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Blank Page Art Club, Monday After Classes

The tables in the art room were covered in small bins of different kinds of stone, metal and plastic beads, wire, different colors of silk cord, and the fastenings needed to turn these things into necklaces and bracelets.

"Hey," Claire announced, once she realized everybody was there and looked up from her attempt at a fake-amber-and-silver bracelet. "We're making jewelry today. I got some directions off the Internet, but it's kind of not rocket science."

"Anyhow, while we're working we have to talk about the Art Crawl thing next month. It's April 15-16, so we need ..." she looked at her notebook. "Somebody to talk to the music club about DJing or playing, somebody to talk to Geoff at the theater about if the cast wants to perform, people to get the art together, somebody to make the advertising posters and hang them up, and people to clean the warehouse out before the show. There's a sign-up sheet going around, so please let me know what you can do so I don't go insane. And I think that's it."

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Like it's a lazy Monday.

Angela Montenegro

Katina Choovanski

Cal Stephanides

Alice Liddell

Peyton Sawyer

Harper Finkle

Wendy Watson

Liz Sherman ~~whose mun was lame and completely forgot about this until now~~

Talk about Art Crawl or sign up for what you're willing to do. I think we can handwave about everything but the promo posters, but I'm feeling lazy.

Katchoo kind of couldn't believe she was volunteering for stuff, but hey, there it was.

"Unless someone wants to fight it out, I can help with the posters."

By her left foot, Clocky beeped in utter shock.

Claire gave her a grateful look, if one that was the tiniest bit surprised because she didn't think Katina volunteered for stuff any more than she organized stuff.

Um. Anyhow.

"Fantastic," she said. "Could you get them up the weekend before the show?"

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Katchoo glanced down at Clocky. "You got those dates, right?"

Clocky chirped affirmatively.

"You gonna remind me the week before?

Another chirp.

Katchoo looked at Claire and canted her head to the side in an awkward sort of gesture. "Yeah, sure."

"I can talk to either the music or theatre people?" Angela offered.

"Oh, cool, thanks. Can you talk to music?" Claire suggested, since Cal was in the play and she was pretty sure she could either go to rehearsal with him or talk him into asking Geoff. "Just explain the idea and ask if they want to DJ or perform or whatever. I think that tall guy Chad's in charge."

Angela nodded, "Yeah, I know him. If nothing else, I can grab him for a minute in cheerleading and ask."

"Cool, tell me what he says," Claire smiled.

"I can bring something up at rehearsal tomorrow," Cal offered, which Claire probably already knew.

Claire knew it, but it was still nice of him to offer and not make her nag. "Cool. yes. Thank you," she said. "Do you have any theories what Geoff's going to want to do?"

"I'm too afraid to even dare to think of what goes on in that man's head."

"So he has the whole mad genius thing going on, huh."

"I wouldn't go that far," Cal said. "I'd probably just say he's a bit off, and I need as much balance as I can get."

"... yeah, do balance and drama people go together?" Claire doubted it.

"No more than balance and art people," Cal countered, figuring he had the excuse of being both.

"Yeah, but art people go nuts and paint with their own blood then go to bed for a week," Claire wildly overgeneralized. "Drama people go nuts and make sure everybody they ever met, ever, knows they're all wounded and wacky and crazy."

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"So art people are more subtle," said Cal. "Drama people are...dramatic, go figure. Us writer people have it best. We just put it all into the page."

"Right, and whatever you do, it just kind of goes with the artistic temperament," Claire nodded. "Maybe I should start writing, except all my writing is really lame."

"You should write something," Cal nodded, "and then we'll see if it's as lame as you say it is."

"It'll be all 'woe is me, blah blah blah,' " Claire warned. "Not as good as your story."

She shrugged, though, curious about the challenge. "I'll bring you something Friday at the diner?"

Cal grinned a little. "That's what half my stuff is, too, you know. And you liked that story? Really?"

"I thought I told you, yeah," Claire answered. "It was romantic but not gooey, right? And I liked how you wrote aabout the cholera."

"Couldn't let them have a happy ending," Cal said with a faint grin.

"I can't imagine you writing a happy ending," Claire said, with her own tiny smile.

"Good," Cal grinned back. "Happy endings are boring."

And entirely unrealistic.

"What is it you mean by getting the art together?" Alice asked. "Are we decorating with our individual pieces, or are we simply finding an area and making art on the spot?"

It was possible that Alice was far too distracted by making art itself, weekly, to have paid proper attention. Alice never was any good at sitting and listening.

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"Well, whichever you want," Claire said. "But what I was thinking about was finding out who wanted a piece in the Crawl and kind of overseeing everything -- making sure all the art gets there and that things next to each other sort of get along."

She twirled a piece of hair. "Am I making sense?"

"I believe so," Alice nodded. "I should be happy to assist in that regard. Also ... may we engage in live acts of art during the crawl, after we've set all the pieces up?"

Alice tended to the chaos side of life.

"Nothing that's going to hurt anybody physically," Claire cautioned, because this was Alice. "But other than that? Go for it."

"Non-violent art," Alice grinned. "I suppose I can manage that."

She was flattered by the implication, really.

"Awesome," Claire chirped, grateful.

Hang out, chat, put some beads on string.

This was something Angela could get into.

She could thread chunky beads onto a string while she chatted, definitely.

Nope, not rocket science, but Cal decided that he was going to treat putting beads on a string like it was just because it distinctly was not.

And, hey, he figured he'd make a half dozen purple ones and keep them in his pocket to pull out to ease over certain blondes when he got them huffy next time.

Once she pings in.

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