#ch: toulouse bonfamille

[veevacious-a]

Vee was super excited to be Stage Manager. To be trusted while still being new to town! That was exciting! Only, Vee wanted others to know that they could trust them to do a good job, and that was only going to be achieved by doing a good job.

Part of that job was to make sure everyone had what they needed and that Vee documented everything according to standards.

But Vee was sort of dreading talking to Toulouse.

Why? Well, Mirabel said he was particular. Now, that didn't deter Vee at the time, Vee knew that they (Vee) were a newcomer and that someone like Toulouse probably had systems that they didn't want messed up.

Still, it was intimidating to Vee. Not just as a stage manager, but as an artist. Once Vee got to know a little more about Toulouse's presence, Vee felt a need to impress them.

So there they were, straddling the line between trying to be professional and respectful and wanting to ask Toulouse a million questions about art.

Vee was an art student, after all.

"So!" Vee says, during a lull in the action, "hi! I know we met quickly at first rehearsal, but I'm Vala Carrero-Noceda, and I'm the Uni Stage Manager for the University Production. But you can call me Vee. It's nice to meet you!"

@lou-bonfightme

Set Check || Toulouse & Vee

[dr-drckken]

Arts & Sciences || Lokken

@lou-bonfightme

Recently there had been a discussion on one of the message boards he was apart of about art. People had been sharing their collections, mostly stolen, but it had got him thinking! He did not have an art collection. He was a scientist, what use did he have for things hanging on the wall taking up space that could be better filled with hooks for equipment?

He figured when he ruled the world all of its art would be his, but why not start now? After all, it had been a dream of his to have one of those fancy portraits that royalty had in the movies. It could act as his poster for when he did succeed! And, unfortunately, he couldn't just steal one of those. He had to find someone to do it for him.

Which was how he found this local artist and why he was sitting in their studio. Out in the woods. Above a garage. Almost like a lair! Wonderful.

"So!" he grinned, clapping his hands and rubbing them together briefly. "How does this work?"

[bdrpmemes]

Toulouse: A turtle is never truly free until it breaks from its shell.

Daisy: Wouldn’t that kill it?

Toulouse: Exactly.

[davidhatter]

Taste Test || Bonter

@lou-bonfightme​

Show casing art in the tea shoppe had been another touch of the community embedded into a place that was already a mosaic. He didn’t consider himself a connoisseur or anything close to the word, he just knew what he liked and what he didn’t. 

The group of paintings he had laid out was not the greatest bunch. But that had been the point when he was picking them out. Most of them he knew were pretty bad, muddy, or depicted things that were just disturbing. Not in a graphic way, but in the way that only art could make your stomach ball up. 

Usually he relied on the staff to handle the customers, since he had done his time dealing with them, but today he stayed up front. Waiting on someone. And when he saw that someone from the window crossing the street, he quickly took position: hand on his chin, pensive expression on his face, and standing in front of the back wall by the ‘pick up’ counter’ with all the paintings lined up. 

He turned when someone had moved down toward him and feigned surprise, eyebrows lifting. “Bonfamille, you’re an artist, aren’t you?” 

[dr-drckken]

@lou-bonfightme

Drakken's body went lax, feet splaying out in front of him and arms dangling off the sides of the chair, head tilting back. Yes! Finally! He was free!

He pushed himself up to his feet and sighed with joy and relief. Until he heard the news. "A month! Nygh!"

Whatever. He had waited this long, and had just had to sit through torture. He was getting this painting if it killed him!

Well, maybe if it killed the artist, not Drakken himself.

"Fine," he said, walking over to the exit. "I'll be back for it. Beginning of the month!"

Pft. Artists. Finicky things, weren't they?

Blue Period || [Loukken]

[bdrpmemes]

Lou: Hey beautiful. [to bartender] Can I get two rum and cokes?

Daisy: Aw, you didn't have to buy me a drink-

Lou: [knocks back both at the same time]

Daisy: [getting up to leave] oh my g o d-

[bdrpmemes]

@duchesslablanc   @lou-bonfightme

[dr-drckken]

@lou-bonfightme

Self-sufficient! That was nice!

