by Narrator » Sat Jan 01, 2022 3:13 am
It doesn't take a heck of a lot of effort to break into the room, but it does take some effort, pulling down the lock with some force. Enough to make it feel like, yes, it is a bit of an invasion of privacy; something Katarina has locked away a little bit, even if it wasn't that inaccessible.
It was another room to the museum, and probably not one suitable for a general admission crowd, seeing as how anyone brave enough to enter the room would be immediately greeted by a very large painting of Katarina and multiple Jezii, in a position Sam wasn't entirely sure was physically possible.
Casting one's eyes away from that at a moment, the rest of the room was explicit, yes, but not pornographic. Mind you, this was definitely the Horny Room of the museum, and there was more than a fair amount of displays and objects explicating ideas and fantasies that a clearly inexperienced young woman had -- X-rated ideas from a G-level life -- but it wasn't all questionable anatomy and unidentifiable toys. There were more passages from books, steamy scenes underlined and highlights. Clips from movies, from television shows, from the news, from music that had obviously had had some sort of a subconscious impact on the young Katarina -- Mulan, Jasmine from Aladdin, the Hex Girls from Scooby Doo, Storm, the songs "Torn" and "Wannabe". There were pictures of real people in Symkarian uniforms -- presumably, people Katarina had known growing up, or who had caught her eye and stuck in her mind for reasons that weren't entirely clear.
And there was a growing section of more mundane moments -- the receipt from Jez and Katarina going to a diner, several failed attempts at making some Symkarian goulash, a slightly older-model video game console, a golden egg. Signs that, hey, this wasn't just hormones going crazy in here (though, yes, the hormones, they be going crazy).
Just like in the main wings, all of these exhibits had notes attached to them as well, explaining what they were. But unlike those professionally-typed notes, dispassionately explaining moments both triumphant and embarrassing to the masses, these were handwritten. In a practiced, steady hand, mind you, but not professionally typed. And they were much harsher -- attacking Katarina, calling her promiscuous, and unclean, and a freak; slurs in both English and Symkarian, underlined and highlighted. Unnatural; immoral; a shame to her family and her country. "The corruption of the decadent west," when it came to the media. Any and all of this, proof positive, if it needed to be stated, that Katarina was unfit to sit on a throne.
Near the back, a woman in a docent's uniform was setting up the latest exhibit; a small diorama of Katarina and multiple Jezii dancing at the Mutant Festival. It wasn't Katarina, though there was some resemblance there, as she carefully arranged the figures into their proper positions.