[open] Space is Cold

[catchacold]

Who: Leonard and YOU
Where: The Citadel
When: all through the event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Len does all right in space, mostly by doing wrong
The Story:

1. Space Bar

A bar is a bar is a bar. Leonard doesn't find anything drastically different about this place, except for the aliens and the ice seemingly not melting, which has his attention more than the actual drink. He stands a bit apart from most of what's going on, leaning against the wall by a table and watching no one in particular.

Although, if someone comes in at the right - or wrong - time, they may find him sending cold looks edging on outright glares in the direction of his partner, who's probably having a bit too good a time, at least in Leonard's opinion.

2. Space Museum

What came first, the stealing or the art appreciation? In Leonard's case - having been born into a criminal family - it was the stealing. These days, however? It's genuine appreciating for its own sake too. He looks at the building from the outside first, appreciating the architecture but, of course, also casing the joint. Force of habit or actually leading up to something, it's anyone's guess.

Later he can be found inside, both appreciating the exhibition and inspecting the alarm system and other safety measures, a connoisseur of both art and art theft. He's subtle enough about the latter, but someone in a similar business or otherwise experienced may be able to pick up on it.

Space Wild Card

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Comments

[determinedest]

Um...

[They hadn't thought it needed one. But if people are going to stop and look at it, maybe it'd be best if it did. To complete the...look. The minimalist look.

Yeah.

It doesn't take long to think of something. Maybe a little too abstract, but rife with a personal meaning, and even a small, sad smile.]

"Little Goodbye."

[catchacold]

[Leonard nods and starts writing, doing his best to make it look intentional and professional, even though he's scribbling on the back of a receipt he's holding in his hand. Still, he manages and shows the sign off to them.

"Little Goodbye"
by Frisk

Simple, partly because he doesn't know what year it is.]

Approved?

[determinedest]

[They consider it for a moment, a simple title and a name that could very easily be an artist's pseudonym. It doesn't take long for their smile to crack into something genuine, and they nod.]

Thank you.

[catchacold]

No need to thank me. You're the artist.

[That said he walks back over to the now proudly displayed piece of art and sticks the sign next to it, hands casually in his pockets as he returns to their side.]

Now we just gotta hope that in space, bubble gum is just as difficult to get off walls.

[Since that is what he used to stick the papers there. With a smirk he offers her a stick of gum.]

So, how does it feel, having your art up in a museum?

[determinedest]

[They never would have put it up there without his encouragement. The mechanism by which he stuck the impromptu art to the wall is abruptly clear, and they have to bite back a smile to match his.]

Like I can...draw a crowd.

[Ba dum tsh.]

[catchacold]

[He starts chewing another stick of gum, just in case they come across something else they want to stick up on the wall.

Their joke nets them a smile and he even chuckles.]

Oh, definitely. We should do something with that back in the mansion some time.

With your art, not your puns. Although there's an art to that too.

[Hey, he appreciates their talent.]

[determinedest]

[Of course there's an art to their puns. Wordplay is a very complicated and profound thing to master, and they learned from the very best.]

Frame them in the Second Gallery, you mean?

[This world is a fleeting recreation of one that doesn't really...matter in the end at all, does it? It's like he's stealing out of habit. But the Second Gallery is part of Wonderland. Of home.]

[catchacold]

After this is over, when we both got a free moment, I'll hit you up and we'll give that gallery something worth stealing.

[It's a plan. He doesn't yet know that he'll be gone from Wonderland for three weeks and that soon after things will go very awry, but eventually, after all that, he'll remember that promise.]

[determinedest]

[It's a bit counter-intuitive, framing it like that. Framing it like it's something worth stealing, rather than something worth just keeping there. But they find they don't mind it so much, really. It's funny, in a way.

It's not a promise, but they smile anyway.]

Okay.