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Erik Garnier ([info]angelnorghost) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2013-02-09 23:28:00

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Entry tags:erik garnier, obi-wan kenobi

Who: Erik and Obi-Wan
When: Some point before Monday
Where: The De Chagny Theatre
What: Hashing out plans
Rating: Probably very low
Status: In progress

There's just something about old theatres. Erik always feels at home at them, calm and serene. At peace. He's tempted to explore further, but he probably ought to wait until his official meeting with M. de Chagny on Tuesday. Still, he is itching to get up onto the catwalks and see everything from above. That's the best way to look at a theatre, from above.

For the moment, he sits in the auditorium, basking in the dim light and the scent of the place until his potential coworker arrives.


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[info]obi1
2013-02-10 06:04 am UTC (link)
Just outside the theater, Obi-Wan sat in his car, pinching the bridge of his nose and warding off a headache. With dark circles under his eyes, he looked every bit a man in the midst of a tense situation with his girlfriend. Suffice to say, he hadn't slept much in the last few days. At work, he'd pushed himself to keep his mind occupied. The oversized cup of Starbucks in his hand wasn't anywhere close to the amount of caffeine he needed this morning.

But Obi-Wan was not a man who broke appointments. Especially not for the mere fact of not feeling well. He could, and typically did, work through everything. Right now, he just had to get himself moving.

But there was little hope he would match the serenity of the man he was meeting at the old theater.

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-02-21 04:04 am UTC (link)
"It's a great old place, isn't it?" Erik calls out from his seat, voice echoing slightly ominously in the vast room. "There's actually not much at all I'd want to change about it. Just a little fixing up here and there, some updating of the pipes and electricity. But otherwise I think it's a work of art."

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[info]obi1
2013-02-21 03:51 pm UTC (link)
He lingered in the door, staring into the back of the other man's head. There was something odd about not turning around to greet someone when they entered the room. Obi-Wan sensed Erik had a flare for the dramatic. He did not care for unnecessary drama. He was the straight forward sort. But had no qualms admitting the theater was breathtaking.

"It's beautiful," he replied, his faint Glaswegian accent making a somewhat rare appearance. He walked down the side aside, trying to take everything in. Even with his heightened powers of perception, it was impossible. There was too much. "I assume you must be Erik."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-02-21 11:59 pm UTC (link)
"That I am, that I am." He stands and offers his hand when Obi-Wan reaches him, his fedora tilted to shadow the ruined side of his face. First impressions, of course, are everything.

"You know, now that I've seen it, I almost don't want to touch it. Some things will need to be updated and it'll need to be scrubbed down, top to bottom. But why try to reinvent the wheel? There's so much here for us to work with. I think we ought to try to maintain as much of the original structure as possible.

And here I was thinking it'd be a gut job."

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[info]obi1
2013-02-22 02:35 pm UTC (link)
"Obi," he replied, shaking his hand. He didn't outwardly flinch at the man's disfigurement, but he was caught off-guard. It wasn't something he could have expected by any means. The man appeared to have been burned. But he presented himself with style. There was surely an fascinating story behind it.

"I'm more concerned with the infrastructure that supports the beauty, if you take my meaning," Obi-Wan said, lifted his coffee to his lips. "Making sure it's safe."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-02-22 07:22 pm UTC (link)
"Exactly what I was thinking! Exactly that, making sure nothing falls down or caves in, but maintaining the basic structure of the place. Good, good." He claps Obi on the shoulder with a warm smile.

Or as warm as he's able to manage, anyway.

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[info]obi1
2013-02-23 07:35 pm UTC (link)
Obi-Wan's eyes began to wake up. The circles under them remained, but the light in them sharpened. In the dim, somewhat eerie light of the theater, they were more gray than blue. Stony, perhaps.

"Have you had some time to walk through the place?" he asked, gesturing with his coffee cup. The scent lingered like a line drawn in the air. He was asking to be brought up to speed on what Erik may have already studied.

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-02-24 03:46 pm UTC (link)
"I was going to, but I was caught by the eerie beauty of the empty stage and compelled to stay right where I was. I would love, however, to take a tour with you. We can make notes on what needs the most fixing, etcetera."

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[info]obi1
2013-02-24 03:57 pm UTC (link)
Eerier than the theater was Erik himself. Obi-Wan sensed a darkness surrounding the man like an aura, but he could not place his finger on what, exactly, was setting off the alarm. It was almost like a premonition. Obi-Wan didn't like to give thoughts about the future too much credence, but he was overly tired and more sensitive than usual.

He decided to ignore it for now. It wasn't that he felt unsafe in the man's presence, but then again, he never felt unsafe anywhere. "Why not, eh?" He began to stroll down the aisle.

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-02-24 04:14 pm UTC (link)
Erik has a dark past and is haunted by even darker dreams. He's done things he isn't proud of, in the name of survival. But that's in the past now, and here he is, living the suburban lifestyle in sunny California.

He follows behind Obi, hands sucked in his pockets as he looks up and the gilded ceiling and the still impressive chandelier.

"We'll have to fix that old thing up, of course. Make sure it's good and secured to the ceiling. We wouldn't want any mishaps, would we?"

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[info]obi1
2013-02-24 04:21 pm UTC (link)
"Mishaps?" Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, but did not turn around, other than look upward at the chandelier. "Have you ever seen mishaps with one of those things?"

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-02-26 08:37 am UTC (link)
"No, no. I haven't, not personally. But one does hear stories. Rumours, that sort of thing. Tales of terror about ballet girls being crushed to death.

It just seems like a good thing to reinforce, that's all I mean."

