Who: Luke King & Charlie Mills What: Is it possible to get high on toxic paint fumes? When: Day 2, afternoon Where: Arstotzka Christmas Toy factory Rating: TBD - likely PG-13 (swearing) Status: In Progress / Open
Luke was bored. The monotony of painting the same thing the same way each time was starting to get to him. The dolls were cute, in a sort of creepy, nineteen-forties-James-Wan-movie kind of way but it still beat a haunted house or checking Instagram to see what adventures Gabe and Koa had gotten up to while he'd been away and no one had noticed. At least here there were other people around. Sort of. He still didn't really know anyone and it was hard not to just withdraw and say fuck it and try to skive off to see what happened.
That being said, Luke was pretty afraid of what the consequences might be if he did that. They seemed to be in some sort of quasi-Soviet place and the border checkpoints made him sweat even though he'd done nothing wrong. That morning he'd just about shit a brick as he was walking through, presenting his papers, watching as a few others got stopped for no apparent reason. He wondered what it was; hair colour? Facial features? Or if there was just some random spinner that decided it hated those particular people on that particular day.
He was painting the little nesting dolls and so far had managed to get paint all over his hands and not really on the smallest of the dolls. He'd remembered being put at the station and being told 'Paint' and then 'mashr-' something-something as to what the dolls were actually called.
God only knew.
He glanced across the table to see if the other person standing there was having as much trouble as he was with not only paying attention but the tricky, fiddly nature of the work. He'd turned the microphone on his implant down in sensitivity because the background noise made it harder to focus but turning it off entirely was rude and antisocial.
"You think," he started, grimacing as his thumb swiped over the face he'd just painted and smudged it all with a nice, thick, black smear, "these are all being quality checked before they leave the factory?"