Day 51: Arts and Crafts [Second Shift]

[gald_digger]

They actually listened to some of the suggestions people put in that box? Anise thought the Head Doctor had to be joking when he said that, but she soon heard him mention something that she herself had suggested: sewing supplies. They were really going to get some? Anise could finally get a real needle, so she could make repairs to Tokunaga whenever she needed to. She swiped one of their blunt, plastic needles before, but using that just left big holes in the fabric. Using it on Tokunaga made her feel bad, like she was hurting the poor doll.

"Isn't that nice, Dolores?" The nurse must have caught Anise's hopeful look. "But remember, you'll need to be on your best behavior until then."

"I know, I..." Anise began with her usual dismissive reply, but quickly remembered that the intercom had said 'behavior and attitudes', and instantly changed her tune. "I'll do my very best! Hee hee!" She forced a smile for the old hag.

Unfortunately, the sewing supplies weren't here today, so Anise had to find something else to do for now. Stepping inside the Arts and Crafts room, she quickly found that several tables already had paper craft ('origami,' they called it?) supplies laid out for them, so she guessed she'd just occupy herself with that. The girl sat down at one of the tables, opened up one of the books, and started looking through it.

Cranes, frogs, horses, turtles... There were lots of familiar animals, and a few unfamiliar ones, too. The rabbits looked kind of cute.

[For Ilia!]

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[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

The hands dropped down without any prior notice and she jumped despite herself, wide eyes moving to... Peter? She echoed the thought as soon as it was thought. "Peter? What are you...?" Had she been so freaking obvious? Or what, really. Everything he was saying was stuff she should be saying to someone else. This was her role, right? She was the one who was supposed to not allow people time to fold in on themselves.

So what? Was she like that now? Ready to collapse from emotions?

She made a face at the boy, then plopped down in the chair agreeably. The smile she then gave was something close to grateful, but then it changed to the shadow of a familiar grin. "Sure you wanna wage war on me? I'm the one with combat experience, remember?"

[tightsofmight]

A hint of sincerity muffled the silliness of the grin when Peter found Senna smiling back at him. Good. So she wasn't in such a bad mood that she wouldn't play along. This kind of thing could backfire pretty spectacularly if you misjudged how far off the deep end the person was.

He dropped into a seat next to her and swiped himself a do it yourself origami set, complete with playschool scissors with obnoxiously small finger holds. There was an illustration on the front of the booklet. Apparently, he was making a purple hippo today.

"Oh please. Unless your brilliant strategy involves stuffing every wad of paper I throw at you in your mouth, winning a hot dog contest is not going to help you. This time, the victory shall be mine." He coolly flipped open the instructions and began folding the paper. "Well? You're not going to give me a head start, are you?"

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

This guy was incredible. Ridiculous, but much in the same vein as Senna herself. She twisted her lips to the side, watching him try to fold the paper with a smirk. What was that supposed to be, anyway? A purple... kitten or something? "I dunno, maybe you need it...." She offered mischievously.

She reached for a general sheet of paper in the middle of the table, loosely folding it into sharp edges. This kept up for a bit, but her object was simple, far less complicated than a paper animal. When the triangle (http://www.instructables.com/image/FUK9UL3FHOI1X9U/Paper-Football.jpg) was thick enough, she carefully aimed and flicked it with her fingers at Peter's forehead. "Goal?" she wondered, grinning innocently.

[tightsofmight]

"Maybe you need it," he retorted coolly. Not his best comeback. Perhaps because he was focusing all of his mental efforts on constructing something that was supposed to be a hippo and was somehow looking a lot more like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man. He was in the middle of trying to correct this grave error when he was pelted in the forehead with the fruits of Senna's labour.

"Hey - wait, what?" He picked up the paper from his lap and gave it an incredulous look. "Um, excuse me, what exactly is this supposed to be? It's a paper animal fight. This is not an animal. This isn't even a sea sponge. You have to make it at least look sentient."

Peter held up his own creation in the palm of his hand. It wasn't quite so pristine as the example in the instructions, but it had four legs and a head. If you squinted. "Like so."

Then he lined up his fingers behind the hippo and flicked the beast into Senna's face.