fandomhigh | Art Club, Art Classroom, Monday, 4/6

So yesterday half the school was fighting zombies and a big chunk of the other half actually was zombies, and today things were back to normal.

Kind of normal. Sort of normal. Normal enough that Claire was in the art room after classes, dragging out crayons, construction paper, and pipe cleaners for the club meeting, when an especially small and timid gremlin who would never have bothered her at all if it wasn't for the treaty hopped out from behind the tempera paints and bit her wrist hard.

"Fucking OW," Claire said, and that was the last thing Claire would say as herself for quite a while. For the moment, she thought she was a three-year-old furry red monster.

"La la la la, la la la la, Elmo's world ...," he sang, repeating it as people assembled for the club. Elmo kept talking once everyone was there. He had so many friends, and they all looked so smart!

"Hi! Elmo's goldfish Dorothy was thinking about art." Dorothy was, in fact, a misshapen attempt at pottery left in the studio to dry, and thus had probably been thinking about no such thing. "Elmo has a question for you! How do you make art?"

He bounced. "And after you answer that, we'll sing the art song! 'Art art art, art art art, art art art art aaaaaaart'!"

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Childishly.

Or boggle at the redhead who is very much not a three-year-old red monster, even if she thinks she is.

Edited 2009-04-06 12:39 (UTC)

Once she tags in!

Someone had to claim the first gremlin bite -- I figured it might as well be me. Also, "Elmo's World" is my daughter's very first fandom so I watch it about 53 times a week.

I think she ships Dorothy/Mr. Noodle. (I tried to explain why the fish thing made that a little difficult, but she just rolled her eyes at me.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU=WINNAR!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Do you want me to post next week, BTW?

Katina Choovanski

You would = WINNAR if you did that! Thank you for offering.

Consider it done, then!

Katchoo was too tired and emotionally wiped to do anything but sit there and succumb to a fit of quiet hysterics, really. She'd just be over there in the corner snickering behind her hand.

A lot.

Angela Montenegro

"Elmo," who would really hate herself a lot as soon as this wore off, bounded over to Katchoo.

"Elmo's friend Katchoo is happy! Katchoo, do pretty pictures make you happy?"

The thing was, at the moment Katchoo actually was happy. Shh. And because she actually kind of liked Claire, she wasn't going to give her too much crap about it afterward.

Which didn't rule out being privately amused, because come on.

"Yeah, sure," she said, stifling a guffaw. "Why not?"

Cal Stephanides

"Elmo doesn't know!" Claire said. "Elmo likes to draw happy things with his crayons. Elmo draws pictures of the sun, and flowers, and puppies! What do you like to draw?"

Oh, god. This was way too much fun, and Katchoo wasn't even going to think about karma right now.

"Oh, y'know," she drawled. "Naked people mostly."

Claire looked down at herself. "Elmo is a naked monster!"

Thankfully, none of that was true.

That was all it took for Katchoo to fall off her chair laughing.

Really, what was the scarier thing here?

"Go, you, Elmo," she wheezed between snickers. "You tell 'em where they can shove their clothes requirement."

Yeah, considering how Cal had spent all morning (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/2076621.html) singing and dancing around the library about books, he had a pretty good idea what was going on with Claire there.

He was just going to groan a moment and bury his face in his hands. There was, of course, the natural embarrassment by proxy, but there was also the strong sense of self-preservation that made him reluctant to do or say anything in not wanting his girlfriend to hate both life and him once she started to feel better.

omg I hate you for getting the theme song from that show in my head.

"Is Elmo's friend Cal sleepy?" Claire asked. Perkily.

She was going to want to kill herself.

"When Elmo is sleepy, Elmo gets his teddy and takes a nap!"

ELMO LOVES HIS GOLDFISH, HIS CRAYON TOOOOOO!

Love you too, babe.

Peyton Sawyer

Peyton was still focused on her zombie drawings.

It just had to be Claire, too, didn't it? It couldn't have been someone he could actually mess with and propagate with shit because they weren't someone who, in a few hours, would have the power to withhold important things like sex from him...

"Yeah," Cal muttered, trying to think of the easiest, most harmless thing to possibly say. "A little sleepy."

Prancing around a library all day, singing, could do that to a person.

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