034 VOICE LIST TWELVE + SPAM

[deadliestviper]

[Art room spam]
[Bea's almost made it to a thousand paper cranes. When worry or anger overtook her in the days since port she parked herself in the art room and began working on the origami; several sessions later, she's hit nine hundred and is still working hard. She's surrounded by her handiwork, cranes of different sizes and colors littering the table around her as she folds another piece of paper sideways.

The look on her face, however, is not one of determination or concentration. She's frowning, eyes downcast, brow furrowed as she works. The task is obviously not what's on her mind.]

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Comments

[deadliestviper]

Probably throw most of them away.

[halftheman]

Seems like a waste, to go to so much effort to fill a dumpster. But everybody has their rituals.

[ He can't really judge Bea's. ]

[deadliestviper]

True. For this it's the task that's meant to be the important part, not the result.

[halftheman]

Like meditation.

I'll leave you too it then.

[ He sets the crane he had examined back among the others, and went over to the table he favored for his own art work. He could see her just over the edge of it; perhaps he won't do landscapes today. ]

[deadliestviper]

Yeah, something like that.

[She nods as he steps off, setting her finished crane aside before reaching for another sheet of paper.]

[halftheman]

[ He wouldn't bother her; there was just the rustle of paper, the scrape of charcoal. A companionable quiet, at least. ]