Art, Thursday, Period Three

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Okay, so Peridot needed to be gently shooed away from making more statuary horrors, Rufus needed to be encouraged to experiment and let go, Gratuity and Eric needed to be encouraged in general, and Summer needed to understand that no professional con artist--hell, no one who listened to the radio--was buying her 'I am free like a horse frollicking in a meadow' nonsense.

Though he appreciated the attempt, so good on her anyway.

"A'ight class, what's up?" he greeted as they came into the art room. No Danger Shop this week; all the materials they needed were right here. It had taken a bit of time to get the walls covered with paper, but it wasn't like anyone else was going to be using the art room. "So, last week, you worked in the familiar, whether it was a piece you'd designed a hundred times or just somethin' that you're already familiar with. But art is about pushin' limits an' challengin' the status quo. Today, you're thinkin' big an' bright an' colorful."

He pointed to the walls which were all covered by large swathes of thick, white paper. "First of call, there's your canvas. Each of y'all pick a section of wall, at least as wide as your wingspan an' as tall as you are--though you can go bigger if you want." Because otherwise Peridot would have a fairly limited amount of wall to work on. "There are stools an' chairs' and step-ladders in case you wanna get higher. An' this is your medium." He pulled out an entire box of...shaving cream? And food coloring. And muffin tins.

Okay then.

"So, first off, you're gonna make your own color palette," Hardison instructed, adding a bit of the shaving cream to a cup in the muffin tin and then a drop of yellow food coloring. He mixed it and the resulting cream was a pale, lemony shade. "Y'all got red, blue, yellow, an' black food coloring. With those, you should be able to experiment an' make as many different shades as you want. The ratio of food colorin' to shavin' cream changes the value an' vibrancy of the shade. You want dark, bold colors, use lots of food colorin' an' less cream. Soft pastels, more cream, less colorin'. Mess around until you got the colors an' values you want, then start paintin'." He nodded at the walls. "Figure out what you wanna paint, but make it somethin' you're not used to. Try somethin' new, somethin' experimental. I don't wanna see nothin' that looks like what you presented me last week. An' try to fill up the whole canvas if you can."

Urban Survival - The Uglier Side of City Living, Thursday, Period 2

[myownface]

Once it looked like the students who were going to show up today had settled in, Sparkle grinned a little and launched right into his lecture.

"Hey, guys. So, before we get into any of the 'how to survive alone in a city' stuff, first we have to figure out what you have to worry about in that situation. Or like, any situation. There are certain things that people need in order to survive, whether they have a steady housing situation or not."

( It's Basic Human Needs Day! )

Friendship and Stabbing: an Adventurer's Guide, Thursday 2nd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

It took a little while to make in the danger shop, but there was very large gashapon machine at the head of the class and one super excited teacher. At least one. Magnus couldn't speak for Cara, that would be rude.

"Equipment day, equipment day!" he said, totally trying to make that a thing. Would it catch on? Eh.

If Cara was ever visibly excited, the class should probably be worried. She did looked vaguely pleased though. Which meant they should probably worry a little anyway. "While ideally you should be able to fight naked with whatever come to hand, there's no denying that good equipment makes it a lot easier. Of course, that requires getting good equipment."

"Which you can buy, loot, or steal," Magnus said. "Ooooor you can try the wheel of fate, Istus herself! Well. Kinda. I'm an emissary of her and I helped with this, so it might have some divine stuff on it."

And that was good, right? Right.

"Right," Cara said slowly. "Though the downside of trying your luck is you might get worse gear than the person next to you with no way to remedy that." Well, no way that she could get away with suggesting.

Because they were adults who were setting a good example for the class. And not people who gleefully looted shit.

"So, step right up and let's see what you get! If you don't like it, you can always try selling it at the Fantasy Costco," Magnus suggested. Because they were safe from creepy warlocks asking for blood there. Also because they couldn't flat out suggest other methods.

Because it would be wrong to steal your classmates' sweet, sweet loot.