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[eat_me_beat_me]

[There's a half finished chalk drawing on the wall of the lobby. The artist, however, seems to have gotten distracted and is currently sprawled on one of the couches drawing in her sketchbook. If anyone should care to peek they'll see that Nora has suddenly taken to room design. She has page after page of room ideas... all of them round.

She sighs, making a face and flipping to the next page, leaning her head back against the arm of the couch and staring at the ceiling. Who knew designing a room would be so HARD?! Idly she dictates a few filters while she thinks]

[KITT]

Hey. Jo told me she hired you to help out at the gallery. I'm Nora. I've been working there for like a year, now. How's it going?

[/KITT]

[Neal Caffrey]

What do you know about drawing rooms?

[/Neal]

[Ino]

I need a break. Wanna get some coffee later and catch up?

[/Ino]

[She pulls out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, still staring at the ceiling as she lights one. She watches the smoke as it curls upwards, intrigued by the loops and swirls as it drifts towards the ceiling, oblivious to anyone else who may be nearby.]

((ooc: Come bother the artist!))

Comments

[noblefive]

[Jorge needs some time to think. One of his commanders is a kid. He kinda needs to get some air and think about this...

Until he spots the chalk drawing and pauses to look.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora tilts her head, watching the big armored dude looking at the eye. She's not going to interrupt him, though. Art is important, man.]

[noblefive]

[It is, but the only artistic sense Jorge has is of war. Doesn't mean he can't appreciate... Whatever the hell it is.

He glances to the side, noticing Nora.]

I take it this is yours?

[Nora]

[ino]

Sure! Any preferences on where?

[Ino]

[eat_me_beat_me]

Not really... maybe somewhere in town?

[Nora]

[ino]

That's what I was thinking. I know of a café that's right up your alley.

[wilder]

[Zelos is passing by when he sees the chalk, he pauses and cants his head at it]

What is it?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[eyebrow] It's an eye.

[wilder]

Sure, but an eye of what?

[silentrunning]

[There's a tall, thin woman with a messy ponytail wandering into the lobby. She notices the chalk on the wall and her eyes light up.

She doesn't say anything of course, but walks over to get a closer look. Ooh that's nice! She hadn't realized that these walls could be drawn upon.

She doesn't know what Chalk is, as she's never seen any, but she wishes up a paint palette like she'd seen at that art group ages ago, with various colours of paint, a table to set it on, and a paintbrush and starts painting something on the wall, near-ish to Nora's drawing, but being extremely careful not to get too close to it.

It's kind of hard probably to tell what her painting is, as it's likely a little bit childish and a little abstract. But hey, art is art, right?

Hmm. If there's a drawing on the wall, someone had to draw it, right? Her eyes flick around the lobby, making a cursory sweep of things and landing on Nora sprawled out with her sketch pad. She grins at the artist. Hmm. How can she tell her that she likes the drawing without saying it? She thinks for a minute, sets down the paint brush she'd been holding, and points to the drawing with her right hand while giving Nora a thumbs-up with her left. That's kind of the coolest thing she's seen all day.

But then, that accomplished, she picks up her brush and goes back to painting.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora watches all of this with a small smile on her face. She's happy to see her art appreciated. Even happier to see someone else joining in. Hey, the more people defacing the castle the better.

Her smile widens to a grin when she gets that thumbs up.] hey, thanks.

[She hops up and crosses the floor to the other girl.]

Always nice to meet another art lover.

Totes just added wonderfuck to the spelling dictionary in Firefox.

[silentrunning]

[Chell finishes her painting, and, setting down her brush, offers Nora a hand to shake if she wants. After all, Nora seems to be the type who wouldn't mind shaking the hand of someone with paint on their fingers. Isn't that like part of being an artist?

And then she realizes she's not signed her name to the piece. Verrrrry carefully, she writes her name under the painting and drags her table over to one of those couches that are everywhere.

Dipping her paint brush in glaringly, vividly red paint and then holding it in her teeth by the handle, she scrambles up onto the sofa seat and then up onto the back of the sofa. And there, balancing precariously but somehow managing, perhaps because of the boots, she paints a message on the wall. She probably drips paint on that sofa too. Hell why not deface furniture? It's not like there's anybody sitting/lying/lounging on it. The top line of her message is very big and bold. The bottom line under is a bit smaller but still readable.]

Castle Wonderfuck
I see what you are doing.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel will graciously refrain from making a face at the smell. Honestly, what people see in the weed, she will never know.]

A dear friend of mine is quite skilled with smoke rings. [Hey Nora. Hope you are used to her sudden and unannounced appearances by now.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She sits up a bit, visibly brightened by said sudden appearance.]

Yeah? Mark can do one once in a while. I've never been able to, though.

[inafadingcrown]

I do not partake myself; it is not a common habit among my people. [She steps back and looks at the wall] Charming.

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is just staring at that eye for a while]

Trying to say something is watching us, Nora?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Always. Kinda the nature of the place, right? To watch us to figure out the best way to fuck with us.

nora }

[alias_savant]

What's giving you trouble?

Neal

[eat_me_beat_me]

A friend of mine asked me to redesign a room for him. I've never done anything like that before. I'm so used to picturing and drawing, like, landscapes, not a full room. I have all these ideas but I'm having a hard time getting it down on paper so it makes sense...

[knight_2000]

It's going well, Miss Nora. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Any time you're ready for me to come in, please, let me know.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She laughs]

Just Nora is fine. And you can come down whenever you want. I'm there most mornings. I'm in the lobby right now.

[both_neither]

[Gren is entering the lobby for one of his infrequent visits to the castle proper. He heads over as soon as he spots Nora, quiet until he can creep up next to her and lean over into her line of vision]

That stuff will kill you, you know.

[The way he says it though, with a slightly mocking smile, means that he's being cliche with it on purpose. The statement is true, but he also isn't very judgmental about her choice]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She looks up at him and laughs] Yeah like I haven't heard that before. How you doing, Gren?

[mispronunciates]

[Megamind's first thought, as he wanders out of the kitchen slurping on a soda through a crazy straw, is that graffiti is usually an Outdoors Thing. but his second thought, not long after, is that Eyeballs Are Cool. so he strides up to the wall, wishes up a can of spray paint, and ...

... starts trying to finish the picture from what's already there.

so it's mixed media now, so what]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She raises an eyebrow, watching the strange blue man who's suddenly adding to her picture. Well that's unexpected.

Also... what the hell is wrong with that guy's head?]