The Reno

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It was a bright Sunday morning, and Artison and I got our heavy tools and headed off to the broken-down museum. We stopped by at Liberty's and Travis' place, same went for Crystal's apartment to pick them up.

As we arrived shortly at the museum, mouldy planks barred the windows, thick cobwebs covered the ceiling. Some of us retched and felt genuinely disgusted. We didn't stood around long, we needed to make it beautiful once again like Disney On Ice! I gave out duties immediately. Liberty and Travis were responsible for the upper floors while Crystal took the smelly washrooms(voluntarily!). Lastly, Artison and I were taking the ground floor, but Crystal, even though self-volunteered, needed more help than expected, so I volunteered too to help her. *Artison's POV*
This historical museum needs alot of work. I had to work on a little broken studio on ground floor, but as I slowly cleaned, the long-lost charm of the museum began to reveal itself.
*Liberty's POV*
The upper floor had alot of mysterious moving boxes. Most of them were filled with well-preserved Winterfest decor, centuries-old arts and the funniest face masks. Well, they looked normal but Travis made them a joke. It made me crack the moment they were placed on his face. Artison from downstairs had to even look up through the torn mezzanine to check if everything was alright. At that point, I thought I die from laughter. Hahaha! *Mariam's POV*
Everything was going smoothly. We finished the horrendous washroom that required more than expected. We had a break at the park area at the back of the building, where the Autumn Food Stall had haggling prices. We had an amazing time and bonded closely more than ever. We returned back to work after we were done.

Night had fallen and we had the final touches done. We hung all my masterpieces throughout my years. Artison gave me some of his which were beautiful comic art. It looked brilliant! All that was left to do was a name, a fantastic, mystifying name, a name that will go down to history books. I'm calling it, The Museum of Uncommon Arts! It fits on every aspect! We loved it, now we can admire our work...

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