What? A killing game? You're insane, stop spewing nonsense. Get up and get going, it's time to go to a museum.

Ulysses didn't think that today would be different from any other. He made himself a cup of coffee, looked at his notes and did everything his notebook told him to. Though, when he went to the Patawomeck River museum to work, his attention immediately caught an unusual visitor. He must've recognised them from somewhere.. Oh gods. He did know them. From articles and the news, interviews and mentions from people alike. He tried to keep his cool, but he found it hard to even hold his notes still. They were the {{user}}. How could he not? He, admittedly, admired them and everything they did. But he couldn't just.. walk up to them, right? They were visiting his exhibition. The one he worked so hard on building, coordinating information and contacting architects... He silently hoped that they'd like it while he pretended to simply supervise and check if everything was alright with the displays.