Ash's Art Appreciation, Studio Work #6

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Ash sits in his chair, since his desk still isn't repaired from yesterday::

::There are no materials laid out for the class, but there is instructions on the board, as usual::

"Art isn't necessarily objects. Today, you will do something artistic in front of me and your fellow students. Don't be shy, knuckleheads!"

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Han is on the Bio field trip, trying not to become resisting the urge to make Jayne become looking at corpses. There should be a note from Ms. Sidle to that effect]]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Dude, You're only expected to show up to one studio session a week. You can miss today no problem.]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

Chihaya looked at the assignment and blinked several times. He didn't know if he could do anything 'artistic'. Well, one thing...maybe...

Worried to pieces that he'd look a fool, Chihaya stood up and cleared his throat. His high tenor voice rang through the classroom.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

Red cheeked and clearly embarrassed, he went back to his seat.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stands up and applauds::

That was really beautiful, kid. Good job.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

*dries her eyes* What a lovely tune. I have never heard it, as we have very different music where I am from, but it is quite affecting, isn't it? Nicely done.

*smiles*

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*Delirium walks in, with a swarm of fingerpainted butterflies fluttering around her. When she sits down, they settle, covering her desk in startlingly bright colours and, possibly, spreading to other desks as well*

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*tries to catch one when it lands on his desk*

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 stands absolutely still for the length of the class, never moving an inch.

[ETA: Seriously. He's not moving. Have fun with this]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stands up out of his chair, raising an eyebrow::

Yo, Six... you okay?

::waves a hand in front of Six's face::

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

*teh still*

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::raises his eyebrow higher::

::turns away, and then quickly turns back, shouting::

HAI-KEEBA!

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Still nothing.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::pulls out a marker, and tries to write "I am a Fish" on Six's forehead::

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*squints at the marker*

THat doEsn'T lOok like a FIsh, unLEss it'S a new KInd I don'T knOw?

[[ooc: if it's okay with you, she's going to animate the marker]]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it isn't, kid. ::shakes his head, and hand her the marker::

You got a better idea?

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 still doesn't move.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::frowns at Six::

Kid, is this your art? Standin' still?

...cause if it isn't, I gotta go get Doc House, in case you've been petrifickied or something.

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 remains immobile. He'd hope that's a sufficient answer, but that'd require movement of some kind, certainly.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Ash goes to the remains of his desk, and removes a piece of paper, some string, and a stapler::

::He laughs as he writes on the piece of paper, staples the string to the paper, and hangs it around Six's neck like a giant medallion on a chain::

::The Paper reads "I'm with Stupid"::

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*one of the butterflies lands on his head, followed by another*

*and another...*

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Unmoved, 6 is. Yes.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I am going to perform an imitation."

Lisa stands in front of the class, performing various twitchy movements and giving emo eyes, then proceeds to fake make out with her hand, on which she has written Angela across her knuckles, and say "I love you, No I love you more, No I love YOU more."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::blinks a few times, severely confused::

Uhhh, good work.

::scratches his head::

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I'm being Marty... from class. It's funny?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Wait, Marty makes out with his hand? ::hearty laugh::

That's hilarious, baby. Good work.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Coughs*
If you have to explain a joke it's really not funny
*Coughs*

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Oh, like you can blame me. Coach Ash isn't the brightest bulb on the string.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

He didn't need an explanation for the sock puppet routine I just did. *sticks out tongue*

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Like he had any idea what you were actually talking about. He was too distracted by the boobs on the sock to care. *blows raspberry*

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Yeah but who's getting a drink from Ash? Who's the winner? Other than that satisfied raspberry over there smoking a cigarette? That would be Marty. Me. The Win-ner. Neener Neener

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Because getting a drink from Ash would be difficult if I wanted one? You want to play, baby boy, we can play. You think that raspberry look satisfied, just imagine my face when I bury you.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Bring it on. Best Brown noser wins. But I need a handicap because I'm lacking the boobage.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty scowls and pulls out sock puppet that has long brown hair and is wearing a low cut blouse. He puts on a puppet show.

Puppet: "Hi! My name is Liza Fuddy. I'm the biggest brown-noser in the world and I like to make out with a totally gay vampire with really gay hair. The vampire is totally evil and likes to kill small puppies but he wears leather pants and that makes it okay."

[OOC: *iz ded from the performance art*]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::stands up and applauds::

Sock puppets, kid! Sock puppets! ::continues to applaud::

Remind me to buy you a drink sometime. ::laugh::

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa laughs. Everyone thinks sock puppets are funny.

"Well, small puppies are better than random people he's never even met, I suppose.


...and his hair isn't that gay."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::scratches head::

Wait, who's got gay hair?

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa looks slightly disturbed, "Ahhhh... no one?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Right.

::starts scribbling notes on his clipboard, wondering if it's possible for hair to have sexual preferences::

::after the sudden burst of thinking, he then just starts making doodles of Cuddy's boobies::

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sooooo gay. Gay. Gayer Gayest. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay. Just having hair that's gay.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

.......................................................................................................................Okay, it is pretty gay.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*only knows how to do one thing artistic*

*dances for the class*

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::claps::

Good job. I'm sure you're dancing makes your momma proud. ::grins::

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*bows* Thank you, sir.

*quiet* If mother alive, she probably not be proud, though.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

*looks sad at the quiet boy*

*whispers* I never knew my mother, but sometimes it helps to imagine that they would love us no matter what. *smiles small smile at him, the comfort kind, not the grin kind*

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa pulled an eyepatch out of his pocket and put it on. He then stepped to the front of the class and performed a ridiculously accurate rendention of his old captain trying to find his way back to the ship after too many mugs of rum, getting lost and having to perform a strip tease to get directions.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

*recites traditional story from her home, in native language, Thari. Then translates it, the story of the creation of the world. It sounds pretty fantastical as it has a Unicorn and a magical Pattern that all of creation is the reflection of and there are epic battles and strange creatures and the whole telling of it took fifteen minutes. At least that is what the clock says.*