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[info]obi1
2013-02-26 01:39 pm UTC (link)
Erik's answer did very little to set Obi-Wan at ease. His words weren't sinister, but they were very dark. Girls being crushed. He spoke far too casually.

His response was a simple Hmm. A low hum.

Obi-Wan entered a door beside the stage and held it open for Erik to follow. It led to a narrow hallway, which was dark even though there was some light up ahead. He searched for some kind of light switch and failed to find one.

"I assume this should take us backstage..."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-07 03:06 pm UTC (link)
"Well, it should be an adventure either way, hmm?" Erik takes out his lighter and looks along the walls to find the light switches. "Mm, no. Must be on the other side. Or up in the booth. But a little darkness never hurt anyone, did it?"

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[info]obi1
2013-03-07 05:16 pm UTC (link)
Fortunately for Obi-Wan, while his powers didn't grant him x-ray vision, he could sense his way through dark spaces as well as if he had a torch. "That depends on who's involved, I suspect."

He thought of Anakin.

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-12 06:33 pm UTC (link)
"How very philosophical of you, my dear Mr. Kenobi." Erik prefers to keep the house dim, lest he catch sight of himself in the mirror on accident and ruin his whole day. So his eyes adjust to the darkness quickly enough.

"Well, we could creep along here in the dark if you'd like, or we could go up to the booth and see what the place looks like lit up. What are you in the mood for?"

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[info]obi1
2013-03-13 06:57 pm UTC (link)
"I myself am a fan of the light," Obi-Wan replied, though there was a coldness to his voice. He was not a fan of creeping. "Why don't we go to the booth?"

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-13 07:38 pm UTC (link)
Erik draws back with a hand to his chest, his expression sheepish. "If I've insulted you without knowing, I apologize. I have an odd sense of humour.

Up to the booth it is." And he gestures for Obi to lead the way.

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[info]obi1
2013-03-14 12:14 am UTC (link)
Perhaps Obi-Wan ought to have been the one apologizing, but he knew he wouldn't. He was stubborn as a mule. He shook his head and pretended to cast aside the matter with a flick of his wrist. Moving on was the better plan.

The path to the booth revealed more than a few loose boards and, unfortunately, some major termite damage. Termites were a carpenter's sworn enemy.

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-14 02:04 am UTC (link)
Erik wrinkles his nose as he steps around the floor boards, picking his way across the floor like a cat. "We'll have to get an exterminator, obviously. And the basement likely has rats."

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[info]obi1
2013-03-14 06:36 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, I think we can safely assume we'll find rats," Obi-wan replied. He nearly chuckled. Rats weren't a problem for construction, unless they were chewing on the wood. "And probably bats in the rafters. It seems this place hasn't been in use for a very long time. A shame, really."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-15 02:36 am UTC (link)
"Rats and bats and termites, oh my. That's what happens when you invest in an older building, you have to usher out the creepies and crawlies and long-leggedy beasties that have made their home here while we've ignored it."

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[info]obi1
2013-03-15 02:35 pm UTC (link)
They came to the booth, which at first glance was an electrician's nightmare. Obi-Wan knew more about construction than carpentry alone, but the wiring here was ancient. He quietly used the Force to guide his hands where they needed to go, careful not to trip anything that might start a fire.

"Have you met the owner, by the way? Mr. De Chagny? I haven't, but from what I gather, he seems very young. Much younger than you and I. I theorize that he has a great deal of money to throw into this project, and perhaps a personal connection to the place."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-19 06:58 am UTC (link)
Erik, for his part, is no great hand at wiring, and so steps back to let Obi-Wan sort things out.

"You'll meet him before I do, I believe. He seems a fair man, but he did have the audacity to scold me for being too eager to jump into the project. But having seen it, can you really blame me? Theatre is my great passion, and to be able to have a hand in restoring one -- well." He shrugs and spreads his hands a little. "I had no choice but to be eager.

All in all, it should be an interesting experience, I feel."

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[info]obi1
2013-03-20 04:46 pm UTC (link)
Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder, trying to keep his face blank. His hands continued to work the wiring and the lights, which came on one by one with loud SNAPS!

"Tell me, Erik," he said. "What's your background? I assume your interest in this theater has more to do with the stage than architecture..."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-20 06:06 pm UTC (link)
"Well now, that would be an incorrect assumption. I worked as an architect and contractor around Europe and Asia before I started putting my music and magic tricks up on the internet for the world to see. I also had a job as an illusionist while I was in Iran, but I was primarily an architect there.

I'm a man of many hats, as you can see."

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[info]obi1
2013-03-21 12:44 pm UTC (link)
No, Obi-Wan wouldn't quite disguise the look of surprise on his face. Magic tricks? Iran? Mr. Garnier was not just a man of many hats but perhaps a man of many identities. Obi-Wan almost said this aloud, but a familiar calming voice in the back of his head told him to mind himself. After all, he was a man with more than one identity as well.

"Hm. I pictured you as having a long-standing acting career," he said softly.

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-25 06:32 pm UTC (link)
"Oh no, this handsome face of mine has never graced the stage. Not in a proper theatrical performance. Concerts and the like, but never a real role. Though I'll admit, I've dreamed of it."

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[info]obi1
2013-03-28 05:47 pm UTC (link)
"Would you mind if I asked what happened..." he said cautiously. "Your face. I would guess there was some accident. But you don't have to answer."

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[info]angelnorghost
2013-03-28 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Erik waves a hand dismissively, "At least you're very polite about it, anyway. I was born with this disfigurement, though it does look rather like an accident, doesn't it?"

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