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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night

Naminé had spread a large canvas over most of the floor in the common room. Around the edges there were paints, brushes, charcoals, crayons, colored pencils, all sorts of ~~moddable~~ art supplies.

Near one edge she was working on a sketch of a tree, and a rather-less-white-than-before gorgeous long-haired cat was wandering through the center, tracking some (non-toxic and safe for cats) paint-covered pawprints as she went.

Art, Naminé felt, was best expressed as chaos.

(Very open, as common rooms are! Come make art.)

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There had to be some food he didn't have to cook somewhere in the dorms; Romeo knew it.

Even if he couldn't precisely find it. Working his way down, he was on the second floor when at last he spotted life in a common room.

No food, but life nonetheless. Sighing and abandoning his quest, he went to get some chips out of a cupboard before curiosity overtook him, and he asked ...

"Good e'en, Namine. What kind of project is this?"

"Romeo," she said, looking up from her tree with a smile. "I felt like making some art. I thought maybe others might want to, as well. At least Alea seems to be enjoying herself."

She nodded to the pure-white cat, who was now scratching the edge of the paper and chewing on it.

Sokka, chinchilla in hand, poked his nose into the room. "Oooh! Outstanding!" He grinned and puffed up his chest a bit. "I'm a bit of an artist, myself. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Sokka," Naminé beamed. "I don't believe you did. I could use your assistance, then. Please, have a seat."

Sokka grinned, rubbed his hands together, and sat down to paint his own tree. He became so engrossed with the detailwork on the robots living in the tree and the spaceships they were shooting lasers at that he didn't notice Momo Jr. scampering around the room, trying to hide from Alea.

An evening temptation for perhaps something to calm her nerves before sleeping to help stave off the continuing of bad dreams, Adah had to admit a little bit of surprise at the apparent transformation that the common room had taken. She leaned on the doorframe, her usual tendency when she was on the edge of entering a room with other people inside, and tilted her head against it, quietly looking at the canvas and the things being painted, drawn, scribble onto it so far. She did a quick calculation of exactly how big it was, based on feet....

Sokka waved at Romeo. "Hey, fellow Girl! How goes it?"

Naminé looked up, then smiled tentatively at the girl in the doorway. "I hope you don't mind the invasion," she said, gesturing to the canvas. "But you're more than welcome to join us. Please."

"She seems to be a very artistic cat," Romeo agreed. "Working mostly in the medium of tooth and claw, but that's good for an artist."

He put down his chips and picked up a marker. "I don't usually make art, but i can try not to deface the paper too badly."

Alea, for her part, wasn't sure if Momo Jr. counted as a playmate or a potential food source. There was no reason he couldn't be both, she supposed, flicking her tail once or twice and studying the chinchilla's movements.

"Hello, Girl!" Romeo practically bounced. "Things are amazing. Did you go to the dance?"

Sokka waved at the flirtary lady and tried to remember the last time they'd spoken. Not for a few weeks, anyway. "Hello!"

"It gets back to basics, doesn't it?" Naminé laughed. "There's something very regal to cats, even when they're vicious. Perhaps especially then. You would laugh at how many sketches I have of her, I think."

She switched to a bright pink crayon, intent on adding leaves. "It's a collaborative work; any addition is welcome, and adds to the chaos. And I assure you, my artistic skill pales considerably to my artistic enthusiasm. But I enjoy it too much to mind. I sometimes feel as though the finished product is just a leftover of sorts, and the act of creating is really the art."

Out of all the things that Adah could imagine for someone to cause an invasion of, canvas and paints and crayons were really not too terrible. She didn't seem to respond at first, though, still leaning, watching, tracing the trail of tiny, eerily perfect paws traversing the expanse. She blinked, shook her head just slightly, at the image of six-toed footprints popping up after them, imprinted on her mind alone. Not the sort of thing to think about before sleeping, that was for sure.

It would almost seem like she was ignoring the other girl entirely if it weren't for the fact that, just when the moment stretched toward that point, she pushed off the doorframe, heavily, like her thin body contained too much weight, and limped into the room. Carefully, using an arm of a chair to help her, she lowered herself down, not too far away from the other girl, in front of a small box of oil crayons. She quietly glanced over the space in front of her, judging it, measuring it, deciding how best to use it, and then picked up a bright green color and leaned in, close, dark hair practically touching the sheet of canvas as it tumbled forward, and started to make a long, curving line.

Momo Jr's world, on the other hand, was divided into people who petted him, things to run away from, things to gnaw on, and things to do the backstroke in. Eventually, he poked his nose out of his hiding place and started slowly advancing on Alea, sniffing cautiously.

For his part, Sokka was busy painting a magical mist-shrouded mountain beyond a beautiful river valley, from which an army of monkey spirits was emerging to do battle with the tree robots.

Adah's eyes were slow in responding to the greeting, still sweeping over the span of canvas and its current decorations, before she turned her head dully toward him. She gave a short, slightly jerking nod, and a lift of her hand in a wave back.

Sokka grinned. "BOO-yah. You better believe it!!! I had all kinds of girls hanging off me, and I danced the night away. It ROCKED."

Sokka grinned and beckoned her over. "It's drawing time!" he said, proudly displaying his magnificent* handiwork with a sweep of his arm.

*Sokka thinks it's magnificent. I certainly don't. And neither do you. Trust me.

Romeo nodded, busying himself in drawing a loose sketch of an angel, or possibly a girl in an angel costume. She hovered far over Namine's plants, blobby wings spread.

"I like that thought," he said finally. "Living is what matters, not what we leave behind."

"Then you did better than me, at least by numbers. I only had one girl hanging off me," Romeo teased. "But it was the right girl."

Alea was certainly not watching Momo, Jr. Not with the way she was licking herself delicately, stretching out here and there, and seeming entirely approachable.

Naminé, for her part, was looking up with a frown. "Sokka ... ?"

Joining the culminating, communal collection of art ~~la la handwavey as already done in another thread~~, Adah allowed herself a moment to view this work that he seemed so incredibly proud of. Minimalist didn't quite seem to cover it; primitive, perhaps, childish, adolescant...primal. There was the word she was looking for. It called up diagrams made by Ruth May in the red dust of Kilanga's streets, the ones that attempted (and failed) to explain to the village children the parables of the Bible and how to play Mother May I? She grinned, giving Sokka an approving, impressed* nod.

*But not really.

"I felt like drawing trees," Naminé admitted in a low voice. "There's something reassuring about them. As though they're clucking their tongues at us, so impulsive and restless, unable to sit and reach into the earth and taste the sky."

Glancing up to notice Adah, Romeo gave her a smile and a wave, then went back to coloring in the wings on his angel.

"Art is very of the moment," she said, nodding. "Or perhaps I like that thought simply because it excuses the inadequacy of the drawings that result. Well, then, they simply don't matter; how convenient, isn't it?"

From the way her eyes were dancing, he could probably tell that she was teasing.

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