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Dreams are Tacos for the Soul? (Arthur)
Well, date night had been interesting. It did teach Fred to pay more attention when she read flyers. It hadn't been bad, just not what she expected. Speed dating was not at all like a conference on time travel, not one bit. Well, she supposed it could be a little like time travel; daters were forced to go through a whole date in a short amount of time forcing them to go through many dates in one night, but it still wasn't exactly the same. She also didn't realize that there were a few odd balls out there, which was saying something seeing as she'd met Norman Bates, which reminded her that she was going to have to work up the courage to head out to the black and white part of town, which also made her feel a little racist. Was it racist to think of a place that was literally black and white as a black and white part of town? Or would it be better to think of it as the shades of gray part of town, seeing as it wasn't really and truly black and white?
"Yeah, gray part of town. Though that makes it sound rather sad and gloomy. I guess it is, but not all black and white shows are sad and gloomy." The brainy female had gotten into a bad habit of talking to herself, aloud. She had thought of going for food, but was caught off guard by a slightly larger Library. Or it seemed so. So, she'd made her way into the building and noticed that there was now...she wasn't sure what it was, but it looked for all the world to be a museum. There were a few small displays at the entrance, but the rest, well, it looked a little not ready. She wasn't sure she could go have a look, so she'd decided to look at what was up front. Nothing overly exciting really, just a few trinkets that looked a little modern and medical-ish. There was a small amulet too, which looked a little familiar.
She focused on her reflection in the glass case front and couldn't help the hint of smile. She had grown to be someone else since she came to the City, but she wondered if she hadn't changed very much. Her hand lifted and rested absently on the glass. It would have stayed there for a while had a security officer, which was an addition or she just hadn't noticed before, gave a soft cough and spooked her.
"Yeah, gray part of town. Though that makes it sound rather sad and gloomy. I guess it is, but not all black and white shows are sad and gloomy." The brainy female had gotten into a bad habit of talking to herself, aloud. She had thought of going for food, but was caught off guard by a slightly larger Library. Or it seemed so. So, she'd made her way into the building and noticed that there was now...she wasn't sure what it was, but it looked for all the world to be a museum. There were a few small displays at the entrance, but the rest, well, it looked a little not ready. She wasn't sure she could go have a look, so she'd decided to look at what was up front. Nothing overly exciting really, just a few trinkets that looked a little modern and medical-ish. There was a small amulet too, which looked a little familiar.
She focused on her reflection in the glass case front and couldn't help the hint of smile. She had grown to be someone else since she came to the City, but she wondered if she hadn't changed very much. Her hand lifted and rested absently on the glass. It would have stayed there for a while had a security officer, which was an addition or she just hadn't noticed before, gave a soft cough and spooked her.