Autumn had arrived in the USA, and Pillage accompanies the president and his wife to a art exhibition and a theater show...needless to say they are all surprise at his reaction to both.

Raider of the Arts

September 25, 1920; Smithsonian American Art Museum...

Fall had arrived at last, the crisp air and changing leaves forming around the area. This time of year was known as the start of the cozy season, all walking and enjoying the scene as they head inside...

AND He had no idea how this would end. He had no idea if it would end well. President Woodrow Wilson was innerly panicking as the RAIDER RUSHER was looking around the art museum.

President Woodrow Wilson: Oh boy...how did I end up here?

Few hours ago...

Liberty: An art exhibition?

The Rusherz were in the office as per the presidents request, wishing to tell them of his absence this evening.

President Woodrow Wilson: Yes, this evening I will be at a art exhibition as well as a show with my wife.

Stampede: The arts...we have not seen any of the arts on this planet. Do you mind if one of us accompany you for research?

Woodrow gave a thought, nodding.

President Woodrow Wilson: That would be a good idea for you to see the finest creations made by man. Do you have anyone in mind.

Arrow-Head: If I may, i have someone in mind-

Back to right now...

PILLAGE. They choose Pillage. He had NO IDEA how differnt the Raider Rusher was to the actual Raiders on earth. Reason for his questionings on this Rusher was when they found him, he was reading the book on Shakespeare. The same one they read months back in February. This time he was not in tears shaking, seeing that he had a calm mind reading the book this time around..and being interested. So, he agreed and so far all was gone well.

Edith Wilson: I must say, he seems very invested.

President Woodrow Wilson: He is. I just hope all goes well.

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Two men looked at a art work, the fine creation names "Enclosed Wheat Field in the Rain By Vincent Van Gogh".

Man 1: I still wonder what compelled him to make such a piece. What does it mean?

Man 2: A man lost in thought, from the unseen light.

Man 1: No no, it must be the sorrow of unsaled work-

?: Actually it's the mind of a man in grief wondering if he would be remembered by a society that did not look upon the mind and just the face. The rain represents the amount of sorrow and fear as such.

Both men looked around, before theirs and the president and first lady's eyes fell too-

Pillage: Perhaps he is relieved he is being remembered now even after a long period of time. *looks at the men* May I ask more who this Van Gogh was?

Both men looked shock, but regain composer.

Man 1: People consider him to be a torture artist, he was very ill mentally and that eventually took his life.

Pillage: From his broken mind hands right?

THAT caught Their attention.

Man 2: By his-mind?

Pillage: From what I read around Van Gogh suffered from ill health, solitude, psychosis and delusions. It resulted in depression and given how the time period was, no human knew how to handled such a illness. His only salvation was that of his brother Theo...I can't help but feel sorry for a man who should not have been born in that time period.

Both men nodded in agreement with the Raider's statement as Woodrow and Edith watched.

Edith Wilson: *awe* Such profound words.

President Woodrow Wilson: Indeed. I am sure Vincent heard this and feels at ease. Pillage has quite an eye for the arts. *walks over; tips his hat* Evening gentlemen.

Men: Evening Mr. President.

Pillage: *looks at him* Such fine pieces of work Woodrow, and this Van Gogh was a genius..Ashamed that he was born during a time were the health of the mind was not thought of.

President Woodrow Wilson: *turns him to another* This one is more of a bright side.

Pillage eyes widen at the art work, slowly walking over. It read "The Starry Night".

Pillage: *small tear falls* Gorgeous. This one, I think, this one shows that the stars were his escape from the sorrow. I think he has a great view of them now.

Edith went down nodding.

Edith Wilson: Indeed he does my dear, indeed he does.

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Bit later, Howard Theater...

Pillage looked around in awe at the theater from the outside, taking in the crisp fall air.

Pillage: I must say, this planet changing environment with the seasons is amazing. Kinda wish we had that on our old planet.

Edith Wilson: Season's didn't change?

Pillage: No, more like leaves didn't fall. *Looks over* From what I heard from Swoop, only evergreens last the cold season.

President Woodrow Wilson: You are correct. Oh just you wait till the end of November.

Pillage interest was peeked again as they headed to the door.

Pillage: I have to thank you for the invite. Those paintings were beautiful, I must give credit to the artist. They have great imagination and passion to show their emotions on canvas.

Woodrow had to admit, the Raider Rusher had a keen eye for the arts. They doors opened as they walked in-Pillage hesitated.

Pillage: Um-I THINK I'm under dressed.

