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Multiversal Museum Exhibit - Ryslig
Aug. 30th, 2021 07:10 pmA replica of his room at the Umbrella Academy has been constructed in the midst of the Museum: a small room with green walls, its furniture scaled for a young teen, the furniture and decorations sparse. The paint is covered with elaborate equations in white chalk on every available surface. (The linked Tumblr has SO MANY details so I'll just share a few choice images from it here.)
The devil in this exhibit is in the details. Through the hole that has been punched in the wardrobe, guests can see a larger, open space. This is an installation exhibit without ropes, and though most things are glued down, guests are encouraged to open the wardrobe and go through ... into another room of equal size that looks like the ruins of a library covered in rambling ivy vines. Again, more chalk equations cover the walls. Among the rubble, the floor is littered with empty bottles of liquor, their labels long faded, corks and caps discarded every which way. There are stacks and stacks of books, various mechanical parts, and guns. So many guns. Most are shotguns or other rifles, but there are a few handguns tossed in among them. Grenades and ammo magazines nestled between the books on the shelves that are still intact. In a chair, where there is the dusty outline of a slim oval (perhaps as though a certain mannequin once sat there), sits one lone glass eye.
The Gift Shop has four things for sale: pump action water rifles with bright orange safety tips, bottles of margarita mix ("Just add Tequila!"), black domino masks, and bags of coffee-flavored hard candy.
The devil in this exhibit is in the details. Through the hole that has been punched in the wardrobe, guests can see a larger, open space. This is an installation exhibit without ropes, and though most things are glued down, guests are encouraged to open the wardrobe and go through ... into another room of equal size that looks like the ruins of a library covered in rambling ivy vines. Again, more chalk equations cover the walls. Among the rubble, the floor is littered with empty bottles of liquor, their labels long faded, corks and caps discarded every which way. There are stacks and stacks of books, various mechanical parts, and guns. So many guns. Most are shotguns or other rifles, but there are a few handguns tossed in among them. Grenades and ammo magazines nestled between the books on the shelves that are still intact. In a chair, where there is the dusty outline of a slim oval (perhaps as though a certain mannequin once sat there), sits one lone glass eye.
The Gift Shop has four things for sale: pump action water rifles with bright orange safety tips, bottles of margarita mix ("Just add Tequila!"), black domino masks, and bags of coffee-flavored hard candy.
