Potpourri - Tuesday - May, 28, 2007

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

When the students came out to the main campfire on Tuesday morning they would notice that Buster wasn't anywhere to be found. Or so they thought. Only those with a keen eye would notice Buster hiding behind a tree. When everyone had arrived he crept up quietly to the class. Even then he might not be noticed. No, the students might not notice that their teacher was there until he coughed and said "Heeeey students."



"Today we'll be learning how to be neither seen or heard. I'm an expert at this due to me spending many years at the Milford Academy. It's a useful skill. You can avoid anybody you don't want to see or you can use it to pick up information. The latter may backfire because you might find out things you didn't ever, ever want to know. Horrible things about your mother." Buster shivered. "Ugh."

"Now, the most important thing about being neither seen or heard is the way you dress. Anybody can dress up in all black and put on goofy makeup to keep yourself from being seen but won't you feel stupid if you're caught? But if you dress up in floral prints and wear a lot of pastels people won't think you're worth their time and not notice you there. Or they're think you are "special" and won't mind spilling their secrets around you." he said. "Hiding in plain sight, that's what being neither seen or heard is all about."

"Also, no talking. I cannot stress how important this is. Some people just can't shut their traps and that makes other people untrusting of them." he said. "When you must talk be polite and keep sentences short. I have gone days without talking and nobody in my family noticed."

"So today we're going to do two activities that will prepare you for being neither seen or heard. The no talking game and hide and seek!" said Buster. "I know you know them well."

"And for homework I want you to hide in plain sight sometime this week. Dress inconspicuously. See what kind of information you can find out from people." he said. "Or maybe someone will care enough to try to find out where you are. But that's rare. The only time someone wanted to find me was to help them zip up their dress."

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[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

All collapse-y like

Re: Sign In

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette Hargrove

During Lecture

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

Talk, boggle, zone out

Re: During Lecture

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Earlier that morning, a snowflake (http://community.livejournal.com/fhplotterywheel/70687.html) had fallen on the tip of Annette's nose. She beamed at everyone because everyone loved her. She was such a star. She stood up so that everyone could see her better.

Re: During Lecture

[absolutesnark]

Summer was boggling at the thought of wearing a lot of pastels. There had to be a better way of hiding in plain sight that didn't require horrible fashion sense.

Re: During Lecture

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Pastels, Shawn so had that one down.

Didn't stop him from boggling like crazy at the rest of that little speech, though.

Re: During Lecture

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

Jim wondered if his current purpleness would help or hinder his hiding. If people didn't want to notice people in floral prints, they might not want to notice a purple person.

Re: During Lecture

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was pretty zoney, but still managed to listen to parts of the lecture. The rest gave her a strange desire to hug her professor, but she ignored that.

The No Talking Game!

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

Exactly what it sounds like. Get in a circle and whoever talks first loses.

Re: The No Talking Game!

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was laughing, "Me? Not talk? But everyone loves me, they love to listen to me talk! This is not a real game!"

Re: The No Talking Game!

[absolutesnark]

Summer wasn't talking. Mostly because, by this time, she was zoning out.

Re: The No Talking Game!

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

No matter how crazy this seemed, Shawn could deal with not talking. Yep, totally could.

At least, so long as no one poked him or anything.

Re: The No Talking Game!

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

Jim made a steady humming noise, as one might expect from a cyborg that was malfunctioning to such a degree that he had turned purple.

He felt he could get away with this because humming was not talking.

Re: The No Talking Game!

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter could be quiet. He tried to be quiet via actively listening. This involved having a serious yet concerned face.

Re: The No Talking Game!

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn took her place in the circle and didn't say anything. Usually, her desire not to talk was accompanied by a pout, a glare, or a lot of repetitive shouting, but this time it would probably only last until someone talked to her.

Hide And Seek

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

Whoever pings into the thread first gets to be it. Everyone else has to hide! Hide as well as you can online anyways.

Re: Hide And Seek

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter covered his eyes and started to count.

Talk To T.A.

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

Because T.A. needs love too.

Re: Talk To T.A.

[stuckeyboy]

"T.A." was there. He was just kind of sitting unobtrusively in the back corner.

Turns out being neither seen nor heard was something of a natural talent. . . .

Talk To Buster

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

You know, if you want to be freaked out by a fake hand or hear creepy stories about Lucille Bluth.

Re: Talk To Buster

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Bluth," Annette said approaching him. "Today's lesson is just not working for me."

Bright smile.

OOC

[motherboy-bluth.livejournal.com]

Best thing about getting up this early? Full House re-runs.

Re: OOC

[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

DJ! Uncle Jesse! Uncle Joey!

Re: OOC

[fat-halpert.livejournal.com]

What ever happend to predictability?
The milk man, the paper boy, evening T.V

Re: OOC

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Man, I had such a crush on Kimmie when I was -- *ahem*

I said nothing.