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Posted: Tue May 23, 2017 10:23 pm
Post [R] A short introduction (Jada/Quenton)Elliot had been kind enough, or willing enough for need of money, to take a night’s extra hours in order to assure that someone was attending to the necessary business of the CatFé while Quenton took to the more personal business of meeting an artistic client. The cat-room had two occupants and one cancellation, so there were a good 4 cats that could provide attention if allotted a single cat to a single person attending the felines. Given the occasion,he stuck to label jeans given a year previous by Stroud and so not riddled with holes, and a clean, crisp, fitted white button down with french cuffs and pocket-watch cuff links he’d cast himself. There were also the mouse-skull ones on hand he’d made for Alois once, but taxidermy-based jewelry tended to be more of a niche market and best left to photographs. Bones troubled people, and his hand jewelry tended to already be more than most could bear. He sat casually, leather folio and a selection of unmarked, black enameled boxes on a clean-lined side table brought downstairs for the purpose. A spiced tea sat steaming to hand, while Quenton patiently felted Faust-fur cat’s paw keychains for the CatFé fans and patrons. No doubt she'd be their soon, or even fashionably late, given the inclusion of small persons and the challenges inevitable in getting them into cars and to other locations with any efficiency of time.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 2:26 pm
Giulia, it seemed, would be easier to wrangle than Aidan, quite possibly for the first time ever. When the girl had found out about today's little adventure, the shriek of KITTIES had been so audible that Jada half-expected they could hear it in New York. It shouldn't have surprised her that the little girl would know all about what a Catfe was- while she was not exactly internet-savvy, having almost no access to the internet, the little girl had a knack for knowing someone who knew something about whatever. So they weren't too late when Jada was helping to tug the blondes from their booster seats, Giulia having worn her very best 'cat-cuddling-soft-sweater' and clean jeans, and Aidan muttering to Jada that puppies were better when his other sister wasn't listening. In defiance of the fact they were going to a catfe, he had worn a shirt embroidered with puppies. Giulia was the one practically flinging the door open, golden curls vibrating with her excitement. Best Behavior, she had promised, so she didn't cry out for felines- instead she stared around with half-wild blue eyes, looking for her furry targets. She couldn't pick up the kitties unless they came to her, but she could pet them, if she was good and careful, and Giulia would be the most careful, so careful like SO careful. Aidan stuffed his face in Jada's shirt instead of looking for kitties. Spinning on one thin heel to make sure the door didn't slam behind them and reaching behind her to grab Giulia's hand at the same time, Jada glanced around the business as she straightened herself back up, not quite sure where they were supposed to proceed from here. "Remember Giulia, Mr. Marinus is going to decide if you get to play with the kitties. So be good." "I'm always good," Giulia said sweetly. Jada bit her tongue. A review of the interior had her leaning towards the tall, skinny Marin-esque blonde at the small table as the Quenton she sought, but she was uncertain as to the proper protocol at the moment. Eh.Tugging her sister behind, Jada stepped in the direction of the blonde, flashing her brightest model-to-camera smile briefly. "Hi, I'm Jada Chamberlyn. Do you happen to be Quenton Marinus?" "Is that actual fur?" Giulia piped up, chirping, and Aidan shifted his face off her shoulder to see what was happening. Ivynian If I got any of the setup wrong, let me know. I tried to be vague smile
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:02 pm
“I am so called. “ Quenton set the felting aside carefully, standing from his seat in proper observance of mannerly protocols to offer out a hand to Chamberlyn in introductions. “It is fur. “ The woman was not what he'd expected, but on reflection he hadn't formed any definite image anyway. So anything at all would naturally be a surprise. She was certainly small, compared to what he was used to when dealing with his cousin. More normal, really, and closer to the expectations of cultural femininity- petite, long haired, large-eyed and showing a manicured figure. The two small persons, seeming to be the usual packaging of energy, color and inquisitiveness. Standing felt like looming over the three of them. “From brushing the cats. Some of them are with us for a while, and gain fans of the regulars and those who follow our social media. You both are? “ He preferred to treat even children as rational beings, whether they proved themselves capable of it or not. Set the bar high, to the moon, and even if they failed to meet it there was the chance they’d at least land in the stars. A chance. Elliot helpfully and unobtrusively brought over three menus to put on the small table in case they were wanted or needed, before returning wordlessly to the barista stand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 4:07 pm
