i. The Common Room Farrah's drawing, of course. He almost always is. But for the past few days, he's consistently picked a seat along the east wall for his hours-long sketching sessions. Each day he chooses a different table and he moves if someone demands it, but he's always as close to the east wall as he can manage. He doesn't refuse conversation either, and happily turns to a blank page to draw for someone should they ask. In fact, he casually flips to a clean page if anyone sits near him.
As soon as he's left alone, he's back to his quick drawings which cover the papers: gestures, body parts, animals, plants, sometimes combinations of them. Sometimes there are tattoos or scars visible, though the only faces he draws are staff. Sometimes there's a word or time scribbled beside the identifying marks before he shuffles that sheet to the back of the stack and begins a new one.
Nothing suspicious here. Just a guy obsessed with drawing, definitely not taking notes on things he hears and sees, what people are where and when. Pure coincidence that at the right angle, which happens to be along the east wall, one can see the door to the staff room.
ii. Dominion
"I know. I remember. Come back." The breeze carries the soft words up from the beach and into the treeline. Black footprints lead out of the forest towards the lake, where Farrah kneels at the shoreline. He leans over frequently to dip his fingertips in the inky lake then rises up again to paint swirls and scales along his bare arms and chest. Someone approaching gets barely a nod of greeting before he resumes his careful, focused fingerpainting.
Something moves in the water. The ripples are small and distant at first, then grow larger as whatever submerged creature is causing it nears the surface and picks up speed. Within moments, the wake crests so high and kick up so much whitewater it's tough to tell if it's merely waves or perhaps some part of the creature breaks the surface. It charges at the beach and will seemingly emerge in a matter of seconds.
"Yes!" Farrah throws his arms up in triumph, clearly unafraid, "Yes! There you are!"
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Farrah's drawing, of course. He almost always is. But for the past few days, he's consistently picked a seat along the east wall for his hours-long sketching sessions. Each day he chooses a different table and he moves if someone demands it, but he's always as close to the east wall as he can manage. He doesn't refuse conversation either, and happily turns to a blank page to draw for someone should they ask. In fact, he casually flips to a clean page if anyone sits near him.
As soon as he's left alone, he's back to his quick drawings which cover the papers: gestures, body parts, animals, plants, sometimes combinations of them. Sometimes there are tattoos or scars visible, though the only faces he draws are staff. Sometimes there's a word or time scribbled beside the identifying marks before he shuffles that sheet to the back of the stack and begins a new one.
Nothing suspicious here. Just a guy obsessed with drawing, definitely not taking notes on things he hears and sees, what people are where and when. Pure coincidence that at the right angle, which happens to be along the east wall, one can see the door to the staff room.
ii. Dominion
"I know. I remember. Come back." The breeze carries the soft words up from the beach and into the treeline. Black footprints lead out of the forest towards the lake, where Farrah kneels at the shoreline. He leans over frequently to dip his fingertips in the inky lake then rises up again to paint swirls and scales along his bare arms and chest. Someone approaching gets barely a nod of greeting before he resumes his careful, focused fingerpainting.
Something moves in the water. The ripples are small and distant at first, then grow larger as whatever submerged creature is causing it nears the surface and picks up speed. Within moments, the wake crests so high and kick up so much whitewater it's tough to tell if it's merely waves or perhaps some part of the creature breaks the surface. It charges at the beach and will seemingly emerge in a matter of seconds.
"Yes!" Farrah throws his arms up in triumph, clearly unafraid, "Yes! There you are!"
[Farrah's dominion plotting comment is here.]
iii. Wildcard
[ Open to just about anything! His general cr/plotting comment is here if you want some inspo. Happy to switch to brackets if you prefer!]