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fandomtownies2010-02-18 08:17 am
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Strokes of Genius, Thursday (February 18)
Having a class movie day (which translated to 'Chewie wears out a pencil sketching her way through class' day) knocked the chances of the mood in the store being volatile down a notch or two; a good yelling match with Arthur (which was, perhaps not inexplicably, good for the soul) accounted for the loss of another ten percentage points of that chance.
With one more class to get through tomorrow before break started, Katchoo was almost relaxed, the loud punk-Celtic-fusion fiddle music coming from the stereo notwithstanding. Even her cynical self hadn't been able to resist the Olympic opening ceremonies, apparently.
She'd set up her canvas near the counter; after a few minutes of contemplating it, she picked up a brush and started to slap heavy, paint-laden streaks of reds and deep blues across it in time with the music. She wasn't sure what it would be yet, but she had the feeling it was going to be interesting . . . probably in the 'oh my god, were you on drugs when you did this?' way.
[OOC: Oh, did I mention the post is open? And the OCD facepalmed itself into oblivion (shut up, it's anthropomorphic OCD and can totally do that) at my impulse-buying iTunes habit.]
With one more class to get through tomorrow before break started, Katchoo was almost relaxed, the loud punk-Celtic-fusion fiddle music coming from the stereo notwithstanding. Even her cynical self hadn't been able to resist the Olympic opening ceremonies, apparently.
She'd set up her canvas near the counter; after a few minutes of contemplating it, she picked up a brush and started to slap heavy, paint-laden streaks of reds and deep blues across it in time with the music. She wasn't sure what it would be yet, but she had the feeling it was going to be interesting . . . probably in the 'oh my god, were you on drugs when you did this?' way.
[OOC: Oh, did I mention the post is open? And the OCD facepalmed itself into oblivion (shut up, it's anthropomorphic OCD and can totally do that) at my impulse-buying iTunes habit.]