The MiddleArtist [Open!]

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Wendy Watson had been lucky enough to find canvas, an easel, and some paints in the weapons and possessions locker earlier. She hadn't thought to look for them earlier, but after having gotten curious...well, the surprise was definitely a pleasant one. Especially since the few times she'd tried to paint something in the Sensorium, she hadn't been able to leave with her art. Such was the nature of holograms and the like, you know.

Currently, Wendy was seated in a corner of the Obs Deck, her back to everyone, painting. It was clear she was nearly finished with her work, and it was clear that the work of art - if one could call it that - that she was working on a was a close approximation of a yeerk. There was a half-smile on her face - more from the fact that she was painting again than from the fact that she was proud of her painting, although the pop-arty nature of her latest work certainly wasn't bad. Granted, Wendy wasn't sure how many people would appreciate a painting of a Yeerk.

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[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Wendy wouldn't even try. She was patient enough, sure, but at some point, she'd hope for some sort of cryogenic Middlegun that she could freeze him with.

She chuckled, though, and swiveled around so she was facing him. "Beyond Stephen? Not that cute. Billy had a pretty cute bottom though. My mom was an Alec fan." All of this was delivered point blank. "And it depends on how much selling out the commission requires. If I can turn the Baldwin brothers into a hunky multi-headed monster, and add in Adam Baldwin for kicks, I'm all for it."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

He nods vigorously, "That's basically what I had in mind. Except Adam would be fighting the hunky multi-headed monster, like Jason and the Argonauts."

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Wendy chuckled. "What are you offering in return? Lessons in webswinging?"

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Peter sniffs indignantly, "It's not something that just anyone can do. Maybe if we set up the sensoriums with a crash mat or four."

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

"Oh please," Wendy replied, "I'm trained by Sensei Ping and O2STK. I can handle it." It's better than SHIELD training, Spidey. Really.

[stickyboots]

"Sensei Ping? What, you live in a Drunken Master film or something?" omnipotent clandestine organisations have nothing on the School of Hard Knocks, baby.

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Better than living in a comic book, Wendy mused. Still, she didn't bring it up. Canon puncture and all that. "Hardly," she said. "More like an extremely punny, pop-culture infused, geekgasmic summer spy flick with loads of comic book humour and graphics that are just a little bit cheesy."

[stickyboots]

He'd probably contest that somewhere, she does.

"Either you have a life of such mundanity that you've lost all grasp on reality or you're awfully self-aware," he quips, "Good. I expect either one of them from all of my students."

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Wendy chuckled. In truth, her life had gone from being horribly mundane to being...well, what it was now. "I'm taking that as a yes, webhead."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

Peter holds up his hands defensively, "Alright, it's a fair cop. Ya got me. Your scribbles for my nibbles... or mad crazy skills. Baldwins for Baldswings."