It is precisely 21:XX, the shop is empty and has been for the last hour.  Paint lays on the painting stands, a rainbow of overspray waiting to be cleaned off.  Various boxes await behind a unused counter, showing off their work and piercing options.  A soft chime fills the room, signaling the main door is sliding down.  Indigogh's paint shop is now closed for the night.
       
They signal for a hose, which rappels down from the exposed ceiling.  Indigogh hoses down the stands, showing the aluminum base in the slightly permanently stained splendor.  Packages are checked, supplies ordered just in time to be refilled.  In the storage area awaits concepts for customers, even more boxes of supplies, and organized drawers of all sorts of supplies needed for the day's work.  However, tonight isn't a work night.  Tonight is the time to get inspired by the spectacle of the volcano on the tip of the island.

Leaving the shop, the faint sound of hot summer jams from the beach fill the air. Definitely an inspiration by any doubt, but nature is the in style and there's very little of it by the shop.  The subway has plenty of beachgoers on it, heading from party to party.  Not many others would be taking the subway across the thermal plant towards the city proper, leaving the car empty.  What also doesn't help that the train is the pal known for harsh braking.

Arriving at the thermal plant substation, a warm red glow fills the station from windows overlooking the exposed lava.  A larger station, designed to ferry off various workers on shift changes, sits completely devoid of any passengers.

"mind if I get out for a second to grab some inspiration?" Indigogh says to the train.

"NO PROBLEM!!!" the train replies.

Looking out the window shows lava flowing and bubbling up over highly scorched ground, a beautiful look at nature's raw fury before being turned into clean energy.  A lava themed pattern could be quite the style for a long dress.  Feeling the heat, if it were even possible, could have helped get this feeling across even more, but that would have to wait for a fantastic future of inserted reality.

Indigogh heads back into the train, leaving behind the red glow for the cool, neutral toned whites of the underground.  The only sign of heading towards the volcano are the changing station colors, pleasant hues and saturation showing the way.  Finally, the edge of the city.  One side is ashes and dust, with a lit path heading out towards the distance.  On the other side, the city glowing through the night.  From this point onwards, the trip will be on wheeled vehicles that can traverse the ashes.

The ashes leave swirls of all kinds and shapes around in the dust with the varying colors, naturally all these shapes are being recorded for inspiration later.  Eventually Indigogh arrives at the volcano lookout point, where a few others take in the volcano's beauty up close.  Naturally, there's a combination gift shop/concession stand with inflated prices for curious knickknacks and power juice.  Indigogh gets a refreshing can of power juice, and heads out to the railing to soak in the views.  Taking a big gulp of juice in, they feel refreshed and ready with plenty of designs to take in from the volcano's formation.

The sun begins to slowly rise, adding a rich warmth to the landscape.  It is also the signal to head back to the shop, even though its hours until opening time again.  The views are savored yet again on the back into the city, with more patterns exposed by the sun's rays.  The subway is still unchanged, after all there's only about two to three hours that could be considered night by any context and most biotes would be asleep or at a party. Arriving at the shop, Indigogh heads to the back room, where photos and videos from the trip out are already projecting out on the walls.  They play "crack_knuckles_3.pcm" and get ready to make some figurative magic happen.