tramitem_log | Paint and Sip

Who: EVERYONE is welcome to join
What: Per this post, Fell is involved in helping a friend organize her charity Paint and Sip style art class, family friendly
When: October 14th afternoon
Where: Manhattan
Warnings: Paint. idk Have fun, don't turn this into a paint war, and we're all good.
OOC Note: It feels a little awkward having this after the droids killed player characters.
I'm behind. I'm so lost and out of things. Also I am on hiatus, so if you want to talk to Fell, please be aware he may not be replying much. Maybe hit me up on plurk if you'd like to discuss a thread that accomplishes a specific thing. Otherwise please use this to mingle and enjoy yourselves because I did not want to NOT do this post if people genuinely wanted to send their characters to it. I think it's a good Non-Bureau way to mingle? I hope?

A charming woman greets everyone as they enter. She's cultivated a certain look: what with her yellow horn-rimmed glasses with a sparkly beaded chain, skirt that is overlaid with tulle, and wildly colorful earrings that are clearly a handmade set but do not match. For that matter, nothing on her really...matches and because of that, it ALL matches. Judging by the crows-feet around her eyes and the gray in her otherwise frizzy dark hair, she's probably near enough to Fell's age. She introduces herself as Miranda Cortez, offers a brochure on the charity they'll be helping today, and thanks you for your contribution. She'll be the instructor and is technically the host.

Fell looks bright and perky in his painting apron. He's alternating between helping with the refreshments (which you may find he's roped a friend or two into helping with), all of which are family-friendly and non-alcoholic, and also making sure everyone finds their seats, has enough supplies, etc.

You'll be painting with acrylics today and she's going to teach you to paint a beautiful autumn scene--if you want to. There are more than enough colors for you to paint whatever you please, while Miranda provides instructions from the front of the class, stepping the majority of the participants through the autumn art, gives some tips on mixing with a palette knife, using the different brushes, and other techniques.

Fell will be around the room, cooing over your good work and providing encouraging words. He'd be happy to help too, if you'd like him to. He may be an art restorer, not an artist himself, but he's still a skilled painter and knows his way around the canvas, no matter how much he may downplay his original art skills.

[[ooc: I was going to make sections, but I think it's probably easier for everyone to make their own top levels? If we want sections, let me know.]]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Alec pulls up a stool and perches to watch. It's fascinating the way Fell paints. There doesn't seem to be any structure that Alec can tell, it all seems to be expression, emotion, movement. It's amazing to watch and he knows it's a moment of some kind, so he sits there and appreciates it, not daring to break the spell.

He has no plan and halfway through he thinks he really should have made one; it might look more cohesive and structured. What he produces isn't bad--it's perhaps best described as abstract, but he's sure he could do better with more preparation and an actual subject. The shapes eventually give way to red that bursts forth like a spray of a bouquet, the striking blue of Miranda's event posters, and other colors and strokes that feel like today. He forgets anyone is there beside him. He forgets he's supposed to be helping the rest of the guests.

Until a miniscule movement catches his eye and he gives Alec a guilty look that barely contains his inner joy. "Rather took that over, didn't I. Here." He offered the brushes back. "I should let you do your own work."

"And ruin it? Nah. It's beautiful." And it was. It had a charm to it, made even more electric since he had watched it being created. Nothing he could ever do.

"You should give it to himself." He gestures with his chin at Anthony.

"Thank you, but..." Resigned that Alec wouldn't attempt any painting of his own, went ahead and signed the bottom corner AZFell, next to the original yellow spot and the whited out gray. He put a little squashed ring over the A like a halo.

He blushed and looked over at Anthony in the silly pink apron, with the paint on his cheek, somehow putting up with Aziraphale's ridiculous whims and requests and tolerating them with such willingness and eagerness, and still somehow wildly out of Aziraphale's league.

"I don't think it fits his style."

He smirked a bit at the squashy halo. That was just adorable.

"It's eclectic, unexpected, and will give people more questions than answers." He shrugged. "Nothing says Anthony more than that."

Alec was right. He knew Alec was right in that assessment. "I suppose..."

He practically glowed as he let the words settle in, nose wrinkling. Anthony would like it; Alec said so, and he wasn't one to soften things into lies (just cushion the blow a little, but never lie).

"The house does need a little color, anyway." Fell touched the edge of the canvas with a swell of pride. The painting was maybe not the most notable work of creation, but it was one of his own, and it would belong with Anthony. "Help brighten it up a little, bring in the sunshine."

And then, softly, "Thank you."

The sunshine was already there. He didn't say it, tried not to even think it-- But it was fine, it really was. The storm, if it even was one, was over, and he could admire with a distant resignation and be happy for this. For them. For all the potential future they had even for the madness in this mad world. This was what putting your affairs in order felt like, perhaps, of accepting the great looming darkness with open arms and letting it wash over you like the tide.

"Thank you." For many things. "I'm glad I came." For this. To see it. To be here. To be a part of it even in the background.

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