WAR TABLE MISSION: Been and Drawn

[hornswoggle]

WHO: Alexandrie, Bastien, Leander, Marcoulf, & Vanadi
WHAT: The gang goes to an art show
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Wycome
NOTES: ooc info + no warnings.

The hall turned art gallery for the night is festooned with a wide variety of art. There is a mingling of landscapes, abstractions, portraits, with statues positioned through the center of the venue. The room itself is lavishly decorated, with plush sofas interspersed through the room and angled strategically to provide the best views for those who tire of wandering the room. A bar has been set up offering a variety of fine Antivan wines, served by a pair of haughty, black-clad bartenders, and a trio of elegant servers have been tasked with bearing silver plates of cheeses, grapes and other cleverly skewered finger foods for the taking.

Once the doors open, the room is soon packed with a crowd of Wycome's high society, art enthusiasts, and a smattering of non-committal yet curious wallflowers, potentially here for the free drinks only. The art critics are largely easy to identify; they cluster together periodically, turned away from the knots of people passing from piece to piece, then break apart to return to their examinations. At a glance, there seem to be five critics total, though it's hard to be certain there aren't one or two stragglers evaluating the showing on their own.

There are four artists whose work has been given prime placement, and Bonaiuto Cellini is one of them, though it is likely due to his position as merchant prince rather than because of any great talent. Cellini lingers nearby the displays of his self-portraits, and it is very easy to overhear him discuss both his status as a relative amateur painter, and his belief that were he born to a different life he would have been a great proficient.

The paintings are Fine, I Guess. A series of self-portraits, done in varying palettes and perspectives, are nothing remarkable. If the subject weren't standing so close at hand, it might be even be possible to assume they bear a strong resemblance to their creator.

Agents are left largely to their own devices. The proprietors of the gallery are aware of their presence, so no entry fee has been required. Approach Cellini, critics, or other artists as you please.

Comments

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[Yes, well. Marcoulf makes a small motion with his small finger toward Vanadai's cup. Fair criticism, but does he want a refill?]

Apologies, serah. It's not my weapon of choice.