xp_logs | Log: Clarice and Artie

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The logistics of 'fucking insane spinning table of mirrored death' and lamp and lighting options and a tv facing the table but out of reflection range and well, privacy because this wasn't a life drawing class and Clarice wasn't a paid model so he should probably take care that not everyone ever saw her boobs had taken Artie half the afternoon to resolve. He deserved a beer by the time he was done. He settled for a coke since certain people had Views about minors drinking.

While Clarice had no problem posing nude for Artie or Marie-Ange, she drew the line at posing nude for Wade. There was just something unkosher about that idea. She was curious how Artie was going to draw her though. How others saw you vs how you saw yourself. It proved to be interesting. "So, how are we doing this?" she asked him, standing in the living room of her suite wearing only her fluffy blue duckie bathrobe.

Artie put down his coke and shrugged, signing "I put the TV on and you sit so you can see it. I have some pieces of fabric" and he pointed at the stack of fabric with pieces in black, grey, white and a deep, strong green, "or you can leave that on if you want." He kept the instructions simple because he couldn't remember how well Clarice signed. "And then I adjust the lights and draw you. You good with that?"

Clarice didn't sign, not much anyways. She had learned some, but had forgotten it without practice. She was able to follow along well enough though. Taking the green fabric, she slipped her robe off and twirled it around herself, "You got my colour!" she said, gleefully. Plopping down on the table, she adjusted her position until she was comfortable with one knee up and the other bent inwards. "This work? You tell me, you're the artist."

Artie nodded. He hadn't missed the glazed look in her eyes. Blushing, he sat down on the arm chair opposite her, back against one arm and his feet tucked against the other, sketchbook resting on his knees. He picked up a pencil and then stopped, looking at Clarice, taking in the length of her arms and legs and the folds of the fabric and looking in the mirrors he'd put behind her.

He could have recreated her perfectly with his powers at this point but the goal was drawing.

Sitting there, watching TV, Clarice wondered how long she would have to stay that way, but she didn't want to interrupt Artie to ask. That would prolong things. Plus. Wade and Marie-Ange said they were showing up at some point. Then it would be a party almost. Or party-esque. They had the disco ball and lava lamp, so why not!? It was kinda fun watching him sketch, too, his hand moving surely over the paper, though she couldn't see anything. He worked for a while longer and then stood, shaking the stiffness out of his legs and gestured to Clarice that she should stand up and come have a look.

Getting up and putting her robe back on, Clarice went to look at it, "Nice," she commented, impressed, "This is really cool. Can I get a copy when it's done?" She had no idea what she would do with a nude artistic picture of herself, but it was awesome regardless.

"You like it?" he asked and gave a rare grin before putting the pad down on the table and snapping a photo of the drawing. "Here. You can keep the original - I can show MA the finished version just fine."

Like it? She loved it! "You sure?" Well, she could always get the original to Marie-Ange if it was needed or something. That was easy enough to do. "Thanks!" Smiling, Clarice immediately ran to her room to put it on her desk and then came back out a minute later in clothing. Probably better. "Thank you, Artie. It's great."

He gave her a broad smile. "Thanks. Apparently art school has its uses after all."