Posted Oct. 9, 2022, 10:16 a.m. by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Plaza Exchange - A Night On The Town
Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Plaza Exchange - A Night On The Town
Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Plaza Exchange - A Night On The Town
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Tenkiller pretended to think about it a moment and then said “Let’s save that for a truly special occasion. Like our first fight and we’ll take it out on them instead.”Tenkiller
Yavia contemplated him a long moment, staring into his eyes. “That’s planning far ahead.” Then with a smile, “I think I like it.” She finished the last of her desert with a sip of the wine. “What do you like most about your work?”
Yavia
Tekiller wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned back in the booth holding his wine. “I like that its never dull. And that its never the same thing again and again. And that I get to meet people from all over the galaxy that many other people don’t. And at the end of the day, I’m helping people. They may not know it like they do with you and your work, but what I do matters. And thats matters to me.”
“What about you? Why nursing?”
Tenkiller
“Because it makes a difference. Not in large big ways, but small ways to individual people. Sometimes society is so stuck on encouraging people to make big sweeping differences we all forget that we are individual people first and foremost. When people are injured or sick they are at their most vulnerable, and I like that I get to be there to help them feel better, make them feel cared for and safe until they can do it on their own. Whether that’s the patient or their loved ones sitting in the room. I like that it’s not the bigger picture, but the single brush strokes.”
Yavia
Tenkiller grinned like she had just said some kind of inside joke that only he was privy to. “Single brush stokes… I like that.” and he downed the last dregs of his glass. “Do you like art? Sculptures, paintings, that kind of thing?”
Tenkiller
She waited to see if he would explain what was so amusing, but it seemed he wasn’t going to elaborate. A mystery for later perhaps. “Does anyone ever really not like art? I mean in general? There are pieces or types, techniques that don’t appeal to people or subjects that some find offensive or harsh, but to dislike art as a broader subject. All that to say I like art, I like to look at it when I see it, but have never studied it or sought it out. More due to a lack of time than lack of interest though. What about yourself?”
Yavia
Tenkiller grinned and said “I don’t know much about it, to tell ya the truth. But I know a guy who does. Hang on a sec…” and he slid out of the booth and walked a bit away. He pulled a comm rod out of his pocket, spoke a few short sentences, smiled at the muffled reply, and came back to the table. “C’mon, we’re taking a drive.” and he held his hand out to her.
Tenkiller
Yavia watched curiously and finished off her wine as he spoke into the communicator. Her hand slipped into his and she rose with the grace of someone totally comfortable in their own skin and slipped into step beside him. “Oh, more mystery? Lead the way TK.”
Outside the sun had slipped further below the horizon and Yavia settled the small sweater over her shoulders and slipped her arms through after she slid into the car and the door was closed.
Yavia
The car slid through the city with ease and Tenkiller made small talk for the ten minute ride. Soon the car came to a stop outside a stretch of shop fronts and restaurants. The one the car stopped in front of was dark, but an older human male stood outside and smiled at Tenkiller and Yavia as they got out of the car.
“General.” he said with a nod of his head. “General’s attaché.” he added with a look at Yavia and a small smile. “Welcome.” and he touched a bioscanner and the lights came on inside and the door opened…
To the Turner Art Gallery.
Tenkiller
Yavia gave the man a serious and stern look and nodded, and when he turned around she grinned at Tenkiller. “Attaché sounds so much better than ‘private nurse’.” She stepped through the door and graced Turner with a smile, “Thank you.” She paused a few feet in, taking in the sights and sounds and the smells. The faint hint of machine oil and fired metal met her nose and the fainter scent of paint. The air scrubbers were a soft hum in the distance and lights were strategically placed to give the pieces the best light to reflect of the pigments and metal. Then she began to move about the room. Unlike the gallery opening where people followed a somewhat organized pattern, Yavia was all over the place. Moving from side of the room to the other or maybe only a few paces away. “Now tell me, what a man who knows ‘not much’ about art have in common with a man who’s work is art?”
Yavia
Tenkiller smiled and said “Frank and I go way back. I helped him set up a fee of his galleries… security systems and such… and he and I became friends. So now, when he has a new show, I get an invite. I get to see some new and amazing art… and some not so much…” and he laughed, “… and there you have it.”
Tenkiller
“How felicitous.” Yavia stared at the statue of the hands as it was right in the middle of the room. “Nice and Meet. How lovely. Most representations of FSL I have seen are only letters of the alphabet in some abbreviation. This is actual words. I wonder if the artist takes commissions? A few like this around the hospital would be delightful.”
She moved on approaching a wall of paintings. She gazed at them and then grinned, “They make my eyes dance. They seem simple paintings at first but the longer you look the more complicated the image. How very intriguing. I wonder if the effect was done on purpose.”
Yavia
Tenkiller shrugged as he looked at the piece. “Dunno. You’d have to ask Frank about it. He knows the artist. I usually just come ‘cause he has real beer in a bottle.” and he laughed.
They wandered around and looked at the pieces. There more than a few blank spots where sculptures and paintings had been. “Huh, guess the show went pretty good.” Tenkiller said softly. “Looks like almost half the pieces are spoken for.”
Tenkiller
“A success then? It is lovely to see places like this though. I’m not sure I agree that art is the top tier mark of a cultured society, but it is part of any society. When I first came to Oed the shops were mostly necessities and food. Or at least the ones on my walk from my apartment to the hospital. Now there is a lot more variety, more people, more…richness.” Coming back around near Turner. “The general tells me that you know the artists and know all about art and can tell me about it. Apparently his insight is limited to the quality of beer inside the bottles you offer.”
Turner laughed and said “The Major General is simply a connoisseur of… alternative… mediums.” and he smiled at her.
“Enlighten me, please, Mr Frank. Any piece or all of them, both artists or not. I wish to know more, though I am particularly intrigued by those three paintings over there.” The wording might be slightly comical but her interest and request was sincere and she gave him her full attention.
Yavia
“Please, call me Franklin. Mister was my father.” and he led her to a painting of blues and blacks that seemed both coherent and organized, yet organic and flowing simultaneously. “To answer your first question, yes. I know both artists we are currently showing, although the painter is adamant that they stay anonymous. The sculptor is Eryn, a quite well-known artist who almost only shows her work on Risa. We are quite fortunate to have her. But first I wanted to show you this particular piece.” He stood looking at it for a moment and then, without looking away, he said “Tell me, Miss Crockett… what do you do for a living? Of course you are not his-” and he jerked his head at Tenkiller standing behind them and off to the side, “- attaché. One, he doesn’t trust anyone in his professional life that much to give them such control; and two you are far too beautiful to work for the likes of him.” and he looked at Tenkiller. “Hey! If I wanted that kind of sass, I could have taken her to the modern art exhibit at the Oed Museum.” Tenkiller said with a grin. Turner feigned pain in his chest and said “Be still my heart, those barbarians barely know a Goigains from a Matsulima.”
Turner
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