Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had brought the glitter, markers, glue and poster board to make posters to advertise for mask making out to common room. Focusing on the posters, she tried not to think about this morning's phone call.

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter walked into the common room and smiled. "Are you ready for some poster-making?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hi Peter," Isabel smiled. "I've got the glitter right here."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Great," Peter said. "So, are we going with authentic replica Venetian posters? And what do Venetian posters look like, anyway?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I haven't a clue," she said. "Although I do have pictures of authentic Venetian masks. So maybe we can draw a few masks on there?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Some masks, maybe some water at the bottom, and a boat somewhere," Peter said. "That should just about cover everything."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You could have an alternative career as a professional poster designer," Isabel suggested. "Because that sounds just about perfect."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"School reporter by day, superhero by night, poster designer by later that night," Peter said. "I think I can pull it off."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Who needs sleep? Start a coffee IV and you'll be good to go."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"That will be my early-morning activity, recharging the caffeine battery I'll have installed in me," Peter said.