Memoria Gloria

[consider8]

Who: Agent 8 and OPEN
Where: Quiet Coach the Large One that was Formerly a Lab
When: Horseshoe 23
What: Agent 8 reveals the project that she has been making: a working mural piece that needs people to share their home.
Warnings: Possibly painful nostalgia?

On the early morning of the 23, people would wake up to find a small flyer glued onto the door. It reads:

Paths are made from a start

Our legs they stride, swept in a tide

Memories fade in this void apart

Come share a memory

The Large Quiet Room

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Those curious enough to enter the room that was formerly a lab would see that that half of the room's contents have been shifted to one side. The half that is closest to the middle has its walls completely cleaned and covered with white sheets of paper. Only two things stand out from it: one is a sign hanging from the center of the wall that simply reads. "Where is Home?" As though to answer that, a drawing of a metropolitan square with large industrial-sized domes underneath. To further entice people into drawing, there's a cabinet filled with multi-colored thermoses of ink.

As for the hostess of all this? Well, she's nowhere to be found -- but if one was attentive they may notice that one corner of the cabinet seems to have a rather large of a spill of paint that is blending into the colors of the ground. An even more astute person may hear the soft sound of air bubbles rising to the surface even if the paint's surface appears perfectly still...

((OOC: Yeah, Eight is feeling a little self-conscious of the big display and is hiding in her ink. Also, a small note about the ink itself! It's very pretty! And she has a lot of choices set up, but it's also... weird. The ink doesn't blend or add at all, it only replaces. If your character tries to mix two ink colors together, it would just replace what was there with what was used last. Likewise, a paint stroke on the canvas will replace any color that was previously there as soon as the new one is applied.))

Comments

[blue_ice]

Kaiba enters, staring for a long moment at the ink. It's not the kind of memorial he had in mind, really...but a cityscape might work. Art of plants, oceans...anything anyone might remember.

He's not a good artist, really, but he starts with a midnight blue...a city cloaked in the darkness of night. Below it, the dim yellow-green glow of city lights.

Or he tries---all the ink shifts to yellow-green.

"...what kind of ink is this?" He frowns, and tentatively tries to paint a lighter blue tower. Same result, it's just a wall of blue.

[consider8]

Eight is being quiet, enjoying the man make art. She likes his intention and seriousness -- as well as his art. Though it may speak poorly of her, she never mind seeing passionate expression of the self. A carry over, perhaps, of being exposed to new artistic expression.

She frowns within her ink at his dissatisfaction and quietly forms to make herself known.

"Is something the matter?"

i am so sorry x.x feel free to drop

[blue_ice]

Kaiba jumps a little when he hears that voice. What the---who? Oh. He recovers as he recognizes her, watching the splatter change once again.

"Oh. No. Wasn't expecting you."

He takes a moment to regain his composure and continues.

"Was this your paint?"

It's okay. I haven't been the best myself.

[consider8]

Eight notices the loss of composure and the sudden recovery. She won't say much of it, instead focusing on what Kaiba had been painting.

"I didn't want to bother anyone." She confesses, not revealing where she was hiding. She nods at the question. "Mmm. I made the ink myself. You were asking about it?"

[blue_ice]

"If it's your project...why not?"

Kaiba looks at it all in a new light now that he knows. For one person...it really is an impressive offering. Now if only he can figure out how to contribute.

"If I touch any part of the colors together, they shift. I was expecting a mix."

[consider8]

Ohh, yeah that would explain the confusion. She lets an embarrassed chuckle. "That's because my ink is not compatible with ink of a different color."

She hunts around for an empty bottle, and reaches for a few that is tucked on the bottom row of the shelf. "I can make whatever color you want though! What ware you trying to make?"

[blue_ice]

"...a midnight navy," he says softly. "Like the sky just after sunset."

And then he looks at her curiously. "You made the ink?"

[consider8]

She nods and uses her imagination to remember the deepest, darkest blue she could imagine. In response, her hair changes color to match the tone she is imagining. Her hand with the bottle raises for Kaiba to see and with a soft inhale the bottle begins to fill with the same color.

It's a slow process, but give her a minute or so and the midnight navy will be offered to Kaiba to use.