Timpani Ingalls (timpanii) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-31 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | daciana montagne, player: irish, player: mo, timpani ingalls |
After months of work, it was amazing to see the progress that they’d made. The hardest part actually, had been securing the space in the main area of town. Once she’d done that, getting crews in to renovate and get everything set up had been....well, not easy, but at least not as difficult. Sometimes, it was the little things in life.
Before she knew it, she was interviewing employees and had hired six people, getting them trained. They were all part time, three for days and three for nights, on top of herself working full time. They were still learning everything, but since it was an art gallery as opposed to a retail shop, they were not expected to be expert salespeople or to use a cash register. Now, walking through the space as part of the soft opening with Daciana, Timpani was explaining her thoughts on things and gestured to a painting on an inside wall, “I think this one will sell quickly,” she said, the bright colours feeling like they were jumping from the canvas, “but I am not sure I want to put it in the front window...it’s almost....aggressive. What do you think?” To say that Daci was proud and excited about the work that Timpani had accomplished in such a short time would have been quite the understatement. In fact, she was ecstatic that it was all coming together and knew she'd made the right decision in letting Timpani spearhead this project. The opening of the gallery here in their town, centered to their kind of people instead of humans who had no idea the things that they all saw or experienced, it was more than anything she could have ever dreamed. It was more than that. It was a miracle in the simple reasoning that now they could showcase an artist and that artist could come and see their work appreciated in ways they might not be able to in Atlantic City. "You're right. The aggression within the painting itself will draw attention, but maybe center the more subtle paintings in the display windows. Put this one more towards the center of the gallery, in the back. Almost like the spotlight of the opening. The subtleties from the paintings in the window can segue into this one as people make their way back." It was almost like giving the customers a taste of the anticipation and anxiousness that she, herself, was feeling. That she kind of hoped Timpani was feeling. “I like that idea,” the piece deserved to be a focal point, Timpani thought, but not out in the front. In the back, with the other art leading back towards it, would work better. “Get the lights adjusted just right for it...I think it could be a dramatic end if people go through the gallery how we’re hoping,” they were going to lead everyone through it using the moveable walls and furnishings to create a path, but there were always those that went a different way. That was fine, too. “And of course, offer drinks to help tame the aggression and energy,” she grinned, amused. They would have both alcoholic and non-alcoholic choices for a nominal price and blood, though that they would need to be careful about. “Agreed. I knew you’d be fantastic at this.” Daciana grinned, her dark eyes shining in excitement. “I think we need white wine for the occasion, as well as a sparkling grape and apple juice mix. The blood can be kept on a separate table and brought around by a separate waiter.” Though, to be honest, the thought of vampires stepping foot into her gallery made the young nymph shudder. Her past did not make for a very comfortable setting around vampires. “I already spoke to Julius about both the opening and the general contract, it’s all finalized,” Timpani assured her boss, “A white, a red and a rosé for the opening, red and white all the time. They’ll change seasonally. Blood will be separate and only by request after the opening, but there will be a small sign to explain that,” she said, not particularly fond of the blood either. She didn’t know if she had even met a vampire or not and she was really pretty good with not knowing. It was easier to think of them as people with a strange sort of diet and light disorder, but even still, blood was...gross. She would rather be cursed than have to drink blood given the choice. Everytime the other woman spoke, Daciana was more and more convinced that the right person was taking care of all this. And, at her mention of Julius, the little blonde blushed a little. "Make sure Mr. Julius gets a personal invitation to the opening as well. And that he has a standing account if he decides he wants to purchase anything." It was the least she could do since he had put up that booth plaque for her brother. "You've done one hell of a job, Miss Ingalls. I'm seriously impressed, but I knew I would be. I still want to hire you full time to manage both places if you're willing. I'll make sure the pay is excellent and that you get a cut of whatever is sold." She treated her employees well in an effort to keep them employed with her. And because she thought they deserved it. Nodding, Timpani blushed crimson against her blonde hair. “I’d like that,” she agreed, “Maybe we can revisit it in a few months? I just...want to get this one established and successful. I know they have different clientele, but...I still worry about this,” she touched her belly. While people in Summerview understood the cursed aspect, plenty of people in Atlantic City didn’t know that curses were possible and always wanted to ask when she was due, if she should even be working, touching her middle, like her body wasn’t her own. It was hers. She wasn’t a baby incubator and even if she was actually pregnant, that was not the only thing she was! Daciana understood the worry when it came to Timpani's issue. But she'd been thinking about that as well. "Is there... well, I know you're cursed and whatnot, but is it possible that a charm like... I don't know, a necklace or something could glamour that? It might help when it comes down to it. I mean..." She knew they charms and potions were expensive on a regular day, so she figured that they would be even more expensive when used to combat or work against a curse. "I know they're probably expensive, but I'd be willing to foot the cost should it come down to it." Daciana would willingly pay every penny if it meant someone as adept as Timpani was could run both of her galleries. That was an idea she hadn’t considered, “Maybe?” she replied, unsure, “I have no idea, I haven’t looked into it. I didn’t really consider the idea,” she knew of glamours, heard of them in passing, but hadn’t really considered using it for herself. “Might be something to look into. I wouldn’t be in Atlantic City daily after all,” she would prefer to use Summerview as her primary workspace and she knew the Atlantic City gallery was a lot more work. “Hard maybe. Let’s get this one more established first.” "I tell you what," Daciana started, smiling brightly, "when you decide that you're in a better position to take over the gallery in Atlantic City, let me know. I'll pay for the charm. No buts, no arguments, my treat. I want you to feel like you have nothing more than the galleries to worry about." And that was the honest truth. She tried to treat the people around her like they wanted to be treated. Knew that it was the way to keep those around her happy in their workplace. Happy working for her. Plus, it kept morale up. “Thank you,” Timpani replied gratefully, meaning it as she blushed. She wasn’t used to generosity like Daciana’s, but really, it was just taking care of employees. Still, most companies did not do that, especially smaller ones. That was why she worked for medium sized firms before they were gobbled up by larger ones. This was....unexpected, but appreciated. Glancing at the list on her tablet, she guided her boss towards one of the free-floating walls, “Now, last thing,” she said, “about the lighting here...” |