Curating The Future

[Lana Wake]

Solitude in the vast expanse of space was a luxury. Alone with one's thoughts, no possibility of double-play, logistically simple and wonderfully quiet. Yet the novelty of lonesome adventures does wain with time. Thus, the return to such a populated hub, her homeplanet, the wonder that is Coruscant... it is pleasant. The busy highways of airspeeders and hovercars, the teeming streets, neon lights, billions of people, millions of droids... this is home. There is comfort to be found when walking, surrounded by skyscrapers that block out the sun.

Wearing a shoulderless red dress, fine leather boots beneath, she moved swiftly through the streets with only a satchel and red rose in her hair to compliment the attire. There was nothing particularly unusual about the Human. Her bright blue eyes moved between structures, gazing at the different businesses and services as she went. Blonde hair went down past her shoulders, resting just over her chest. The rose had two stalks, faintly yellow, occasionally moving their stems towards wherever sunlight could be had in surprisingly fast reactions. The Jade Rose was cultivated by upper-class members of Coruscant. A knowing academic would view Lana's wearing of one in her hair as a badge of pride... or a symbol of wealth.

After quite some time of walking, she stood before the titanic structure of fancy pillars, large docking bays and giant banners. The Museum of Fine Arts is not a place Lana had ever been before. The architecture brought a soft smile to her lips.


Walking up the steps into the entrance hall, she was directed by a helpful receptionist and protocol droid towards the meeting room. As she walked, her eyes darted between the artifacts behind glass in passing. These were just the corridors and offices... not the main museum. What relics awaited her eyes to feast upon? Her imagination began to wildly fly into realms of fiction with loose factual basis, imagining lost antiquity discovered through untold dangers and unsung adventurers. Blinking a few times, she was snapped out of her daydream by the protocol droid gesturing to a closed door. The smell of caf wiffed through the air. With a nod, the droid awkwardly jerked forward with a waddle-- and opened the door.

Lana entered the meeting room. Eyes were upon her. With a soft smile, she offered a handshake. "Hello~" she greeted, a calm and cheerful tone. "~My name is Lana."

"Lana Wake~"

[Elarys Amarank]

Curator Trosnan eyed both women slightly suspiciously; but Elarys had suspected him of being quite the sexist on multiple occasions, so she was delighted to see the guest was another woman. She smiled at the blonde, taking in the little details of her appearance. The young professional was dressed in a dark grey suit with a vibrant purple shirt, while her long dark hair was neatly braided.

She accepted the handshake and smiled at the newcomer.

"A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Wake. I am Elarys Amarank."

The Curator cleared his throat. "I requested Ms. Wake's presence because she is a historical expert, especially in artifacts and we could use her opinion to select the seven finalists we'll bring in."

Elarys smiled, glad that someone might help tilt the scale one way or the other.

"The charity I work for, Neran's, is going so sponsor residencies for emerging artists at the museum. For now we have ten portfolios, and can only bring seven in for a final interview panel before a narrower list are selected. Some of them are in more traditional art forms, which can definitely benefit from your opinion! And we have a couple of them who work in more contemporary, sometimes abstract, concepts."

She had all the portfolios available but she wanted to give a brief introduction the blonde, giving her time to either introduce herself more for the Curator had been quite succinct, or to ask questions about the project.