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The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they don't seem to be in any hurry to do so. Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box that they can't open. What's going on right now: Grace and Simon are exploring the Rialto, which is the theatre on the other side of the passage. They've finished dinner and now they're exploring the bathroom. Simon is trying to figure out what Bertie Proudfoot's Fur dryer does. About the page... Simon is doing his best Marilyn Monroe. Grace watches in amusement. Normally inorganic models, like furniture and stemware is pretty easy to model, but this glass booth absolutely kicked my butt. There are also some issues with Blender where I can't render a transparent (i.e., glass) door and just use it as a layer. Actually, I can, but then it won't refract... well, it was a pain, I can tell you. In fact, in the lat panel, I realized (after I had drawn Simon) that I had made a mistake with the distortive refraction. But, even though it was technically not accurate, I left it that way for two reasons. First of all, it had a 'fun house' effect. Secondly, I didn't feel like drawing Simon again. |
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Drawing completed - 08 FEB 2011
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Page 94 Rialto Living Quarters Simon walked up to the glass fixture. "According to this little plaque here, it's 'Bertie Proudfoot's Fur dryer'." There was a handle on the glass door and Simon reasoned, quite correctly, that handles were made to be pulled, so he did just that. As a result of his efforts, one side of the glass booth opened. Shrugging, he stepped inside and, without thinking, pulled the door closed behind him. The moment he did so, a fan whirred to life and began to blow air from beneath him, releasing a brief flurry of dust. Only slightly frightened, he quickly opened the door to step out. The moment the door opened, the fan stopped. He stepped out. "Did you smell a heater when it turned on?" |
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