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Prompt 357: Leonardo da Vinci : Original : naughty_bangles : Landing in the job
Title: Landing in the job
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: gen
Word Count: 792
Prompt #357: Leonardo da Vinci
Disclaimer: I used a sentence from Sharon Lynn Fisher's Ghost Planet to get me started (it's the first one)
Summary: Claudia should have looked more carefully at what would require her job on Ciryadral.
"You know, I have a bunch of clothes in the container that came from Earth."
Albohil rolled his eyes theatrically. "Ah ! I can perfectly imagine what kind of clothes you have in there. And none of them will befit our purpose. You're on Ciryadral, now, for Heaven's sake !"
Claudia quickened her pace a bit to keep up with the broad man leading her in the streets of Colin, the main city of the planet Ciryadral. Terraformed to be suitted for human life, the small planet had been purchased some decades ago by a group of wealthy people, and turned into a paradise for the artistic scene. Places there were rare and highly wanted. The painters, musicians, comedians, sculptors and artists of all kind had to provide multiple proofs of their talent, and undergo multiple tests before gaining the right to a settelement on the planet. But once you were in, you were in ; money from a great deal of patrons all over the galaxy assured the minimum for everyone to live witout having to work ; the artists were able to work on their art completely carefree. Depending on their success and the extra money they could make with their work, they could develop themselves by having a bigger house, a second one, or, in the case of Albohil, by hiring an assistant to take care of the everyday life for himself.
That's how Claudia had ended up in Ciryadral. Not knowing what she was going to do after her graduation, she had took the job to occupy herself. Having the opportunity to work with someone like Albohil was a nice bonus. As she was trying to follow her new boss while avoiding the other passer-by's, she realized it would also be quite a challenge.
The man lived at high speed. I was like he never stopped thinking and creating, going from one project to the other all day long. Mainly an artist, he was as much a musician as a plastician, but he had also an interest in sciences and civilisations. He constructed his reputation at least as much in the scientific research as in the artistic world. He was already widely known as the new Leornardo Da Vinci, and, as far as Claudia had been able to see for herself, it was deserved.
And it looked like his personnality was as flamboyant as his work.
"Here we are, my dear. Lacisse will have exactly what you need." They had stopped in front of a sparkling clothes shop that read "Lacisse's Den". In the brightly-lit inside were a few extravagant dresses displayed on living models, each of them changing their position at the clients' request. Some stragetically placed speakers were diffusing classical music, loud enough to be heard, but not enough to be really noticed. As soon as they were in, Albohil called for a shop assistant with his powerful bariton. He asked for the manager in a commanding tone that would suffered no reply. One of the older girls, probably there for some time, went in the backshop, while the younger ones casted astonished looks in Albohil's direction. He didn't seem to care, as he was passing his eyes over the new collection on display.
Claudia looked around her, quite unsure. She didn't think the clothing on the shop was in her means. Everything looked like it was sewed in the most precious materials, and adorned with the finest stones and accessories. And she was sure nothing was in her style and taste. She like neutral colors and practical clothing, the kind of pieces you could wear without noticing, comfy and fitting in any circumstances. Nothing on the models befitted that description.
"Albohil ! My dear !" A clear but strong female voice went from the back of the shop. A woman in her mid-forties had just appeared from the backshop, and was walking energitically toward them. She looked a tad classier than her collection, but was still wearing an exhuberantly-tailored suit on heels so high it was a wonder she could still walk accross a door, and she was adorned with so many jewels she was as reflecting light like the full itself.
Albohil greeted her warmly, and introduced her to Claudia on the spot.
"As you can see", he continued, "she'll need some outfit for all the public stuffs." (he moved is right hand in a circular gesture, as if englobing all the "public stuffs") "I'm sure you can figure something out."
Lacisse let her eyes scan over Claudia. "Yes, I think we can do something really good for her. Claudia, can you turn on yourself, please ?"
As she was doing what she was asked, the youg woman began to regret having sign for this job without having pondered all of its aspects. But she was trapped, now ...
