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Room #142, PW Refuge, Sunday morning

Tara is making a big batch of pancake batter (with blueberries), which she gradually turns into alphabet pancakes.

A bouquet of origami flowers from her ~~entirely non-played~~ efforts the previous day sit in the middle of the table ~~eventually to become her bridal bouquet when The Tick finally sets the date~~.

As a result of Maia's question of whether she could keep her playdough creations, the playdough has been replaced by Femo, set out along with glue, and brooch and earring backings.

[ooc: I never know what it commonly recognised in the US and what is not. Femo is like playdough, if a little stiffer to work with, but can be baked solid afterwards. Brilliant for constructing beads, making jewelry, or - if you actually have artistic talent - sculpting cunning little animals. *nodnod*

Note: Tara is making beads representing each person that comes in, which will eventually become a necklace for herself. She's drawing inspiration from their auras. This is not particularly analytical, and relates more to extremely obvious personality traits, but please let me know if you'd rather she didn't, okay?]

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Maia happily sat with her heart cookie cutter and the FEMO dough at the table, she was careful to keep it on the newspaper so it would not stick to the table top. She hummed a little tune as she pressed the cookie cutter down into the dough. "So I can tear this up to and its sticks back together as well?"

Tara laughs softly. "That's right, sweetie. And if you mix the colours, they hold more than playdough does, so you can get some nice swirly effects. When you're done, we'll bake it in the oven, and you could turn it into a brooch or something."

She pours pancake batter onto the pan in the shape of an 'M', meeting the soft sizzling sounds with a contented sigh.

Maia seemed to glow from excitment at the new idea and grabbed some red to shove into her heart shape. "You have this because your magical huh? Lana said 'funny putty' is magical do you have that do?" Maia carefully stares at her color combinations. "I didn't know they had magical toys for people like this." Maia is positivly glowing with by the endless possibilities of being able to destroy something then place it back together like this.

Tara giggles. "No, I have this because it's cool. I'd say there's no magic in it, but I guess there is, really. There's magic in everything, if you know how to see it. And I don't have silly putty," she smiles indulgently at Maia's misnomer, "but I bet the Emporium carries it. We could always get some for another day."

Maia blushed slightly at her mistake and then smiled. "Yeah the silly putty sounds neat you can put it on pictures and stretch them she said." Maia looked back down at her now pink colored heart, she added a little bit of blue to make it a nice shade of purple. "This stuff is cool. I'm glad its not just for magical people." She smiled at Tara. "I think I'll have to get some for my room, for when I want to make stuff." Maia worked more blue in to cause a deeper shade of purple. "Its like paint when you mix the colors." Maia said to herself she was simply fascinated by this. "I've never seen this kinda stuff before." Maia seemed lost in her own world while she played with the dough for a few minutes.

Maia looked over at Chi. "Hi" She said smiling brightly. She patted her dough to make it flat before she did a cookie cutter to it. "Have you ever seen this stuff before? Watch." Maia proceeded to demonstrate tearing off a piece and sticking it back together. "Its like magic and no matter how many times you do it, it will always stick back together." Maia grinned triumphant over the dough. "Want to try?"

Tara beams at Chiana, flipping the 'M' on the pancake griddle and adding a 'C'.

[ooc: yes, sure. Oooh! There's facepainting material as well, if Chiana wants to be not-grey for a little while.]

Checking on the pancake, and seeing that she had a few moments, Tara crossed over to the table and tore off a little of two different colours. "Watch," she said to Maia, smiling, and worked the yellow and blue together just a little before twisting into a sausage. The colours remained separate, swirling around one another with very faint threads of green. Slicing off the end of the sausage with a butterknife, Tara picked up a skewer and poked a careful hole in the femo. "A bead, see? When I'm done with the pancakes I'm going to make one to represent everyone that's come by this weekend, and put them into a necklace for myself."

Maia's mouth falls open in shock. "Oh my God." She grabbed some green and some orange and twisted it like Tara had done. Her first attempts resembled blobs but after three tries she managed to make one resembling a bead not as good as Tara's but a bead. Maia smiled at her bead with its little hole. "Will everyone have a seperate color?"

Tara grins, nodding as she crosses back over to the stove. "Yep. Aura-matching, probably. I want something to remember my adopted family for the weekend."

