6. open spam + art therapy

[orderfromchaos]

[Open spam in the Infirmary]

[In the days since the end of breach, Dillon has been in the infirmary more-or-less around the clock, patching people up, fetching and carrying, and making sure everyone who's tolling is fed if they eat and as comfortable as they can be. He drinks ridiculous amounts of coffee and has learned to reverse his own exhaustion. This will come in handy if he ever manages to go to college. When it's quiet, to keep himself awake, he sketches on the backs of patient charts, surreal intricate cityscapes that converge, impressionist-style, into a beating heart, a half-lidded eye, an open palm.]



[Public, video.]

[He's still in the infirmary, still weary and surrounded by a flock of old coffee cups. He's fairly coherent, considering.]

...so, before we went all spaceships and lasers, our resident cannibal did an art show. Remember that? And it was spiteful and gross, yes, but I've been thinking, it wasn't actually a terrible idea. I mean, art therapy is a real thing, right? Lord knows most of us could use some and are also terrible with the talking kind. The art room could be, should be more than just a thing that's there when we're bored.

But sometimes it feels like...pointless, to make things just for yourself. Or maudlin or whatever. So I thought it could be a thing, if people wanted to, a bunch of us could draw stuff - or paint or smash plates and glue the shards together or whatever you want - and we could collect it and show a bunch of it together, so that all the attention wasn't just on one person, but we'd still get to...get it out, a little, outside of ourselves.

Would anybody else want to do something like that?


[Private to Elsa, backdated to the first or second day back]

Hey, so. You come through okay?


[Private separately to Nathan and Iris.]

...I felt like the whole world.

[He doesn't really know how to deal with that. Help.]

Comments

[versusnurture]

Art therapy.

[In the tones one might use to say "rancid carrion".]

[voice ; private]

[walkingmeltdown]

There is almost literally no way that I'm not going to regret this. Deeply.

However. 'Our resident cannibal'? [Translation: 'I demand you explain the thing'.

Also, hey, sup, no 'thank you' for the life save the other day or anything, no sir.]

[audio]

[halftheman]

Did art therapy in Arkham. [ Sorry to burst your bubble, Abigail. Harvey draws because he was taught in an asylum, not anywhere else. ] Enjoyed it, for what it was worth.

[text]

[routemistress]

I like making things. little robots. chickens. snowglobes. I have an inexplicable passion for snowglobes. Megamind and I are working on robotic horses atm. Anyone wants to help with the sculpty side of that - the externals - we could use you.

[private]

I can't decide if that's brilliant or terrifying. How would you feel about sharing the memory?

[beingdifferent]

It wasn't gross.

private

[bothfoulandfair]

I'm fine.

[For a long moment, it almost sounds like she's going to leave it at that, but.]

It was better than my first breach.

voice

[fearmonger]

Okay, all that mushy weak feelings shit sounds dumb. But. I'm an AMAZING artist. And you have my approval.

[ He's actually fucking terrible at art, but he definitely doesn't believe that. ]

There should be a theme. For an art show. Like. "Draw a beef". Or something less dumb and about cows. Less restrictive. And more. Open ended. Like a rule that everyone follows. To make it kind of like a game. And as a result, 100% more fun.

Also what's a cannibal.

[persecutioncomplex]

[all right so she needs to follow up on the "resident cannibal" comment later, but later]

Everyone placing their emotions on display?