippa]

[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy stood before a non-descript door set into the brick face of a building, head craned back to look up at the numbers above the door. With reluctance, for the sake of the brisk wind whipping along the street, Zipp pulled her hands from her pockets to check the slip of paper on which she had written Pippa Kerr's studio address. The numbers

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[sand_andwater]

Pippa stepped back and laughed at Zippy's comment. "Hello, Ms. Levine. Come in...oh, and the wind is picking up, isn't it? I hadn't noticed, being in here." She gave the out-of-doors a worrisome look before closing the door against the chill.

"I'm afraid it's only somewhat warm in here today. I just have the one furnace going." Pippa didn't point out that she only lit it for the warmth. She wasn't actually working on anything, not after the last time she tried.

The gaffer had been cleaning up the remains of her argument with Rory Stone while waiting for Zippy, sweeping up broken glass from the gray slab floor and dusting off the metal racks of shelves that lined half the walls. Pippa gestured with her right hand, indicating the wide open space dotted with tables and a work bench. "Probably not anywhere near as glamorous as other artists' studios. This is a somewhat austere medium."

At least until you actually began to create.

[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy didn't answer immediately, busy looking around. She smiled slightly as she took in the work area. As Pippa herself said, it wasn't as elaborate, as obviously artistic as Finn's had been, but... there was something of the same feel. It was a place where things got made.

She trailed fingers absently over one of the work tables in passing, gravitating toward the one operative furnace. "I like it though. Lots of room, lots of... potential.

"Alright," she said after another curious look around, settling back against one table with her arms crossed, "so educate me. How's all this glass-blowing stuff work?"

[sand_andwater]

Pippa bit back a sigh, of course she'd want a how to and then some. She should have seen this coming. Instead of moving towards the furnace, Pippa took a seat at her work bench, casually straddling the seat with the ease of someone well used to the act. "Well, for one thing, the furnaces would need to be quite a bit hotter for the flux--that's the molten glass which is made up of sand, cyanide and calcium depending on the properties you want the finished piece to have

[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy watched and listened intently as Pippa spoke.

The younger woman's desire to do the work she was discussing was obvious, in the flickers of her eyes towards the tools, in the longing in her tone. Zippy noted it, and noted also the gesture that hid Pippa's hand from view-- but she'd already registered the visual offness of that hand, confirmed there was one less finger than there should be with a glance, and then carefully not looked at it since.

She nodded when Pippa paused, to show she had followed the explanation, and then said, "So I take it that's where the 'blowing' part comes in, then-- what you see on TV or movies or whatever, the actual blowing to make the shapes. But how do you get the control for the more, I dunno, complex shapes?"