Shop, Tuesday, period 3

[vdistinctive]

Class met back in the danger shop again, which was set up in the junkyard, shop tables and power tools arranged in the central clearing.

"Right," Eliot said when the students had all gathered. "So I was tempted to have you guys actually beat some swords into plowshares, but that's a little bit heavy handed and honestly, I'm a fan of a well-wielded sword." A somewhat far-off expression passed over his face, eyebrow creeping up, then he visibly shrugged the thought off. "Anyway, there's those who've been sayin' that one bright side of dark an' turbulent times is the art made by those bein' oppressed. Art's often been used as an outlet and a way to express feelings and ideas that otherwise might be difficult to get across -- or hard to get past government censors. Now, there's plenty who'll call bull on the romanticization of the 'starving artist' or the idea that political and social strife are necessary for artistic creation, and frankly, I ain't qualified to weigh in on it either way. And what we do here, in this class? This ain't my art. But I will say that havin' an art, an outlet for expression, is what pulled me out of a very dark time personally. What you make doesn't have to have anything to do with what you're goin' through outside your kitchen, or your studio, or your workshop. Just the act of bein' in that space and focusing in on a project can do wonders for your equilibrium and your spirit. Some days, it'll be all you've got." His mouth quirked up on one side in a faint smile. "Anyway. Today's an open shop day. Work on whatever gets you excited, or settles you down, anything you can just focus in on and keep your mind from wanderin'. Only thing I'm asking of ya this week is to make something that makes you happy."

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Re: Make something

[good_for_six]

Was Isabela making terrible excuses and vanishing? No, she wasn't.

"And what about my need to corrupt sweet, innocent carnies?"

Re: Make something

[boneyard_girl]

And any good books Ada had that were worth stealing were...probably stolen from Isabela anyway.

"Well, if it's sweet carnies you're craving, I might have a few cousins you'd like..."

Re: Make something

[good_for_six]

"I seem to recall you tasting sweet enough."

ISABELA. NO.

Re: Make something

[boneyard_girl]

Ada didn't have much in the way of shame, or hang-ups about sex. One of the benefits of growing up in a very large and diverse family.

She did, however, have a vague sense of what was and wasn't appropriate flirting during class. "'Bela!" she hissed, blushing pink as she glanced around to make sure no one had heard that. "Don't be terrible!"

Re: Make something

[good_for_six]

Isabela and shame were very rare acquaintances indeed, and pretty much never when it came to sex.

"I thought you liked it when I was terrible," she said, turning her head to try and steal a kiss.

You were the worst, Isabela.

Re: Make something

[boneyard_girl]

"Save some of the terrible for later, please?" Ada asked, letting her steal that kiss. "Class is almost done, keep it in your chemise."

'Keep it in your pants' didn't really apply much to Isabela's preferred fashion choices.

Re: Make something

[good_for_six]

She wore trousers occasionally, just usually when it was most inappropriate to do so.

"Yes, dear," Isabela said, sounding not at all contrite.

Re: Make something

[boneyard_girl]

The 'dear' got a little snicker out of her, and the edges of her mouth quirked up into a smile. "I don't feel like you're sorry," Ada pointed out dryly. "At all."

Re: Make something

[good_for_six]

"I'll show you just how sorry I am after class."

Isabela, this would be why Ada doubted your sincerity.