Pillage looked around seeing everyone dressing fancy, and he felt he was a bit out of place.

Edith Wilson: *looks at him* Well...I think you don't need to worry too much, you got the colors right.

Pillage looked again seeing all the men in black and white suits, before looking at himself.

Pillage: Alright, trust you Edith...*walks with them* So, what production are we seeing?

President Woodrow Wilson: We are seeing the stage production of 'Hamlet'.

Pillage: *remembers* OH! From William Shakespeare. I finished reading that just as you guys came in, wonder how seeing it on stage will be like?

Edith Wilson: Well it will be quite a experience.

They reached the door as the usher nodded.

Usher: *bows* Mr. and Mrs. President-

Pillage: Um, you mean Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.

Both couldn't help but chuckled quietly, even the Usher couldn't help but grin.

Pillage: Seriously the title isn't you two's name. Why do they call you Mr. President?

President Woodrow Wilson: It's just a common style of addressing the person in the position.

Pillage: But that's not your last name.

Edith Wilson: If it helps, they call us by our last names as well.

Pillage smiled as the Usher lead them to their seats.

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Pillage: Whoa...this place is amazing.

Pillage looked around the area seeing the audience sitting and waiting.

President Woodrow Wilson: *Smiles* I know, glorious place. Music venues are played here as well. Many stars do their acts here as well so it is quite popular.

Pillage smiled as the lights dimmed.

Edith Wilson: Ah! The show is about to start.

The area went silent as the music played...but deep down Woodrow and Edith were both curious and worried on how Pillage would handle the theater aspect of the arts.

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REACTION NOT EXPECT. Pillage was practically leaning forward that the person in front had to quietly laugh and move to the side a bit for him to see.

Pillage was IN PURE AWE. He made the scenes in his head as he read but seeing it in action was a WHOLE DIFFERENT GAME. He felt so many emotions watching the show; disgust towards the uncle cause WHO WOULD MARRY YOUR BROTHERS WIFE, grief towards the queen who was being used as a pawn in all this, annoyance at the uncle who was bring a brick wall to his own daughter's feelings, sorrow towards the daughters descent into the madness of her grief, anger with the brother who was being played as a fool and who lost his sister in the chaos, and heartbreak...for Hamlet, who had gone through so much and yet had to sacrifice himself just to prove the truth in the end.

And, once the final lights dimmed...Loud clapping was heard first. All, including the president and his wife, turned to see Pillage clapping standing on his chair. He had tears for sure, but he was also smiling.

Pillage: *joy;tears* MAGNIFICENT!

Soon the audience joined in standing and applauding as the actors and actresses appeared on stage when the lights came on. At this moment it was clear-

President Woodrow and Edith Wilson: *awe* He's a natural born theatergoer! A LOVER OF THE ARTS!

White house, that evening...

Pillage: *joy* That! Was! A! EXPERIENCE!

Pillage came in with the president and his wife, all were still smiling.

Pillage: *joy* I mean the art, the show, the atmosphere! It was incredible!

President Woodrow Wilson: *Chuckles* I'm glad you enjoyed the evening. I must admit I was a BIT worried about tonight.

Pillage: *smirks* Cause a Raider on you planet means-one who plunders and steals.

Both stopped turning to see Pillage chucking.

Pillage: If it helps I had no idea what theater shows were like, or what art works were like on this plant. But I must congratulations you two, you made me a fan of the arts here.

Woodrow and Edith blinked, then smile.

Edith Wilson: I'm glad you had fun, and you have something to look forward too.

Pillage: *nods* I'll have to look into other shows, I'm sure the others would want to see them too!

Pillage gave a sweet smile, before bowing.

Pillage: I thank you two once again for the lovely evening. I hope you both have a wonderful night.

Woodrow and Edith warmly smile, bowing as well.

President Woodrow Wilson: We hope you have a nice evening as well, and thank you for accompany me.

Pillage nodded as he went off to find the others.

Edith Wilson: Such a kind Gentlemen.

President Woodrow Wilson: I agree, these Rusherz are gentlemen to the core...*smirks* EVEN if they get plastered they are still a gentlemen.

Edith laughed agreeing, still laughing at the certain recent incident that involved a Viking Rusher and alcohol.

Pillage was around the others at that time telling him of his evening with gusto and joy, the others listening in intrigue and wonder. Needless to say, the Rush Zone was introduced to the next oldest entertainment venue next to sports; and they looked forward to seeing the theatrical world.

And Pillage would always remember this autumn day...Autumn, also known as Fall, he was going to love this season.