The Zero Gravity Art Gallery

[velocette]

[VIDEO:]

[Actually, no gravity isn't so bad. The Motorcycle Boy is drifting through the hallways, blowing smoke rings to fly through, and chasing food that refuses to stay on his plate.]

It's almost like swimming, in a way. You could pay thousands of dollars back home--enough money to feed two families for months--just to ride a jet in a parabola and get a few seconds' worth of this experience.

[ACTION:]

[As you drift around the Barge, you might notice a few images stuck to the ceilings and walls of the hallways. There's no indication who made them but if you've seen Piper around with his camera well, you might guess although you've probably never spoken.]











[And connected to that photograph of Vergil:]






[ooc: More coming soon! There were way more people signing up than I thought I'd get, so instead of one big art post I'm going to be splitting it up.]

Comments

Video

[rickitikitarr]

Swimming, but without any real ability to gain purchase. Like quicksand, I imagine.

[Only without the drowning.]

Re: Video

[velocette]

Quicksand tends to cause more panic over time. ...So yeah that seems accurate to here.

[Ricki hardly seems the type to panic, though, so:] You must be having fun with this.

Video

[rickitikitarr]

One does strive for accuracy.

[A little grin. He sort of let Piper have it, his first night here, so there's something faintly apologetic to him now.]

I'm very aware that it could be a great deal worse.

Re: Video

[velocette]

[His expression softens, just a touch.]

The people who get the best perks seem to have that attitude: that it is prison but that it's not hell. You'd be surprised how rare an attitude it is.

I take it you've settled in?

Video

[rickitikitarr]

Settling, settling. Picked a fight, bothered some of the locals, found some busy work.

[You know, the normal things.]

Video

[velocette]

You held off on fighting longer than some other inmates. [Which he says politely, a touch impressed]

How are you keeping busy...?

Video

[rickitikitarr]

Nah, that was back on the first night.

[He says, with a wink.]

Reading and smoking, smoking and reading.

Voice; Locked.

[doomed_copper]

[She's speechless for several moments, looking for the right words to describe her feelings.]

I..probably should be a bit creeped out, or feel like someone's rather stalking me, but,....erm. You take fabulous photos.

[At the most intimate moments, too. She could recollect exactly what she'd been musing on at the time the exposure was snapped.]

Re: Voice; Locked.

[velocette]

Thank you. And I think ethically, if not legally, it's not stalking... I don't know your name or anything about you.

[And he would probably know at least a little about her if he was any kind of stalker worth his salt.]

You seemed a bit- lost when I saw you.

Voice; Locked.

[doomed_copper]

[There is the sound of a halfhearted chuckle on the other end.]

My name's Louise. And it's rather how I've felt ever since I got here.

Re: Voice; Locked.

[velocette]

You're not the only one.

What sort of direction were you headed at home?

[doomed_copper]

['Direction'? Ha. She keeps her answer simple.]

...Not a very good one.

[velocette]

That sounds familiar.

But why?

[doomed_copper]

[She wasn't about to reveal all sorts when she didn't even know this person yet, sight unseen, so she leaves it vague, but explanatory enough.]

Choices I made whilst on the job. But apparently they weren't bad enough to land me on the wrong side here.

[velocette]

I probably could have ended up an inmate, too. The Admiral is inconsistent with his rules that way. Luckily, people are inconsistent creatures.

[He's studying her now; he'd spent enough time with the painting that it's a little jarring to see the real person moving.]

Do you have an inmate?

[doomed_copper]

[At this, she emits a dry, almost bitter laugh-]

...How lucky for us, indeed.

[Azure eyes flick up to meet his; she'd turned the video feed on a while back, mostly certain he wasn't a threat--at least, from what she could gather.]

Temporarily, yes. Yourself?

[withtheoldbreed]

[Gene had been meaning to say something about the picture - it's obviously him, because Dillon doesn't dress like that and there's no scarring on his face - but he's distracted by the rest of what he says.]

Who's got money to throw around like that?

[velocette]

Good question. Money seems to breed boredom--maybe without the threat of survival, people lose inspiration. The jet isn't even the weirdest thing they do for a thrill.

[omar]

[Omar definitely knows about the pictures -- he was more than happy to pose. He shoots off a text when he sees his.]

Mind if I have a copy for my own self?

[velocette]

You can have the original if you like. I think it suits you.

[omar]

I'd appreciate that. I think so, too -- you got a good eye.