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Day 51: Arts & Crafts (4th shift)

Aug 19, 2010 12:05

There were very few activity shifts, Cloud was sure, that could possibly make him feel more like he was being treated like a child. He took a seat at one of the tables and blankly examined the materials set out before him. A pair of the dullest scissors he'd ever seen were labeled 'ages 3 and up'. It was good to know where the patients stood in ( Read more... )

leela, meche, senna, japan, tenzen, anise, claire littleton, gren, elaine, amaterasu, guybrush, lunge, gant, mello, xemnas, ange, von karma, guy, kairi, venom, abe sapien, peter petrelli, agatha, tear, kibitoshin, yuffie, the scarecrow, cloud, yomi, zack, scar (tlk), captain jack

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scarefaux August 19 2010, 17:24:07 UTC

Despite having once been a construct, the Scarecrow found after only a few minutes of being left alone at a table with colorful string, some sticks, and instructions to make something in order to practice his hand coordination that he wasn't very good at putting things together himself. He drummed his hands on the table idly, not sure what he was supposed to do with either the sticks or the wad of knotted string. Waiting until the nurse had left the room, he pulled a piece of paper from a pile on another table, simultaneously nabbing what seemed to be a thicker version of the pens that came with the patient journals ( ... )

mistressmadgirl August 20 2010, 20:50:42 UTC

"So I get to play with paper," Agatha was griping, as That Nurse practically pushed her into the room. "What joy!"

"You know, you could have a much more positive attitude. It might do you a lot of good," That Nurse told her.

"Well, no matter what attitude I have, it isn't going to make playing with paper fun. What happened to that sewing stuff they were talking about?" At least that might have some actual useful application.

"Marie, you've been violent. Recently. If you can behave better for a while, then we can see about extending you some privileges..." Agatha tuned her out at that point, not interested beyond the answer apparently being no, and set herself down at the nearest table. It already had a few drawings on it, and they weren't bad. At the very least, they'd been done by someone who had a very clear picture of what they wanted to do.

"Oh, very creative," she said absently.

scarefaux August 20 2010, 22:24:20 UTC

"Why, thank you!" the Scarecrow said with a bright smile as he was not only joined at his table, but complimented as well. He didn't think of himself as much of an artist, but it was a little comforting to have some semblance of his friends before him, especially since he had no idea how long it would be until he could truly see them again. How long had Abe said his body probably had? Seventy years? He didn't expect he'd be trapped that long- surely he could think of some way out of his predicament in that amount of time ( ... )

mistressmadgirl August 21 2010, 04:35:01 UTC

Agatha hadn't actually given the person across from her much thought, and even now that he mentioned it, he wasn't particularly ringing any bells. She shook the hand, though, politely, and said "Sorry, I don't remember meeting anyone with that name." Of course, that didn't mean she wouldn't look familiar to him... she really hoped he hadn't met Lucrezia. The fact that Recluse had was worrying and embarrassing enough; she didn't need someone else in that category. "Mine's Agatha."

Huh. There was a little guide to making that origami stuff, too, and while Agatha still didn't think playing with paper sounded at all enjoyable, the guide itself was something to read. Sadly, there were clearly no instructions for making a trilobite.

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thatdamnedninja August 19 2010, 17:28:23 UTC

"Y'know, Cloud, if you just screw up a few bits of paper together before liberally applyin' your fist, they come out looking almost as good."

Suddenly, a ninja! A ninja carrying an armful of brightly origami paper, a few pipe-cleaners, two tubs of glitter, and a tube of craft glue. Yuffie grinned, bright as metal in the summer sunshine, and dumped the lot onto the table. She was sorry to see that the tubs didn't explode, since a sparkly, glittering Cloud was the best Cloud of all.

Still, wasn't like she couldn't just glitter him up by herself. She did have good aim, and he was right there. Sedation would be a small price to pay.

Without waiting for an invitation, Yuffie chucked herself unceremoniously into an empty chair. The resulting sprawl of skinny limbs wasn't exactly the comfiest of arrangements, but she gave herself points for ingenuity, originality, and zestful inconsideration. Today had been way too serious, and far, far too tiring. Too full of pessimism and defeat and furrowed eyebrows. The only highlight had been the ( ... )

notthistrain August 20 2010, 04:24:11 UTC

"Ha." Cloud tossed one of the wads at the girl before pulling out a set of instructions from underneath a pile of his failures and casually glancing over them again. No one could really be that precise with paper, right? No one with clumsy, sword-wielding hands like his anyway. This was just an exercise in futility.

