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[eat_me_beat_me]

[She's back from the expedition and she... doesn't feel much better. In fact she almost feels worse. Sure it was cool and Heath was... weird... but it didn't fill the hollow left in her chest. She glances over at the letter on her desk. It's getting to the point where she wonders if she should just make a spot for shit people left her when they went home or to wherever that wasn't here. Chaucer, Goku, Peeta, Sakura, Hinata, Del, the Doctor, Neal, Bunny, Lemony... Countless friends and now James and Ashley to top it off. She flicks through the pages of her sketchbook, though her eyes drift over to the red commonplace notebook. She knows that none of them would want her to wallow in self pity over this shit. She should just pick up her book and keep going. Keep fighting against the castle trying to put her down.

Snatching up both books she shoves them in her bag along with the sketchbook James had given her. She grabs the journal as she moves]

I'm gonna put together an exhibit in the gallery of art of and inspired by the Dead Zone. Before a few of you ask, yeah, I'm gonna be putting some of my own stuff in it, too. If anyone else has anything they want to contribute I'll be in the Gallery working on it.

[With a wave at her dragon painting, who simply yawns and goes back to sleep in response, she heads out the door.]

((OOC: Feel free to spot her anyplace between the castle and the gallery. She'll be spending the rest of the day in town))

Comments

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss was leaning against the wall of the shooting range when that comment skittered across the page. She looked over at it, her gaze thoughtful.]

I only wish I had talent. Unless you want a skin of one of those invisible cougars...

[eat_me_beat_me]

[...]

You skinned one? [That's both impressive and a little weird]

Oh man. Hey if you can find a way to mount it on something I could probably find a place for it.

[the_effect_she_has]

Well ... yeah. First I had to shoot one, which by the way, is not easy. It's good thing they're all but useless in tall grass.

[She thought about it.] I ... guess I could find some wood somewhere?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Those things were fucking creepy if you ask me. Does the fur look weird at all or does it just look like a regular cougar?

[a pause]

I'd offer to help but I dunno anything about hanging up something like that... there's probably a book or two in the library, though.

[the_effect_she_has]

Nora, when does anything look normal here?

[She sighed, looking at the skin.] I'm not sure what's wrong with it, but there's something off about it.

[Brightening slightly. She's really getting fond of the library.] All right ... I can look up more on werewolves while I'm there.

[mal_addict]

Good luck dealing with all the buffalo pictures you'll end up getting.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She snorts]

Maybe I'll just make a giant collage.

[mal_addict]

That might just work.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Take up one of the walls of the Gallery, just wallpaper The shit out of it with buffalo.

Nora

[hard_talker]

[Mark had been working on the holodeck when Nora left, and instead of being sensible and checking the journal when he comes back to find her gone, he just cracks it open and filters]

Hey, you okay?

Mark

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Oh. Right. She should've let him know she was going, shouldn't she. Oh well. She sighs and rakes a hand through her hair]

Yeah... no... [She scoffs, shaking her head] Fuck. I don't know.

Nora, to end

[hard_talker]

[fuck, indeed. he winces, already looking through the mess on his desk and packing up a few tools and a half-finished holo-emitter]

What'cha need? You want me to come find you?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah... sure. I'm in the Gallery.

[She realizes she didn't answer the first question he'd asked but, honestly, she's still not sure HOW to answer it.]

[silentrunning]

[Chell's missed the sadness Nora was feeling this time. But she'll happily contribute art to that exhibit.]

Hey Nora. Mind if I come to the gallery and work on something for the exhibit?

[She dictates hopefully.]

I can always use company while I'm working, and there's more room in the gallery.

[And she feels at home there.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

I don't mind at all, Chell. I could use the company right now. [She smiles a little]

What're you working on?

[silentrunning]

[She snickers.]

Right now? It's a whattafuckalo in a chef's hat with a grass burger...But that's a warm-up. Not sure what I'm doing for the real exhibit yet.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She chuckles]

Okay that's cool. I can't wait to see it.

[Dictated]

[rose_of_battle]

I've been meaning to talk to you about something. Are you busy?

[Dictated]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Huh? Okay that's a little random but she could use the distraction.]

I'm just working on some shit for the Gallery. What's up?

[Dictated]

[rose_of_battle]

You said people can also donate work, right?

Can it be stuff inspired from home?

[The library doesn't have the information Dhaos had told her, so she had to wonder if pictures were allowed.]

[Dictated]

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah, of course! I take anything. Stuff from home is cool, too.

dictated

[princelyspirit]

Well, I don't think my stuff's really gallery worthy, but if you need any help with setup just let me know. If nothing else, this place has taught me more than I ever wanted to know about using a hammer.

dictated

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smiles]

Oh I don't know. It couldn't be worse than the display I did of a bunch of art done by the kids brought here for Mother's Day.

Dictated

[princelyspirit]

[laughs a bit]

Hey, it's the thought that counts! Or something like that. Though, I still have a couple of sketches from the Dead Zone, if you really want to see them.

Dictated

[eat_me_beat_me]

I would, yeah. I'm down at the Gallery today if you wanna stop by.