Thread Roulette: I Love a Parade

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Pilot Ridge will put on a small Pride parade later this month. In anticipation of it, Maisie Pryce and Cleo Warren have been tasked with making the lamp posts rainbow-colored and drawing rainbows on the downtown crosswalks.

[Cleo Warren]

Bright colors were never really Cleo’s thing. Maroons, grays, blacks, navy blues; those were mainly the bulk of her wardrobe. Occasionally, some brighter colors might make an appearance during the spring and summer months, but not often. Even today, for this rainbow colored parade, the brightest color she’d managed to find in her clean clothes was a maroon shirt.

Oh well…

But what she lacked in her attire, she made up for in the colorful rainbows she’d chalked all over the sidewalk. The supervisor had been thrilled after hearing that the precog was, indeed, an artist, immediately shoving a box of chalk in her hands and instructing her to make the sidewalks look fabulous.

“Just…rainbows?” She inquired after the very brief instruction. Obviously that made sense. It was a pride parade after all. Still, drawing rainbow after rainbow on every single sidewalk would get and look boring. The artist would have to find some better ways to spice it up a little bit.

The girl who was supposed to be helping her hadn’t arrived yet, but Cleo didn’t really mind. She was always early anyway, and she was pretty wrapped up in drawing. Clearly, it wasn’t the most complicated thing she’d ever drawn, but it was fun nonetheless. Besides, it wasn’t everyday that she got draw on the sidewalks for her community service project.

[Maisie Pryce]

Maisie was punctual and as colorful as always. Her favorite purple pants accented by the pink of her sweater wasn't just eye-catching it was fashion forward and she was nothing if not fashionable. She'd been waylaid by their supervisor for a number of minutes however as they explained what exactly they wanted. Maisie was in charge of decorating the light posts since Cleo (she learned the name of her partner through conversation) was already taking care of drawing rainbows on the sidewalk. Maisie thought the name was familiar, Cleo might be a person in her class but Maisie wasn't familiar with all the names. In the last two years Maisie had grown another few inches which meant that her stretch radius had also increased too, but she seemed to have stopped at 5'7" at least for the moment.

With an armful of ribbons and small pride flags among other things that she'd pilfered innocently along the way she made her way to where the other girl was drawing rainbows. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully as she set the box down next to the first lamp post and started unwinding ribbon. "Do you think a flower should go on every post or should I stagger them? Also flags on every post or every other? We have like a bazillion so I could probably put like 20 on each post and no one would mind. HEY! do you think that every so often I should just do one color and then make a rainbow that way? That would change things up a bit yeah?" she chattered on.

[Cleo Warren]

Perhaps Cleo shouldn’t have worn her white converse today; as she looked down at her shoes, she noticed they were becoming just as colorful as the rainbows she was drawing on the pavement. She frowned, wiping at them a bit with her fingers. This really only made it worse since the chalk dust on her hands made her sneakers even dirtier.

She’d worry about them later though; chalk was fairly easy to wash off and she’d gotten tougher stains out of them before. For now, at least she’d be somewhat colorful for this pride parade.

She stood up, wiping her her hands off on the towel she’d been given and surveyed the swirly rainbow she’d drawn. It’d be easier with paint, or something similar; chalk was actually pretty difficult to draw with, especially coupled with the unevenness of the pavement. All in all though, it looked pretty good.

Cleo glanced up as she saw another girl, one she recognized from school, coming up the sidewalk with a shit-ton of rainbow ribbons and flags. She must be here to decorated the light posts.

“Hi.” Cleo greeted with a smile. She didn’t really know Maisie that well, but they’d had a few classes together over the years. “Um…maybe you should stagger both of them; so that every other post is a flower and then a flag.” Cleo suggested, after processing the assault of questions. “And I think you should either make each post one color and make a rainbow down the street, or you should put all the colors on each light post.” Cleo wasn’t a huge fan of chaotic art; she thought organization and patterns were much more pleasing to the eye, especially on something like this. “Either would look good, but patterns just look nicer. I think people would appreciate it more.”