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: gen
Word Count: 792
Prompt #357: Leonardo da Vinci
Disclaimer: I used a sentence from Sharon Lynn Fisher's Ghost Planet to get me started (it's the first one)
Summary: Claudia should have looked more carefully at what would require her job on Ciryadral.
"You know, I have a bunch of clothes in the container that came from Earth."
Albohil rolled his eyes theatrically. "Ah ! I can perfectly imagine what kind of clothes you have in there. And none of them will befit our purpose. You're on Ciryadral, now, for Heaven's sake !"
Claudia quickened her pace a bit to keep up with the broad man leading her in the streets of Colin, the main city of the planet Ciryadral. Terraformed to be suitted for human life, the small planet had been purchased some decades ago by a group of wealthy people, and turned into a paradise for the artistic scene. Places there were rare and highly wanted. The painters, musicians, comedians, sculptors and artists of all kind had to provide multiple proofs of their talent, and undergo multiple tests before gaining the right to a settelement on the planet. But once you were in, you were in ; money from a great deal of patrons all over the galaxy assured the minimum for everyone to live witout having to work ; the artists were able to work on their art completely carefree. Depending on their success and the extra money they could make with their work, they could develop themselves by having a bigger house, a second one, or, in the case of Albohil, by hiring an assistant to take care of the everyday life for himself.
That's how Claudia had ended up in Ciryadral. Not knowing what she was going to do after her graduation, she had took the job to occupy herself. Having the opportunity to work with someone like Albohil was a nice bonus. As she was trying to follow her new boss while avoiding the other passer-by's, she realized it would also be quite a challenge.
The man lived at high speed. I was like he never stopped thinking and creating, going from one project to the other all day long. Mainly an artist, he was as much a musician as a plastician, but he had also an interest in sciences and civilisations. He constructed his reputation at least as much in the scientific research as in the artistic world. He was already widely known as the new Leornardo Da Vinci, and, as far as Claudia had been able to see for herself, it was deserved.
And it looked like his personnality was as flamboyant as his work.
"Here we are, my dear. Lacisse will have exactly what you need." They had stopped in front of a sparkling clothes shop that read "Lacisse's Den". In the brightly-lit inside were a few extravagant dresses displayed on living models, each of them changing their position at the clients' request. Some stragetically placed speakers were diffusing classical music, loud enough to be heard, but not enough to be really noticed. As soon as they were in, Albohil called for a shop assistant with his powerful bariton. He asked for the manager in a commanding tone that would suffered no reply. One of the older girls, probably there for some time, went in the backshop, while the younger ones casted astonished looks in Albohil's direction. He didn't seem to care, as he was passing his eyes over the new collection on display.
Claudia looked around her, quite unsure. She didn't think the clothing on the shop was in her means. Everything looked like it was sewed in the most precious materials, and adorned with the finest stones and accessories. And she was sure nothing was in her style and taste. She like neutral colors and practical clothing, the kind of pieces you could wear without noticing, comfy and fitting in any circumstances. Nothing on the models befitted that description.
"Albohil ! My dear !" A clear but strong female voice went from the back of the shop. A woman in her mid-forties had just appeared from the backshop, and was walking energitically toward them. She looked a tad classier than her collection, but was still wearing an exhuberantly-tailored suit on heels so high it was a wonder she could still walk accross a door, and she was adorned with so many jewels she was as reflecting light like the full itself.
Albohil greeted her warmly, and introduced her to Claudia on the spot.
"As you can see", he continued, "she'll need some outfit for all the public stuffs." (he moved is right hand in a circular gesture, as if englobing all the "public stuffs") "I'm sure you can figure something out."
Lacisse let her eyes scan over Claudia. "Yes, I think we can do something really good for her. Claudia, can you turn on yourself, please ?"
As she was doing what she was asked, the youg woman began to regret having sign for this job without having pondered all of its aspects. But she was trapped, now ...