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 Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:56 pm
As Ivie evaluated his vast collection of umbrellas, Nye put each denied one away and back into storage. He didn't even want to talk about the accumulation of these umbrellas, but each one had an Antionette-related story behind it.
He was proud of his collection!
Once Nye was down to just the green one, he handed it to Ivie and took the black one for himself. His peacoat and scarf went on, as well as shoes, and once they were ready, he held the door open for Ivie. "After you, my lady. Lizzie, stay. We'll be back for you later, yes we will! Are you a good dog? Good dog? Yes, yes you are! We'll be back for you later!" Apparently, Nye babied his dog just as much as Ivie did.
So much for dignified lady-killer.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:05 pm
Lizzie sat and stayed as commanded, quite content having been babied and coddled all morning by both two-leggeds. Ivie could just imagine the pooch thinking 'Stupid creatures, but useful' about them both, cynical thoughts behind that puppy grin and wagging tail.
Nah. She was too cute to be thinking anything like that, if she was really thinking at all. Hooking the umbrella over the crook of her arm - this wasn't one of those fold-up affairs that fit in your bag - Ivie swung her handbag over the other. She was about to walk out as suggested when she stopped short, apparently remembering.
"Sorry! Give me one second!" Dumping the umbrella on the couch, the red-head scurried into the bathroom with her handbag. It took two or three minutes but when she emerged the bruise on her cheek was almost invisible, covered up quickly but efficiently. To Ivie, the makeup made her face feel uncomfortably heavy, but it was better than having people stare "Alright, lets go."
Not really giving time for Nye to ask his questions, she brushed out the door and into the corridor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:13 pm
As Nye shut the door behind them both, he could do little but sigh.
As they made their way down the stairs, Nye confirmed the route to the museum out loud. Pushing the door to his apartment complex open was tricky, seeing as he had to open his umbrella and wait for Ivie at the same time. After much fumbling, the pair walked out into the rain, keeping up a strenuous pace as the droplets pounded on their umbrellas.
While Nye was making small talk, he often missed a turn and would have to backtrack until they got to the bus stop -- just as the bus was pulling in. So was his luck, after all. Climbing into the stuffy vehicle was no pleasant task, especially with the super humid weather, but he grinned and bore it. Mainly watching the droplets run down the windows of the bus created a comfortably silent atmosphere on the bus, and then it all went back to confirming directions and dodging rude drivers going through puddles while walknig the last distance to the museum.
The building was made to look old, though blatantly newly constructed, with Roman-style collumns and a big ol' 'OPENING WEEK' sign hanging in front of it, listing all sorts of discounts for frugal eyes. Once under the safety of the museum, Nye folded his umbrella and held the door open for Ivie to walk in. He wasn't even inside the building, but he could feel the drastic temperature change inside.
The 20-minute trip was definitely worth it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:20 pm
Ivie let Nye lead. This wasn't her neighbourhood or even remotely close to her home so she really wasn't much help as far as directions were concerned. She did, however, have a good old chukle every time Nye went the wrong way. You'd think he'd remember the way to the bus stops, or would have at least looked it up! Then again, she hadn't either, so she couldn't say anything.
The busses had been uncomfortably warm, and there had been a few occasions where Ivie had felt herself dozing in the heat, her head narrowly avoiding flopping onto Nye's shoulder. She shouldn't be tired, she slept enough! Still, the wet did that to a person, just watching the rain fall...
It was a relief to get there. The cold wind on the walk up to the museum woke Ivie up and once she'd brushed inside, past Nye, the girl shrugged off her jacket and held out an arm for Nye's. "It's too warm in here for those, I'll put them in the coat-room?" The 'coat room' simply being a service that held your coats. Handy, that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:32 pm
Nye saw this as a brilliant opportunity to pay for something. Oh-ho!
"Sure," he said with a nod once he walked past the doors. Stripping out of his coat and scarf, he handed them neatly to Ivie. Obviously, the museum liked to keep their facilities room-temperature. No one liked paintings to melt off the canvas, right?
"I'll go get the maps and the whatnots." Without waiting for a reply (did he ever?), Nye trapsed off towards the admissions booth. He felt so clever.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:41 pm
Oblivious to Nye's evil plan, Ivie trotted over to the coat-room and checked both their jackets in, paying the small fee they charged upfront. She could be sneaky too! She was handing over the scarves when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nye queing for tickets. A small frown marred her forehead as she picked up her handbag, slinging it over one arm. Oh no you don't...
She slipped up behind her, pulling exact change out of her purse and pushing in next to him. A beaming smile was sent to the cachier. "That's for one of the tickets, thank you."
Now Ivie really was broke. She'd have to pay with her card at the diner afterwards, but there was no time to think about that right now. She took her ticket and, with an ultra-sweet smile at Nye, let the other attendant rip it in half and admit them to the museum. They passed through the large, double- doors, only for Ivie to stop dead at the large statue looming in front of them
"What...is that?" She asked in befuddlement, eyeing it's distorted limbs and what appeared to be wings.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:58 pm
Nye pouted, his plans were foiled... VONCE AGAIN! Damnation. One of those days...
Putting his frustration behind him, Nye entered the museum as well. The lobby in all its grandeur featured the contorted statue Ivie was mumbling at, as well as replicas of several paintings Nye even managed to recognize. He did a sweep of the room, absorbing its... artsiness, before turning to the stat-- ********? "I might have to stand on my hands... maybe it was put on the podium upside down? Is it... maybe it's a giraffe doing a handstand," he concluded carefully.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:05 pm
Much of the museum went like that. Oh yes they had some of the classics which both of them could enjoy - Ivie was highly amused by 'The Thinker - punk' which involved the classic pose sporting a mohawk - yet some of the stuff here was just weird. It was after two hours of looking that Ivie found herself staring at a pile of squashed cans, utterly perplexed.
"I think we've entered the weirdo section, Nye." She said, half tempted to post at the piece with her foot. "I cannot see anything artistic in this pile of junk. Time to move on, you think?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:08 pm
"No, nono! Wait! I think I see it!" Nye's arms flew up dramatically as he tried to make a painting with his hands. There was one thing he definitely would never try being - an artist. "I think it shows that our waste can be recycled into slave-made Egyptian pyramids! Don't you see the liberating opportunities this artwork brings?"
Honestly, he did sound a bit like the ever-energetic Jean-Pierre when he wanted to. The dramatic antics, the ... "poetic" tone, and of course, the sarcasm, all sort of fit together.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:18 pm
Ivie had to laugh. The little pyramid things were only as high as her knee - the artist probably would have made it larger if he could have found more cans - and the urge to kick it over was strong. Still, with Nye's babbling, she could just imagine tiny little slaves piling the things up...it almost made the image cute. "We'd need a few more cans to make something that big, I reckon."
Still, with the amount of waste they all produced..."Do you think it was Wall-E inspired?" She asked with a giggle. She'd loved that movie.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:11 pm
Nye put his hands to his chin in thought, examining the pile o' junk very critically. "I do sense some Walt Disney in there. I think this sculpture is the Prince Charming to my Cinderella, Ivie. I think I found my soulmate."
Always with the dramatic antics, Nye.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 3:26 am
Snickering, Ivie crossed her arms and looked at one of the paintings on the wall. She didn't understand this either: A blank white canvas with a red dot in the corner. Japan sliding down? Who knew.
"Nye, you're scaring the other patrons." She said lightly. He wasn't, but it was fun to pull on his leg. Ivie's stomach let out a rather rumbly growl, and her eyes widened as she placed a hand over her belly. Gods, she hoped no-one had heard that
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:11 pm
Nye had heard her stomach rather clearly, but he wasn't about to make a big deal of it. Law of the gentleman, and all.
That, and his stomach was starting to tell him to get food, too.
With another dramatic gesture, Nye whipped an imaginary scarf 'round his neck and turned on his heels, beginning to make his way back towards the lobby of the spacious museum. "It's not my problem they can't appreciate a true artist at work!" Theatrical one, at that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:18 pm
A quick glance around told Ivie that yes, most of the patrons were perplexed by Nye's antics. Some of the elder ones - those who disliked this new fangled junk calling itself art - were having a quiet snicker in the corner though and that made the red-head smile. Well, someone appreciated it.
"Hey, wait up!" She'd only just noticed that her 'escort' had fled the scene without her. Jogging to catch up, slowing down every time a security guard glared in her direction, Ivie followed Nye to the exit. "Don't forget our coats." She reminded him, walking over to the cloak-room.
She'd paid half the fee before they went in - as was protocal - and slipped the clerk the other half before Nye caught up. Two could play at this game...though she really did need to go to an ATM now.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:34 pm
Lots of people appreciated Nye. He was Nye, dangit. Everyone appreciated him! Well, he liked to think so, anyways.
As Nye approached the cloak-room to grab his coat from the happily paid clerk, he couldn't help but suspect that Ivie was pulling his own tricks on him. Honestly, he had never met a woman that stubborn to accept money. Most of them were glad to not have to spend the extra cash! Some... wanted him to spend more than he had. The level of relevancy varies.
He thanked the clerk as he toggled up her peacoat and wrapped his scarf about his neck securely, and for real this time. Sneakily, his eyes wandered over to the price chart for a hanger rental. Three dollars really wasn't that much, but Ivie had spent $1.50 more than she was really supposed to.
(Nye'd have liked her to not spend anything on their third consecutive trip, but he was beginning to learn that getting her to even let him pay one cent more would be difficult).
"Okay," he said executively. "Your choice between the ramen place, Chinese place, Indian, Mexican, Russian, or Vietnamese."
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