Artie & OTA Who: Artie & OTA When: March 21, morning Where: The Kitchen What: Artie made a half-ass remark and people took to it so now it's egg paintin' time! (kind of like clobberin' time, but a lot less painful)
Busy busy bee - that was what Artie had become in the time between his journal post and this morning. He really didn't know if anyone would take him up on his offer to paint fake eggs, but it seemed like at least a few of the people wanted to, and since he'd already made the suggestion, he couldn't back out on it now, could he? With bits of plaster paris still stuck to his forearms, Artie arranged the naked faux eggs on the table. He'd already set down as much newspaper he could find, actually slitting a couple trash bags to ward off any errant paint and to make throwaway-able smocks if someone wanted to participate but not have to change.
The eggs were set in a triangle shape - looking a lot like a pyramid (or like those Roche commercials he'd seen on the television before everything went Magneto-y and there was room for sitcoms and commercial breaks. He wasn't sure about where exactly to find the paint - or really, what kind of paint would adhere - so he rummaged in the art room and pulled out everything he could find...except the oils. They could be messy. For some of the younger kids, if they existed, he also had a couple packs of washable markers. The tips were fairly pointy, so they hadn't been used all that much and would work for the eggs. Okay, Artie was a little excited about this whole thing, but if no one showed up, it just meant more eggs for him to color.
He'd arranged some bags of snacks on the counter, making a sign that read: NO PAINT ZONE so anyone diving their hands into the bags would have to wash up before they consumed. Sure, it was early, but he figured that people really wouldn't care about what they ate when they were having a painting party. After he had his own breakfast of oatmeal, Artie hunched in a chair, bare feet on the seat and he gently took one of the eggs off the top of the three dozen or so he'd made. He couldn't let everyone else have all the fun, could he?