magic chalk party

Milo's next fun little event for elections was with assistance from the art club, which he was president and founder of. Today, they'd bought up a whole bunch of magic chalk, and had a little table where you could come grab some (plus goodies bags with cute stickers, homemade candies, and colored pencils), and from there you could just go at it with the expanse of sidewalk.

The magic chalk worked a little like this. There was nothing dangerous or solid about it, but when you drew something out and had a certain spark in your mind, it would spring from the ground and come to life. It was a very gorgeous, colorful sight, and while the doodles couldn't stray far from where they were first drawn, they could perform a few flashy actions and tricks for a viewer's delight- and even interact with other artwork. They became vaguely three dimensional in the air, but remained in the same art style they were drawn in, and couldn't do more than what their creator's imagination allowed.

(Lastly, you got magic dust on your hands and clothes rather than normal chalk dust. They had special towels for getting that off, unless, of course, you wanted to look a bit glittery and cause bubbly sneezes in anyone who breathed too close to you for the rest of the day.)

Milo was drawing beautiful, swirling flower patterns that melted into the air with shimmers, and seemed to move with the light breeze and stretch towards the sun. Additionally, on the sides of that, he doodled simple cartoon bunnies that bounced and played with each other. He was, as usual, both doing hosting this kind of thing as a chance to talk Student Council matters and… just for its own sake.

Milo watched Maddie fondly while she displayed her clumsier, but still very cute, version of a fox. He drew a few chalk foxes to chase after her and copy her movements, little streaks of red and energy. He pet her, scritching under her chin and softly touching at her ears, when she laid down near him as he sat with his legs crossed on the sidewalk. He smiled. He was smiling a lot this election, having a good time spending time with his friends, getting their support and belief, and meeting new people. It was a little surreal, and made his heartbeat erratic and light.

He saw a new arrival out of the corner of his eye. He looked over everyone who showed up to his events, making sure to get a feel for them and keep record of anyone he recognized. This one, he recognized. Milo had memorized everyone who'd signed up to run for Student Council, and he planned on interacting with all of them.

This was Lucas Metaxas. Demon, artist (he wondered why he wasn't in the club, Milo would welcome him), connections to the Rosales family, who Milo didn't dislike as much as one might outwardly expect him to. They were criminals. And they treated their children well, and hurt people who didn't- they hurt them bad. That was respectable, in his book.

Milo didn't stand, but he waved to Lucas, gesturing for him to come closer, sit down with them. He saw what he was doing, giving out buttons, but he hardly cared. Milo wasn't really making any posters or buttons, or similar such things, himself- and he wasn't going to be hostile or threatened by anything. Nah.

Milo picked Maddie up and gave her an affectionate squeeze, then set her down again. He nodded amicably. "Hi. Lucas, right? I'm Milo, and the fox is Maddie. She's a shapeshifter. You can pet her if you want, she likes being scratched on the neck. I think she's having fun playing mascot."

He offered Lucas some chalk. "Why don't you stay with us for a while? I'd like to get to know you, maybe talk about campaign things, maybe not. You're an artist, yeah? I'd love to see some of your work, and this is a perfect opportunity. Go ahead, nothing's gonna bite you, and we're all friends here. We can't use all this chalk on our own, and the artwork coming out of this and mixing together is making something really wonderful. Even just watching is nice."

He looked out to all the interacting and shining colors and imagery in the air, as well as all the people laughing and messing around, quietly taking it in and enjoying it, giving off a relaxed aura. This was what the elections should be about. This was why he was here.