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“I would love to have you all stop by and participate wherever you find the inspiration to do so.” She eyed those in their discussion and tried to discern who would be into sculpting, pottery or photography. Perhaps there was an inner pointillist in the group waiting to be discovered. Please don’t hesitate to come whenever you are free, together or individually. I am generally there most hours and available.”

Indigo had been searching for guest musicians to play in the Apiary. The buzz of activity was constant. As much as it was stimulating it was needing something more for the ambiance. Classical music was an original thought as that is what was Phineas’ known favorite to paint to. The hours spent listening to Tchaikovsky, Chopin and Mozart as he allowed her to hold his palette and have the delegated duty of thoroughly rinsing out his brushes were golden to her. She treasured them and was reminded of as much as the black business card lavished in silver script and musical design was extended to her.

“Thank you, Meara.I will be calling you to set something up.” The mention of the name Alex had her curiosity. She took note of it and looked forward to being introduced to the one who held claim to it. “I have something planned for the upcoming holidays that would be perfect for scheduling musicians for a concert as well as exhibiting local business owners work. A holiday art gala?” She smiled at her own suggestion and nodded while tucking the contact card in her front hip pocket where it would be safe until she could add it to her business folder in her office. “It will give us all a reason to celebrate and bedazzle while bedecked in our festive finery.” A businesswoman's networking smile rose to the occasion. Of course it was genuine, as always, but there would be no mistaking that behind it a world of intent was there to back it up and make things happen.

Now that she managed to pencil in everyone within ear shot to a holiday soiree hosted by the Apiary she figured it was time to get her mingle on and perhaps a little paint as well. The mention of karaoke stuck with her as a must do activity before the night ended. She had no problem with letting out her inner voice even if it was off key. Spotting the nearby brushes and the available paints she quickly fashioned her own personal palette and glanced about the crowd with sparkling eyes looking for her first of many canvas.

“So let me get this straight…” He said. He watched the way the card changed hands with curious excitement. He had no clue Meara was a professional musician. Of course, it probably shouldn’t have surprised him, but he loved learning that sort of thing about people. Seeing what made them passionate, and how they brought that passion to life. He wasn’t going to demand a private concert or anything, but he was certainly going to bug her in the future to let him know where she was playing and when, so he could buy a ticket or...however that whole thing worked. “You want me to paint a ring of daisies...on his head. A chain of daisies? You want me to paint a daisy chain...on him?” He asked. Because apparently subtle innuendo had gone out the window about the time he’d offered to ‘daisy’ everyone. He cut a look to his boyfriend, as if considering it. Though mostly, he was just pleased that Meara had gotten a chance to meet Indigo. He suspected the women would get along wonderfully, and he anticipated seeing what sort of event they might pull off together.

“I love the idea of a holiday art gala.” He said, after considering it for a moment. In fact, seeing vampire and human paintings side by side was the sort of thing that absolutely needed to happen, and as often as possible. Because anyone could identify with a work of art, or with music, and that was what was needed most in a world where humans knew about the undead - being able to find the similarities between the two and focus on those. “If you’re in need of any help putting that together, of the ritualist variety, feel free to give me a poke.” He offered.

“Well if you’re going to be a dancer.” He said to Vita. “Then we absolutely have to make this happen. My dancing knowledge may consist mainly of flailing around whilst trying to do the least amount of damage...but I do so with heart and conviction.” He shot her an easy grin, and that was right about the time she excused herself to go and put some art on another person at the party. “Find your way back here for that daisy, and give whoever it is a hug from me!” He called after her. Not that he had any clue exactly who that was, but the whole point of being social was to make new friends. And as it turned out, that was when people began to get artsy. Meara sidled over to an easel, and Indigo put together a palette for herself, before turning a gaze on the crowd of people.

And that was when he felt wetness slide over his face.

Blink blink.

What had just happened? He lifted a hand to touch his nose. His fingertips came away black...and then he spotted the same paint on Flynn’s own hand. His gaze narrowed immediately. Oh, you sexy, son-of-a.. He noticed the way the Paladin immediately put some space between them. He dipped his fingers in the paint. Both hands. Because he didn’t want to be holding anything when he made his move. He jumped up onto the table in one deft move, and then rapidly approached his boyfriend. Very rapidly. Seconds later, he’d flung himself onto a back once more. This time, he smeared his face against a back, latching on with arms and legs.

“Growl! Vengeance is glorious!” He said. Of course...smearing his face on Flynn’s back just made the black paint streak over his cheeks, but that totally didn’t matter. While he was there, he had a very important thing to do. Specifically. He held on with one arm and with the paint of one finger, he wrote his name in large, bold, red block letters on the back of a neck. And he looked like he was angling to try and repeat the letters on the human’s forehead as well. Or at least. That was where his fingers were going. That’s right, I gotcho ***!

“Ahem.” He said, glancing to Meara, mid-struggle. “Don’t let me interrupt you. You were saying?” He asked.

Indigo found the bodies mingling, inspired with brushes and paints. It was the energy she had hoped for, the beginning of what could only result in something constructive and positive. Both of which could be considered building blocks towards their goals for the evening at hand and the week in general. Perhaps all of it would bring the climate of the city that much closer to a peaceful and United one. She could continue to hope. Then a whistle very distinct and known to her caught her attention. Her body was casually in motion, weaving through those that were otherwise interacting or engaged. Finding her way towards the natural perfection of David she smiled and took in the compliment of Vita’s beauty beside him.

“Just look at you two.” She grinned as her head dipped just enough to the right to get an appreciation for what was sculpted by the heavens then graced upon the Earth. “I doubt I could cover what is divine.”

Her eyes shifted to Vita well aware what a temptation Adley presented in his wonderfully free, gloriously bare state. He was in his element and with that came inspiration to dive in and join him for all it was worth. Vita hardly was new to it. The woman fit in perfectly for all the right reasons.

“How about you?” Indigo stepped in and brushed a hip against Vita’s own. The contact had her skin warming up just from the thoughts that danced through her head. Between Adley and Vita there was so much to enjoy. “May I?” Her indigo orbs moved over her housemate appreciatively.