Jada reached out to accept the large hand, giving it a confident, quick shake. She did feel quite small, actually, but that was something she had almost expected given her meeting with the other Marinus. SHe was certainly formal, like her, and it was... hmm. interesting, she would say for now. Giulia was bothered little with first impressions, little rosebud mouth dropping open in awe. "I'm a fan of kitties," she told him, blue eyes wide with sincerity. "I love kitties. All the kitties. Do you know kitties were worshiped as gods? Probably cause of lions and maybe aliens, if you watch TV, but kitties are awesome. Castor catches lizards when they get in my room. And then he eats them." Holding out her hand to the tall man, Giulia said (very politely) "I'm Giulia Montgomery. Can you show me the kitty fur thingies and then may I go play with the kitties?" Aidan peered at him from his perch on Jada's curvy hip, legs kicking out. "I'm Aidan. I like puppies." Letting the boy slide off her hip, Jada shooed both children over to seats and menus. "Thank you again for agreeing to meet me. I'm sorry again about the cheesecloth between my ears in regards to our scheduling call."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 11:12 pm
"Puppies are wonderful. As are birds, ferrets, gerbils, fish and all manner of animal companions. I'm afraid we only have cats here. You can stay out here if you do not like them." "Sacred Tigress Dawon who carries Durga, Ix Chel the jaguar goddess, Cit Chac Coh the puma, Tepeyollotl the Mountain heart, and Barong Ket the king of spirits to the Balinese are all good additions of feline deities to the usually cited Egyptian Pantheon on cable programs." One of his committee specialized in South American Archaeology, and the gains being made there in Mayan diaspora were a frequent ear-worm from the woman. At the least it meant he could pronounce the names of the gods as well as one with no formal learning in the languages could hope to mangle out. His attention split again, briefly, to Ms. Chamberlyn, "Trouble it not, and I shall do likewise." And returned to Guilia and Aidan, given that professional meetings were usually easier without small children bored and huffing in immediate proximity. "There are rules to the cat room, which you must give a promise to follow if you wish to go in: One- Don’t pick up the cats. Two - Don't feed the cats. Three - Don't pull the cats onto your lap. If they naturally, of their own free will, wish to climb onto your lap then it is fine. Four - If a cat has climbed to your shoulders, head, or is otherwise where a place that is not comfortable to you, let lift your left hand and gently wave at Elliot and he will come remove them. Five - Cats don’t like loud noises, so please keep voices soft while in the cat room. Six - Photography is fine, if you have a cellphone with a camera. Please tag the Catfe if you upload your content. However, photography with bright flashes will disturb the cats, so please refrain from using flash. If you can promise to follow these rules, you may go in to the catroom. Elliot will be supervising. If any are broken, you will be asked to return to out here in the cafe section with no second chances. " "Can you make the cats the promise to follow the rules?" It was better to make the promise to the cats themselves, rather than himself. It was the cats that children valued, not some random stranger. And it was the cats that suffered when the rules were broken.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 10:45 am
There were more kitty gods and Giulia's face lit up. She knew some he hadn't said! That made her smart, right? Should she say something, or was that rude? She didn't want him to think she was rude, then she might not get to see the kitties. That was the whole reason she was here! Her little face twisted, several things warring clearly at once. For his part, the little boy considered the tall, imposing man silently for a moment, arms tight around his older sister, before they loosened, and he allowed her to slide him down. "I will see the kitties," he decided gravely, "just to make sure Giulia follows the rules." "Hey!" the other child protested, "I am good, I promise." but Mr. Pretty was not, at the moment, paying heed to Giulia, and she huffed impatiently. She was clearly the cuter one here! "I didn't know you could sight gods on TV," Giulia said after she had his attention again, "I thought they were all dead or hiding." But there were rules, and she nodded along with all of them. "Can I kiss the kitties?" no picking them up, but no rule against wooing them to come and snuggle. No feeding, which wouldn't be hard. Human food was poison!! Sometimes. "How waving is gentle waving? Like on the princess diaries, the queenly wave? Or like-" her arm lifted, flailing slowly above her head. "Do the cats not like being touched anyplace? Castor doesn't like having his neck rubbed. Do they like bellies, or no toebean touches?" Aidan was over asking the important questions. "Do the kitties live here all the time or can we take them home if they are really sweet?" "We are getting a puppy, not another kitty." "We have room for both." "We can discuss that later." Jada interrupted the burgeoning argument. "First you have to meet the kitties. Any more questions before you make your promises?" The twins glanced at each other, then their promises to the rules the man had this far set out chorused.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2017 4:59 am
