The Doctor hates Twitter (i_mthedoctor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-08 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, eleventh doctor, enjolras, oliver queen (green arrow), tardis, tenth doctor |
Who: Troy (11) and OPEN TO THE WORLD!
Where: Los Angeles County Museum of Art
When: [Backdated May 5th]
What: GALA!
Rating: Likely low?
Status: ONGOING AND OPEN
"Museums are absolutely wonderful, they're always filled with such fascinating things, like this!" Troy moved towards a glass exhibit where he scanned around the glass case and ran his fingers over the edge a moment, before spinning away and grinning, "Or this!" He moved towards what appeared to be some sort of golden helmet adorned with jewels and fading carvings.
He kept moving, spinning or running from the one item to the next, always with a huge smile on his face before looking towards the curator, "There's so much you can learn here, and even things you already knew you can experience them in a whole new light. Really brings the past to life and it's just absolutely thrilling really."
"Ahem, but sir... all of these items are your own?" The curator offered as they looked around the large, beautifully adorned gala room; filled with a fine array of collected items from all over time and the world. The Curator then looked back towards Troy, "Though I do agree we have a great assortment of art. It is nice, however, to have history playing its role this evening."
"OH! Right, yes. Well I knew it was mine, just sort of different I guess in this light. They all feel less, well, mine I suppose. Perhaps it's because it's in an art museum. I think that's what it is, after all it's art. It has that artsy feel to it, the tang of it really." He shrugged and then looked around. Tables were set up with the beautiful Audrey's cupcakes, and the music was loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough not to be daunting. It was classical and sobering at best, filled with a relaxing taste.
Dressed in a velvet frock, with a top hat on his head, and a stop watch gold chain worn between pocket of his vest to the pocket of his frock, he seemed entirely far too out of place for this particular place.
There were drinks about too, though he didn't know which kind--he was hardly worried about them. The items surrounding the room were of his own collection, not that it was a fantastic collection, but they were there. They were filled with death masks, makeshift 'tooth brushes', other cleaning brushes, wash bins, what appeared to be a ball wrapped in a very strong and tight rubber, among other increasingly weird items.