Who: Robert Baratheon & Artie Nielsen What: Robert drops by at Artie's shop When: Monday afternoon Where: The Warehouse, Laguna Beach Rating: Low Status: Incomplete Note: Artie doesn't seem to have a tag here yet. ._.
After spending the better part of last week and the whole weekend on the phone with his agent and a bunch of people he used to know from his live theatre days, Robert had half a mind to quit altogether, buy a cottage somewhere nice (France or Ireland or even Italy) and live out the rest of his life there, doing absolutely nothing. Maybe have a small garden with olive trees and herbs and tomatoes. It was a nice thought. But. He knew nothing about gardening or how to spend copious amounts of time with only himself for company without going crazy.
When the walls started closing in, threatening to collapse and bury him alive, the (jobless) actor - waiting tables would be another option, ha ha no - grabbed his car keys, scribbled down the address of one Mister Artie Nielsen's antique shop and drove to Laguna Beach. The drive took longer than he'd expected, because the sat nav was such a bloody useless piece of shit, giving him wrong directions left and right.
However, several (one-sided) arguments with it later, Robert finally pulled up near the shop and got out without ripping that stupid piece of tech out and dumping it in the nearest bin.
'Mustn't look crazy.'
Artie's shop was, well. One of the more interesting shops Robert had been at lately. He took his time looking around, his mood improving bit by bit as he studied the pieces on display even though he wasn't always sure what exactly he was looking at.