Post by Libra on Sept 27, 2016 20:33:41 GMT
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> 12:55 PM.
"The set is coming along well, Sasazaki-san! Without your help, we'd never have come this far."
Drama club was exciting- despite the recent startup of the school year, this semester's performance actually seemed to be coming along beautifully. The writers were writing, the actors and actresses were acting, and the artists were currently... arting.
A mural of a dark cityscape was being worked on by three students, tantamount of which being Nanami Okuda over here- a local painting talent who was popular for sketching portraits of her classmates.
"In the set of Girl on the Ridge, do you think the city setting should be starry or dark? I know we agreed on a crescent moon, but do you think stars would be too much?" she asked another student, finishing the gold-tinted windows of a skyscraper against the navy background.
The girl she had asked shrugged, folding her hands. "I'm not sure. You should probably ask the President..."
"Sasazaki-san? It's your production." Okuda said with a sheepish grin. Whatever would help the most.
In the corner, two freshmen were fooling around with set pieces, nearly breaking a fake rosebush by tossing it into the hair of a hapless upperclassman.
Others, still, were putting together a small wooden gazebo. A mixture of romance and horror, this was supposed to be a story about how two young women meet, only for one to turn out to have died many years ago and still be haunting the place of her drowning in the guise of a pale-faced student.
