Speech Comm

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She wears a sharp blue suit and speaks veeery softly and slowly...

201--Trust Me

Good morning gang. Ok, we're working with a theme of trust this week. Last week was influence and persuasion, so this week I'd like you to prep a speech in which you persuade me to trust you. What do you feel trust is all about? Why should I, the biggest chicken on the teaching staff, trust you? In what ways will you persuade me? Keep in mind the appeals to your character, utilizing specific evidence, and appealing to my emotions. Start brainstorming, you can feel free to ask me questions. This will be helpful for those of you involved in these elections we've got going on...politics is all about presenting the information and getting people on your side. You'll present this Thursday, keep it short. 3-5 minutes. Ok, go.
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301--Trust Games

*All the desks have been pushed to the back of the class in a heap. There will be no sitting today.*

Morning, guys. OK, first. Someone may have had a reaction to the drinks from yesterday. I just wanted to make it absolutely clear that I didn't do anything that would harm you. If you felt anything, it was just a little lidocaine. These are trust games. Keep that in mind.

Now, yesterday I saw some intereting things. Some of you have real trust issues...and I don't just mean those who refused to drink. Sydney and Chiana probably have very good reasons behind their behavior. However, others in this class, I'm amazed at how readily you trusted me...I understand your situation, really. I'm up here, I have the political power in this classroom. You ought to be able to trust me to keep you safe, and, in theory, teach you something. However, what if I am intentionally misleading you? I clearly wrote on the board NOT to drink what was in the cups before you ever got here. Why did my words convince you otherwise? Hmm...

Ok, moving on.

So yesterday we saw your level of trust regarding me. Today we're going to work on your trust with one another.

Personal space varies from culture to culture. Part of this is how a person is taught to value their body, and part has to do with the environment in which a person was raised. However, all cultures, when faced with a stranger, tend to be wary and will only let people get so close to them. So here's our game for the day. I want you to pair up with someone...anyone. I want you to stand, facing each other, 1 meter apart. You will take turns disclosing personal details...not deeply personal please. Your pet's name, your shoe size...I don't really care, I just don't want this to get more uncomfortable than it will.

Ok, with each disclosure take a step forward. IF you get to physical contact, I want you to hold that for as long as possible. When you become uncomfortable, please feel free to take a step back.

If anyone winds up without a partner, you can use me. *Blinks* I mean I'll be your partner.

Ok, go.

Comments

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

*Anya looks around the room for a partner. After the questions and answer session yesterday, more aimless questions don't sound fun*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Partner up?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Oh dear. This is going to fabulous...))

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I know! I so can't wait! Also, is it okay if Jack shows up late for yesterday's class? Jack-mun had lack of electricity yesterday and couldn't make it online.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((OMG yes! I was sad I didn't get to play trust games with Jack...you know, after the bathroom and all. Heh. I'll respond quickly after 5pst when I get home))

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sweet! Jack's not usually much on trusting people but after this weekend? Yeah. CJ's high on the list. She's probably his favorite teacher right now in fact.

Oddly enough you started earning points after the "Grey-chick" incident.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((Hee...awesome. She might poison you, you know...you saw her butt[vbeg]))

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[Well of course she might poison him, everyone does. her's just has a lower chance of purposefully resulting in death.]

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

"Sure, why not?" Anya says while shrugging her shoulders.

(OOC: Prof cregg, kindly delete the last post. I'm a weetodd. but you knew that ;) )

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Wanna step back real far first? I'm not really a...'touching' kinda person. Usually. You first by the way."

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Takes about five steps backwards.

"I'm Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins and I was born on the fourth of July," she says.

Then adds, "and no wise cracks mister."

Takes a step forward.

ooc: sorry i didn't reply sooner, i didn't get an email that you had replied. Stupid lj!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack takes six steps back.

"Okay I can deal with that. Jonathan Patrick O'Neill, you can call me Jack. Born on January fourth.

I would never dare to make a joke about anyone as obviously... 'patriotic' as you."

Jack takes a small step forward.


[OOC: No problem]

[(Anonymous)]

"Well, nice to meet you Jack," Anya says boisterous, like she was meeting him at a sports game.

Thinks of something to say.
"I'm running for treasurer. Oh, and I like money!"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack finds the pep in her voice jus the slightest bit irritating, it reminds him of Danny when he finds some old roll of toilet paper off-planet.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too."

"I'm running for treasurer. Oh, and I like money!" Jack is possibly the only one in the entire school not running for something.

"I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. I..." Jack tries to think of something to say, but everything seems to be classified. "I've broken over sixty bones in my body." Jack takes another small step.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya thinks hard for something interesting to say next

"I know how many blood vessels can burst in a man's body before he actually dies!"
"I'm not an ex demon!" she lamely declares and steps forward.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack just. Blinks. Okay then. Not an ex demon. So that means... she is a demon now?

"I know how much skin you can peel off a guy before he passes out from blood loss."

"Okay then. I've broken almost every rule in the USAF handbook." Step.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

"USAF. Hmmmm....whatever that is," Anya thinks to herself.

She ponders his comment, then decides it's good. A rule breaker. She can respect that in a person.

Now, if only she could think of something equally exciting.

"I once tried to order a beer in a bar but got was denied because I didn't have my i.d. even though I'm 1,120 friggen-years-old," she blurs out and steps towards Jack.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Hm. Another not-teen-year-old.

"You should stop by the Love Shack suit, we've got all kinda of alcohol at cheep prices. And we don't even card."

Jack probably shouldn't cross that line and say anything stupid, but then again he's always been fond of tightrope walking.

"Some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love."

"I once gave a jar-head a lap-dance because Kawalsky dared me to."

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

ooc: dies

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Thank you, thank you very much.]

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Tries to figure out how to one-up Jack's latest confession, but realizes that "I slept with Spike at a magic store and it's all on tape" probably isn't a good introduction for someone running for office.

Thinks of something safe, "I knew Angel before he was all evil."

*Takes a step and noticed she and Jack are getting pretty close to reaching each other. Realizes she doesn't mind.*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"We have an evil angel here? Does it have wings?"

"I sell candid porn of my friends with their semi-knowledge."

"I once pissed on a statue and was punished with dancing."</> Jack takes a step forward and is face to face with the shorter woman. "Hi." (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/17900.html?thread=688876#t688876)

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Looks up at Jack and reflects on his last statement.

I once tried to sell my children for more money while playing the game of Life.

"I once lost my memory and thought I was married to some stuffy old British guy," she says.

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Then asks him, "Really, dancing is a punishment to you?"

Boy what I could have done to you back in the day.....