This was relaxation. Yes. After almost dying (again), after bumps on the road and overly exhausting exams, this was life. Almost. There was a particular person she was overly fond of that wasn't here, but it wasn't going to hold her back from relaxing and maybe even trying that fun thing.

Sitting in her self-made throne, her multi-colored eyes scanned the art area. Yup. All was in check and ready to go. She herself already sported a few tattoos. A small, sparkly butterfly just below the corner of her right eye. It made the colors in her eyes pop. BOOM. There was an animated shooting star on her left shoulder, and, because she was special and she was in charge here, Beverly got herself a dragon tattoo on her right shoulder. It was, too, animated and would make the motions of roaring.

How brilliant was that?

How brilliant was ALL of this? They truly did work their bums off to get this thing together. Hopefully it'd do the trick and brighten up spirits. Not that she cared. Much. It was whatever.