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Heroism, Humanism & Hijinks: Literature in Action - Week 15, Period 5 (Final)
The class was in the Danger Shop today for their final piece of assessment.
"Good afternoon. Inside you'll find Dickensian London. Namely, the London of A Christmas Carol. Something, however, had gone wrong. Despite being visited by the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future, Ebenezer Scrooge has not discovered the true meaning of Christmas and thus has not gone to Christmas dinner with the Cratchett family. Fix it."
[OOC: Thank you all for a wonderful semester and for hanging on with me while I tested the waters with Lit. You've been a great class. Hope to see you back next semester for a more organised Lit class!]
"Good afternoon. Inside you'll find Dickensian London. Namely, the London of A Christmas Carol. Something, however, had gone wrong. Despite being visited by the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future, Ebenezer Scrooge has not discovered the true meaning of Christmas and thus has not gone to Christmas dinner with the Cratchett family. Fix it."
[OOC: Thank you all for a wonderful semester and for hanging on with me while I tested the waters with Lit. You've been a great class. Hope to see you back next semester for a more organised Lit class!]

Re: Fix It!
would have actually played it out more thoroughly if he had a copy of the book on hand for referencetook a long time to figure out what was going on, given that tact and constructive verbal exchanges were not exactly his strong point. It took a lengthy session of commiserating with Scrooge's nephew Fred over the pain of getting constantly stood up, and an unusually adept application of the "ol' McKnight charm" in a conversation with Scrooge's former fiancée Belle.Which was a lot of talking for Conner.
So after stopping off at a pub to, ahem, refresh his dry throat, he somehow tracked Scrooge down at Big Ben of all places, and wheedled him into going to dinner with the Cratchits.
. . . Conner, who appreciated food in all its forms, was not in any way above describing Christmas dinner in all its glorious detail. That seemed to work well enough as far as softening Scrooge up enough to subject him to a slightly hokey (okay, very hokey) speech about the meaning of Christmas, and hustle him off to the Cratchits' place.