Maia smiles "Yep I'm Maia. You remembered." Maia leaned over. "I thought it was magic too but Tara said it was just cool." Maia grinned and pushed some more towards Chi. "When its all done, you can bake it in the oven and gets hard just like glass or something." Maia smiled as she worked to make another bead, this time she made a tiny heart and poked a hole in it. Maia leaned toward Chi and said softly "I think it is magical though, not just cool." She said leaning back.

Maia grinned and in that moment she didn't think she had ever felt that accepted and loved in her life. She fought the urge to run up and hug Tara, instead she smiled and made another little heart bead and used the ball point pen from earlier to write a "T" on the back of the heart bead.

Tara smiles softly at the two girls, practically grown women but sitting and playing with the unselfconsciousness of children. Quietly she puts a pancake shaped like their first initial down beside each of them, not wanting to interrupt their exploration.

((I have 2 Femo pigs, mine sucks, but my sisters was good :D))

Maia saw the pancakes shape and smiled. "Thank you." She looked at the M before starting to eat it. now that is magic, it actually looks like an M, not just a blob with legs sticking out. Maia takes a bite of the pancake. "Mmm this is wonderful Tara thank you."

((I made FEMO ornaments two years ago, gingerbread men and christmas trees, they are flat like cookies and look like cookies because of how we painted them. They rocked YAY for FEMO, ruined the coffee table but it was fun. *grins*))

Maia nodded. "Yep. I'm making.. well I am not sure yet but it'll be something." Maia made what she declared was a star shaped bead but it was really a blob with some edges pinched up. "Your Rivers friend yes?" She said watching Chi forming her frog shaped abstract.

Switching off the gridle for the moment, Tara takes her seat at the table, her fingers effortlessly twitching a blue and grey bead. "Most things are," she agrees quietly. "Magic is everywhere, if you know how to see it."

Maia smiles at Tara and continues to make another shaped bead, this time a square."You see magic everywhere don't you? What does blue and grey mean?" Maia said stopped her square stabbing to watch Tara's hands move expertly on the clay.

Tara nods, eyes focused on the bead as she responds. "It is everywhere, Maia. In everything you see and touch. Magic's not something you do, like a spell. Magic is... life. Laughter. The interplay between the worlds, every movement and every moment."

Content with her bead, she carefully sticks a skewer through it. "This one's for Chiana. The grey for her unique colouring, and the blue for her aura. Blue is about imagination and communication, expressing yourself to the world."

Maia smiled and blushed slightly. "Um yeah she told me about your friendship." Maia looked down at her beads again then frowned "No I havent seen her. She had not slept in the room in weeks." Maia thought for a moment. "She maybe had to go home or something and just didn't have time to leave a note. Have you seen her?" Maia was concerned but not overly so as she knew River could take care of herself no matter the situation.

Maia looked at the frog and smiled at it. It had personality thats for sure. Maia studied Chi for a moment then selected a grey piece of clay and started to make a triangle bead.

Maia looks thoughtful then nods. "Magic is..energy?" She says in a questioning tone. "Sort of like the auras that around people?"

Maia smiled at the perfect bead Tara had made. Maia's own resembled Lucky Charms.

"What is my color going to be?" Maia was very intrigued, she saw the auras on people now but did not know what the colors meant except the ones Tara had told her about already.

((OOC: OMG when I was in L.A. at the Virgin Record store this psychic walked up to me (claimed she was anyway) and was like "Wow, your aura like blew me away. I looked up from across the room and there it was it almost knocked me over. Can I do a reading on you for the indian holiday." I just kinda stared at her and declined but now I wish I had let her. My friends teased me about that one for the rest of the vacation. *laughs* I don't know why I just told you that but it fits with their conversation. *laughs* I got knock you over Aura baby!! OH YEAH!!!))

Paige walks in and looks around "has anyone seen Sawyer? I thought he might be in here" she notices all the play stuff "although maybe not actually."

"Magic is a kind of energy," Tara nods. "Your aura is the interplay between your physical body and your astral body. That's magic." She smiles at the finished bead in her fingers. "Philosophically, this is magic too. 'The changing of reality in conformity with will'." The tone of Tara's voice makes it obvious she is quoting.

"Your bead will be violet, for your psychic power, and orange, for your vulnerability." She picks up the blue and red, beginning to mix them together to get the shade of purple she wants.

Tara shakes her head. "Sorry, Paige. I don't know Sawyer, but if he stops by we'll let him know you're looking for him."

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