Wednesday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2I need to add some more icons. O_o I just realized that I need Richard and I have no Richard. O_O Horrors!
I am up to my tail in bunnies, thanks to Merula. ^___^ They seem to be very small right now, but I plan on feeding them a lot.
I also have my first "dumbass!" sunburn of the season. I have sunscreen in my truck, but can I be bothered to get off my tail and retrieve it? Of course not! That would mean walking 50 feet. Each way. O_O I'd have to surrender my "idiot" badge if I did that. >_> So one knee is burned along with the same ankle and the other foot is striped in the pattern of my huaraches. And of course, my neck and shoulder resemble a tomato and my elbows are slightly pink. I really need to remember the damn parasol. I just hate most sunscreens. >.< Why do they always feel so... goopy?
Anyway, a little more of the Banshee's current project. ^___^ Enjoy.
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
I expected a busy day; I didn’t really expect total chaos.
Okay, not *total* chaos. It was only a little chaotic and mostly controlled, but my head was somewhere else most of the day, so I wasn’t at my best.
Heero left early with Jake after giving me a fierce kiss goodbye. Another nice thing about my recent hair trim; my braid doesn’t drag in the dirt when Heero dips me. Jake was immensely amused.
I hit the dining hall immediately after and got a to-go box loaded with protein and carbs, as well as a marginal cup of coffee, and headed for the office. We would be coming and going from there with the porters to avoid conflict in the port room.
Trowa caught me at the door to tell me that he’d talked to the lawyer and he was thrilled to be of help to a real vampire. He even offered to put Ctik up if we didn’t find him a place by Sunday. Trowa laughed at that, since his cousin and the lawyer lived in a fancy condo outside Albuquerque. Still, it was nice of them to offer. I filed it away, just in case.
He also assured me that they had all found Ctik absolutely charming and certainly the least scary vampire imaginable. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, for Ctik, that is. I expect he has scary-vamp moments, just not with the people who are trying to help him.
Tiffany had already left with the first appraiser; I had an email telling me that Gisela was lovely and the kids were funny and holy-shit-Gisela’s-brother-is-cute!
I inhaled my breakfast, checked my list and began wrangling appraisers. It’s not all that interesting unless you’re right there. The first on my list was relatively young – she kept thanking me for giving her such a wonderful opportunity, so I guess she hadn’t been doing this long. At the house, I turned her over to Gisela and headed for my next.
I went back and forth all morning and into the afternoon, fetching appraisers, going on walk-throughs and sending lists to my email. Cathy had left a few of those nifty handhelds for our use and we all used them to record the appraisers’ opinions.
I think we were all astonished by some of the offers for the stuff in the sub-cellars. Apparently, the junk was in excellent condition for all of being a few centuries old. A couple of people practically drooled.
The art and other pretties in Ctik’s suite made a huge impression on all of them. A few made tentative valuations, but most of them were very insistent that we get someone from one of the big museums in, to be sure. Tiffany whispered to me that one woman had muttered about Rembrandt and Michelangelo. I’m not a complete fool when it comes to Human things, of course, and I was shocked to think that Ctik might actually own Old Masters.
None of this crop of appraisers wanted to go on record with the art, and they all agreed that we should call the museums and the big auction houses. Among the starting suggestions were Sotheby’s, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the National Museum, the J. Paul Getty and the LA County Museum of Art.
Gisela and I were still slack-jawed when Tiffany came to take me home to meet Heero.
“Oh, my god,” breathed Gisela, the list in her hands shaking slightly. “A Rembrandt? A *Rembrandt*?! In this house all these years?!” She looked up at me. “I can’t believe Miles didn’t take them!”
Tiffany patted her shoulder. “Be glad he thought they were copies. If he *had* taken them and *Heero* found it out… Well, you’d be a widow, not a divorcee.” Tiffany has such a way with words. Gisela just stared at her, speechless.
“Would you like us to call?” I asked. I was a little concerned that she was going to just faint altogether.
Karl appeared then, and took the list from his sister. “I’ll start calling.” He looked a little stunned, too, but I figured he hadn’t actually lived in the same house with millions of dollars worth of fine art, so it probably wasn’t so scary to him.
“Good idea,” agreed Tiffany. “Duo and I need to get going; we’ll see you again sometime tomorrow. The rest of the horde will clear out in an hour or so.”
“Of course,” said Gisela faintly. “Thank you so much…” She looked ready to burst into tears, so we made a quick departure.
I am up to my tail in bunnies, thanks to Merula. ^___^ They seem to be very small right now, but I plan on feeding them a lot.