"You can kiss them. If they are allowing you to pet them, they are likely to allow you to kiss them. Queenly wave works best, since it is less sudden movement immediate movement that might cause a cat to startle. Startled cats often extend their claws for balance and traction, and that could hurt. We prefer neither customers nor cats to be injured. " "As for their preferences, each cat is different, much like people. Some don't like their feet touched, others are fine with it. If they pull away, or put a paw on your hand pushing, they don't like it. You can learn their expressions, just like human ones. They're very expressive little personalities. Castor is...your cat at home?" Castor...they both mention it. What an ominous name for a pet. It should be innocuous enough, and so many go through a Classical Mythology phase. Or Astronomy or astrology phases where space and stars are collected and pasted in posters and trapper-keepers. It may be nothing more. The names of space grow heavy in the heart with the weight of a war unseen, unknown, unsupported. Even in the mouths of the young. It was not always so. So suspicious and jaded, one becomes. "The cafe works with the local shelters, so that cats which are fitting in temperament and personality are placed here for 8 months, living here full time, in hopes that they will more quickly find forever home than at the shelter. " Bless the woman for stopping the argument before it could really get going. Children. How or why she had two already was it's own invasive line of questioning, and better left alone. He gave a look and nod to Elliot, who came over to escort into the cat room and leave business inquiries to business peace. Conversationally this would be the place where most would make some deriding remark about children in general, or would compliment her on her handling of them, as if anyone else had some sort of authority to deign compliments down on any other for their children. Quenton chose neither, but motioned to the other seat of the cafe table. "Please feel free. I have a portfolio of pictures you can peruse, as well as physical pieces you can look at in hand. Or we can start with a description of what you're looking for, if you would rather? "
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 7:24 pm
The blonde girl considered the man's words, brow furrowing in consideration. Smoochin' was okay, which was good. Queen waves was good. Stardlin was bad. Claws caused tackshin, and that was hurt. "I don't like hurt," she told him in agreement, "I'll Queen wave if the kitties be bad." Not that Giulia could ever imagine a kitty being bad. Kitties were so good, and so fluffybutt, and their toe beans were the best! On the other hand, Aidan was listening with interest to what the kitties might like and what they might not. Someone had to be paying attention and not daydreaming about toe beans! He was nodding along to the words, making mental notes, and the question gave him a pause, before he nodded. "Yeah. He is Jada's kitty." there was more he might have said, but uncertainty gave him pause, and he ducked his head shyly. The twins both followed the staff member off with eager excitement, Giulia trying to slip her hand into the man's happily, already gearing up her questions. Jada practically sagged against her chair for a moment before catching herself, instead leaning in towards the artist she had come to see. "I'll start with the portfolio and the physical pieces. As far as jewelry goes, I am not looking for anything in particular; the sculpture would be part restoration, part replacement. There are some pieces I've never liked and plan to have removed, and other pieces have to be removed and replaced because of some modifications I intend to do to my home." She squeezed her shoulder blades back, feeling the stretch in in her spine as she relaxed in the seat. "I did bring a few pictures of my own of the items that might need repair. Not all glamorous, but perhaps you may know someone for some of the less challenging or enjoyable pieces, if you've no interest in handling them yourself." Jada tugged her purse closer, flipping the flap and sliding out a thin envelope with less than a dozen rough images inside. Jada was no photographer; she did well enough to make sure that Mr. Marinus would be able to make out the basics of the stone carvings, at least.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2017 7:51 pm
