VIDEO

[ just a simple message: ]

My name is Agatsuma Soubi. I will be conducting art classes for the time being. The first is this afternoon at three o'clock in classroom five at the Education Center. For today, there is no need to bring anything with you. Necessary materials will be provided.

ACTION

[ Soubi's been around the art wing of the Education Center for a few hours already before class begins. as people arrive, he passes out sketch books, pencils, and erasers. the tables in the room have three chairs each pulled up to them, and in the middle of each table is an item. the class will be drawing simple objects today--vases, shoes, small folding fans--just so that he can get a feel for their level of experience and interest.

if anyone has a question, they're free to approach him at any time, and he'll be walking around and helping out where he sees fit, as well. before class ends, he allows them to keep their sketch books, and gives a simple assignment to be completed before the next class: choose an object with an interesting or unusual shape and draw it. ]


[ ooc; video is backdated to mid-morning. class is, obviously, at 3:00 pm. feel free to tag in before, during, or after class, and mingle among yourselves! ]

[Revive is wandering around the park, walking his new dog. The fluffy white puppy bounds along ahead of him, exploring since he hasn't been out very far from Revive's house yet. He's not quite sure where he is going at the moment so he is following the dog. He's using the opportunity to think. It is what he needs at the moment.

There's so much on his mind. He's hoping things will work out with Anew and as always, wondering what to do about Hiling. If she had actually sent the letter to Anew (not been insulting), he owed her. At the same time, he still liked his apartment...]

[ the beautiful, yet lazy boy appears again - surrounded by dozens upon dozens of butterflies. If anyone knows their locations, they'd know Dietrich was in the Butterfly Pavillion.]

I suppose things haven't been too horrific. For a jail, it isn't ... too bad. I'm surprisingly still in one piece, as I expected only brutes to be in a place as violent as it seemingly is projected.

Oh well- so I found a home but... this place is much more lovely. I tend to spend a lot of time here lately, I can lose myself here. It's safe~ right? I try to spend equal time in the library as well, I can capture a sense of something familiar there, anyway.

Well then, I guess I was wrong about this place -- but I won't hold my breathe forever. It's just as free as 'home' anyway.

[his voice is smile-smirking, hiding and in a way rather secretive. There's a hint of what could be sadness, but whether or not it's really there, false or truth, is hard to really tell. Either way, he'll just be here with the butterflies, dreaming of life.]