it's art time byotches

[delincuente]

Who: Alex Russo and YOU
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The art studio on the Iskaulit
When: Pre-moon

[After several weeks of getting her big project together, it's finally the day Alex has been working towards - her art therapy studio is finished! It's a long room with white walls and a high, industrial ceiling. Along one wall are open shelves of supplies and wide basin sinks, while the other features large windows looking out on space. Several large easels are set up, as well as some tables and stools. Whatever kind of art it is you want to do, the room seems to be stocked for it - whatever you're looking for just seems to show up somewhere among the items, and paint and cleaning supplies never seem to run out. Of course, no charm is perfect. Depending on what's on your mind, you may find a cheeseburger or a roll of fake cash instead. The room has a few other quirks as well, like a self-cleaning floor and lighting that adjusts to your preference as soon as you feel you need it to. Half the work was in getting actual supplies together, but Alex spent a fair amount of time charming the hell out of it as well.

The wizard herself can be found around the studio throughout the day, working on a small painting in one corner. Part of it seems to consist of skyscrapers, in all sorts of rainbow colors, while other parts look like a bright nebula, reaching down in between the buildings. She'll be waving to people that come in, trying to be outgoing and pleasant for once, but for the most part she'll be absorbed in her own work.

Come on in and throw some paint around! Everyone is welcome.] 

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[astrobleme]

[Shinji has been in a very weird, very crabby mood for the past few days. The usual teenage angst over teenage things, compounded with his more serious issues, has made for a difficult time for him. He stops wandering in pointless circles around the Iskaulit when he finally notices the art studio that's open to the public. This must be... from the network, that thing and that wizard...

Entering the studio, he doesn't want to stray too far from the door. He's young and uncertain and doesn't have much of a presence on his own. His eyes are drawn to paint that's waiting to be used, though. There's one shade of purple in particular that really snags his attention.]

Hi?

[His voice is a tiny squeak. He tries again, still nervous:]

Uhm, hello? Is this the... art... the art therapy... place? Studio? Studio place?

[delincuente]

[Ah, another guest Alex doesn't immediately recognize. She's still a bit stunned that people other than her close friends want to come here - maybe that means it really was a good idea.]

Yeah, you found it. Come on in.

[astrobleme]

["Come on in"? That's it? It's as simple as that? Shinji is almost suspicious that anything could be so simple, but he's edging his way into the studio, one step at a time. It smells like paint. Then: Of course it smells like paint, you idiot.

He has to take a deep breath to steady himself.]

There's a lot more stuff here than I thought there would be... It's really neat.

[delincuente]

[She notices his hesitance, and watches a little more closely, trying to figure out what's up. It's just art, Shinji.]

Well, not everyone needs the same supplies. Lucky for me, I've got a spell for that.

[astrobleme]

[To Shinji, it's a lot more than just art. The whole "therapy" thing is what's throwing him for a loop. He's almost expecting one of NERV's shitty crisis counselors to pop out from behind an easel.]

Oh, right, you talked about being a wizard.

[He strays closer to the collection of paints, too shy for a direct approach.]

I'm Shinji. The, uh... enchilada-deprived one. [He smiles vaguely.] It's good to meet you.

[delincuente]

Guilty as charged.

[She gives him a smile, though, spinning around in her wooden stool.]

I'm Alex. Captain of the SS Paisley, and resident Earth culture expert.

[astrobleme]

[Another captain, huh... Shinji's paramilitary training is so deeply engrained that he responds automatically. His posture straightens out, he doesn't fiddle with his fingers, and he tries to make some amount of eye contact.]

I'm a pilot for the Heron, [he says, a little steadier,] and I don't know too much about culture. Is that a painting you're working on?