fandomhigh | Art, Thursday, Period Three

Class was in the Danger Shop today, but the Danger Shop itself was set up to look like a large, airy art room, filled with any number of different options for art. There were canvases with acrylics, oils, and watercolors. Large sheets of paper with pens, pencils, crayons, markers, chalk, and charcoal. Clay for molding and shaping, supplies for papier-mâché, and colored sand, styrofoam, and wax for sculpting. There were crystals and beads and even raw macaroni noodles in various shapes and colors, along with string and glue and construction paper. In the corner of the room, there were even supplies to make sock puppets. Pretty much any ~~moddable~~ art material someone could need was available.

"Welcome to art class," Hardison said, waving as his class entered--and keeping an eye out for any visitors that might be peeping in as well. "This is just straight up an' art class, not art history or art theory. So while we might spend some time learnin' about different techniques an' stuff, most of the class is geared towards y'all gettin' your hands dirty an' learnin' by doin'. Consider it an hour you get to spend creatin' somethin' an' maybe discoverin' a talent you ain't know you had."

If there was one thing he'd seen among the denizens of Fandom, it was that most of them were creative in one way or another, even if that creativity was just finding new and exciting ways to get into trouble.

"Now, I know that this week is supposed to be introductions an' it will be. But we're doin' it at the end. For today, I want you to spend the period makin' somethin' that you feel represents you. Paint a picture. Draw somethin'. Make somethin'. Build somethin'. Whatever you feel represents who you are, express it with some kinda art. At the end of class, we're gonna go 'round the room an' introduce ourselves. Name, grade, any kinda art experience you already got, an' then an explanation of what you created an' why it represents who you are."

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Peridot had created, all within the span of the class, a... monstrosity, mostly. It appeared at a glance to be made of pipe cleaner and plasticine, and it had rainbow-dyed feathers stuck into it here and there for visual interest. It also scuttled around the floor like a four-legged crab creature, though its legs weren't attached to the lumpy mass that was apparently meant to be its body.

It wasn't quite like one of her old robonoids, but it would do in a pinch.

"I'm the lovable, adorable Peridot!" She held out her arm, and the scuttling... thing... climbed up her body and came to perch on her shoulder, where it just sort of jittered in place, feathers ruffled around it. "And I made this! It's about all I ever used to have experience with. Back on Homeworld, I was a technician, not... artistic."

Meep morpistic.

"What is it?" Rufus asked, because... what.

"And who lied to you and said you were 'lovable and adorable'?"

Rufus was a good friend. Really.

"It's my own creation," Peridot said, preening a little. "I call it a robirdnoid."

It was a monster.

"And nobody lied to me," she added, throwing in an expressive roll of her eyes. "I love and adore me, therefore, I must be." She smirked. "I think Pumpkin would agree."

"It's a monstrosity," Rufus said flatly.

A beat.

"Both that you created that and that you believe those things. Pumpkin is hardly an unbiased sort."

He was reasonably sure that if Dark Nation were asked, Rufus would be tattled on as being a total softy. He doubted Pumpkin's version of the story without ever having to ask.

Peridot scrunched up her nose at Rufus at that and just kind of glared balefully at him for a minute.

Then she reached up, snatched one of the floating plasticine legs from her horrible creation, and threw it at him.

She followed that up by sticking her tongue out at him.

"I am too lovable!"

"Ah." Hardison stared at the...creation...wondering if it was actually a bad thing to snuff out the spark of creativity in a student. "You made a what now?" he asked, smiling straining a little at the edges.

That thing skittered up Peridot's body and it made him want to yell for Eliot and get a broom to whack it with. It skittered.

"It's like my old robonoids!" Peridot enthused. "We'd use them for everything from repairs to information gathering back on Homeworld! I added extra organic embellishments to mine, though."

Of course she had.

"So, like a blendin' of your old world an' new?" Hardison asked, with quiet desperation. "Old robonoids like you used to make, but artistic an' organic, as befitting your new home?"

"Exactly!" Peridot was so proud that Hardison had figured it out so quickly! "Honestly, I wasn't sure it could be done, but a few thousand years of working in the Kindergartens means I know my way around a little clay."

She gave her creation an affectionate pat.

"It will almost be a shame to dismantle it!"

"But that's the great thing about art!" Hardison said quickly, before that idea could take root. "You can always try again! Later! Much, much, much later! But now, you can take it apart and build something completely new next week!"

With less skittering maybe?

Peridot nodded thoughtfully for a moment, and then flicked her wrist. The... thingy... skittered back down to the floor.

And then she stepped on it, squishing plasticine underfoot. It spasmed for a moment, then kind of just whirred to a very squidgy stop.

"I can make a better one next time! Pumpkin would probably feel jealous anyway."

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