Much like their nightly excursions? Maybe. It could be a metaphor.

He cast a wary eye on the mound of supplies Yuffie had dragged over. Surely she didn't plan on actually using all of those, and he had a nasty suspicion that he was going to regret not moving the moment she joined him. "If any of that gets on me, you don't touch the materia. Ever." Glitter took so, so long to get out of his hair.

It was nice to see a smiling face, though, even if it ultimately meant a messy doom for anyone within a couple yard radius.

thatdamnedninja August 20 2010, 17:55:45 UTC

A flimsy lil' paper projectile like that would've been totally harmless, but reflexes were reflexes. Yuffie dodged, and nearly fell out of the chair for her trouble. A quick, flailing snatch at the corner of the table saved her.

"H-Hey!" she protested, dragging herself upright again. Her expression crumpled into a pout. A pout which intensified seconds later, when pulled his ace: no glitter, or no materia. "You can't threaten me with that! I lent you my sword, didn't I? You owe me for that! You owe me!" The materia was just as much hers as it was anybody else's in AVALANCHE, as far as Yuffie was concerned. "Besides, you could do with a bit more bounce n' sparkle. I'd be doing you a favor."

Instead of immediately going in for the kill, Yuffie grabbed a few pieces of origami paper and set to work. Nimble fingers flew as she made the necessary creases, turns, and folds. A chocobo to start with, she'd decided, half unconsciously, as soon as she'd seen Cloud in the room. And it was shaping up to be a good one.

notthistrain August 21 2010, 05:24:39 UTC

"I don't think I need any more sparkle than I already have." Cloud smirked, indicating his eyes with one finger. "And I'd prefer to repay my debts in a manner that doesn't involve me picking glitter out of my ears for the next few days." If she'd give him the option, that is. It wasn't really fair of him to hold the materia over her head (and Zack might agree with that, so it was a good thing he wasn't around at the moment), but if she was seriously considering pulling a stunt like that...

He started messing around with some of the colored paper again, trying to get it to look like, well, something. Of course Yuffie had to go and make him look like a fool with her intricately crafted whatever-that-was. A chocobo? Really? How unfair. That wasn't even in the instructions.

He ended up with something that looked sort of like a crab (it was supposed to be a cat) but that was better than a wad. "So. Our great plans for tonight."

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windstwilight August 19 2010, 17:48:49 UTC

[from here]

Her hair was mostly dry by the time she wheedled her way back into the arts and crafts room. But still. Tying her hair up single-handedly wasn't going to cut it. She sighed, half-annoyed, then wandered the room looking for something else to do. Paper animal war wouldn't cut it this time. Maybe something really hands on?

There were a couple packages of clay that Meche had mentioned once, and that seemed just the thing. She snagged them, shoving them under her arm, then made her way to a table. Getting a package open between fingers and teeth was well and good--making anything that looked like anything was a different story. 'Specially seeing she was down a hand. Nice. The girl rolled her eyes and started making details in the lump. At least her blob could have a face.

[Meche]

sheisthecause August 20 2010, 17:59:19 UTC

Meche wasn't feeling particularly creative today, but they said art was therapeutic, after all. It had to be better than moping, at least. She wandered around the supplies for a while and finally settled on some sheets of construction paper and a box of thin markers. One of the nurses nodded approvingly at her as she turned away and moved toward the tables. Meche's mouth thinned into a straight, bitter line. Yeah, she was just such a good patient, wasn't she?

She was just about to sit down by herself when she noticed Senna at one of the tables. She was making something out of clay, but apparently having some trouble with it--not surprising, since one of her arms was in a sling. Meche invited herself over and took a seat at the table next to the girl, laying her own supplies out next to the packages of clay. "How's it going?" she asked lightly, not clarifying whether she was referring to the art project, the day, or life in general. She'd just let Senna answer whichever question she wanted.

windstwilight August 23 2010, 05:37:11 UTC

The movement at her side revealed itself as wanted--Senna breaking into a wide smile at the sight of her friend. Despite the day, Meche was still something so reassuring by herself. "Hey," she greeted warmly. "I can't say much for the clay. It's not liking me too much."

