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[Which is to say: safely across the cockpit. Sam steps out---a single step, given the compact arrangement of her shuttle---to retrieve the tools from the storage cabinet, then slides the case over to where Kay will work. She again settles out of the way, smiling at his huff, and smiling a bit brighter at his claim 'we are all very respectable.']
I do like art, that much, actually. I like it enough to have gone to school to study art restoration, and, after that, find a museum to attach myself to as a sort of work-study. It was good for a while... but then the museum's ah, controlling interests, seemed to shift. Pieces were pulled, and other displays went out with partial or inaccurate information. Not poorly-researched inaccurate, but falsified inaccurate. 'How far is this going to go?' I thought, and then: 'I should get out, while the getting is good.'
/arrives 15 Minutes Late With Starbucks ...I'm sorry
[Kay shift his head only slightly as he looks around as Sam offer information. It's a small ship but he can tell it has all the important things and gadgets, even if some are rather old. He gets back to work once he has what he needs, listening to Sam an offering insight when he finds is the right moment.]
Art is very important to understand a culture, if you actually bother to do that. Not many people does under the Empire's rules. I know it didn't use to be like that, I had the opportunity to talk with droids much older than me. [He pauses briefly, remembering Threepio. 'Old' didn't quite cover it.]
You meant that they started to use Museums as money machines. [He sounds disgusted at the thought.]
i still love you
[Some are rather old, and some are out-of-place, incorporated in unusual configurations, but everything's there, and everything—or, almost everything—works the way it ought to. The shuttle's systems are a little like the life they enable: pretty patchwork.]
I'd've liked to overhear those conversations. [She means it, too.] I bet they were very interesting. And... sort of.
The museums, and the academic programs attached to them, they definitely found ways of making more profitable. But it wasn't just that. [Not just the fees, not just missing pieces, not just pieces replaced with what were probably carefully-commissioned imitations.] It was the way the history of the pieces was being re-written. Not wholesale, maybe, but credit was going to wrong people, wrong times. Names were dropped, substituted. Stuff like that. Stuff someone like me couldn't really remark on; stuff someone like me shouldn't get noticed noticing.
cos you are the best ♥
If you ever pay our base a visit I'll let you meet Threepio. And I promise to come to make him stop after 2 hours max. Protocols droids can talk someone's ear off if they realize people is actually listening to them.
[Kay reaches inside the machinery to fidget with a few pieces. Some a few he doesn't recognize but can extrapolate its function. He looked over at Sam after that explanation.]
That is worse. [He sounds almost offended.] Rewriting history to make themselves more important or to look like the ones who did things right is cheating.
♥ no, you are
I think I'll have to visit, now. Or, at least, whenever I've got an excuse. Stopping in just to socialize would probably be frowned on, eh?
[She nods. To seek more profit was maybe a little crass, but it was also understandable, especially if one had some experience in the business of art.]
I wasn't gonna be complicit in that. Doing what I do now is maybe not doing much... but I have the distance, and every now and again, the opportunity, to do a little undermining.
♥3♥
You would be surprised how welcome the Rebels can be if you announce your arrival beforehand. They like to have more contacts and allies. [But the key is to warn them first, as Kay said. Otherwise, she would be welcome with firepower, and Kay is sure this poor excuse of a ship won't resist such attack.] Both of us could get positive things out of it. Or at least I would get entertained listening to what you will say to them.
[Some more tinkering is done before Kay takes out a small and slightly bent metal bar from inside the panel he's working on. It's not much bigger than a pencil.] You're smart enough to do it without being noticed too.
[He handles the pencil-sized metal bar to Sam.] You need to have this piece, it's the wrong size. This is a number 7, you need a number 6, that's why it doesn't fit right and causes trouble. Shouldn't be too hard to find on any market.