20 [action; backdated to noon]

[takethat]

[August 24, 12:00 pm, castle grounds.

A few easels stand outside on the grass, arranged in a sort of loose, wide triangle, with a table and some chairs set up in the middle. Phoenix is bustling about, making sure each easel is supplied with some basic paint colors--assuming people can wish for other colors or media if they so choose--and leaving some blank paper for either drawing or writing at each of the places at the table.

True to his word, he's prepared (only a few minutes late) for the group art session he'd advertised via journal earlier in the month. Come and join him with any kind of art!]

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[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby had been unable to inform Phoenix he was coming, but...

He would be running towards the easels, waving a blue crayon in his hand. ]

Poyo! Poyo! [ he would call out cheerfully as he approached, slowing to a halt so he didn't run into anything. ]

[takethat]

Kirby! Hey!!

[He waves his paintbrush in Kirby's direction.]

Thanks for coming--I was hoping you would!

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby ambles to Phoenix, dropping the crayon onto the grass before latching onto his leg in a hug. ]

Poyoyo! [ He's glad that you wanted him around! And he kind of missed Phoenix, too. ]

[takethat]

It's great to see you again!

[He kneels down and gives Kirby a loose little hug, as well as he can given their height differences.]

Come to do some art?

[chubbycreampuff]

[ The puffball giggles under the return to his hug, nodding eagerly at his question. ]

Poyo poyo! [ He points to the easels, curious. Were they going to paint? ]

Poyo?

[silentrunning]

[There's a stowaway to your art group, Nick. There's the sound of boots on grass, and suddenly there's a young woman with a messy ponytail taking a seat uneasily at one of those tables, peeping over at you to make sure it's okay she's there. She looks shy, as if she'd run away and hide somewhere if someone approached her too fast or made any sudden moves...But for now she's here, with a pen in her hand, and a box of crayons she'd wished up suddenly plunking down beside her on the table. And she starts drawing without looking at the page, because she's far too busy peering around.

But the more she draws, the more she relaxes. Her drawing skills aren't that wonderful, admittedly, like something a child might draw, but hey the whole point is to have fun, right?]

[takethat]

[Sure the point is to have fun--and Phoenix is engrossed in his own painting for a moment, doing just that, until he glances up over his easel and notices the young woman.]

Hey, I don't think I've--

[And then, a pause; that is a face he remembers from... a while ago, now, wasn't it?]

...Chell?

[silentrunning]

[It takes her about five seconds to respond but when she does, she drops her crayon and stares at him. How does he know her name? Her actual name? Her face registers confusion for a good long moment before she starts writing. No clue if this person who somehow knows her name has his journal, but she's writing in hers either way.]

How do you know my name?

[Well, he doesn't look threatening at least. If anyone jumps out of the shadows at her, it's him she'll be hiding behind.]

[takethat]

Well, you... told me, once before.

[He casually dips his paintbrush into the yellow paint on his palette.]

Has anybody told you that you've been in this castle previously?

[silentrunning]

[She raised her eyebrows at that. Skepticism ever intact. And then she shook her head rapidly to indicate that in fact no one had felt it necessary to make this fact known to her.]

Then why don't I remember?

[cantacquityou]

[How am I here.]

[takethat]

[Because Phoenix has a magnetic pull. It works on cravats.]


Miles!

[As soon as Edgeworth is within arm's reach, Phoenix shoves a paintbrush at him.]

I'm so glad you actually showed up.

[cantacquityou]

Must I actually...paint? Can I not...sculpt...or something of the sort?

[takethat]

You could do some origami.

Oooooh Phoenix. XD

[cantacquityou]

...Hmph.





Why, that's a splendid idea. Why don't I make you a nice bridge...?

[thebutz]

[You'll find Larry there before long, equipped with his own easel and supplies, including his camera. He sets up his stuff and then approaches Nick, gesturing with his camera]

Hey man, do you mind if I take some pictures later? I like to commemorate things, you know?

[takethat]

Sure, I guess, but make sure you ask everyone else if it's okay before you take random pictures of them... I don't want to be responsible for anything that comes out of that.

[He gets to work scooting one of the easels over so there's room for Larry to set his up.]

[thebutz]

Sure thing man! Sorry I brought my own, I wasn't sure if you'd have enough for everyone.

Also the offer to paint your chest is still open. Just saying.

[takethat]

The only "painting my chest" I'll be okaying here is if you paint a picture of my chest on your easel.

[thebutz]

Sure okay, how about you take your shirt off then?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She's a little late but, well, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to join in because this whole group art thing wasn't usually her cup of tea. But she'll give it a shot. She walks up with her own easel (handmade by Mark), giving Phoenix a little wave]

Hey.

[takethat]

Hey, Nora!

[He waves back, his hands already covered with multicolored paints.]

I'm glad you could join us!

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smiles]

Yeah, well I figured even if it's not really my thing I should at least support it, you know? Is everyone painting or... [She looks around]

[takethat]

Some people are coloring with crayons! And someone told me before that she'd come and write, but she's not here yet.

Make yourself at home!

[eat_me_beat_me]

Hey, I can get behind writing, too. It's not a bad idea.

[She smiles and sets up her easel. It has holders for spray paint canisters and her journal on the side. She drops her bag to the ground and clips a piece of paper in place]

How 'bout you, what're you doing?