’He is Jada's kitty’ They do not call her ‘Mother’. Perhaps she isn’t, to them. Or not by direct blood. Or not allowed for preservation of the vanity of youth...necessity... Reasons could run on and on. But the child called this woman by her first name, and no title. While the children vanished, and Chamberlyn elaborated, he selected and opened the black boxes to set on the main table for her perusal to see the differences of polishing, engraving, faceting, and then setting, beading, cloisonné, wrapping, casting, metal smithing, glass working, and other jewelers arts he’d set himself to among the pieces he still hadn’t found into appropriate homes. Each piece was it’s own thing, it’s own story and life that had always seemed to want to go to specific people that occasionally passed through life. The leather folio provided the rest, as well as the examples of figurative sculptures he’d one for private gardens, banisters of marble, the custom cast counters, tables and chairs for Alexandre’s tea shop, and other projects of the cosplay variety during his undergraduate studies. He took the time to likewise consider the bag and brand for a moment before moving on to the photos Jada laid out. It was a kindness and a welcome preparedness that she'd brought them to scale the breadth of the repairs she’d be looking to fill. Restoration could be tricky through the virtue of matching style and material, or through investing time, but they were also straight forward for demanding no design work- useful bread and butter pay and practice. In many cases, it was more Stroud's line of work. The very source and beginning of my own training, really. It may be this is later pieces than Stroud's usual 19th century and earlier preferences. “What are your feelings about contractors and crews in your space? Larger scale remodel, removal, or installation can require more than one person. From time to time. I’ve had clients that required stringent work schedules, or limits on crew members; it is a question of logistics rather than worry about compatibility. “ “And are there other specialists, crews, or architects that will be in the space at the same time on other projects?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 4:32 pm
"May I touch?" It was her first question as she considered the boxes, more of manners than anything else; she assumed he would not have brought something that could not be handled, but didn't know what might be more delicate than it looked, or may have an emotional connection but still be a viable example. There was a piece with teeth that made her nose wrinkle and a small laugh- it made her think of Scholomance, who may or may not find it as amusing as she did. There were other pieces which caught her eye for other reasons- she might not wear something resembling teeth unless she was being well-paid, but there was a delicate ring reminiscent of bone, or coral, some lovely detail on the necklaces, and... was that spine?
She moved to the photos next, considering them. She hadn't even given thought to the gardens, yet, so to see the wide variety was pleasant. She leaned in, spreading them out and leaning over them, french-tipped nail clacking once against the table before she stilled her hand- nail drumming was as annoying to some as the sound was comforting to her.
"I don't mind people in the house. Your crews would be competing with a family of three, the nanny, the chef, a housekeeper, my gardener, and no one else, really. We have a residence in the town proper as well, so could vacate for a while if needed for your contractors to do their work. My great-great grandfather started building the house..." she paused, breathing out and chewing on her lip while she tried to remember. He'd died before it had completed and Victor had taken over... "1900? 1910? It has had some additions and changes with each lady of the house." Samira had liked big windows, Elisabeta had made each bedroom room into a full guest suite. Szelem... well. Her mother was responsible for half the gaudiness.
Though the house itself didn't help with the gaudiness. It was probably unnecessarily large, and not at all needed for a family of 3 that rarely hosted company. But Jada did hope to maybe start making some use of the ballroom- she'd been considering- well. "Most of the locations they would be working aren't near the family's quarters, in any case, and if we decide to make some changes in those rooms, there are others we could move to. As for other crews, I'm taking it a bit at a time. I'd rather be able to layer any changes to suit what was done before. An electrician or two, perhaps?"
She had intended only a few small repairs, but he certainly had a wide variety in his portfolio. "Your cousin did say you were a bit of a renaissance man." Or that he fancied himself such. The word renaissance had come up. "This is quite impressive, Quen- Mr. Marinus." her eyes, however, drifted inevitably back towards the jewelry, and her magpie weakness for beautiful things. "When you're looking to compose custom pieces for clients, how do you go about it?" she crossed her hands over the table, tilting her head and fixing her eyes on him, considering him. "Is there a process? Play 20 questions to get a sense of their style?" she tossed him a quick smile, eyes drifting back down to the one ring that made her think of coral.
