Obey the Muse

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(( April 6, 7:00AM. Anyone welcome. ))

There was only one person that would be in the Refraction Theater this early.

... Well, aside from the obligatory homeless guy sleeping in the back. But to digress, there was only one who meant to be there at such an hour.

This place was always so calming for Ryan. It wasn't just the air of talent and the smell of... what was that? It was that slightly musty smell mixed with whatever they put on the curtain to keep its color from fading. It was a smell so familiar, and yet he took note of it every time he met it.

The Refraction Theater... such a gem, this place. Ooh, that was clever. Gotta write that down...

Those crystals in the walls. Oh, sweet lord, it was genius. Ryan would have loved to have met the guy who came up with that idea; it opened up so much to the effect of the show.

Then again, it might also be rather... uh, gimmicky, if it was used cheaply.

Of course, part of him was brooding over the fact that he'd missed a show. He'd been working at home last night, nowhere near a stopping point and damn him if he defied his muse. But he made a point to be punctual to all the shows.

... Maybe that smell wasn't the curtain.

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But the theatre wasn't just for the actors and directors of the world. Someone who was looking for inspiration for her next fashions was here. And that someone could probably be a seamstress for theatre if she got right down to it. Liette was taking in the sights of the crystals in the walls, and taking in the fabric of the curtain. How could she combine these? How? Her muse for fashion was going mad trying to figure it out.

And the grumpy, portly seamstress had just then noticed the man in the theatre. Now, who was this man? A faint hint of curiosity got the better of her and she approached him.

A hammy finger reached out to tap Ryan on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir. Are you the owner of this theatre?"

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Well, this guy certainly wasn't expecting anyone else in here this early, so he was a little startled by the tap on his shoulder.

He didn't recognize the woman. She didn't look like any of the regular actors or ushers; he knew most of them from his frequent visits. "The owner...? I wish. Don't think he's around right now. No, I'm just your friendly neighborhood starving writer." He smiled, laughing inwardly at some joke that maybe only he would get.

"Name's Ryan. I ain't staff, but maybe I can help, though? Unless this is business; don't want to give the owner a hard time if something doesn't go by him."

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Liette gave a faint frown. So much for finding the owner of this place. So he was a writer, and not even the proprietor? So much for asking if they needed new costumes for a new production or something.

...Wait. If this guy was a writer, maybe he also had ideas for costumes for his works? A devious smile twisted onto Liette's lips and she coyly brought a finger up, trying to twirl a wavy ginger strand around her index finger. "A writer, huh? You must write a lot of scripts if you're hanging around a place like this...ever thought about having a costume designer do some designs for your plays, Mr. Ryan?"

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Well, Ryan wasn't exactly short on supply... the theater had stock costumes or so the rper will assume so there wasn't much need, anyway.

But this could be good. Having a bit more versatility with costumes could really open up...

"... Oh, plays? Well, I mostly write... uh, for films. Like, short pictures and things like that. Been a while since I put together a full-on show. Lotta hard work, it is." He leaned back in his seat, looking back toward the stage. "Buuuut. I do like the offer. I'd like to see what you can do, miss... er....?"

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Oh yes, Liette was ever-so-shrewd. She wanted so much to have a good sewing job, the likes of which she hadn't had in months. Perhaps she'd finally get that big job she was looking for, or maybe even waiting for.

"Oh, films?" Her eyes widened even more. Films, huh? She could get even more exposure that way if she designed costumes for them! "Miss Halloway. But you can call me Liette, Mr. Ryan..." Here she paused, ruffling her hair somewhat. "I'd be happy to show you what I can do when given the right opportunity. Shall I give you the address to my shop just in case?"

Of course, she'd give the address if prompted to. She wanted to drum up more business than just costume design. After all, she could repair and tailor clothes as well! Her sewing skill knew no bounds--at least, as far as Liette believed.

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Ryan smirked. "Of course... Miss Liette. I'm what you may call... an innovator in such things. Er, aspiring to be such."

An address? "Ah, yeah. That'd be great." That way he can stalk her and pop in unannounced visit her shop and see some of her work. Maybe even give her a small commission or two and really test her to see if her skills are up to par with his... expectations. Oh, yes. If he had a costume designer, he'd be putting them to work. Extravagant, unique characters could come to life in a way he only dreamed of!

Of course, with those thoughts, he sort of zoned out for a moment.

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"An innovator, huh? My my, you must be a rather smart man." The feminine instinct of this lady said to build up this man's ego. Maybe it'd get her extra brownie points with him in the case of a hiring? "We've all got high aspirations, do we not?"

Of course an address. To her business, which was below her home. "Alright, I'll need something to write down the address right quick." She then carefully dug out of her shoulderbag a pencil and paper to quickly and neatly write down her shop's address down for Ryan. Once she finished, she folded it up and held it out to him. "Here you go. The address of my establishment."