Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

Face was sitting very, very still behind the collections desk, keeping the candles on his head as far away from the very, very flammable books as he could.

Creative Inspirations | Monday, period one

[sharp_as_knives]

//Finals week,// Jono said, hands on his hips and a pleased look on his face. //And we managed to get through a whole semester of classes with no horrible disasters or students getting terribly drunk somewhere around the end of the universe. I'd say that's a cause for celebration, but I'd really much rather get this final over with so I can stop pretending to be a functional adult and half-decent role model for a while.//

Jono told it like it was, okay?

Hannibal was as cool and unflappable as always, but then, he'd been that even faced with students getting terribly drunk around the end of the universe. Well, student. Edward. "So, today as promised, you exhibit your art - whatever form it may take - to the rest of the school. As it's so nice out, we'll be doing this on the lawn." They might as well make use of the warmth while they had it.

//We'll let you poke through whatever pieces you did throughout the semester that you'd like to showcase,// Jono shared. //If you need an instrument of some sort, let us know, and we'll do what we can. You might have to get by without a grand piano, but I have faith that you can manage with whatever we can carry from the music room.//

"We'll also be choosing our favorite pieces of yours, should they not be among your favorites," Hannibal said, smiling. "We've seen many lovely things over the weeks, and would hate for others to miss out."

//Sometimes, something that you think is little more than a throwaway sketch catches a crowd's eye more easily than a masterpiece that you've spent months on,// Jono noted. //You might be surprised by the reception you get for something you created, and then didn't so much as think about afterwards.//

Hannibal rarely was, but then his art often had other reasons for appreciation. Or at least, catching eyes.


[OOC: Anyone is welcome to drop by and comment on the artwork!]

Drama, Monday, Period 4

[tequila_squared]

"This is not your final exam, remember," Lito told his class. "Your final exam, such as it be, it is hard to judge art, will be on Wednesday when we perform for your fellow students. This is your final rehearsal, where we try to work out the rough edges and figure out what's available for costuming backstage." Yes, he'd completely forgotten until just now. Usually someone else handled this part, okay? "So, let's begin from the top."