[ Stefano is drinking some freshly-made coffee, which his nerves probably do not need, but it at least keeps his brain working!! At least this one is polite, even if she's a pink catgirl. (Disdain shows briefly on his face in a wrinkle of his nose.) He doesn't offer her a cup, nor a greeting in kind. ]
Which one of you can get me the supplies I need to do my work? It has been days.
I need a camera. I am a photographer. An artist. My life is my work! There is no other reason for me to be here. Your master must know this, or he is an ignorant boor.
[This is going to annoy him even more then. She doesn't look impressed in the slightest. She's going to stare at him for a moment before she shrugs slightly, bell around her neck jingling softly.]
Master Blue knows about our guests, but the Master's busy at the moment. [Be nice to Master Blue???] You accepted the RSVP, you know.
[ steely: ] You and I both know I did no such thing.
[ he would never have left Union on purpose; the very idea is preposterous. An infinite canvas of infinite possibilities - no artist would ever turn it down. ]
Would you like proof of your RSVP, sir? [Like. She knows what she knows my guy.] Master Blue has been working on a few things that are important to this house. The Master will join us when there's time.
[She just sort of lifts an eyebrow.] That's an incredibly fancy way of saying my sister, sir. [Stefano...but all the same Peach knows that's a valid question and so she shrugs.]
Have you ever been the master of a house, Mr. Valentini? It takes a lot of time and work to ensure it remains standing. Isn't part of doing your art with the intention of keeping a roof over your head?
[ how are a rabbit and a cat sisters!! he ignores this. ]
I had evolved beyond such base requirements.
[ it's not a lie - in Union, he'd been reborn, in a sense. He could make his art without limits - he had godlike powers. Now that he's tasted that absolute freedom, the idea of making art for survival feels repulsive and impure. ]
Besides... This is not a real house. I am not even convinced you are a real person.
Really? Truly? [Hm...that sounds like a stretch but sometimes humans are extraordinary.] Then what is your art really for?
[Except then he says that and she makes a face.] That seems like a stupid thing to argue about. If we weren't real people, wouldn't you just be talking to yourself?
Everything I've read has always sort of hinted that the artists have a particular passion that they're following. That's what I was asking. What is your art for?
[Jeez!!! But with that, she tilts her head curiously.] Perhaps you should tell me what you think the nature of this world is, sir.
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Which one of you can get me the supplies I need to do my work? It has been days.
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What supplies do you require for your work, exactly?
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I need a camera. I am a photographer. An artist. My life is my work! There is no other reason for me to be here. Your master must know this, or he is an ignorant boor.
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Master Blue knows about our guests, but the Master's busy at the moment. [Be nice to Master Blue???] You accepted the RSVP, you know.
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[ he would never have left Union on purpose; the very idea is preposterous. An infinite canvas of infinite possibilities - no artist would ever turn it down. ]
What, pray tell, is he busy with?
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[ it's easy enough to fake things like that. They were faking memories and entire lives back in Union; a single document seems like nothing. ]
What could be more important than art?
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Have you ever been the master of a house, Mr. Valentini? It takes a lot of time and work to ensure it remains standing. Isn't part of doing your art with the intention of keeping a roof over your head?
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I had evolved beyond such base requirements.
[ it's not a lie - in Union, he'd been reborn, in a sense. He could make his art without limits - he had godlike powers. Now that he's tasted that absolute freedom, the idea of making art for survival feels repulsive and impure. ]
Besides... This is not a real house. I am not even convinced you are a real person.
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Really? Truly? [Hm...that sounds like a stretch but sometimes humans are extraordinary.] Then what is your art really for?
[Except then he says that and she makes a face.] That seems like a stupid thing to argue about. If we weren't real people, wouldn't you just be talking to yourself?
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[ the way he says this makes it clear he now thinks Peach is stupid for asking... ]
In any case, no, I would not. Don't tell me you don't know about the nature of this world?
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Everything I've read has always sort of hinted that the artists have a particular passion that they're following. That's what I was asking. What is your art for?
[Jeez!!! But with that, she tilts her head curiously.] Perhaps you should tell me what you think the nature of this world is, sir.
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That's a nice theory to think about. [Peach voice: "who the fuck is Mobius?"] A little overly complicated though, maybe.