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fandomhigh2007-05-22 05:21 am
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Potpourri - Tuesday, May 22
When the students arrived at the main campfire on Tuesday they would see there were a stack of plain looking tribal drums on a table. On Buster's table there was a basket full of glitter, glue, feathers and other moddable decorating stuff. When everyone was seated Buster clapped his hands (he was wearing his fake hand today) together and began to speak.
"Heeeeeey everyone. So today we are going to learn a bit about Indian Tribal Ceremonies. Indians lived here in America before Christopher Columbus came and gave all of them syphilis. Busy man, that guy. They didn't wear shirts and were the inventors of face painting." said Buster. He had no idea what he was talking about. "T.A. was nice enough to dress up as an example of an Indian!"
Buster made a dramatic gesture towards Warren, who was shirtless. He had on only a buttflap (Buster was pretty sure that was the technical term), a headdress and had red paint on his chest. Buster looked way too excited to see his T.A. dressed up.
"Doesn't he look fantastic? Give them a little wave, T.A." says Buster. "Indians dressed like this and used drums to express their feelings during special ceremonies. And they had a lot of ceremonies. With drumming. Yeah...I think that's about it."
"So you've got your drums on that table over there. They're a little plain but that's why I've got all this stuff from the store!" he said, sticking his fake hand in the basket on his desk. When he pulled it out it was covered in glitter and feathers. "Decorate them up! Try not to get any of the feathers near your face. You could poke an eye out."
"After you're done decorating them I'm going to give you a ceremony the Indians performed back in the day." said Buster. "And you just play what you feel. That's what the Indians did. Played what they felt. If you do a good job then I'll give you a prize!" Prize meaning stuff Buster managed to take out of the penthouse and the model home before his mother made him come to Fandom.
"And you get to keep the drums!" he said. "Maybe you can play at a Bar Mitzvah or something."
"Oh, and before I forget. Next week we are going to learn how to be neither seen nor heard. So wear something that's inconspicuous." he said. "Sweater vests are always good. Nothing that makes you look like a trashy whore."
((It;s up!))
"Heeeeeey everyone. So today we are going to learn a bit about Indian Tribal Ceremonies. Indians lived here in America before Christopher Columbus came and gave all of them syphilis. Busy man, that guy. They didn't wear shirts and were the inventors of face painting." said Buster. He had no idea what he was talking about. "T.A. was nice enough to dress up as an example of an Indian!"
Buster made a dramatic gesture towards Warren, who was shirtless. He had on only a buttflap (Buster was pretty sure that was the technical term), a headdress and had red paint on his chest. Buster looked way too excited to see his T.A. dressed up.
"Doesn't he look fantastic? Give them a little wave, T.A." says Buster. "Indians dressed like this and used drums to express their feelings during special ceremonies. And they had a lot of ceremonies. With drumming. Yeah...I think that's about it."
"So you've got your drums on that table over there. They're a little plain but that's why I've got all this stuff from the store!" he said, sticking his fake hand in the basket on his desk. When he pulled it out it was covered in glitter and feathers. "Decorate them up! Try not to get any of the feathers near your face. You could poke an eye out."
"After you're done decorating them I'm going to give you a ceremony the Indians performed back in the day." said Buster. "And you just play what you feel. That's what the Indians did. Played what they felt. If you do a good job then I'll give you a prize!" Prize meaning stuff Buster managed to take out of the penthouse and the model home before his mother made him come to Fandom.
"And you get to keep the drums!" he said. "Maybe you can play at a Bar Mitzvah or something."
"Oh, and before I forget. Next week we are going to learn how to be neither seen nor heard. So wear something that's inconspicuous." he said. "Sweater vests are always good. Nothing that makes you look like a trashy whore."
((It;s up!))
Annette Hargrove
Re: Annette Hargrove
Looking around, she started to beat on her drum the Jingle Bells tune, and after every jingle bells she would grunt and hop on one foot then the other. Then she would repeat.
Re: Annette Hargrove
Re: Annette Hargrove
Looking at Mr. Bluth she made fists with her hands and beat them one over the other, five times, then she'd hit her drum again and hop and grunt. Mr. Bluth was excited? How could he be excited?
Re: Annette Hargrove
Re: Annette Hargrove
Hey, the tower fell. It totally worked.
Re: Annette Hargrove
Buster went to the cardboard box on the table and fished something out of it. "Here, I found this in the attic of the family's model home. I think it was written by Poe or something."
It was a poem entitled "If You Weren't My Cousin"
Re: Annette Hargrove
Taking the poem from Mr. Bluth, she frowned down at it, knowing for certain that it wasn't the work of Poe.
"Uh, thanks Mr. Bluth. I, uh, like it very much."