As the class trailed in, the screen was the sort of black that indicated it was on, but receiving no image. Logan was still involved in conversation, the voices somewhat muted but definitely coming in through the speakers.

"--Are you sure?" The woman, whoever she was, sounded concerned.

"I'm positive. It'll be fine." Logan looked from the blank screens to the students and motioned for them to take a handout and a seat before turning back. "I promise, even. It'll go great."

	"C'mon, mom," broke in another - male - voice, clearly amused. "You heard the professor. Let him have his moment."
	An irritated, long-suffering sigh. "A'ight," she relented. "Should be up in a couple minutes. Dix is working on it."

"Thanks," Logan replied, and then turned back to the class proper, smiling. "Hi guys. Today, we've got something kind of special. The handouts you got, obviously, are about color. Color is another way you can convey information - often a feeling or an emotion - in advertisements, the way you dress, and some people even believe you can heal with color."

He motioned to their desks, where at each sat a small easel, a set of paints, and several brushes. "Today you're going to get a demonstration of someone who primarily uses color in their work, the symbolism and emotion they can bring out using it. Then you're going to try your hand at it, using either your gut feelings, or what you find in the handout."

"Logan? Signal's up."

"Thanks." Logan smiled at the class. "Just keep in mind, our guest has been kind of on his own for a long time, but he's a good guy. Treat him with respect," he said, with the insinuation that anything else would result in a swift detention. "Feel free to ask him questions, but have fun with the assignment, as always."

The screen turned on then, and a large, almost canine face loomed, taking it up almost entirely. "Logan? Logan, it's Joshua for painting with kids?" He blinked at the class. "Ooh. Big kids." When Logan nodded for him to go on, Joshua pulled back from the screen a little, somewhat wide-eyed. "Big kids learning how to paint, Joshua-style? Not hard - you gotta use color, lots of it. Right?" He shuffled back from the screen, ducking his head as if not used to being on the spot, and pulled into view a couple large canvases. "Paint from your heart, yeah? Lots of color, and, and..." He paused, looking at the class over the top of one painting. "Big paint strokes! And colors say what you mean. Like... anger. Confusion." He pointed to the dark painting. "Red and black, see?" Joshua looked over the class, grinning. "You try. Do a- a painting of a friend. Or something you like, how it makes you feel. And show me what you got, when you finished, okay?"

Logan stood up from where he'd sat on his desk, nodding to the class. "Go ahead and paint. Joshua will be available to show them to when you're done.

[OOC: WAIT FOR OCD! I'll be going to bed shortly, but start your paintings whenever. The online program lets you link your picture using the "Save and send" option, then just link it to a comment under Joshua's thread and he'll respond when I get up. Slowplay as needed, for those of you with problem schedules. :)]

[OOC: Roster/Syllabus]