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NAME OF CLASS: Arts and Crafts 101
PROFESSOR NAME: Professor Zixil Braxton

General information:
The Arts and Crafts room is tucked away in the corner - one way in and out, which is just how the teacher likes it. The classroom looks normal enough from the outside, with its standard door and numberplate (with an added addendum by the teacher, his name and the class title added on a piece of Muck Tape). The inside, however, looks like someone found all of the weird, eclectic stuff within a five mile radius, ate it, and then vomited it all up. The teacher has either completely lost his mind, or is trying way, way too hard. The cabinets that line the walls are partially filled with beginner art supplies: slime-based paints, earwax crayons, and...glitter, a thing so evil that it can be known by no other name.

Mechanics:
Your Most Excellent Professor isn't going to fill your head with crazy ideas. That's all up to you!

Upon entering the class, roll 1d100 to determine your Muse Level (ML).









If you roll 1-50, you will need to make another attempt. A roll of 51-100 allows you to proceed. The above information correlating to your ML gives you a good idea of how your student will be approaching this assignment.

If you succeeded in developing a passable Muse Level, you will then need to roll a 1d10 to determine to overall success of your drawing/painting/sculpture etc. Feel free to pick whatever medium you'd like!

1-3 You really poured yourself into this one, but the Professor isn't quite feeling it. Take it home and pin it on your wall, because that's all you're getting. (Fail. You'll have to make another attempt!)
4-9 You paid careful attention to details, color schemes, and - most importantly - marketability. Professor Braxton smashes a sickly note to your body with a sloppy "A" written on it, because ruining the art would be a travesty. As far as you can tell, you've done a good thing. (Pass!)
10 You are a prodigy! This thing belongs in a museum! Or the home of the highest bidder! Your artwork will be displayed in front of the entire class. Hope you're not shy. (SUPER-PASS!)

You must RP your student creating their...well, whatever they make.

Bonus Mechanics:
•If you include a DRAWN representation of the piece of art that your student creates, you can automatically add 2 to your success roll, ultimately bringing up their final score. These drawings do not have to be anything fantastic, and can be as detailed or non-detailed as you want.

•Any student who is able to use magic to create illusions can roll 1d4 to determine how amazing their artwork appears. Which is what matters. If you roll even, you can add 1 point. If you roll odd, no points can be added. This can not be combined with the 2 points you can add when including an image.

•Any student who lacks dexterity (lookin' at you, claw-handed monsters) can roll 1d4 to determine their ability to talk Professor Braxton into believing that the piece of art's concept is going over his head and is, in fact, a true masterpiece. If you roll even, you can add 1 point. If you roll odd, no points can be added. This can not be combined with the 2 points you can add when including an image.

Each visit to the classroom has the potential to span multiple posts due to the amount of dice rolls. You can interact with other students, try to steal their concepts - whatever you'd like to play out!

Lucky for Ahm he would not be alone, no matter how much it appeared so for the first few minutes of class. Merry was late, but she came hurrying in at a jog, note in hand, and hastily offered it out to their teacher as a cold, stern glower was directed her way, "So sorry, I needed a quick word with Professor Selene." She paired the apology with a cheeky smile, but Braxton didn't seem at all placated. He took the note and returned to his desk without so much as a word to the chimera ghoul, and she took that as as good a sign as any and hurriedly moved to take a seat.

"Ahm~" It came as a chirp, and the grue would feel the glide of hands along his arm as she leaned into him, purring in delight at the boil's mere presence. "I told you I'd switch my schedule around." Her smile widened into a devious grin, and a dip of her head let her rub her cheek against his shoulder.

Probably she should have gotten right to work, but how could she? Distraction came in the form of glowing eyes and pointy grin. Layers, and dark skin. She put forth some effort, plucking a pencil from a cup housing many and scribbling absently over a blank piece of paper. Mindless, lazy little doodles that received a rather bored look from their professor.

She tried to work, but Ahm's attentions made it difficult. More often then not her gaze strayed to him, covert little glances and knowing little smiles. The doodling amounted to nothing. In fact, the more her pencil sailed across the table, the more messy the scribbling became.

After a long glance that lasted longer than a solid minute she blinked away from Ahm and down to her paper. "Oops." This was definitely not what she should have been doing. With a soft, guilty little cough she pushed the ruined paper away and reached for a new one.

Braxton, meanwhile, was giving the pair of them stern, unhappy looks.

Another ruined page, and Merry grabbed it up to crush it into a little ball so she could lob it at the nearest trashcan. She was getting absolutely nothing done, and was certainly not oblivious to the narrowed eye of their teacher, but with Ahm beside her it was truly difficult to care.

Maybe sharing classes wasn't as good an idea as she'd thought.

It would be the thought that failing a class together could potentially have them separated that eventually got the Chimera to focus. She leaned in against Ahm's side, tail coiling along his and wing draped along his back, and she reached for a cup of colored pencils from the center of the table.

As Ahm got to work, Merry sank into what she was doing. There were the occasional glances tossed his way, as was normal when ever she was around either of the grues--sneaking little peeks to be sure they were still there--but her attention drifted back to her work, the paper she was sketching on. More or less on her own again, save the coil of tails together, she drew long legs up to fold on her chair, wings pressing in tight against her shoulders.

Their teacher did not seem to like the picture Merry had been working on though, and after catching a critical eye, the ghoul slid it away and reached for yet another blank page.

Ahm glanced over at the chimera, paint spattered on his gloves and a fine brush meant for details in his teeth. "My muse, of course." He winked at her just as Braxton came by again, hissing at the grue in low tones that the image had better not be pornographic, which only served to make Ahm snicker as he lovingly rendered Merry's backside.

"It's art.' Of course it'd be art, it was of Merry - granted, he was probably a bit biased, but even before the ghoul had been theirs she'd been a work of art on hooves. Deep into the swing of things he applied brush stroke after brush stroke until the image was finalized and ready for critique and (hopefully) a passing grade.

The response he received for the Merry-centric piece went far beyond what he'd hoped: Braxton waxed poetic over it, spouting a lot of terms that he didn't care to follow -- until the phrase "This must be shown to the whole class!" came up, upon which he began preening like a peacock. The whole of Arts & Crafts class (an admittedly motley bunch that was highly uninterested in seeing anything the trickster grue had come up with) barely glanced from their own works...and then they glanced again.

And again, only it was less "glancing" and more along the lines of staring or oogling. Because oh yes, it was lovely. Vibrant. Amazing, even!



"I told you it was art!" Ahm crowed proudly as he snaked his arm around Merry's shoulders and kissed her cheek.

Ahm had taken time to grin over his shoulder at her, "Learned how to make posters." The way he said it clearly meant that he was talking about subversive things or perhaps the sort of posters that parents, teachers and adults would not appreciate in the slightest.

He was so pleased when Merry leaned against him while his work was being praised. "Beautiful muse. Decent work." But he was a peacock, puffed up with pride and pleasure at having gotten recognized...and because Merry truly seemed to like what he'd done, which was really what counted. Merry and Nahm had to like it, the rest was icing.

The Grue followed Merry out and into a corner where they wouldn't get sent to detention (or worse) for canoodling for a bit. "Next time I'll getcha to pose for me..." Ahm murmured against her lips, gloved fingers sliding between her wings and down the line of her back, his own tail twitching in the most pleased (and predatory) manner. "Wanna head back to the dorm? Celebrate?"