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iterumnetwork2023-07-30 11:41 am
artistwithasickness) wrote in iterumnetwork2023-07-30 11:41 am
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@BigBootsD- Video - OTA
[Devi D peers into her device, purple colored eyebrows arched in interest like she could see through everyone's screen the same as they could see her, short and undershaved hair coifed and curled.]
I think it's time I said hello, City of Sin. Been a good number of years, our dear Magistrates, dear Chosen and I'd love to see a sound off of who's still keeping eyes on all the churning gears of the society here.
[Her smile is coy as she continues, but her tone is light and theatrical, ever the showman.]
Magistrates! I don't suppose I could dare you out of your holes for some kind of conversation? I would love to see who we've got in the hot seat this round. I am open to discretion too, if that's something you're interested in - I am willing to come to you. Willing to knock on doors even, if none of you feel like piping up in public. Not a very strong first image though, I would say.
By the way, impact will be opening in a few months - if anyone is interested in commissions, my portfolio seems to have survived. I would be happy to show you. [She wiggles her fingers at the screen before it cuts off.
Devi spent very little time at her actual house over on Petunia Avenue, preferring to work out her studio at Impact, where she can be seen through the window cleaning up and hanging what art survived the shifts of time. When she wasn't there, she was down at any number of coffee shops and restaurants, sketching things out in a leather bound book.
She also found time to go visit the Coliseum during a set of matches, curious as to who else would be fighting and keeping a specific eye out for Bardock. Set up with a ridiculously large box of popcorn and a big cup, Devi reclines in the seats, ankles crossed and set up on the back of the seat in front of her.
I think it's time I said hello, City of Sin. Been a good number of years, our dear Magistrates, dear Chosen and I'd love to see a sound off of who's still keeping eyes on all the churning gears of the society here.
[Her smile is coy as she continues, but her tone is light and theatrical, ever the showman.]
Magistrates! I don't suppose I could dare you out of your holes for some kind of conversation? I would love to see who we've got in the hot seat this round. I am open to discretion too, if that's something you're interested in - I am willing to come to you. Willing to knock on doors even, if none of you feel like piping up in public. Not a very strong first image though, I would say.
By the way, impact will be opening in a few months - if anyone is interested in commissions, my portfolio seems to have survived. I would be happy to show you. [She wiggles her fingers at the screen before it cuts off.
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Devi spent very little time at her actual house over on Petunia Avenue, preferring to work out her studio at Impact, where she can be seen through the window cleaning up and hanging what art survived the shifts of time. When she wasn't there, she was down at any number of coffee shops and restaurants, sketching things out in a leather bound book.
She also found time to go visit the Coliseum during a set of matches, curious as to who else would be fighting and keeping a specific eye out for Bardock. Set up with a ridiculously large box of popcorn and a big cup, Devi reclines in the seats, ankles crossed and set up on the back of the seat in front of her.
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St John's, 3rd floor apartment number 1, door is always open to you. Unless I'm not there.
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I'm technically over on Petunia Avenue out by the treeline but who knows if I'll stay there. I've got enough space in my studio if I want to use it like that.
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Oh, you've got a gallery again too?
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[She's Missed Work. It's been a while since she's had access to something that wasn't homemade.]
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