The Art Studio: A Ghostly Image ((open thread))

[Regan Rourke]

Among other things, the recreational complex boasted several studio rooms for students of music and the fine arts to practice in. While occasionally used for classrooms, more often they were places for people to work on extracurricular projects.

At the moment, Regan was sitting in front of a large, blank, canvas. She was just staring at it, like it was offending her.

Although, to be fair, that's how she stared at most things.

[Tommy More]

"Um... are you quite alright, ma'am?" Tommy asked, who had been walking by when noticing the ghostly woman...well, staring.

[Regan Rourke]

"Oh," Regan says, sounding a bit surprised, "Yeah. I'm fine."

Turning away from the canvas, she floats over to a rack of paints.

"This is a nice studio."

[Tommy More]

"I suppose," Tommy agreed, not having been in many studios. "A bit cluttered, but functional."

[Regan Rourke]

"Do you paint?" Regan asks.

[Tommy More]

"Not much.... I do appreciate it, however. I have a small collection."

[Regan Rourke]

"Anyone good?" Regan asks, "Or is it all the same ol' shit that everyone thinks makes them 'cultured'?"

[Tommy More]

"I suppose that depends on your taste, now, doesn't it?"

[Regan Rourke]

"Well, what's your tastes then?" Regan asks.

[Tommy More]

"Oh, you know. Goya, Rubens, Caravaggio..."

[Regan Rourke]

"Christ, you have the taste of the stuffiest white dude ever," Regan says, "You should check out Analia Saban or Gene Beery. They're complete geniuses."

[Tommy More]

"I don't see what race has to do with it..."

[Regan Rourke]

"Of course you don't," Regan says, "You could paint if you want to, but you don't. You just collect other people's art."

"It's the same thing," Regan says bitterly.

[Tommy More]

"...I beg your pardon?"

[Regan Rourke]

"I'm saying check your privilege," Regan says.

[Tommy More]

"Check my...when did that enter into anything?"

[Regan Rourke]

"When you were born," Regan says, snapping her fingers, "Ice burn, cis-scum."

[Tommy More]

"Right. Good day," Tommy said, walking out.

[Regan Rourke]

Before Tommy quite leaves, Regan calls out.

"Wait."

"...Could you help me with something?"

[Tommy More]

"I believe you'll find me, and quite a few other people around here, a bit too wise to fall for that trick. Good day."

[Regan Rourke]

Regan sighs, "I'm sorry I made fun of you."

"Now, please," Regan says pathetically, "It will only take a second."

[Tommy More]

"Sorry, you must think I'm a pretty big fool," Tommy said, as he left.

[Regan Rourke]

After Tommy left, Regan looked forlornly at the paints.

"Damn it," Regan muttered, finally drifting through the floor and leaving as well.