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History of Art / Studio Art Combined Studio | March 24, Periods 5&6

Most of interior of the classroom has been cleared of furniture. What remains has been stacked at the front of the class, along with a selection of things like packing crates, pilates balls, stepladders, that sort of thing.

Autolycus grinned like a maniac. "Today, kids, you're going to work together to create an installation."

Class Roster
[ooc: OCD threads ~~coming~~ are up!]

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Rory nodded. "I get that. Kind of. I mean, not to the same degree, but I know that if anyone had told me they could do stuff like that before I came here? I would have totally thought they were crazy."

"I could handle that. It's the people that want to kill you that are the problem," Isabel said. She looked away and then suddenly got busy arranging crates.

Angel noticed the disturbance and came over. "You okay?"

[ooc: may be leaving work early, just wanted to place him here, will be back about an hour or so after I vanish]

"I'm fine!" Isabel smiled. "Did you hear the radio last night?"

Jake was sitting a little while away, sketching while watching Isabel, sort of pleased that his suspicion had panned out. More pleased that Isabel didn't seem dangerous. At least at the moment.

After making a stockpile of paper snowballs to throw at Xander, Isabel looked around for some more targets.

A paper snowball might have suddenly gone in Jake's direction.

"Didn't get a chance," Angel said. "Why, what happened?"

"Rita Skeeter told everyone I was an alien." Although she said it with a smile, the way she slammed the crate she was moving down was a good sign that Isabel was not happy.

"What? How in the hell did she find out?" Angel asked.

[ooc: NP!]

"Haven't a clue," Isabel said breezily. She stepped back and studied the crates. Which looked like, stacked crates. A wave of her hand they became brightly colored stack crates. "What do you think? I have no idea what it is, but at at least they're colorful."

"I think maybe you need to take a step back," Angel said, looking at her with worry now. "This isn't like you."

[ooc: Works =) ]

"It's okay," she smiled. "It's not like it's a big secret anymore. I might as well have fun with what I can do."

"Okay," Angel said, looking between Isabel and Parker. "I don't, you know, drink the water or anything so maybe you could tell me if somebody put something in it today?"

"No!" Parker's laughing again, only a little calmer. "I just-- am having a great day. A really great day. Get a grip. This is what I look like when I'm *thrilled*. Take a picture so you remember." She cocks her head at Isabel, then shrugs at Angel in response to that part of the question.

[Izzy back in 1/2 an hour]

"Yes," Angel said, "but you thrilled is creeping me out."

"Awwwwwwwwwww."

Yes, she really said that.

Then grinned.

She might be enjoying the freaking out almost as much as the original reason she was happy.

"Want some glitter?"

"Don't make me take desperate measures, Parker. 'cause I will."

At which point, Parker slides off her Pilates ball and just giggles, both hands over her face, trying to get a grip on herself and not really succeeding.

Angel stood over her, a diabolical grin on his face. "I have a pencil, a sketchpad, and photographic memory of all the things Cal and I have been doing to make up for lost time. Do you want me to mix these things together? Do you?"

"Ack!" Gigggling turns to coughing, more giggling, then successive wheezes as Parker slowly pulls it together, one hand over her mouth to hide the smile. "Mmph. Meerp?"

"All right then," Angel said. He held his hand out to help her stand.

Parker takes his hand, and carefully gets to her feet. She's not bouncing, just smiling a little, but she's trying to keep her eyes on her feet as she sways. "Ahem. Wow. And if that wasn't a bucket of cold water, I don't know what is."

Smiling, yeah, but not too brightly. Yup. Almost normal.

"I'm here to help," Angel said. He gave her a pat on the back.

"Thanks." Another deep breath. "Yup. Dignity. Returned." She grinned. "I'm-- going to go throw glitter on Isabel. So I can work some of this off. Heh."

Re: The Installation!

notstakedyet.livejournal.com - 2006-03-25 00:36 (UTC) - Expand

While Parker gleed, Isabel started throwing (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/745801.html?thread=35673673#t35673673) snowballs (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/745801.html?thread=35669833#t35669833).

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