Moving Dale into the apartment had lead Charlotte to lay low for a while, with plenty to do and wanting to more immediately reap the benefits of a live-in boyfriend. However, eventually, it would have...exhibit next week. And she even managed to keep herself from getting distracted by online shopping. [[ gallery isn't open, but the post definitely is! Door's not even locked anymore, heh. ]]
Charlotte was glad to see that everything was relatively normal today; no rocks turning tings colors or other subsequent strangeness that she could see, but, on that same note, it made her worry. If there... settled in at her desk, and tried to make sure that a weekend break wouldn't put her behind or anything. [[ the gallery's closed but the post is open! Door's locked, please knock, blah blah blah. ]]
There was a bright bouquet of flowers on the desk today, and, quite frankly, Charlotte was thinking that was more than enough color for her today. As she sat watching the colorful rocks fall on the ground...and in her closet rather than right there on her skin. [[ the gallery is closed but the post is open; the doors aren't even locked today because Charlotte figures not many would brave the rockstorm ]]
If Charlotte looked busy on important work at the desk, she wasn't. She was fairly good at pretending, though, completely absorbed in another project that involved a lot of sketching, erasing and thinking...for artists to pick up their works! And she's still keeping the doorslocked for safety reasons, so you'll either have to knock or make a lot of jumping around hand wavey motions in the windows. ]]
With plenty of coffee on hand, Charlotte went down to the gallery to get some work done on her computer, most importantly two emails to two different groups: To: Gallery Employees From: Charlotte...post is very much open for knockers No, not you, Temari . Artists, feel free to completely hand-wave your pick-up, too, if you prefer. I'll be posting pick-up posts all this week and some of next ]]
The amount of flowers set up at the church could have filled a small warehouse. Their fragrance was practically dizzying and yet he stood at the end of the aisle in front of all their friends. He looked... perfectmissyork . All of Fandom magically got invitations so they could attend at a moments notice because it's SOW and dan it it's possible that way. IC/OCD reaction threads coming up]
There was still the usual Sunday tea available to visitors to the gallery today but Charlotte, as she often did in times of slight unrest, had thrown herself into her work and was spending most of her...conclusion and picking up their pieces and thanking them so much for all their brilliant contributions. And wondering what the hell to do about that Anonymous piece. The York Gallery is open
"Well this certain looks good," Dale said holding open the door for Charlotte. "And a new place to eat on the island to boot. I predict a fabulous meal." [Dale is here for perfectmissyork though the post is open for anyone else who wishes to use it.]
The past few weeks of work were finally coming to a head, and Charlotte was both nervous and excited and getting herself worked up into a frenzy with making sure everything was perfect. She couldn't help...an eye out for the artists of certain pieces, since she was very eager to potentially meet them. The Community Showcase Exhibit was open! [[ or will be, once I get the very extensive OCD up! ]]
