[About a half an hour after Bolton's questionable motive announcement, there's a new announcement through their PIPs, this time not from the computer voice]
Attention, Champions! [It's Jamie! He sounds like he's in a good mood but in a way that's barely hiding a deep well of stress.] Please ignore everything Bolton told you earlier and report to the art room.
[The art room has finally been unlocked and inside twelve easels have been set up with stools, canvases and other painting supplies in four neat rows of three. With the other easels not in use seven are neatly folded and propped up against a far wall and one is haphazardly shoved off to the opposite side of the room. Jamie, dressed in his paint-splattered jeans and light blue button-down, is waiting for the Champions and radiating stressed, slightly manic energy. His hair is messily pulled back and the dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual.]
Today we're going to have a nice time and just do some painting. [He claps his hands, flashing a slightly strained smile at the group.] I have a project in mind that I'm going to teach you guys how to do and you all have everything you need at your stations to do it but if you have something else you- [The art room door slides open again and Bolton sheepishly slinks in with his book. Jamie stops mid-sentence and stares at him with a scowl while he makes his way to the exiled stool in the corner and sits there like a scolded dog. Jamie swiftly turns his attention back to the Champions, pointedly not acknowledging his fellow Overseer any further.]
If you have something else you want to make, you're welcome to it. This is just going to be fun and relaxing. [Says the least relaxed person in the room and with this group that is an accomplishment.]
Incentive: Paint Party
Attention, Champions! [It's Jamie! He sounds like he's in a good mood but in a way that's barely hiding a deep well of stress.] Please ignore everything Bolton told you earlier and report to the art room.
[The art room has finally been unlocked and inside twelve easels have been set up with stools, canvases and other painting supplies in four neat rows of three. With the other easels not in use seven are neatly folded and propped up against a far wall and one is haphazardly shoved off to the opposite side of the room. Jamie, dressed in his paint-splattered jeans and light blue button-down, is waiting for the Champions and radiating stressed, slightly manic energy. His hair is messily pulled back and the dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual.]
Today we're going to have a nice time and just do some painting. [He claps his hands, flashing a slightly strained smile at the group.] I have a project in mind that I'm going to teach you guys how to do and you all have everything you need at your stations to do it but if you have something else you- [The art room door slides open again and Bolton sheepishly slinks in with his book. Jamie stops mid-sentence and stares at him with a scowl while he makes his way to the exiled stool in the corner and sits there like a scolded dog. Jamie swiftly turns his attention back to the Champions, pointedly not acknowledging his fellow Overseer any further.]
If you have something else you want to make, you're welcome to it. This is just going to be fun and relaxing. [Says the least relaxed person in the room and with this group that is an accomplishment.]
[Who's ready to paint some happy little trees?]