Would he be able to reset Andromache's necklace, perhaps? Or would he ask too many questions about the unusual stones? Hmm.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 7:31 pm
“Yes, please. You can try things on as well, if you’re curious of weights, constructions or materials. They are, like any of my sculpture, all meant to be touched as much as seen. Meant to be worn to be enjoyed, not just sit in boxes, as much as they do until they find their owners.” ‘the nanny, the chef, a housekeeper, my gardener’ That is a goodly amount in this day and age. Not the wealthy town house of the 1800s with twenty servants, nor the country estate of forty, but a solid 4 constant staff with plenty of daily work to justify and require so many with full pay. And the ability to pay it. 1900 or 1910 for the start of the Estate on American soil? Was there one before? Stroud may already be looking into the family history, as much as it matters for we latter scions. Perhaps a fortune of mining engineering in the 1890s provided for sudden fortune and society during the heyday of the Titanic. Or Bootlegging to begin with? No, that is Prohibition and the 1920s, marking it too late. ‘Your cousin’ There was the confirmation of involvement. Always beautiful, execrable, Stroud. “Ah, yes. Her estimations ….are honest, and not tending towards nepotism. As an antiquarian and restoration specialist, Stroud has seen a great deal of the best and worst work in craftsmanship and art, especially regarding the longevity and structural repair of artefacts that have been degraded by time and use.“ “For custom pieces, where possible, I like to hear from the client in as much detail what they’re looking for. As many kinds of inspirations they can find like clothing, a painting, pieces of music that remind them of the piece they want. Then, I like to see their spaces- their private room and public room they spend their time in so that I can get a better sense of them as a person. What their regular style is, especially if what they are asking for is outside of their norm. It is good for the avant garde to meet individual style at least halfway, otherwise a piece is too broad about breaking all boundaries, instead of twining and enhancing with one individual. Finally, knowing what they want the piece for- a necklace that is meant to be worn once for a single gala dinner has a different use than a statement hairpiece that will be worn henceforth and be known to the person’s name and passed down as an heirloom. Communication is paramount. “ “Is there a process you prefer, yourself, in commissions you’ve had in the past?” It assumed that she’d done this before with some craftsman or other, whether standing for a painting, ordering french polishing of a grand table in a dining hall, or something. Possibly fashion pieces for herself or for the children.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 8:35 pm
Violet eyes slid to the pieces, the piece that appeared bone-white and opal striking her fancy in a way she couldn't quite explain. Was it because it so resembled coral? The tamed wildness of a simple loop, the stone tangled within? There were other pieces he presented that probably were more appropriate in one way another- ornate, or a decorative way to show wealth. Colorful, exotic, something to stand out and grab attention with greedy hands. The decoration that looked like teeth, perhaps, something to scandalize or draw out conversation. The earrings, decorated with what looked like spinal bone. Would the Jada of years gone by have paid more than a passing interest to the simple ring, when faced with these other pieces? When face with the rich red-and-black cuff? She might have shown more interest in the headdress, perhaps, thinking of it as part of a costume at some point, or in the almost-gauntlet as an oddity, or a gift for a friend. She slid her fingers over the vine-like silver hand decoration, trying to imagine wearing it, and could not. It looked almost as heavy in its own way as the collar-like necklaces; the ones that seemed like they could be heavy enough to feel like beautiful yokes, which her mother would have appreciated on her. No; perhaps that Jada would not have looked too long upon it, but she would have been missing out.
She considered the pieces as he spoke of his cousin, at last lifting the ring, tracing it with careful fingers. Stroud. At last, the elegant-seeming woman had a name beyond Marinus, personal identification past her family. "Honesty is a good thing to be known for in a career like that. I can't imagine being known for nepotism would do her any favors, nor you. These are lovely pieces, Mr. Marinus; I'm inclined to believe her assessment even without your assurance." her lips quirked, and she gave him a short, sunny smile.
"I've done few enough commissions that I have no real preferred process. My family and my career lean themselves towards other people choosing my wardrobe, and until recently my mother handled the home." the confession was easily made, a statement of fact with no shame behind it. Modeling didn't lend itself to her own self-expression- she was merely a canvas, to many of the people she worked with. A well-paid tool, used for expression without expressing itself. And Szelem... well, her mother had opinions and Jada's were of little value. Her choices were rack, or things bought from collections or local artists. She gave so many things away after only wearing them once, because she made little enough connection to her wardrobe.
It was strange, being at a place in her life where she was stretching her legs- she'd tried declaring her freedom at many points over the years, but always lost it again. Too ingrained to submission, or too busy to bother? She couldn't say.
But looking at the white ring and the way it twisted like a thing alive, there was something taking shape in her mind that might work quite nicely. If, of course, she could find the right materials for his use. If he could even work with the scraps that were available... she pursed her lips, straightened her spine.
