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[theinsideman]

A tall, brown-haired guy stood just to the left of the bookshelf in the rec room, a look of puzzlement slowly overtaking his face as he stared at the easel kit that seemed to have been mistakenly marked with his name. He fingered the tag for a long moment and shook his head. It wasn't anything like what he'd had at home - it was better, in fact -

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[youngestqueen]

Lucy saw the woman with the sketchbook and dropped down to her knees, excited beyond belief. "Do you draw?"

She was already scrabbling at the canvas bag she toted everywhere, pulling out her own, itn fact, it almost matched the other woman's, except this one was smaller. "And you paint?" she smiled, looking at the man," "Oh!"

[[I vote both]]

[pambeesley]

Pam was startled by the girl, though her sudden grin was almost infectious. She straightened up on the couch a bit, curling her legs beneath her.

"Yes, I do draw sometimes."

She glanced over at the guy still hovering over his easel - Desmond, he'd introduced himself as finally - who seemed to be just as startled.

[theinsideman]

Desmond was shaken from his daydream by the sound of a young girl asking if he painted. It took him a moment to understand the words that were coming from her mouth, but he nodded anyway, stalling.

"Yeah." He ran a hand through his hair. "I like to paint," he finally replied, smiling faintly. He still didn't think of himself as an artist.

[youngestqueen]

"Is that new?" She looked at the easel and all the supplies, turning back to the woman still smiling, speaking eagerly. "I was given a whole chest of things. Pencils and sketchbooks and paints and papers and charcoals and..." There was obviously a great deal of it.

[jim_halpert]

It wasn't often Jim was cross, but, really, Gideon always brought that out of him every time. He had just gone into the kitchen to grab something to eat before he went to find Pam when he nearly bumped right into the other man. He managed to just shoot a glare at him before trying to go about his business.

It had worked until it was obvious they were going the same direction.

"Can't you go someplace else?" he muttered as he pushed his hands into his pockets and headed into the rec room. It was all he said - even though Sam was with Tim, he still knew Pam, who he spotted almost immediately, didn't really like him fighting with him.

[anewwaive]

Gideon wasn't all that fucking happy to see him either. He wasn't following Jim when he went into the rec room, he was just looking for Desmond.

"Fuck off," he replied without hesitation. He was about to say something else when the sight of Desmond with some kind of easel was enough to make him raise an eyebrow.

"Shit, I didn't know you had one of those, man."

[pambeesley]

Pam looked up at the sudden commotion, her eyes narrowing the second she saw the two of them arguing. Thankfully, there was no need for her to step in, as Gideon walked over to Desmond instead of her, appearing to take interest in his surprise present.

She smiled brightly at Jim, hoping to take his attention away from Gideon.

"Hey."

[theinsideman]

"Neither did I," he murmured, still not looking up despite the hushed argument. "I just found it here. Addressed to me."

He ran a hand through his hair before finally lifting his eyes to Gideon. "I guess it's like your camera, then?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something that gave him pause. He turned fully towards the woman he'd be talking to be for and where she was now sitting with... Gideon. Except Gideon was in front of him and the man sitting with Pam had shorter hair and...

"What the fuck??"

[moraldyslexic]

"Hey, beautiful," Lennox said upon seeing Pam sitting on the couch, then headed over to sit down, though he did so carefully, so as not to disrupt the sketchbook she was holding on her lap.

"You're baby free. This is a new look for you," he teased, grinning over at her. "How's it feeling?"

[pam please!]

[pambeesley]

She smiled at him, resettling herself as his added weight shifted the cushions just slightly.

"Weird. Like I've got a phantom limb or something," she joked. "You know?"

[moraldyslexic]

"Phantom baby," Lennox said with an appreciative grin, resting back against the cushions. "Between you and me, man, that's just a little bit creepy, but I guess it's forgivable. First time mom and all."

[pambeesley]

"Yeah, shut up," she muttered, rolling her eyes at him as she blushed a little.

"So what are you up to?"

[wishesandsmoke]

"You got a present!" Eden grinned as she walked up to Desmond, hands clasped together in front of her. "God, Desmond, that's amazing." It looked like a pretty damn good set, not that she knew anything about it. For a moment, she couldn't help thinking of Isaac and all the equipment and painting's she'd helped him transport from his apartment to Odessa. God, sometimes she really missed him. He'd been so sweet and now she had no clue what had become of him.

[theinsideman]

"I guess." Desmond didn't even look up when she walked over, instead just shrugging his shoulders noncommittally while staring at the easel set up in front of him.

"I mean.. it has my name on it." He fingered the tag again, shaking his head. "There's no 'from:' part, though."

[wishesandsmoke]

"Mine had a 'to,'" Eden observed, shrugging as well. "But that's about it. I think, around here, that pretty much makes it yours." Reaching out, she ran a hand down the side of the easel, her expression curious. It seemed sturdy, good quality. She smiled, pleased the island had been kind to him.

[theinsideman]

"Yeah," he breathed, still a little wary about the whole thing. "It's smaller, but better than the one I used to have." He ran his fingers against the tips of the paintbrushes then along the top of the packaged canvases leaning against the side.

"Still weird."

[neptune_sleuth]

"How's it hangin'?" Veronica asked, flopping down onto the couch at Pam's feet. "Preparing entries for the island's future art museum?" She grinned, sliding back, leaning her head against the armrest.

[pambeesley]

"High and to the right?" she countered, stretching one leg out slightly to poke Veronica in the thigh.

She shrugged nonchalantly and set her sketchbook aside, leaning her temple against the back of the couch.

"I just want to have the right thing in mind before I put it to canvas. Before I make it kinda permanent."

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica nodded. She wasn't an art kind of person, but she could get that. It was always important to get the details. "What're you thinking of drawing?" She tucked her knees up toward herself, looking at Pam, resisting the urge to lean forward and look at Pam's sketchbook.

[pambeesley]

"No idea," she admitted, flipping the corner of the book with her thumb. "I haven't even opened it yet today. I can't think of anything."