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The Art room is tucked away in the corner - one way in and out, which is just how the teacher likes it. The classroom looks normal enough from the outside, with its standard door and numberplate (with an added addendum by the teacher, his name and the class title added on a piece of Muck Tape). The inside, however, looks like someone found all of the weird, eclectic stuff within a five mile radius, ate it, and then vomited it all up. The teacher has either completely lost his mind, or is trying way, way too hard. The cabinets that line the walls are partially filled with beginner art supplies: slime-based paints, earwax crayons, and...glitter, a thing so evil that it can be known by no other name.

The room scarecely changes, save for a slow depletion of art supplies and an occasional shift in decor. There is a bare spot where a safe once sat, which has since been moved to the goblin's office. Some of the students that attended an Arts and Crafts 101 session may recognize some of their artwork pinned to the walls or stacked on one of the many shelves. Others may find their work mysteriously missing.

There is no sign of the Arts and Crafts Professor, Zixil Braxton, but he seems to have left a sheet of paper tacked to the very first desk.

Aleria had heard, from a rampaging gnome, that "that blasted art teacher is having another class of his," and their curiosity had, in fact, been piqued.

They swished into the room in older clothes, a heavily patched coat with a vest, a loose and ruffly tiered skirt beneath it. They bent to sign it, long fingers wrapping around the pencil there, signing the name in strong, decisive letters.

They took a seat, waiting for the rest of the students to filter in.

Gene showed up at the class in hopes that a little arts and crafts would help get her out of the whole "I got turned into a weapon but not really" funk. Because, well, crayons and paints and stuff were supposed to be fun, right? Totally. Seriously, who didn't like crayo-

Glitter.

She cringed, turned around, and left the classroom. No, she was not going to be getting art herpes today, thanks. She was almost to the exit of the school when she stumbled upon a few gnomes who were well over their advised cider intake. Doing an about face, Gene marched herself right back to the art classroom. Herpes was better than getting harassed by gnomes, in her opinion. At least you could get rid of the glitter without consequences.

Holy ******** s**t Arts and Crafts did there even NEED to be more of a post here for Pepin to talk about how much she was on this class like fat kid on cake?

NO.

Dancing in like she had to use the little ghoul's room, Pepin found herself a spot where all the earwax crayons were piled together in a drawer and sunk her hand in them. Tingles really. Oh right and she signed in during the course of that... somewhere.

There had been more trepidation about joining this class than drama. In theater, there was at least some practical use... but arts and crafts? Taryn had decided that she needed to branch out into the arts and have some Jackdamn fun for once. She needed it, what with the depressing mood Amityville had taken up. It was sure to keep going until class time, too. She didn't recognize anyone in the room, and so invited herself to sit down in an empty seat. Was she even going to need her notebooks...?

Sign it:

1. Aleria
2. Frost in the Storm
3. Gene
4. Circe Livonia
5. PEPIN MOLYNEAU
6. Valentino
7. Taryn Procopio

Alexander wondered not for the first time why he was joining this class again. Arts and crafts didn't really appeal to him in any way shape or form but...well, other class's that he hadn't thought he'd like he'd actually enjoyed so maybe this one would be like that as well.

Plus he and Yin had decided it was probably time they got back out there, you know, around other people or some nonsense. Like staying cooped up together all day every day was unhealthy or something.

Okay, maybe he could see the other boils point.

And so, he shuffled into the class, slouched over, hands in pockets, hair in face, the whole usual bit. He recognised a couple of the other students in the class, pulling his hand out to give a small 'hello' gesture and a nod towards Siddie, Frost in the Storm, and Taryn, before heading over towards the sheet and jotting down his name in his messy script. Afterwards he waited for Yin, to see where the other boil might like to sit down, eyes wandering over the various crafty things cluttered about.

Yin needed out of his room. Going to Miss Taryn's had helped. Going to train had helped. But he needed to get out and around other people which was somewhat odd considering he was not that people-centered. Simply at a certain point being alone in one room with another for a very extended period of time was not exactly good. So when they found out about the class Yin might have tried to convince Alexander that they should go to the class. Even if it was an art class and neither of them (to his knowledge) were particularly into art.

So he followed Alexander into the class, taking a moment to look around and watching Mort come in to sign up for the class as well. He glanced around, looking at the students that were already there. And suddenly realized that even though he wanted to be here to socialize, to be around others, he had no idea how to approach anyone. Well, a boil would certainly be easier right now. He knew that Alexander was watching him, knew because he was keeping an eye on him at all times, needing to know he was okay. Not trusting anything really after the trials.

But for now he was just going to go over and sit next to Frost in the Storm. "Greetings," he murmured as he seated himself. No, he had to do better than this. "So...um...are you...into arts and crafts?"

Mitzi entered the room, a bounce in her step. As much as it wasn't anything that she expected to help her become stronger, an arts and crafts class sounded like just what she needed - a distraction. That, and as much as she'd not been allowed to do much in the way of crafts as a scareling, she'd always been intrigued by the concept.

As she went to sign herself in, she noticed the name two above hers. Well, she couldn't just not attend classes because of the weremantis, so she added her name anyway. Further up the list she saw another ghoul she knew, and she looked up and around the room to find the other Reaper.

She headed over to her friend, somewhat relieved that luck had put her a ways off from a certain boil. She did her best to ignore him as she sat down. "Hey, Circe! I didn't know you were going to be here."