Grand opening of the Nanabush Native American Art Gallery

James's cheeks almost seemed to flush at the sound of it being her wedding dress.

"Awwwww, that's so sweet! Must be a lucky guy."

He poked down into his brochure for a moment and turned to so he was at Jaci's side.

"I think..."

"...I'll check out the art and sculptures section first..."

He then looked at Jaci up and down in a rather flirtatious fashion.

"...Then I'll check out the clothing and jewellery section..."

"You wouldn't be able to show me around would you...."

James look slightly saddened that he wouldn't be getting a personal tour, but he was happy enough to have simply met another kind soul. James could see why she was married. She seemed like a catch for sure. He tilted his head back slightly as he sighed in mock tragedy.

"Awwww~ Ah, well. I'll go check out the exhibits and maybe we'll run into each other later. The name's James by the way. Was nice meeting you!"

And with that, James gave Jaci the sweetest smile she had seen all week, and started bounding his way over to the arts and sculptures section.

James stared intently at the paintings and their inherent differences to the sculptures themselves. It seemed fairly clear to him that the differing purposes of these pieces has altered the complexity of their work. Perhaps the sculptures had more spiritual importance? It would make sense. James was drawing parallels between these sculptures and the statues of the Mary from Catholicism, and the great statues of ancient Mediterranean Pagan religions. These ones weren't nearly as ostentatious though. More humble and ascetic, based on the materials used, also more naturalistic and... Holistic. It's interesting the subtle hints an individual can pick up from a culture by witnessing their art.

 James stared and muttered to himself as he looked at the pieces. So little used to create, no gold or obscure jewellery but so beautiful. So much heart poured into this work, this culture, and we had almost wiped it out in it's entire... No grand display was needed to convey the the soul that lay within these pieces, and James begins to slip into a trance...

At this point Jaci may have begun to notice James starting to act somewhat strangely over the course of the next hour. He never left the room, despite that he said he would. And he seemed utterly awed by everything in the room with glossy eyes. But he eventually came to focus on one sculpture in particular. Once involving what appeared to be spiritual figure of some kind, the woman who's hands made a bowl of some sort, guarding, or hoarding, animals.

Then Jaci would notice something particularly shocking, at least to most gallery owners. James reached out to touch the exhibit.

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James begins to feel a jolt at the back of his head. An annoying pinging sound breaking his bliss. 

"DON'T TOUCH THE EXHIBITS JAMES."

He froze. As much as he liked doing the right thing, sometimes he hated his brain. 

He slowly began to pull back his hand. The glossy look in his eyes fading and his pupils refocusing as colour began to fade from his skin, and he began to feel cold again. Suddenly, to Jaci, James looked very much like every other moving dead thing she'd seen before. His respiration had stopped, and he looked white as a sheet. But James had caught on to what had happened, and colour seemed to return to his skin barely half a minute after it had gone, and his breathing had restarted.

"...Goddamnit James... Keep it together... It's not yours..."

James could not have felt more horrible. Now he can't appreciate anything beautiful? He has to surround himself with the dull and the miserable? Must he shunt anything with joy from his life? It wasn't fair!

"But... Why make something beautiful if it can't be appreciated... I should... see..."

"...I'm sorry...."

"Kindred Spirit... Could... Could we talk later then? In more privacy I mean. I'd like to get to know you. I don't know many people in the all night society..."

He looked at her with teary-eyes. He almost looked lost in his own guilt.

James seemed to perk up a little bit and let out a small smile.

"Yeah... Yeah I guess you're right... I'll go check out t you wanted to show me, but it was nice talking to you. We'll talk later, here's my number if you want to find me!"

He hands her a piece of paper with his number on it and smiles

"See ya' in a bit!"

"Wow, cool!"

James was amazed, he could finally switch off his brain and TOUCH an exhibit, which he did so with joy. He filled the basket with the fountain water to see what would happen.

As he filled it his eyes flitted back to Jaci every now and then with childish glee, though he found it hard to look at her in the eye. He was a little embarrassed to have caused such a scene, but she had been so sweet to him.