Fourth floor common room, Saturday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had stretched out a large piece of posterboard over the table and had poured out a number of china shards in a pile beside him from the large sack that was on the floor at his feet. He was carefully sorting through the shards, picking out some to glue to the cardboard.

Just a little arts and crafts project on a Saturday night.

[ooc: this would be what's left of the kitten plates. open for anyone who wants to watch or help with the project. ;)]

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[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel looked at the materials and shrugged. "Just looks like a bunch of broken dishes. So you must have one mongo sized motivation."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"These dishes might have originally had a kinda feline motif," Dean said.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"I heard about a certain faculty-type person who had something like that," Mel said with a smirk.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You heard right. You might have also heard that a couple of enterprising souls betook a redecorating for said faculty-type person."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel took a look at the shards again and grinned. "So what are you making a mosaic of?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not entirely sure what the finished product is going to be," he admitted. "But something obscene, we decided."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Niiiiiiice," Mel said with an approving grin. "I fully approve."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Alec's really the one with the artistic vision," Dean said with a fond smile. "I just provide the materials and the occasional suggestion."