Now this big egghead is the real deal when you want shit painted, authored or any of those things and should be a expert authority on how shit loooooks gooood. Constantly surveying and enhancing the service department, & imparting advice plus improvements where needed.
Abilities
> Ability to leave chiselled notes with the chisel tool (confiscated from goof-librarian)
> Ability to make 'mental photographs' (or straight up copy photographs) and express it in paint with a long timer and a easel for a perfect sprite fit of the scene. (also useful as a way to draw forensic paintings, is to call the art director)
Equipment - The library is converted into a art room, not too far unlike a far more polished version of birdboats art storage, typically clean and post-deco.
> There is a large supply of art supplies here, varying from easels to literal paint buckets & cardboard cut out's for wiley coyote esque shenanigans
> Easels can be hung on the walls of the Art director's or any new painter's new creations.
> A small book section still exists as does the library computer but it takes less centre stage.
Finally, nuke ops steal the art director and then force them to paint the final scenes of the station exploding.
No flukes, only a happy little 'accident'
