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Choose Your Own Adventure, Thursday afternoon

Kenzi had sent the students (there was no way she could think of them as 'her' students) an email last night, telling them to meet her at the bus stop early for class.

"Field trip day!" she caroled. "We're going to the Graffiti Warehouse for an art day. There's a body painter there who's providing props, so if you want to paint up and photograph yourself against his backdrops, knock yourself out. There are mural-sized canvases, so go crazy. Only thing you can't do that I actually don't want you to do is photograph other people's art, 'cause that's sketchy without their permission, and I'd like to go back there again sometime."

She gave them a cherubic smile. "There'll be another event after we get back."

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The Graffiti Warehouse has murals to paint, bodypaint and costumes to don and photograph, and other artists to chat with. Go crazy.

Cecil looked over the clothes, delighted, then dressed up in a sparkly jacket, furry pants in a ~~totally clashing, wtf Cecil~~ contrasting color, and spiffy boots (in yet another color).

Then he headed out to paint!

Kenzi grinned and grabbed a red wedding gown, spray paint in one hand, camera phone in the other. "So, whatcha gonna paint?"

"Gosh, I don't know! I haven't decided yet." Cecil chewed his lip and eyed the huge blank canvas. "Just...freeform, maybe? Something abstract but colorful?"

Cecil liked color, in case anyone couldn't guess.

"Put Foucault in it!" Because everything was better with flamingo-ostriches. "With the abstract. A bird in a sea of color!"

"Oo, that would be neat!" Cecil shrugged. "I'm not that great an artist, though. You think you could add him?"

"I can add a cartoon of him?" Kenzi offered, looking around for pink and orange paint. "That work?"

"Sure!" Cecil grabbed orange and green and started making big swirls and swooshes.

Foucault (http://www.bradfitzpatrick.com/shop/images/products/a042-cartoon-flamingo-clipart.jpg) looked pretty good, Kenzi felt. Also those swooshes were looking very jungle-y. "Niiiice." She paused to take a photo of him painting, then one of their mural. "I'm thinking tattoos are gonna be next week's thing. Still haven't found any that move, though."

"Oo!" Cecil grinned and waved at the camera. "That would be neat. Especially if you can find the moving kind!" He paused to look at their mural. "This looks great!"

"'Cause we have a vision." A vision of pink and green and yellow! "We should do something like this on the warehouses on the docks, definitely."

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Karina was a) glad this was legal and b) really into the whole idea.

And c) she wasn't body shy.

So hopefully no one minded that she was down to her panties and bra, both of which were a shocking ice blue, tracked herself down a pair of high heels in the same colour, and was getting body painted up to look like the sky at sunrise.

(It worked with her underthings! Coordination was important.)

When she looked suitably dramatic (and amazing), which took a while, Karina got to work posing in front of the pre-made backdrops. It was funny how she posed like she knew precisely what she was doing. Almost like she'd had training in it…

"Oooooo, pretty!" Kenzi tromped over in her wedding dress, beaming, and took a pic for herself. "Very artistic, I like it!"

"Thanks!" Karina said, breaking pose long enough to grin at the teacher. "It's kinda sad it won't last that long, but on the other hand I'm not sure I'd want to always look like this."

Because... yeah, no.

"Your wedding dress is very bright," she added, wanting to compliment the teacher back.

"Awww, this old thing. Reminds me of my wedding to Cecil." Kenzi grinned. "And I think it's a great look, but it'd have to get chilly after a while, at least. You don't mind the heels with it?"

Kaylin was a bit horrified at all of this, and thought perhaps she'd just hang back and Not Watch people getting far more unclothed than she was comfortable with.

"You okay there?" Kenzi gave her a big smile. At least she was wearing a wedding dress? "You can just do the murals and stuff." There are no bodies over there!

"Back home, people would not take their clothes off so easily. Or at all really. Not in public."

She wasn't a prude, really. Just not used to something like this.

"I'm not sure I understand the point of this," she admitted. She was looking a little ragged and dirty, with blood peeking out here and there from where she hadn't quite cleaned it all up well enough. Don't worry, it wasn't hers.

"The unclothed part, or the graffiti part?" Kenzi frowned a little. "Dude, you're not going to get paint in any scratches, are you? That's a little too avant-garde."

"Either really," Kaylin said.

She looked down at her long sleeves and sighed at the mess. "It's not mine," she said. "I thought I cleaned it all up, but I guess I didn't do so good a job. Do people do stuff like this painting thing a lot here?"

She'd never seen that before either.

"Oh sure. They don't where you're from?" Kenzi shook up a can, fast, and sprayed a large K onto a random mural in bright tangerine. "I mean, you do it outside, on buildings, it's a way of marking territory. Or expressing an opinion. Or you know, just beautifying the boring. Here, it's mostly just to make stuff pretty. Or a point. Or let out the urge to make a mark." She grinned. "The body-painting stuff is half making it look like it's three-dimensional in photos? And I think half for the shock factor."

She bit her lip. "Should I ask, as a nominally responsible adult person, almost, whose blood it is? Or should we just let that go as 'I should see the other guy'?"

"Well, we don't have anything like those cans, that's for sure," Kaylin said. "But I guess it's... kind of interesting."

Then the rest of what Kenzi said registered. "What? Oh no! I didn't hurt anyone! When I was in Professor Skywalker's class one of the giant hairy things cut his arm and I..." She hesitated. Technically she wasn't supposed to talk about it. In Elantra. Which technically she wasn't in, so...

"Well, I healed it, but it bled a lot and I got it all over me. And then I fell on the floor, so... yeah."

"Ahhh. So you were being magic paramedic, and didn't have time to wash everything up. Gotcha. Whew." Kenzi's smile had brightened. "Cooool. You're definitely okay now, though?"

She looked at the can of spray paint, and pointed to some of the bigger brushes around too. "We've got those, the more traditional stuff. And smaller ones for detail work. Nice thing about spraying, is it's fast, so, you can do a big space pretty quickly if you go for the big sweeping art."

"Just tired," Kaylin admitted. "I did a lot this week, but I couldn't just let him bleed like that, you know?"

Still Kenzi's enthusiasm was infectious, so she picked up a can gingerly and pushed the button - luckily with the spray part facing away from her - and jumped as it went everywhere. "Woah!"

Kenzi snickered. "Fun, hunh? It's under pressure, don't ask me how they get it in there, I've got no clue, but one little press of the button, and--"

PSSSHHHHHHHT another E next to the K, and then an N!

"You're in business!" She grinned at Kaylin. "Just don't get that crap in your eyes, bad plan... and of course you can't let somebody bleed out. I just hope he gave you cookies for it."

Always get cookies!