Settling into her new home wasn't hard - it was finding what to do in the meantime between meeting people at the tavern or greeting other Typhooners at the bay. She would definitely have to find a job at some point, maybe join one of the groups that was within the Typhoon. But she could think about that later, since she was sitting on the beach, wilting necklace drooping around her neck and a sketchbook and pencil in the sand. The sketchbook was opened to a blank page, begging to be drawn in.

The only question was, what should she draw? Aside from the obvious answer, which was the ocean before her. But she was tired of drawing just landscapes, Lucy wanted to draw people. More specifically, she wanted to draw people she knew, people she had seen in the Typhoon. Taking the pencil in paw, she pressed it lightly against the paper and let her mind drift off. Loose sketches soon filled the page, some of those she had met in the Typhoon (Keona, Michael, Salem, and Brandy), and some she had met before or were part of her family.

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

If Michael had known that he was one of the faces that Lucy was doodling away in her notebook, he probably would've been flattered. After all, the dealer rather liked investing in his own appearance, something that could easily be seen from the various bits of jewelry all over him. He would've been pleased to know that someone was interested in drawing him – even if it was just because Lucy was bored of landscapes.

The bobcat arrived on the beach not long after Vayne, his short tail twitching behind him as he sat down near her. While he wasn't constantly watching the young Cipher, he did make sure to keep an eye on her when she was around, not wanting her to get herself into any trouble. Not that he really thought that she would – she was far sweeter than her mother, after all. Shaking Aphra from his thoughts for the moment, Michael looked back towards Lucy, mismatched blue gaze glancing down at her sketchbook before he questioned, "You're... drawing? Looks like you've been hard at work... what have you got so far?" He tilted his head to one side, trying to sneak a peek at the various sketches that Lucy had scribbled onto the pages.

A soft squeak left her mouth as she heard Vayne, placing a paw haphazardly on the page she was working on as if to hide it. But she relaxed as she saw Vayne and soon Michael and she smiled. [color=#093044]"Hello, you two. I'm just sketching is all. Nothing too special." If that wasn't a blatant lie, as she lifted her paw and looked to see she smudged Brandyskies' face on the page. Okay, maybe some of these sketches were special.

[color=#093044]"Aaa! I smudged it - I heckin' smudged it!" She squeaked and frantically worked to clean the sketch up, accidentally allowing Michael to peek at the page. Most of the faces were in detail, though it seemed she was just starting to work on the drawing of Brandy.

Roxanne rarely ever found time to draw and well, she wasn't the best at drawing to begin with so she hardly ever did it. The Captain slowly made her way over to the small group with both of her ears perked forward, her mismatched eyes glancing over in the direction of Vayne and offering a smile though her attention diverted to Lucy who was the current center of attention at the given moment. "Hello guys," She offered all of them a toothy grin with her fluffy tail lashing behind her, she took a seat next to Michael not aware that Lucy had been drawing her crewmates but it didn't take her long to realize it. Her ears swiveling forward when she noticed the piece of paper though she couldn't make out what had been drawn on it.

"What did you draw something, Lucy?" From what she had heard, the drawings had been smudged though Roxie wasn't certain so, she decided to sit back until Lucy shared the drawings or felt comfortable in doing so.

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Despite his best efforts to seem casual, Michael found himself perking up with interest as he snuck a glance at what Lucy had been sketching out. A glimpse of his own face was enough to make him grin, mismatched and half blind gaze darting from face to face. He eventually spoke warmly, his voice coming out as a purr from the back of his throat, "I must say, they look pretty good, Lucy! Especially my face... you really managed to capture my image. And Brandy looked nice too, until the whole... you, know, smeared face thing." He gestured a paw lazily towards where Brandyskies's face had been just a moment ago, now slightly warped despite only being in the sketch phase. As Roxanne approached, the bobcat glanced up at his sister with a bit of a lopsided grin, nudging his shoulder against hers before he muttered to Lucy, "Hey... you should try drawing Roxie! I'm sure that she would appreciate it... maybe you could hang a portrait up above the throne." His last sentence had a humorous tone to it, directed towards the new captain. He mostly just wanted to lift her spirits, considering he knew how uncertain she had been ever since taking over after Goldie.

And then, as if she could hear his very thoughts, Goldenluxury appeared. Michael glanced over at her with a smile, glad to see her out and about, enjoying the things she used to enjoy. He had seen Goldie's art once or twice before, but he couldn't really say anything about the quality of it. That wasn't to say he didn't like the tigress's art. He loved her pieces, especially her own tattoo, but he knew nothing about how they were when it came to critique. He hardly knew how to draw a circle anymore without screwing it up – mainly thanks to the fact that only having one working eye kinda messed with his steadiness. Tilting his head to one side, the bobcat spoke up after Goldie, smiling lightly, "Ah, Goldie's paintings... they're really great! I wonder if the two of you could collaborate at some point. Like, you sketching and Goldie painting over that sketch... I bet it would be real impressive." The Typhoon certainly wouldn't suffer from a bit more art around. That wasn't to say their group was uncultured, he just thought that spaces like the tavern could benefit from a bit more color.

The sudden arrival of some others sort of set the Mau on edge but after a quick fix, she managed to make the sketch of Brandy a little better. Words caught in her throat but she nodded to Roxanne and Goldie, tail swaying in greeting.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she turned in her spot to face everyone with the sketchbook open for all to see. With a shaky paw, she pointed to the Typhoon sketches. [color=#093044]"Yeah.. ye-yeah I drew some.. some of you guys." Her voice was level, but as she pointed to a stern looking caracal sketch, her voice wavered. [color=#093044]"I.. I drew some of my old family too.."