Lydia Martin (bansheeinheels) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-06-10 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *aurora, *maxi, lydia martin, pansy parkinson |
07 JUNE | PANSY & LYDIA
lydia martin & pansy parkinson
07 june
library
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Pansy wasn’t anywhere near to being a regular visitor to the library - she saw it as the domain of sad, lonely people who had nothing better to do. But she’d never denied it could be a useful source of information, and in this case, she definitely needed more information. Neal Caffrey had set down a challenge: the two of them would find a painting they would both attempt to replicate and see whose version could be passed off as the real thing. He’d allowed her to choose the painting in question, and she’d decided as soon as she accepted the challenge that she wasn’t going to choose a Muggle painting. Why would she? She didn’t know the history or the techniques or the materials that would help her create a convincing forgery. Neal had said she couldn’t use magic, as it would give her too much of an advantage, but choosing a Muggle painting would give him too much of an advantage. Which left the option of choosing something entirely different. Atlantis’s library had access to cultures far beyond the wizarding and the Muggle. Surely Pansy could find something close enough to wizarding art to give herself an advantage, but far away enough for it to count. She was in the art section, going through some options, but realized quickly the books she’d picked from the shelf weren’t the right ones. Too comfortably ensconced in her seat to get up, she decided to levitate a few more books off the shelf towards her. Hopefully one of them would have something usable. Appreciating art and studying art were great and all, but Lydia was much more interested in her maths and science courses. Regardless, Atlantis wanted well-rounded students, and that's how Lydia found herself taking a course in Art Appreciation. The library was one of the few places in Atlantis that she truly felt like she could a lot of studying done, everywhere else was just too interesting. She'd managed to find the art section and was looking for a select book when all of a sudden a few books left right where she was going and started to float towards someone else. Jumping back, she reminded herself quickly that this was Atlantis and weird things happened all the time. "You know it's hard to pick up a flying book," Lydia said as she followed the book finding someone sitting comfortably with a group of art book around her. If Lydia were to guess, she'd guess she was one of the witches. “Not if it’s flying towards you,” Pansy responded, glancing up just briefly enough to see who was talking. She plucked out one of the books from the air as it approached and let the others land lightly on the table, on the other side of the books she’d already paged through. She wasn’t entirely an arse, though; she was well-enough aware that she was in a public library, and that she had to actually share the things in it. So she gestured to the books in the Done pile. “You can take a look at these if you like.” Lydia shrugged in return. It was a fair statement. Besides how was she supposed to know someone had just been about to reach for one of the books. Lydia managed to stop herself from being catty and saying something along the lines of how generous and instead nodded with a short. "Thanks." Looking through the books, she found one that was what she needed before glancing back up. "So, working on something fun?" Thing was, to Pansy it was generous; she wasn't used to sharing. So a snarky reply wouldn't have made much of an impression. The conservation starter, however, did. “I suppose,” she said. “I'm looking for famous pieces of art. Not Muggle art. Art from different planets, perhaps.” She peered at the young woman who obviously had enough interest in the subject to wander into this section of the library. “I don't suppose you know of any?” Lydia was paying attention to the books but looked up at the word Muggle. She didn't say anything about where she was from but put it into her knowledge. "Art isn't really my thing, but one of the books," she started but paused opening up a notebook. "Mentions artwork from another world, I think it might come from either the Star Wars world, or maybe the Star Trek world, I don't know, but here," she said handing over her notebook with the name written clearly. "If you can find the book, you might find something." Lydia offered. "You're an art person I take it?" Pansy made a noncommittal noise as she leaned over to copy the name of the book. It sounded familiar to her, and she wondered if it was one of the books she'd already read and discarded, or if it was one of the references she'd come across. “They've got me assigned as ‘artist,'” she said, the air quotes audible even though she was still copying the book’s information. “So I suppose so.” Copying it done, she sat back and looked at the redhead with interest. “What do you do?” "What exactly do you do as an artist?" Lydia asked with a curious expression, to her it sounded like a strange position given what they were up against in this world. "Research Assistant with science and engineering, and finishing up school," she answered with a shrug. "It's not bad, school is really good, but with all the knowledge of the world, it better be good." Pansy shrugged. “I do restoration work and murals around the city.” It was clear that she felt the work was beneath her, but she wasn't exactly complaining. There were worse ways to spend her time, she supposed. “A few commissions here and there.” She wrinkled her nose. “Science, though. I worked on a project with some scientists. They were all rather rude. I hope you end up working with more pleasant ones.” "Is that what you want to be doing?" Lydia asked getting the impression it might not be exactly what she wanted. She wouldn't blame her, as much fun as art was, it still seemed like a weird thing to be doing with the whole war going on. "Who did you work with?" Lydia asked tilting her head to the side. "Some are better than others, but where science goes, egos will follow." “Oh, and what egos they are,” Pansy said with a roll of her eyes. “I don't know where anyone gets the nerve to call me unpleasant when people like Tony Stark exist in the world.” She had no idea if the redhead would recognize the name, but if she didn't, Pansy was all set to tell her aaaaaaall about how aggravating he was. "Who called you that?" Lydia asked. "Stark?" She inquired unsure if she meant he'd been the one to call her that or if it was someone else. "Stark does have an abnormally large ego, but I guess that comes with being brilliant and stupid rich." “I wouldn't go so far as to call him brilliant,” Pansy said with a small sniff. She didn't know enough about Muggle technology to understand that what he did was beyond the capabilities of most people. “But I do find him singularly difficult to work with, so best of luck if you ever have to.” Because didn't all scientists do the same sort of thing? “As for who called me unpleasant…” Pansy shrugged and suddenly smiled, showing a sense of impish self-awareness. “I think you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who doesn't think I'm unpleasant.” "He is, mathematically he has an extremely keen mind, as annoying as he is, he is fortunately and unfortunately a genius." Lydia insisted. "Too bad genius doesn't take the pain in the ass gene along with it." She joked. "Ah, so one of those huh?" Lydia smiled with a small laugh. "Well, some people are just an acquired taste." Pansy laughed. She didn't mind this girl. “Like fine wine,” she agreed. Yeah, so she had a bit of an ego too. Just a bit. "Wine, now that sounds like more fun than writing an essay on art!" Lydia sighed picking up a book that looked discarded. "Are you still using this one? Or do you mind if I check it out and go force myself to write this essay?" “Go ahead,” Pansy told her, using magic to make the book hop over to the other woman. “And good luck with it. If in the course of your essay you manage to figure out why this Jackson Pollock fellow was considered an artist, so let me know.” |