All the other stuff...eh, not so nice. He'd already forgotten the first time. High...what? No temperature changes?? Or light? But he had wanted to put this up in his lab! Stuff was changing in there all the time due to the various experiments he did.

"So then....say I wanted to put this somewhere that's never quite stable as far as the environment went," he ventured to ask. "What would happen to it?"

Commission Complete || Loukken

[bdrpmemes]

Roscoe: *punches Lou*

Lou: *presses charges*

Roscoe and Rita:

[bdrpmemes]

Lou: You are useless at hospitals. I remember one time you cried and cried and cried. It was awful.

Marie: You're referring to my birth.

[bdrpmemes]

Toulouse is a really nice person underneath the part of him that hates everyone.

Lottie, probably

[dr-drckken]

@lou-bonfightme

Yes, he was.

"No. I'm not," he said. "I was just trying to talk to you."

Drakken let out a sharp breath through his nose, shaking his head at the artist. You know, he thought they had been getting a long at one point! At the end there, when he and the twins had carted off the painting and they'd parted ways. It hadn't been entirely unpleasant. Not like right now, when the guy was acting like he was the best thing to walk around since the invention of the wheel.

"You know, you're mean. It's no wonder people say what they do about you. Sorry for stopping you, I can see now that was a mistake," he said. And this was all a bunch of lies because Drakken had no idea if people talked about the artist out on the street. He was just trying to throw all the things he had thrown at Drakken right back, hoping it may have the same affect. "It won't happen again."

Friends In High Places || Loukken

[bdrpmemes]

Lou: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Lou:

Lou: Actually, it’s gonna bug me if i don’t.

[dr-drckken]

He blinked, frowning, as he tried to work out what an Eatsie was let alone why anyone would let a dog be their commanding officer.

...maybe this guy was a little bit more weird than he had originally thought. Drakken knew artists were kinda eccentric or whatever, but this one was just sort of saying words that didn't even make sense next to one another. And had a serious attitude problem, yeesh.

"Alright, relax, will you? It was a question. And for someone who was soooooo upset about me stepping on your time, you gotta lot of nerve assuming I have the time to just sit around all day," Drakken said.

Hold Your Horses || [Loukken]

[veevacious-a]

Wait-- oh, this was Belle's--- Ms Acheron's-- Mr Mayor's--Vee wants to dissolve into the Earth. Please, mother nature, I am begging you to absorb me into the ground. But Lou is charming and Vee nods. Vee knows they can't really manage the accent. They'd learned some Tagalog from their colony and some Spanish from the Nocedas but the French didn't come as easily. They tried to bar Vee from taking Spanish because of her last name back in Gravesfield, because Carrero-Noceda meant she must be fluent. Wrong. They almost failed first quarter French and Camila had to argue with administration.

"I'll learn," Vee says, "but it might take me a little bit." They add with a laugh. "But, yes. I wanted to ask if you needed anything or if you wanted anything from the Stage Management Team or if there was anything you wanted on the Production report this week. As you know, this is my first show in Swynlake, and I just want to make sure that I'm able to help everyone as best as I can without disrupting the order too much."

@lou-bonfightme

Set Check || Toulouse & Vee

[dr-drckken]

@lou-bonfightme

"No thanks," he said. He hated tea. And coffee. They were so bitter, he didn't get the point or how people thought it was good. Enough to drink it every day, too! Especially here, it felt like everywhere he went people were trying to offer him up a cup of tea and every time it was just as nasty as the last.

Besides, he was more interested in talking about the painting!

"So what's the up keep on these things?" he asked, getting closer to squint at the canvas itself. "Any special maintenance I should know about? I don't put it behind glass like a photograph or something like that, do I?"

Not that he wouldn't, but anytime he saw large paintings it never looked like they were. Unless it was in some fancy museum and they wanted to keep everyone's paws off.

Commission Complete || Loukken