Post by Teagan Swift on Mar 16, 2015 1:18:50 GMT -5
Traveling to and from Los Angeles had become quite tiresome for Teagan, as was it becoming expensive even with the dip in price of fuel. Teagan knew that her talent agent was also becoming frustrated with having to work around the schedule that Ark and Teagan's work with them presented. Teagan would have to sever the tether that bound her to this back and forth frenzy that was as like to bankrupt her as well as send her mad. Not that madness would be out of place within the confines of Ark, for she surely believed that madness seemed a prerequisite to being hired.
Luckily enough for her sanity and the boon for Ark as well as the remnants of her modeling career, there was a place in Los Angeles, more on the very outskirts of it really, that helped soothe her. The Griffith Observatory, one of California's finest planetariums, and just far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the metroplex to actually be worth the money that was put into it. It was a bit of a drive from the city to the observatory, but it helped rid the possibility of light pollution completely putting the instruments to waste.
Teagan had decided to take the afternoon and evening to visit the planetarium once more, as she found the study of the stars quite interesting. Humanity and Earth's place in the universe was so insignificant, when you took a look at the grand picture and the length for which the known universe is thought to be believed. However where most would find themselves daunted and overly awed by the concept of being not even a grain of sand in the timeline of the universe, it invigorated Teagan. It was proof to her that even the most complex and amazing things can have the smallest beginnings.
What's more, it was pursuit of knowledge to help humanity further understand their place in the world, in the universe. It pushed the boundaries that faith, society, and thousands of years of history put in the way of understanding. Maybe it was the hot blood of her Irish ancestry or being red headed, but she felt the desire to rebel against such constructs and push forward to wherever they might say to stop and turn back. Why should the growth of any individual or any society be limited just because some people could not come to accept or understand a new meaning of their lives?
She was dressed for the warm weather, wearing a pair of khaki shorts, wine leather boots, and a cyan blouse, with a white bandanna that had navy anchors on it covering her hair. She had with her a notebook that was filled from front to back with the notes of the various astronomical objects she was tracking when allowed time on one of the planetarium's powerful telescopes. It was not every trip she was granted access, though it was more often than not, which Teagan wondered if working for Ark had any influence over.
This afternoon though, it seemed that another Ark employee had beaten her to the punch, though who and to what ends the receptionist did not say. "Who on this green Earth thinks they can spy on me I wonder? Is it Archie, he did seem a bit of a pyscho, but not exactly a creeper. There was that new tech, who was good with computer hacking, but they do not seem the sort to come out to the outskirts of a desert. Who indeed..."
Luckily enough for her sanity and the boon for Ark as well as the remnants of her modeling career, there was a place in Los Angeles, more on the very outskirts of it really, that helped soothe her. The Griffith Observatory, one of California's finest planetariums, and just far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the metroplex to actually be worth the money that was put into it. It was a bit of a drive from the city to the observatory, but it helped rid the possibility of light pollution completely putting the instruments to waste.
Teagan had decided to take the afternoon and evening to visit the planetarium once more, as she found the study of the stars quite interesting. Humanity and Earth's place in the universe was so insignificant, when you took a look at the grand picture and the length for which the known universe is thought to be believed. However where most would find themselves daunted and overly awed by the concept of being not even a grain of sand in the timeline of the universe, it invigorated Teagan. It was proof to her that even the most complex and amazing things can have the smallest beginnings.
What's more, it was pursuit of knowledge to help humanity further understand their place in the world, in the universe. It pushed the boundaries that faith, society, and thousands of years of history put in the way of understanding. Maybe it was the hot blood of her Irish ancestry or being red headed, but she felt the desire to rebel against such constructs and push forward to wherever they might say to stop and turn back. Why should the growth of any individual or any society be limited just because some people could not come to accept or understand a new meaning of their lives?
She was dressed for the warm weather, wearing a pair of khaki shorts, wine leather boots, and a cyan blouse, with a white bandanna that had navy anchors on it covering her hair. She had with her a notebook that was filled from front to back with the notes of the various astronomical objects she was tracking when allowed time on one of the planetarium's powerful telescopes. It was not every trip she was granted access, though it was more often than not, which Teagan wondered if working for Ark had any influence over.
This afternoon though, it seemed that another Ark employee had beaten her to the punch, though who and to what ends the receptionist did not say. "Who on this green Earth thinks they can spy on me I wonder? Is it Archie, he did seem a bit of a pyscho, but not exactly a creeper. There was that new tech, who was good with computer hacking, but they do not seem the sort to come out to the outskirts of a desert. Who indeed..."