I like contradictions in my art. Melancholy, and dubiously happy endings. I like simple jewelry, and bright colors, and shimmer. Blue jeans and sky-high heels, to go with her pearls. "I'm an open book. You can start with the house, if you wish, and get to know me as it goes along."
Perhaps by the time it's over and you might be working on a commission for more than decor, you'll understand me better than I do myself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:29 pm
At her apparently age, an ‘until recently’ for a parent is either estrangement or sudden death. In a city like this, the latter is more likely, with the Negaverse harvests. Though six-hundred thousand a year from cancer alone isn’t to be mocked. How recent could recent be….grim conversation that, and not likely welcome. And not necessary here. Other than a node of information. Others in a job. Others in a Mother. He tried to tone his voice warmer than his face ever got, “Books open may be guarded by their glyphs indecipherable. “ ‘You can start with the house’“You find pleasure enough in the examples, then? There’s no upfront cost to the patron, yourself, until the actual design-sketch stage, other than time. Typically, for custom work, ⅓ of the price is due upon choosing a sketch that we work out together. That allows for the acquisition of materials in the case of casting or fabrication. Following that, if we can arrange a comfortable time for me to see your personal effects...ones that you feel are you and will relate to the to piece to be designed, rather than things chosen for you—unless that is also important. I could see how it could play a part, as all parts of our lives inform who we are, even if those chapters are closed. What piece or pieces, since there is breadth of possibilities, were you interested in pursuing first?” He turned to opening the envelope she’d brought to bring to light the objects needing repair, as opposed to those needing designed. “How much, if any, restoration or repair work has been completed to these pieces in the past, if you know or it is documented in expenses anywhere? And for each, there is the question of Restoration, Repair, Stabilization, and/or Recreation? “
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2017 10:11 pm
Dark head dipped to her table companion in acknowledgement; people could be hard to read, especially the ones who didn't always know their own mind. Like, for example, the ones who were still forming their own opinions about the world around them. Like Jada herself, sometimes- or the vibrant seven-year-olds that she lived with. It was both sad and funny, and she kept her head down to hide the small smile, pressing it far from her lips before lifting it back up.
"The pieces are lovely." Jada's voice was firm, and she reached out her hand, settling the ring back down gently, slim fingers trailing over it one final time. "I think that you'll do a lovely job with the restoration, should you choose to continue once you can actually get your hands on the pieces. As for the commission, I know the materials, though it may take me some time to obtain them for you." painted lips pursed, considering, violet eyes distant. It would take some time to try and scavenge them from her homeworld, and select items that didn't look too... "They're a bit alien." she couldn't stop the small quirk of humor this time.
Spine straightening, she added, "As for my effects, I'll see what I can do towards finding relevant items." he was pulling at the envelope for repairs now, which was far easier for her to think on for the moment. "Regular cleaning, but there have been few damages. At least I am aware of." she had found a few financial items regarding them; a replacement for a nose that chipped off, a decapitation in her mother's youth. "Most of it will be Restoration, I believe. There are only one or two that may have old damages that would be better served to just be recreated. Some of the carvings that are actually built in may need stabilization."
She stretched out her legs under the table, pointing her toes and flexing them in her shoes. "I'd had someone say I should have a General Contractor look it all over first, but I thought I might wait for someone who specialized in them. Google only does so much for purposes of education."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2017 10:08 am
"True enough. Google does not allow much in the finer differences of mix or make for plaster or ceramic recipes, or modern materials science, ultra-violet illumination, and microscopy when it comes to maintenance, replication of missing pieces, or stabilization that won't damage the piece. If there's marble, I'm familiar with the techniques already - cleaning with aqueous solutions, white vinyl erasers and low pressure steam." "I don't personally own the tech for the Fourier transform infrared spectroscopy, or X-ray fluorescence spectroscopy and the like...the Destiny City Museum does, and I've studied with the Objects Conservator specifically at the University during Conservation Conversations seminars. I can arrange with him open times if anything requires that sort of precision. " "How long do you estimate, and it doesn't have to be exact, just ball park, getting the materials for the piece? And..." Since so much seemed pretty much in the works and communicated, "When would you be open for scheduling a first visit to the estate to see the pieces and tour the feel of the place?"
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