Crafts in general today weren't working out too well. Though earlier was from everything leftover from breakfast. Hokuto crying like that, and.... The build-up had been worse, Senna decided. Had made everything worse. The smile faded, and her eyes flicked down to the clay, the nail of her thumb carving down-turned eyes. "Hey, I... I gotta tell you something, okay?" The girl's eyes glanced up. "And sorry to hit you with stuff right away, but." Her mouth twisted. "Alita's gone."

sheisthecause August 25 2010, 18:36:13 UTC

"Alita? But I just--" --saw her the other day, Meche'd been about to say, but she cut herself off quickly. That was how it was here; people disappeared out of nowhere, the way Manny had. Aside from the sleeping, there weren't really any warning signs. They were just gone ( ... )

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bprd_fishman August 19 2010, 21:36:34 UTC

"I don't think I'm really clean yet, can't I just go in for a little while?"

"Mr. Caul, the adult showers are over. You can't have another one."

"I'll just stand in the corner, how's that?"

"No, Mr. Caul."

It had been worth a shot. Abe finally abandoned his attempt to sneak into a shower populated by naked young men and slunk over to the arts and crafts room. Tyrants. Wasn't water therapy a viable form of treatment, he'd read about it somewhere.

He took up a seat with a few sheets of paper and a sharpened pencil. Sketching would be almost as peaceful, though, it would take his mind away from the nonsense perpetuated around this mad place. The pencil-tip hovered as Abe considered what to draw...no. Not her. Something pleasant and peaceful.

Abe ran a hand over his paper and meticulously began work on an anatomically correct sketch of a kitten.

[Free!]

human_sponge August 20 2010, 21:05:04 UTC

So it seemed that things were more or less in place for the night, and Peter was glad for that. While he didn't have a problem with life suddenly changing on him and sending him somewhere completely unexpected (he was a little attached to the idea of fate, but he also didn't think that it was impossible to subvert it), he also liked some structure to his nights. Not much would happen otherwise, and this way he could keep an eye on Claire ( ... )

bprd_fishman August 21 2010, 02:36:46 UTC

Abe waved one hand appeasingly. "No, no, it's quite fine!" he said, sending back his own smile. He was improving, now he just looked like a human faking a grin rather than an alien unused to human facial muscles. "I'm just doing some sketches, it's nothing important." The long-fingered hand shifted to let Peter have a better view of the front end of a sideviewed cat. He only had the basic shape so far, but eventually it would be one of Hellboy's calicos.

Abe wondered how the cats were doing these days, anyway. Manning probably gave them away to someone, he couldn't imagine their uptight manager actually having a pet more stressful than a goldfish. Hopefully they were happy somewhere in their other time/dimension/plane/god knows what.

"Do you draw?" he asked his new companion as he returned to the cat's back. Conversation, yes, he would have proper self-control and not read his mind.

human_sponge August 21 2010, 03:11:57 UTC

Oh, good, he'd picked someone friendly. Granted, the grand majority of people here were pretty friendly, but Peter had come across a few bad apples here and there, and so he never assumed that any one stranger would be okay with him just taking a seat like he owned the place. He did notice that the man's smile was a little off, though -- kind of forced, maybe? But that could just be because he had something else going on (an injured friend; a distressing visit the day before) that was making it hard to be sincere. Peter didn't want to pry ( ... )

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zack_fair August 19 2010, 22:12:54 UTC

So, after his talk with Aidou and some coordination over the bulletin, it looked like he'd worked out a plan for tonight. Zack was glad for that; as much as he hated to admit it, Shin-Ra had made him accustomed to mission plans. He was used to going into something with some idea of the main objective and the way to obtain it ( ... )

36_24_35 August 21 2010, 02:35:36 UTC

"Rachel, stop picking at your leg. It's going to get infected that way..."

"The skin's already closed..." It was more polite than telling the nurse she wasn't twelve anymore and didn't need to be treated as such. It was her leg, she'd pick at it if she wanted. Actually, it wouldn't surprise her if this woman was the one that sliced her open last night. Now she was worried about her actions ( ... )

zack_fair August 21 2010, 03:03:31 UTC

The dog was going as well as could be expected. Zack was used to swinging around large swords with all sorts of reckless abandon, so something that required finesse was a little harder for him to manage. He was being persistent about it, though. It wouldn't turn out to be the prettiest dog ever, probably, but it would be something ( ... )

36_24_35 August 25 2010, 01:47:36 UTC

"Still that bad?" Tifa self-consciously placed her palm over her nose, still able to feel some of the puffiness that remained after Yuffie's TLC. The skin under her eyes was still tender and bruised as well, but at least it didn't hurt to talk or eat anymore. Or smile; that had been rather frustrating. Well, she sure wasn't going to tell him about her new injury now. She didn't want Zack to feel anymore concern than necessary. Guilt-tripping was strictly allotted for Cloud only ( ... )

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