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Miranda’s just minding her own business, as per usual; she has the day off because school’s out, so, with wisdom (not) gained from years of experience, she decides to go to the museum. (Because being surrounded by halls of priceless pieces of art couldn’t possibly go pear-shaped, right?)
She’s so wrong.
One moment, she’s looking at a delightfully colorful, weirdly abstract painting of a horse – or is it an apple tree? – and the next, alarms are blaring and someone’s shoved a bunch of porcelain fragments into her hands. It takes a few stunned moments of shock before she shrieks and drops it all onto the floor. “That’s – n-no, I didn’t –” Miranda desperately glances around for someone, anyone, to tell her that it’s nothing but a bad dream, but there’s no one else in this particular room, except –
– who even dresses like that? But she’s panicking, now, and if she has to face down a giant man with terrifyingly flamboyant taste, so be it. “Y-you saw that, right?” she wheezes nervously, looking as if she’s about to cry. “Please help me –” Miranda looks back at the remains of a rather plain-looking (but undoubtedly expensive) vase, then at back at the man – “I mean, we can – we can j-just glue it back together, right?”
