Room 210- Friday morning

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Sabine really didn't mind if she made people nervous. The way she figured, her people had earned that reputation, and that was passed down to her along with her armor. There hadn't been many situations where it'd been a downside.

But she'd never had someone admit she worried them and tell her why before. He hadn't had anything to worry about with her for several reasons, but he hadn't known that. She couldn't exactly explain the reason she was still thinking about it, except that maybe she wasn't used to people giving her that kind of chance anymore.

Would she say any of that out loud? Of course not.

Instead, she was drawing on the walls of her room, testing out some paint markers she got. This week had given her inspiration material, so colorful, cartoonish gremlins and dinosaurs were making their appearances against the gray wall. It worked fine, but maybe wasn't as satisfying as her usual stuff.

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[white_oleander]

Coming back from her Friday workshop, wondering what to do with her Friday afternoon, Astrid drifted back into the room, tilting her head slightly when she saw Sabine busy at work on something. She was good, really good, even if her style was a bit different from what Astrid herself usually went for.

Her eyes drifted to her side, where she'd mostly just done long stretches of experimental colors she'd hoped invoked a California sunrise.

"Do you still have any more of that gray paint from the first week?" she asked. "Maybe some black and blues?"

She felt bad about always having to ask to use Sabine's supplies, but only a little, because Sabine actually had supplies, and she didn't. Not yet. She wanted to get her own, but it was a little hard to do when you didn't have any money. Her roommate didn't exactly seem lacking there.

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"I might be running a little low on the gray, but there should be plenty of the others," Sabine said, gesturing over to her desk.

That thing was where the supplies were (mostly) organized in containers, or at least where she put things down before moving on to something else or needing a different color.

"What're you thinking?"

[white_oleander]

White with careful drops of black might work, then, perhaps even better than just pre-mixed gray; she could regulate different shades until she added too much and then it was just different shades of black. She went over to the desk, a bit more comfortable poking around to pick out her paints now that she had express permission, adding some purple to her mental palette once she saw it.

"I had a dream the other night," she said, quietly, "of a boat, in the middle of an empty lake, no oars, no sails."

It had reminded her of the sunless seas of Kublai Khan and also of her mother's Vikings, sending their dead out. It stuck, and it would be a good contrast to what Sabine was working on, she felt.

"Probably from last week, I guess."

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"Wednesday events are apparently a theme," Sabine said wryly, looking at her own gremlin. Honestly, the marker seemed too clean for this, but she also really liked her gremlin style.

"I like your thought. There's a lot you can do with it."

[white_oleander]

"I think," said Astrid, after a moment, setting her selections on the floor for a moment before rustling up one of those tarps to toss over her bed; it crinkled as she tossed the paints and brushes onto it, then crawled up herself to start mixing her colors, "it's going to be up there," she pointed a little, "higher, near the corner, right over my head where I sleep. That way, it's like I'm under the surface of the water, looking up at it."

Drowned like a Shakespeare heroine, or lying in wait like a Homeric siren. She wasn't quite sure yet. She supposed she'd find out, biting her lip as she let her hair cascade forward while she mixed, not really caring if she ended up getting any paint in it.

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Sabine looked over to see what she meant, and nodding approvingly. "Someday someone besides us is going to come into this room and not know what to do with it."

That was not a bad thing! She was actually a little proud in advance.

[white_oleander]

Astrid looked over with a faint grin, tucking her hair behind one ear. "If you get out of here before you change the wall again," she said, "maybe I can convince whoever's in here next that your gremlins there are ancient Fandom Island runes that have been here since the dawn of time."

Unless, of course, they kicked Astrid out for skipping classes first.

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"Do it," Sabine said with a wry little smile. "Wait till they see how many ancient runes are scattered around town by the time I'm gone."

The warehouse was already accumulating random art, and she was positive this was going to spread if no one stopped her. And no one had even questioned her on anything yet.

[white_oleander]

"Have you painted a lot of other places yet?" Astrid asked, satisfied with the glops of paint ready for use, so she scrambled to her feet, standing on her bed to start the shapes of the boat and the moon-kissed surface of the lake. "Maybe I'll keep an eye out when I'm in town."

Which was...often. What else was she going to do around here?

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If it hadn't made the stupid radio, Sabine might've lied, but it was kind of out there. "The warehouse," she said, like it was nothing. "There hasn't been much time for anything else."

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"I haven't been through that area too much," Astrid said, but maybe now she should at least try to do a sweep or two to see if she could spot Sabine's art splashed here and there. She'd been avoiding it, really; she didn't think she'd want to find out what might happen in (mostly, it would seem) abandoned warehouses on an island for crazy people.

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"There's not much there. It's pretty abandoned, as much as something can be in a town this small." Which made it perfect.

[white_oleander]

"What do you think they used to store in those warehouses, anyway?" Astrid wondered, mostly taking idle thoughts and giving them voice as she made broad strokes to paint the outline of her boat in a darkened blue. "This place doesn't seem like the place that would have had a lot of industry to need warehouses."

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"I have no idea. Mine was completely empty, like nothing had been there," she said, capping the marker when she figured she'd gotten the color bright enough. "With this town it's possible there wasn't anything."

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"Just...warehouses?" Astrid asked, glancing over her shoulder to try to get a read on Sabine's face. "Empty, built for what? To house graffiti and shadows?"

It didn't take her long after saying it before she agreed, though. "Yeah, knowing this place, you're probably right."

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"Or at least someone came in and cleared it out, though I don't know who," she shrugged. "I'm sure if anything was ever stored in ther, it was something weird."