The MiddleArtist [Open!]

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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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[staturity]

"It never was. Your writers are just really good at somehow figuring out what's going on in another universe by... I don't know. Some sort of weird telepathy."

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"Maybe it's the Phoenix in the White Hot Room."

[staturity]

"The white what?"

She doesn't keep up with the X-men, Wendy.

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No one should, really. All My Children and Bold and the Beautiful was sometimes way easier to follow.

Even Passions made more sense sometimes.

And Passions was...Passions.

Not that Wendy's ever watched Passions.

Really.

"...never mind."

[staturity]

"Right..."

Though if Wendy got to see her life in a comic book...

Cassie cleared her throat. "Just between you and me, who's the better pick: Jonas or Iron Lad."

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"Machine Man."

Especially with Monica Rambeau's body.

Mrawr.

[staturity]

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Forget I asked."

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Wendy chuckled. "Sorry! I couldn't help myself. But...to be honest? Jonas is the nice guy. Kang Lad is the bad boy. It's pretty clear who you're likely to be more into in this sitch."

[staturity]

"He's not-" Cassie stopped herself and rubbed her forehead. "O.K. well maybe he is right now. I know this." Really, she did know who was the better choice. But knowing was only half the battle.

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"I don't mean bad boy as in evil, specifically, Cassie. Just that he has an edge. The question is if you want a guy who's going to stick with you or a guy who could go all evil on you and wipe you out from existence. I mean, how much heartache are you ready for?"

[staturity]

"Yeah, yeah I know but I can't really..." She looked away. "...Choose between them." She glanced back at Wendy. "You promise you're not going to mention this right? Because I might have to kill you." She was only half joking there.

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"As much fun as it might be to see what the ship would do if you grew to forty-nine and a half feet, I hate to disappoint you," Wendy said wryly. "I'm not at all that kind of girl. Thank god."

[staturity]

"Good cause- I don't know why I'm telling you this. I can't even ask Kate."

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Wendy grinned. "Probably coz I pretty much told you I read about you guys, and you were subconsciously digging for anything that I could give you?"

[staturity]

"Probably..." Cassie shifted her weight from leg to leg. "Does uh... No, forget it. I don't want to know." It was probably no anyway.

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"..." Wendy licked her lips. "I really shouldn't tell you anything that you shouldn't know anyway, Cassie, as much as you want to know, or as much as I might want to tell you. That might mess you up, and for all I know, the ship will mindwipe me or something. We don't want either possibility happening."

[staturity]

"Yeah. Right." Cassie nodded. "So uh... painting a Yeerk because of the Yeerk trial?" Hello abrupt conversation change! How are you?

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"Not exactly," Wendy said, taking the conversation change in stride. "More because it's the most recent big nasty we've come across...and I have a thing for painting the big nasties after, you know, encountering them." Wendy shrugs. "It's a thing I do."

[staturity]

"You paint the bad guys you fight? Like some sort of collection?" It... sort of made sense in a weird way.

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"Catharsis and memories. And, you know, because it's some great, pop-arty work."

[staturity]

"Do you do this often? How many times do you fight someone? Any powers?"