Also… how does the museum even get these famous paintings?? Like, you would not BELIEVE the paper trail even a small set of ceramic sherds leaves, so what about these priceless works of art? “Where’d that Whistler get to?” “Oh, y’know. Some imaginary island where the museum walls are scorched with dragonfire.” “Ha ha! But really. Where did it go.” *intense curator crazy eyes bore into your soul*
[Quinn looking uncomfortable and sidestepping through a door that wasn’t there .5 seconds ago]
#I’m not saying Quinn has a million shadowy tethers#but I’m not-not saying that
Tan: *’it figures’ nodding* “Okay. I’m cool with this, as I, too, do shady things. But if any of these antiquities are without provenience or looted, I might have to throw a fit. And by ‘looted’ I mean recently looted, since white people basically only just fucking figured out that stealing is wrong even if it’s for academia. Quinn’s Victorian. He’ll know what I’m talking about.”
Quinn, quietly but firmly: “I do know what he’s talking about, and I for one support looting the same way I support driving under the influence: which is to say,” -puts on a heinous American mobster accent. -“‘you break it, you bought it’.”
Taniel: “This is why we get along so well.”
Quinn:
