Fifth floor common room, Monday after 1st period

[nadiathesaint]

Having spent pretty much the entire day yesterday hiding in her bed, Nadia decided to do something interesting today. Not cooking, she did that all the time, but something that was new and different, even for Fandom.

Which is why she's spread out an enormous piece of paper in the corner of the room (away from the television and the kitchen, so she wasn't completely taking over), lined the edges with buckets of paint, rolled up her pants to just below her knees and was currently very slowly and very carefully dancing on the paper with paint covered feet.

She's humming to herself, and the paper is most certainly large enough for dance partners.

[ooc: Yes, she's painting with her feet. And yes, the post is open. Not just for foot-painting, either.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had a cup of coffee halfway to his mouth and both eyebrows halfway to recently-demoted Pluto as he stood in the doorway.

"Funky form of exercise, or instructional charts for dance class?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Both? I don't know, I just wanted to do something different." Nadia held both arms straight out to maintain her balance.

Wet feet plus dancing tended to equal falling on one's face, after all.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Well, you get five million points for creativity." Anders grinned. "If this is part of the secret plan, though, better hide the artwork afterward."

[nadiathesaint]

"Not if I want to use it as a distraction," Nadia carefully dipped her foot into one of the buckets of paint. "Wanna try?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Sure, why not?" Anders kicked off his shoes, toed his socks off, and stuck his toes into a bucket of blue paint before stepping onto the paper. "Whoa. Slippery."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled. "Gotta be careful. Move slowly."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders did a weird little spirally doodle with the blue paint, then used some red and yellow to do a C-Bucs logo (because he's so predictable sometimes) above it.

"Kind of like figure skating without the freezing your ass off."

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh, this is definitely much better than ice skating."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty had been wandering around the dorm after his first period class and stopped when he saw Nadia "painting."

"This isn't the result of some dream interpretation, is it?" Marty asked in a light tone of voice.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yes. My dreams instructed me to dance with my feet." Nadia paused in her attempts to figure out how to pivot turn without ripping the paper and waved to Marty. "Wanna try?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Is there something wrong with your hands?" Cally asked, wandering in.

[nadiathesaint]

"Nope," Nadia stuck her tongue out slightly as she brushed her big toe along the paper in a short kicking move.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

[nadiathesaint]

This time, Nadia just stuck her tongue out at Cally. "I'm having fun."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Cally said. "Crazy girl." She went to pour herself a bowl of Count Chocula.

"Walter ask you to Homecoming yet?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Yup. I made him work for it. What about you? Going with Mac?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Yep," Cally said, smiling like an idiot. "Might be tryin' to help Bel with cindering up Phoebe for Homecoming, too."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stopped mid-ball-change and stared at Cally. "Helping Bel do what?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

There had been noises from the common room for some time, and Berthold had sneaked out, covered by his blanket, in hope that there might be food.

No tantalizing smells appeared however, and he stopped on the floor, squealing miserably.

[nadiathesaint]

Oh, look, it was the noise making blanket again. Nadia paused in her dancing and wondered what the heck she was supposed to do about it.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold squealed again and extended a tentacle. Good, he had got someones attention. That might result in food.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia just kind of scowled at the thing, wondering what it wanted from her.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

This human didn't seem very clever. Berthold tried wiggling his tentacles instead.

[nadiathesaint]

Delightful. The tentacled thing was wriggling. If it was someone's pet or something, then they should be along to feed it. Either way, it wasn't Nadia's responsibility.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Annoying human. Berthild began to squeal again, trying to sound as miserable as possible.