This is not fine art on my planet. [Open, see note]

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With enough diligence and care, Starfire firmly believed, it was possible to learn most any skill. She wasn't always as firm with herself as she needed to be about learning things such as preparing palatable food for her crewmates, correctly understanding English idioms, or backing away when someone needed to be cheered up, but for a friend? Anything was worth the effort for a dear friend.

And Peter Parker was certainly a dear friend of hers. Now that he was away on a mission, she had the perfect opportunity to finish her gift to him. The car loss that had upset him so much on the planet would be rectified, she swore. Her method for solving this problem was, naturally, the refurbishing of his very own car.

Unfortunately for Starfire, Cyborg was the team mechanic, and he was conspicuously absent from the ship's crew. That left her and the few volunteers kind enough to assist her to finish the job. They were short on available crew, especially now that so many had regressed to childhood, but with enough effort they would finish! And she would then be free to play with the children.

Those were her thoughts as she continued with her work under the hood, carefully consulting the manual that detailed the connection of the last few wires. This was the necessary configuration for the speed he would want, yes? The tires were in place, the body was placed...after this last bit of wiring and testing, all that would remain would be the polishing and painting.

If she had any luck. In reality, she was the grease-coated alien girl floating in the middle of the Hangar, a welcome target for any and all curiosity-seekers. Even young ones, she worried.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she withdrew from the building fumes and removed sludge (now all over her) with a sigh. "I feel as though I am a regurgitated spudling."

((ooc: Open to volunteers, children, and anyone really. It takes place during the early stage of the Galileo's Burden mission, before she knows Peter is captured and about to be sacrificed.))

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"Not really? I mean, I did a little body-work with my dad at his garage back in the day, but nothing serious. I'm pretty handy, though. And I can do straight lines. I wonder if Khaji could work up a paint-gun." He examines the car for a moment.

"Where are you planning on salvaging this stuff? Could be tricky."

[starbolts]

"Wherever I can find it," she admitted, sending a worrying look across the hangar. "Perhaps I should ask if anyone has paint that they would be willing to share first."

It wouldn't hurt, at the very least. And there was still buffing to be done! She kept that up.

"Who is Khaji?"

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"I'll help you look, if you want. It's not like I have much else going on, right?" He grinned and wandered around the car in a circle, examining the work she'd done.

"Oh! Khaji is, uh, the alien-bug AI in my spine. Gives me my powers. He helps me out."

[starbolts]

Circling the car in the opposite direction, Starfire imagined what the final product would eventually look like. It had to be something spectacular for Peter.

"I am hoping to assist with the children when I am finished. When I find the paint, I will attempt to locate childrens' paints for them as well." Messy fun was the best fun! That might be obvious by her current appearance.

"Oh, wonderful! I have never heard of such a being. Is he well?"