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Who: Windrose crew and friends!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: All Windrose, all the time
When: In the general August area

[We may be sad to leave the beautiful planet behind, but we still have each other!]

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[ He hands the journal over. ]

Give it back once you're done.

[Wrath opens the journal and fees the paper meditatively between her fingers. She offers it back to Charles.]

You hold onto it. I'll do the painting on digital and get it printed, and then we can attach it in the journal. So while I'm working on that, you can have Steve Write in it.

[ He takes it back gently. ]

All right. Tell me when you're ready and I'll come by.

Oh yeah, that'd be smarter than me bringing it to you, if you want it to be a surprise.

Hey Charles, what are your favorite colors?

My favourite . . . ? Blue, I suppose. I have an odd fondness for pale brown - a more ochre kind of colouring.

[She goes to a blank screen on her frame and does a few slashes of color on it -- a few shades of ochre, and then a wider range of blues, intense to muted, light to dark.]

Which do you think?

Very nice. Albeit, I'm no art critic, but I enjoy the play of light.

[She laughs and leans against him briefly.] Pick your favorite shades, silly.

Oh. Yes. Uh.

[ He skims the palette before picking something akin to sky blue and a fawnish-brown. ]

[She puts a little mark next to each.]

Awesome. It's a good combination.

Do you draw?

Not even a little, I'm afraid.

Wanna learn?

Me?

I'm afraid I'm not the most artistically minded. As you have . . . already noticed.

I think everyone is artistic in their own way.

Bet you'd still like the game I taught Delta.

What game is that?

[Wrath props the digital frame over both their laps. She takes the stylus and draws a little stick figure person.] So once upon a time, there was an awesome guy named Charles. And he lived...

[She hands Charles the stylus. His turn.]

[ He taps it to his chin before drawing a brown house. ]

In a chocolate house. There he had . . .

Ooh! A puppy made out of sprinkles!

[Multicolored dog ahoy.]

And there was...

[ A pause, before he sketches. His drawing skills are not actually awful, due to the fact that diagrams were a heavy part of his studies. ]

A girl named Wrath. She brought rainbows wherever she went. And then . . .

[Awww, cute! She grins and bumps Charles's shoulder lightly with her own once he's done sketching.]

They decided to take a walk on the moon! [She adds a moon-like landscape.]

You realize now I'm thinking of the logistics of breathing on the moon.

[ He adds some helmets. ]

You're very practical, Charles. I think there should be jet packs, too.

[Adding those in.]

Why jet packs?

The question you really need to ask yourself is "why not jetpacks?"

I can't say I have a great fondness for them.