Adventuring Survival Tactics, March 16. Period 4

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was finally back to teach the class, looking as smug as ever. The classroom was beanbag chairs again, but in the middle of the circle was a table, with a pitcher of red liquid and several already filled cups. There was a small sign reading 'Help Yourself' taped to the pitcher.

After everyone entered, the Doctor clapped his hands together and began his lecture.

"Anyone who already sipped the Kool-Aid, congratulations, you've been drugged into submission and will now be totally open to me exploiting you for your money and identity and what-have-you. Well, not actually, since that would get me fired as a teacher, but in principle, that's what you get for drinking the Kool-Aid. Cults are funny things, you know. They always seem so odd, don't they? You've got you Charlie Mansons, your Sisterhood of the Sacred Flame, Scientologists, Heaven's Gate, all of them. What do these all have in common? People who like to do weird things and a leader who enables them to do it. Sure, you say you wouldn't want to sacrifice a goat while dancing naked in a field, but get a little drugs in your system, and most people cave to peer pressure."

The Doctor then went on and on about various bizzare instances of cults across the galaxy.

"And now for today's activity. Pair up, and decide what you would mandate if you ran your own cult. It's like making a new religion, except... well, it's exactly like making your own religion, really. Only you're possibly saying you believe aliens will come and save your souls if you kill yourself, or that the message of the divine can only come from having sex with your romantic partner while eating lots of brocolli. Silly stuff, really. Have fun with it. And remember: never drink Kool-Aid from someone you don't know too well. And as much as you may think you know me? You kids have no idea at all."

He smiled in a happy, bright, 'I'm as a mad as a hatter' sort of way. "Go on, cult it up!"

[ooc: Wait for OCD? Have at it!]

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[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

In a manner that emulates a flan in a cupboard.

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana Lang

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel Evans

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[absolutesnark]

Summer Roberts

Ask the Doctor a Culty Question

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

Well, he is a teacher

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka stared at his fourth cup of Kool-Aid and dropped it like it had bit him. "YAAAAGH!" he shouted.

And then "AAAAGH!" again, when the full cup bounced on the floor and drenched his legs (and maybe other peoples') in Kool-Aid.

"You're just kidding about the Kool-Aid, right?" he asked, terrified.

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[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke looked down at his wet pants.

"Ew."

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Sorry."

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Is it always kool-aid?"

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[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"No. But the principle still applies to other things," the Doctor explained

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"What is kool-aid anyway?" Pippi asked taking a cup from the table and taking a sip.

Cult it Up!

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

Invent your own cult kit. Just add your own fanaticism.

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana looked around for anyone who might want to pair up.

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[absolutesnark]

Summer sat down and waited for someone to pair up with.

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[sonofdragons.livejournal.com]

Tannim sat next to Summer. "What would you make people worship?" he asked.

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[absolutesnark]

Summer thought about that a moment. "Maybe Princess Sparkle. Or weetiny penguins."

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi sits down with a cup of kool-aid and considers if she really needs to start a cult.

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia has some ideas on this, actually. They'd touched upon cults and mob mentality and all those other things in her training the year before, not in detail, but enough that she felt she had an understanding.

And actually getting one going. . . .

"So," she turned to Pippi. "Cult of the Duck?"

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"How about Cult of the Spirit Animal?" Pippi suggested diplomatically.

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was penguin-induced stress. Maybe it was the Kool-Aid. Who knows?

Whatever the proximate cause, Sokka stood up and whistled to get everybody's attention.

"GREETINGS!" he pronounced. "You are all in my cult. My commandments are thus:"

"ONE." -- He held up a finger -- "Be awed, impressed, and amused at my Sokkaness, for it is mighty."

"TWO." -- Another finger -- "Be as awesome as you can, in everything you do, in order to prove yourselves worthy."

"THREE." -- He held up his thumb -- "Eat snacks, for they are tasty."

"FOUR." -- Another finger -- "I dunno. Make something up. I have faith in you, my subjects."

"FIVE." -- The last finger -- "Be awed some more. I mean it. You should totally buy me cookies or something."

He wiggled all five fingers at the class. "You are now under my MIIIIIIND CONTROOOOOOLLLL."

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...You're a charasmatic super genius, you are."

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Yes, I am," Sokka conceded. "Thank you, servant."

After Class

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

In case you have business with the Doc

OOC

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Will be AFK as I'm -now- running out to do those errandy type things. Back later!