Creative Inspirations, Monday, Period One

[furnaceface]

"Good morning," Hannibal greeted the class. "I hope you all had an interesting and relaxing weekend. Today, we have a rare opportunity, and will be visiting the castle of Sammezzano, in Tuscany. It was built in the mid nineteenth century as a retreat by a marquis; all of the materials were created locally, and the entire thing was designed by him to echo styles of art and architecture from around the world, though he never himself left Italy."

He held up a hand. "These days, the castle has suffered significant wear, and is in the process of being restored. It is rarely open to the public. Please be careful and respectful while you are there."

After that, you weren't his concern.

//Unless a guide specifically tells you that you can touch it... please don't touch it,// Jono added, a bit wryly. //This place is something of a treasure, and we're allowed in by virtue of the fact that we're a fairly small group as it is.//

And that Hannibal was very persuasive.

Also that.

//You can feel free to take photos, though. Just don't detour too far from us if you'd like a closer look at something. Let us know what you're up to, and we'll try to get you as close as we can.//

Respectfully.

"The guides will mostly speak some English, but their primary language is Italian, if you know it. If you have a problem speaking with or understanding them, let me know."

And with that, the portal opened, and the students were ushered on through.

[OOC: Open!]

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Create!

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Creatively!

Re: Create!

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snagged a canvas and drew some crude, arch-like shapes on it, much like back at the castle.

Why he spent the rest of the class adding little shaded black figures to that drawing, caught in various postures of pain or sadness, he was in no mood to explain.

Re: Create!

[wildandbrave]

Cosette headed over to the piano and started playing around with an old hymn -- something reverential and serious, the way she'd learned it at the convent, but changing the key, adjusting a phrase here and there, adding in some ornamentation, and playing with the tempo and meter to transform it bit by bit into something brighter, more colorful but somehow still stately.

At least, she hoped that was the end result.