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1.[For whatever reason, you've spied Jen getting a phone call.]
Hm? Oh...That fast, huh. [She sighs.] No, I...I'm kind of glad I missed it. Being around him was just...sad, you know. When's the wake?
...Alright, I'll see you then. I'll bring a friend, I think you should meet her.
[Jen hangs up.]
Okay, so...my father finally passed away last night. So I'll be away for a couple days while we get everything sorted out and wrapped up. We got a bunch of free tickets to this exhibit of his art, if you want to check that out. The service is gonna be private.
And...yeah. So that's about it.
2.[At the museum-general mingle/meet jen's family]
The art of Johnathan Douglas is the product of 10 years of intense, furious work. An electrical engineer with no previous interest in art spent almost every waking moment drawing increasingly detailed paintings and sketches. They're all very abstract, and of a similar form; a simple pattern iterates, again and again, growing in complexity before the whole thing becomes a chaotic mess. The centerpiece of the exhibit is a piece done on blacked-out index cards, with colored lines drawn on top of them. It extends some 3m in height and is twice as long, with a single blue line eventually splitting off into a massive wave crashing against the far end. There are no curves in the entire work, only millions of successive right angles.
Jen, along with the rest of her family, arrive after the service. Outside, it starts to rain.
Alright, so we've seen your knight in shining armor, which one's the Robo-cowboy? Oh, or is 'that insufferable asshole' here?
Oh, I've not heard that one.
Really? Tell me she told you about the robot T-Rex, that is also a poet.
[Jen grits her teeth.]
...No, Lee's not here...And Grimlock is one of the brightest minds of our generation, okay!
Yeah, and the part where he let you ride him doesn't have anything to do with that.
Celine, I will end you.
[For all the bickering, it's the first time in the day they're all smiling.]
Hm? Oh...That fast, huh. [She sighs.] No, I...I'm kind of glad I missed it. Being around him was just...sad, you know. When's the wake?
...Alright, I'll see you then. I'll bring a friend, I think you should meet her.
[Jen hangs up.]
Okay, so...my father finally passed away last night. So I'll be away for a couple days while we get everything sorted out and wrapped up. We got a bunch of free tickets to this exhibit of his art, if you want to check that out. The service is gonna be private.
And...yeah. So that's about it.
2.[At the museum-general mingle/meet jen's family]
The art of Johnathan Douglas is the product of 10 years of intense, furious work. An electrical engineer with no previous interest in art spent almost every waking moment drawing increasingly detailed paintings and sketches. They're all very abstract, and of a similar form; a simple pattern iterates, again and again, growing in complexity before the whole thing becomes a chaotic mess. The centerpiece of the exhibit is a piece done on blacked-out index cards, with colored lines drawn on top of them. It extends some 3m in height and is twice as long, with a single blue line eventually splitting off into a massive wave crashing against the far end. There are no curves in the entire work, only millions of successive right angles.
Jen, along with the rest of her family, arrive after the service. Outside, it starts to rain.
Alright, so we've seen your knight in shining armor, which one's the Robo-cowboy? Oh, or is 'that insufferable asshole' here?
Oh, I've not heard that one.
Really? Tell me she told you about the robot T-Rex, that is also a poet.
[Jen grits her teeth.]
...No, Lee's not here...And Grimlock is one of the brightest minds of our generation, okay!
Yeah, and the part where he let you ride him doesn't have anything to do with that.
Celine, I will end you.
[For all the bickering, it's the first time in the day they're all smiling.]
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After a moment of silence, she speaks up. "What was it like?" She asks. "Growing up with your dad?"
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And...I dunno, normal I guess? He played with us as kids, taught us boxing, frowned on my romantic life, that sort of stuff...Pretty happy, sucky teenage years, then sort of drifted off to make my own life after school.
We weren't really talking all that much before he got sick, but...it's not like we fought. Much.
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He...Well, it's like-He never really got into art until he got sick. Something to do with his disease, as the parts of his brain that let him speak and remember rotted away, he became more and more obsessed with drawing patterns.
For some reason that became really popular. They're all pretty abstract, I guess people liked that.
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"I'm sorry," she says at last. "Not for the death, but for the dying...if that makes any sense."
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...No, I can't say that it does...
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[The knight in question looks nervous. No armor this time either - the situation makes it vastly inappropriate, so Sielje settles on a simple black dress.]
I am honored to be able to meet you. I just wish the circumstances were less... dramatic.
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Jen, what convent did you kidnap her from?
Haha, great one Celine...
[The Douglas matriarch pays no attention to the sisters teasing each other.]
Well...That is the way of things. Death comes for us all, in the end...
...Though, meeting you, I'm sure Johnathan would have liked you too.
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[Sielje is as shocked at the accusation of being kidnapped as puzzled on the meaning of the word. She attempts smalltalk.]
This is truly a dangerous world we live in...
[Attempt failed.]
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-Oh, right. This must be that 'different cultural frame of reference' thing. Don't worry so much, I just mean that you're a lot nicer than the usual people Jen shacks up with.
How did you two meet, anyways? I heard Jen's version, but...
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... But to be fair, neither of us knew each other's identity yet. On our first meeting...
She told me to read books. [Among other things, but let's focus on that now.]