Feb 01, 2011 23:34
{A time has passed since Holmes' dealings with Lord Schweitzer. It is a cold and lawless land that emerges, where anarchy and ill-will reign supreme. It is a land of chaos-desolate easels sit, not dusted and haphazard. Supplies of all colours have followed suit and long since scurried off into corners, unsorted and with their caps not twisted on all the way. There is a pervasive lack of order, of which every iota cries out for a leader.
That leader has arrived.}
It has occurred that the art room lacks an attending Warden. I therefore declare myself as such, and shall shortly set a date for my formal coronation, barring any opposition to my claim.
{No opposition? None? Perfect. Moving on.}
I will of course provide classes in painting and...perhaps sculpture, {one might note the complete lack of the word "therapy" in this sentence} and therefore a job offer, open to any interested inmate or warden. The position will require one to remain still for considerable lengths of time, and to stay in a state of undress for that period.
Furthermore, I am instating a rule of no singing or humming in the art room.
lord high everything else,
art room overlord,
give to caesar what is caesar's,
fabulous today,
a request for naked people,
independent consulting busybody