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(open) art day art day!
Who: Open to everyone, come and mingle!
Where: Garden carriage
When: Kazoo 27
What: For today the garden carriage is turned into a place to get creative.
Warnings: There's cakes. And glitter.
Whether or not you heard Romeo and Madoka's announcement, you'll know about it, unless you avoid the garden carriage somehow for the entire day (and then from then on). The changes are simple, but hopefully something to be built on: an outline made in gold paint that takes the shape of a tree with large curling branches that greets the viewer from the longer width of wall, and a fishing net draped down the length of wall by the nearest entrance, with strings hanging off it for decorations to be added to. Posters seem to be all over the carriage, carrying messages in a childish yet neat handwriting, like "Are you having a fun day? Please vote art so we can have do lots more art together!"
Small sitting pillows have been placed around so people aren't sitting on the bed of stones, and the statues once there moved to other parts of the 'garden', leaving them with sounds of the running water to keep them company.
So, just what is there to do?
THE CRAFTS;
MEMORY WALL;
CAKE;
Where: Garden carriage
When: Kazoo 27
What: For today the garden carriage is turned into a place to get creative.
Warnings: There's cakes. And glitter.
Whether or not you heard Romeo and Madoka's announcement, you'll know about it, unless you avoid the garden carriage somehow for the entire day (and then from then on). The changes are simple, but hopefully something to be built on: an outline made in gold paint that takes the shape of a tree with large curling branches that greets the viewer from the longer width of wall, and a fishing net draped down the length of wall by the nearest entrance, with strings hanging off it for decorations to be added to. Posters seem to be all over the carriage, carrying messages in a childish yet neat handwriting, like "Are you having a fun day? Please vote art so we can have do lots more art together!"
Small sitting pillows have been placed around so people aren't sitting on the bed of stones, and the statues once there moved to other parts of the 'garden', leaving them with sounds of the running water to keep them company.
So, just what is there to do?
THE CRAFTS;
- The group have done their best to get as many art supplies as possible, with two trunks taken from the luggage car, and filled as tidily as possible. Inside one is a variety of papers, from tissue to cardboard, decorated and plain, some that's shiny, and even the kind for origami. There's also some sketchpads set out to the side, for any larger projects.
And in the net trunk is all the rest you'd expect: the fun supplies. Paints, inks, glue, glitter, threads, ribbons, and wooden beads, and even scissors are set inside. Some of those paints? Why, they're even shiny paints, and plenty of them. There are books too, at different crafting levels. From how to make paper cranes, butterflies, flower garlands, and whatever else you might imagine. How about a tree with stars?
Pretend what you want's inside them, and have fun.
Or perhaps you brought your own craft along to the carriage. Whether it's knitting, sewing or anything else creative you'd like to do, there's definitely a place for that as well! It's like there are spots in the carriage that have been left intentionally empty for people to sit down with their own tools and work.
MEMORY WALL;
- Very, very simple folded animals have been put on the corners of where the netting is displayed, stretched out to make the most of the hanging that the netting provides (you have to get creative with what you can buy).
Looking it over, there's already what seems to be names on cards, placed around different parts of the netting. Perhaps you may recognize some of the names as people who have been on the train before, but have since left.
CAKE;
- Of course there's cake. How else would they tempt people to come and sit down? There's one large cake made out of rainbow and sprinkles, and then a collection of cupcakes, all a mix of colours and whatever shakeable edibles has been decided to be plopped on top.
There's also a few plates of simple yet sweet biscuits cut into a variety of shapes (cat heads, dogs, dinosaurs, and even...a train), some with light icing, some not. The quality is about what you'd expect from some kids having fun in the kitchen, and the recipes are simple for it. Don't worry; you might have glitter and sprinkles dropping onto your lap with whatever you pick up, but the shakers were about all anyone went wild with in the kitchen than the baking.
Mami's helped to bring along refreshments in offering different flavours of tea, and there's even a few flavours of coffee to pick from too.
So grab a cuppa, a piece of cake, and have fun pretending you're five and in art class again and create a masterpiece.
Or even show others how to.
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Mono accepts the purple with a bigger frown, it's an appropriate color. It doesn't take him long to scribble it all over just as liberally.
Likewise enemy isn't the right word. They have always been a constant in his life. Calling him, wanting him. An eternal captor as well as his only company, locked behind in that eternal hall with him. Peeking through the transmission. The nightmare itself granted a perspective.]
"No escape. Mngh."
[Were they the cause? Or were they trapped as he was? It hurt to think about. A bit literally actually, he grunts a little, stopping to grab his head.]
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Are you all right?
[ Maybe he's asking too many questions. ]
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Mono shakes his head to center himself, shoving the paper away. He hands Thanatos back the crayon, looking at him, expectantly. There is still a blank sheet in front of the Death God. Please. You draw something, instead, okay? Your turn.]
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He places down a long straight line. He tilts his head considering it. Then he places another line next to it. Everything he draws is in symmetry. What he does on one side, he also draws on the other, mirrored. Thanatos sticks with only the purple crayon as he draws the lines, pausing before placing another down. ]
Well? Does this work?
[ The drawing is pushed towards Mono. It's a butterfly with wing patterns like the flowers seen in the greenhouse. He avoided anything that might seem like eyes on purpose. ]
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"'s a bug?" [Hardly a dig at Thanatos' art expertise, it's a very lovely, beautifully rendered bug but certainly not one Mono has really seen much of, if ever, either.]
"From home?"
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[ Thanatos forms a loose fist, and when he opens it, palm up, a purple butterfly rests there. Its wings slowly open and close. It's not a living insect but a manifestation of Thanatos, often depicted alongside butterflies, the souls of the dead. ]
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"Pretty."[How did Thanatos do that? Is that something he can just do? Why would anyone ever spend time doing anything else?! The child can't help but glance around to try and figure out if there is ANYWHERE that butterfly could have possibly been pulled from?? His hand hovers near it uncertainly.]
"Can... can I?" [Is it stable enough that he can hold it too?]
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This won't hurt you.
[ Unfortunately, Thanatos cannot see into the future to clarify that his own butterflies won't hurt anyone, but certain butterflies can.... ]
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"His magic." [And yet the tiny fragile thing seems even more worthy of awe now that it's touching his skin. It felt special to hold it, so few things were alive where Mono came from, even if this was a manifestation created by Thanatos, the child feels like he could almost guess what the real thing would be like. He looks over it and how well it matches the picture. Thanatos really did get a good likeness.
At least for now, it seems the eye-covered paper woes are temporarily forgotten. Crisis averted.]
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[ Thanatos brings a few more butterflies into existence. They flutter around Mono, landing on his bagged head or outstretched hands. ]