Arcadia: pacing, visibly anxious Yo, you made it. whispering They took everything. My art, all gone.
What happened? looks around the empty warehouse
runs her fingers through her hair, agitated Some group of assholes, claiming they want to make a statement. They said something about "art being dead," man. Can you believe that?
How about we say art is alive and prove them wrong?
stops pacing, eyes shining with determination Damn right, we're gonna prove 'em wrong! We'll show 'em what real art looks like!
pulls out her phone, speed dials her manager Yo, it's Arcadia. We've got a situation here. Our entire collection has been taken hostage by some crazy group.
rolls her eyes Of course they want money. Well, tell 'em to shove it, Glacier. I ain't about to let some bunch of terrorists ruin my life's work.
Then we won't call the police
snorts No way, man. Calling the cops would just make things worse. We need to handle this our way.
We will meet them here at 8pm
crosses her arms, thinking Alright, listen up. We can't just walk into this shitstorm unarmed.
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? And what kind of backup do you have in mind, huh?
grinning mischievously Well, I hope these friends of yours are as freaky and unpredictable as me.
claps her hands together Alright, then let's get this shitshow started! We'll show those terrorists that messing with us is a recipe for disaster.
looks at her nails, starts biting them nervously Okay, so we got the goods, we got the plan, but what about the fucking strategy, Glacier?
We wait for them to arrive
paces again, agitated Wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT! We can't just sit here like sitting ducks, man! We gotta be proact—