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[mal_contented]

[Feed on Mal, between missions and freshly washed, hair still damp, clothes clean and in place. The bruise over one eye is about the only evidence that she'd been out in the muck until a few hours ago.]

"Alright kids, time to see how many we can kill with one stone. You need your rooms painted, I need money and to blow off some stress. So. First come first serve so long as the pay is worth my time. You provide materials, money, and the wall, I provide the art. I figure I can do one or two when I get back from each mission. So, you got my contact info here. Zap me up."

[She was also considering painting on canvases for sale, but she needed to earn more than she was making doing hair first.... And you know, have more than one client at the salon... but that was a whole other issue....]

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[guitar_hero]

Hey, Mal.

Two questions: Is what you use pet safe and how do you feel about jazzing up a stable?

[mal_contented]

"If you supply the materials, that's up to you. And sounds fine to me. Specific ideas or should I just let my imagination run wild?"

[guitar_hero]

We'll have to ask Samson. They're the one that wants it. But I can translate.

[mal_contented]

[Like... Audrey's horse? Ugh.] "Uh. Huh. Well you do that and let me know?"

[guitar_hero]

No... You have to talk to them personally. Give them some ideas. Bring a portfolio.

[mal_contented]

"Just to be sure... you mean the horses?"

[guitar_hero]

"Well, I mean Samson Jones specifically, but yes. I mean they might ask for a stylized representation of them because they are rather full of themselves but..." He shrugs. "Who knows? They could surprise you."

[mal_contented]

[She might have charged him more just for crazy., Except. Well. Snow White. Cinderella....]

[It was wholly possible he wasn't pulling her leg. Or delusional.]

"Fine. When?"

[guitar_hero]

"Whenever you've got a moment. Just let me know ahead of time."

[mal_contented]

"Day after tomorrow, in the morning before I head out again?"

[guitar_hero]

"Sounds good to me!"

And he is there before she even stops by, getting Geraldine in a harness and whistling absently under his breath.

[mal_contented]

She was exhausted from her last mission, and instead of getting a good night's sleep, she'd been working on commissions. Which meant she was less frantic than she often was since arriving here, but also yawning more. But she was in clothes she didn't mind getting paint on, and had her brushes in the bag with her spell book, ready to work. "Alright. How do you want this to start with the whole... translating thing?"

[guitar_hero]

He eyes her. She looks exhausted. He doesn't know her that well, but has the feeling she's the kind that prefers to work until she drops in order not to think about anything else.

"Give me a moment to finish up. Why don't you take a seat." He gestures to a hay bale. "I've got some tea in the back if you want it."

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[takeitsleazy]

I have a commission idea for you. But keep it between us, okay? How does 50 munny sound for a wall? I'm not used to setting prices.

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[mal_contented]

"I can keep it quiet, sure. I could also work with fifty so long as you are supplying the materials and the tip includes candy." [Grin.]

[A hundred bucks to take her stress out on someone else's wall? A hundred bucks for a few hours of fun between missions? YES PLEASE.]

[takeitsleazy]

Mal, who are you talking to, here? The tip always includes candy. Just let me know what kind.

I want you to paint a city from someone else's world in the living area. If I give you reference pictures will that help? I saw a book of picture postcards in the Emporium.

[mal_contented]

"Living area of the apartment or one of the common areas? I can do either but depending which will tell us how hard it will be to keep the secret. As for the candy, I'll get you a list."

[takeitsleazy]

Actually, their work schedules are both a bit different than mine. I can meet you in the living area and let you in while they're both at work.

[he's thought about this, can you tell? he is good at planning. scheming, even. he's just ... not good at doing it if it involves surprising or hoodwinking Eleanor. she's too much on his wavelength. it's uncanny.]

[mal_contented]

"That works then. Just tell me when."

[takeitsleazy]

Excellent! How 'bout tomorrow? I'll even pick up the tab for the paint.

[mal_contented]

"Yes you will. I should be back by then. So tomorrow it is."

Fine with handwaving the rest if you want to get to new stuff!

[takeitsleazy]

Okay, great! I'll see you then.

Seperate thread for the painting, or handwaving that too?

[mal_contented]

"Yep."

Nah that should be quick enough.

[takeitsleazy]

[when she shows up, he has all he needed from the Emporium: a book of London postcards and a tiny paperweight shaped like a phone box. he's Wished it blue, the color that Rose and the Doctor have always described in such exquisite detail, and sat it on top of the postcard he liked best, next to a collection of paints, brushes, and spray cans in all the necessary colors. Perched on the varicolored caps of the cans is a familiar bag, filled with peanut butter cups, peanut butter pillows, two different kinds of fudge (pumpkin cheesecake and strawberry-chocolate), and a bag of gumballs.

he's also pulled all the furniture away from the wall in question so she'll have room to work]

Hey, Mal! Thanks so much for doing this. I can't wait to see their faces...

Awesome. And OMG at what she'll be painting.

[mal_contented]

She grinned as she helped herself to some fudge. "No problem. Looks like you bought out the art section. Do I get to keep the leftovers?"