10194/Something old...and more somethings old.
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| Something old...and more somethings old. | |
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| Date of Scene: | 26 November 2019 |
| Location: | Johanna's Antiques Boutique |
| Synopsis: | David buys a desk, and buys Riana a lamp. The Antique shop owner gets a healthy comission. Everyone is happy. |
| Cast of Characters: | Wild Rose, David Xanatos
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- Wild Rose has posed:
It was a simple, quiet afternoon, on a day off from work. Riana had done her homework, researching area antique shops to see where she might while away a little time amongst the relics of times past, in hopes of bringing them into her present--with a little love and care. She happens upon the name of 'Johanna's Antiques Boutique', and figures, why the hell not? She had an afternoon to kill, and getting out of the apartment would do her some good. Not that she'd minded, she mused, staying in the night before. Her cheeks flush bright red and she grins at the memory of a snowball fight and the time immediately following. So she slips on a plain, hunter green sweater, some old jeans that looked like they could use a little love, and her black leather boots, to head on out to her old 2008 Beetle--staff and all.
The drive is uneventful, and she is able to find a parking spot not too far off from the boutique. Soon, she is happily nosing about the treasure trove found within, more relaxed and perhaps a little less restrained here than she might be in other places. What better way to spend an afternoon than to go antiqueing?
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos is already in the small shop. Owen stands off a little ways, always the man's faithful atendent but for now letting his employer browse. The man has of course commented on a few occasions that the likelyhood of finding something "Truly remarkable" in a place like this is slim... to which Xanatos reminded him that it was exactlly in a place like this that he found the Magus' Grimorum Arcaniorm. He looks up a bit as he hears the tinkle of bells as someone else comes into the shop, giving the woman who walks in a small smile and nod.
- Wild Rose has posed:
A polite smile and a nod is offered in kind to the strange man as Riana slips into the shop, only the light, almost fairy-like tinkling of bells heralding her presence. Her meanderings through the shop take her in his general direction, the woman pausing at this lamp, or that odd bit of furniture to gingerly run the fingers of her left hand over each piece. The light tapping of her staff accents her steps as she moves along, pausing at an old, small brass lamp with a milky white hobnail glass shade. A light smile plays upon her lips as she considers the piece, checking as discreetly as she can to see if there is a price tag somewhere. With one not being present, she is left with no alternative but to seek out the store owner, and inquire about the lamp....
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos steps a little closer to her to examine an antique writing desk nearby where the woman stands. He glances over at the lamp and nods slightly but comments "If he asks for more then $300 he's trying to rip you off, and if you pay more then $245... well I'd never insult the intelegence of a lady..."
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie laughs, and just shakes her head. "No insult taken. I'm probably just window shopping anyways. But who knows, I might get lucky and find something that needs a little bit of love for my place." A quick glance is spared for the antique writing desk, her fingers gliding along the edge. "You've got good taste," she remarks. Though more relaxed in here, there is still that sense of restrained power, something that is rarely ever set free, if ever at all.
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos smiles, "That's what I've been telling people for ages. But apparently when I say it, I'm being arrogant." He smiles amused. "I love these old desks. They are almost like puzzle boxes. You never know what you might find. I have one at my house upstate that I found a hidden drawer inside. There was a bundle of love letters from the 1700's.
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie lofts one eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching as a smile quirks them upwards. "Really? Did you ever read them, or just put them aside?" Shifting her staff to her left hand, she leans a bit upon it, and offers her other hand out to him. "Riana Mackenzie."
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos extends his hand and shakes her's. "David, it's a pleasure to meet you. And of course I read them." he smiles a bit, "They were beautiful, and a little sad. I get the feeling the man who wrote them was well below the woman's station. I think she likely felt something as well, but was going marry another man."
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana's handshake is firm, more on par with a man's than most women's, and her hands aren't quite as smooth as most women's, either. "Pleasure to meet you." She smiles slightly, disentangling her hand from his grasp when it is polite to do so, a slight murring sound of sympathy for the long-gone couple who wrote so passionately to one another. "Those were the times. Marrying for love was a luxury. Thankfully, times change."
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos raises an eyebrow, "Oh I don't know," the man says amused, "I mean divorce rates are nearly at 50% now. People back then were marring with their heads, and the matches held."
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie chuckles lightly. "Maybe, but you can well imagine that there was plenty of infidelity behind closed doors, in loveless matches. Now, if a balance between one's heart and head can be found, that's something to think about." She shrugs, turning back to look at the lamp, and that old-fashioned hobnail glass shade. "Something so seemingly fragile as glass has somehow lasted, and stood the test of time. Matters of the heart may be equally as fragile, but the fortunate ones can also last."
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos nods slightly at that and considers. "I'm not saying it's not possible, just not very practical." He says amused "But then in just a second, a moment of rage, or even simply inattention...and it is laying in pieces and never can be put back together again."
- Wild Rose has posed:
"And yet, with a caring touch, sometimes something shattered and old can be given new life." Riana just smiles, shrugging lightly. It seemed, perhaps, that the two of them would have to agree to disagree on certain matters. That was perfectly fine. "So, David... besides debate matters of the heart with strangers in out-of-the-way antique shops, what is it you do?"
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos looks a little amused at the question, "You might say that primarily I collect antiques." he says, but there is mischief in his eyes as he does, as if to say that there is /allot/ more to that sentance then one might intially guess. "and what about yourself. That's an interesting piece you have there." He says gesturing to her staff.
- Wild Rose has posed:
It does seem a bit of a loaded answer, with that little twinkle to David's eyes. Not prying further, Riana just shrugs, shifting her staff back to her right hand. "My own work," she offers. "It's served me well so far." Her grip upon it is relaxed, but one is left with the feeling that, if the need arose, that could change /very/ quickly. "I've got a day job, but I wouldn't mind starting a dojo of my own one day."
- David Xanatos has posed:
David Xanatos nods slightly as the blond man nearby clears his throat. "Sir we will have to be leaving shortly I am afraid." Xanatos just sighs, "Sometimes I'm not sure which of us works for the other. If you'll excuse me?" he goes up talk to the owner for a few minutes, gesturing back to the desk. The man apparently making arrangements for delivery.
A few moments later the owner then walks up to Riana, "Now then, would you like this wrapped or would you like to simply carry it out."
- Wild Rose has posed:
Riana's jaw just drops as she just stares at the owner, then at David. "You didn't!" But, apparently, he did, and she chuckles quietly, her exclamation falling upon... empty air. Damn it! She'd missed the chance to thank her benefactor! She turns back to the owner and considers his question for a moment. "If you could wrap that in something for the trip home, that'd be appreciated. Thank you."
- David Xanatos has posed:
The owner of course smiles and nods, a bit of a spring in his step from having an obviously large sale on his books. He whistles contentedly as he wraps the lamp in protective bubble wrap and then carefully puts it in a bag for the woman.