I also have my first "dumbass!" sunburn of the season. I have sunscreen in my truck, but can I be bothered to get off my tail and retrieve it? Of course not! That would mean walking 50 feet. Each way. O_O I'd have to surrender my "idiot" badge if I did that. >_> So one knee is burned along with the same ankle and the other foot is striped in the pattern of my huaraches. And of course, my neck and shoulder resemble a tomato and my elbows are slightly pink. I really need to remember the damn parasol. I just hate most sunscreens. >.< Why do they always feel so... goopy?
Anyway, a little more of the Banshee's current project. ^___^ Enjoy.
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
I expected a busy day; I didn’t really expect total chaos.
Okay, not *total* chaos. It was only a little chaotic and mostly controlled, but my head was somewhere else most of the day, so I wasn’t at my best.
Heero left early with Jake after giving me a fierce kiss goodbye. Another nice thing about my recent hair trim; my braid doesn’t drag in the dirt when Heero dips me. Jake was immensely amused.
I hit the dining hall immediately after and got a to-go box loaded with protein and carbs, as well as a marginal cup of coffee, and headed for the office. We would be coming and going from there with the porters to avoid conflict in the port room.
Trowa caught me at the door to tell me that he’d talked to the lawyer and he was thrilled to be of help to a real vampire. He even offered to put Ctik up if we didn’t find him a place by Sunday. Trowa laughed at that, since his cousin and the lawyer lived in a fancy condo outside Albuquerque. Still, it was nice of them to offer. I filed it away, just in case.
He also assured me that they had all found Ctik absolutely charming and certainly the least scary vampire imaginable. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, for Ctik, that is. I expect he has scary-vamp moments, just not with the people who are trying to help him.
Tiffany had already left with the first appraiser; I had an email telling me that Gisela was lovely and the kids were funny and holy-shit-Gisela’s-brother-is-cute!
I inhaled my breakfast, checked my list and began wrangling appraisers. It’s not all that interesting unless you’re right there. The first on my list was relatively young – she kept thanking me for giving her such a wonderful opportunity, so I guess she hadn’t been doing this long. At the house, I turned her over to Gisela and headed for my next.
I went back and forth all morning and into the afternoon, fetching appraisers, going on walk-throughs and sending lists to my email. Cathy had left a few of those nifty handhelds for our use and we all used them to record the appraisers’ opinions.
I think we were all astonished by some of the offers for the stuff in the sub-cellars. Apparently, the junk was in excellent condition for all of being a few centuries old. A couple of people practically drooled.
The art and other pretties in Ctik’s suite made a huge impression on all of them. A few made tentative valuations, but most of them were very insistent that we get someone from one of the big museums in, to be sure. Tiffany whispered to me that one woman had muttered about Rembrandt and Michelangelo. I’m not a complete fool when it comes to Human things, of course, and I was shocked to think that Ctik might actually own Old Masters.
None of this crop of appraisers wanted to go on record with the art, and they all agreed that we should call the museums and the big auction houses. Among the starting suggestions were Sotheby’s, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the National Museum, the J. Paul Getty and the LA County Museum of Art.
Gisela and I were still slack-jawed when Tiffany came to take me home to meet Heero.
“Oh, my god,” breathed Gisela, the list in her hands shaking slightly. “A Rembrandt? A *Rembrandt*?! In this house all these years?!” She looked up at me. “I can’t believe Miles didn’t take them!”
Tiffany patted her shoulder. “Be glad he thought they were copies. If he *had* taken them and *Heero* found it out… Well, you’d be a widow, not a divorcee.” Tiffany has such a way with words. Gisela just stared at her, speechless.
“Would you like us to call?” I asked. I was a little concerned that she was going to just faint altogether.
Karl appeared then, and took the list from his sister. “I’ll start calling.” He looked a little stunned, too, but I figured he hadn’t actually lived in the same house with millions of dollars worth of fine art, so it probably wasn’t so scary to him.
“Good idea,” agreed Tiffany. “Duo and I need to get going; we’ll see you again sometime tomorrow. The rest of the horde will clear out in an hour or so.”
“Of course,” said Gisela faintly. “Thank you so much…” She looked ready to burst into tears, so we made a quick departure.
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Date: 2011-04-09 05:48 pm (UTC)I shudder to admit that I don't buy sunscreen every year. >_> Just, you know, when I can't find the old one. O.o I really am totally not in the habit of sunscreen. I keep trying...
The cheap stuff I don't even look at anymore. I did learn that lesson. ^____^