How to Be a Really Famous Actor (And Other Acting Tips), Friday, Period 1

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"You know what the cheapest way to get a laugh is besides farting?" Lucas asked the assembled room. "Be ugly. If you're ugly, any funny thing you say becomes twice as funny. And if you completely bomb, people will still laugh. But they're laughing at you, not with you. And you deserve it."

"'But Mister Lee,' you say, 'I'm really attractive! How can I ugly myself up for laughs?'" Lucas said, lowering his pitch just a little for an impression of all teenagers. "First off, get over yourself. You're not that good looking. If you were, you'd already have a TV show at least. Second, wear prosthetics. Whether it's fake buck teeth, a weird mole thing, or just a fat suit, wearing some kind of weird latex thing will make you even funnier!"

"There's only one trick to it. It only works for five minutes, ten minutes, max. When people try to play eight roles in a movie with different makeup tricks, it'll get a few laughs out of you and then nothing else ever. So don't even try it. Leave that kind of thing to the hacks."

"And in case you don't believe me, I had someone take a few Eddie Murphy movies and take away all the parts where he isn't wearing some kind of stupid fat suit or prosthetic or something. And you're going to watch that while I look over some scripts. At the end of the hour, we'll see if you think any of that is funny again."

Well, it wasn't anything being thrown, but it was definitely evil.

Student Council | Friday Lunchtime

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"Welcome back, teens, troublemakers, and el presidente!" Barney greeted his council with pizza, soda, and his well-polished loafers on the boardroom table. "Now that clubs have resumed, it's time for you to get up off your asses and make some decisions. We're a few weeks away from that floral nightmare known as Valentine's Day and will be having our annual Desperation Day Dance, since the real holiday isn't until Monday. Make sense? Yeah, I don't get it either. So, we need a theme and people to decorate. I suggest 'A Very Fandom Burlesque!'"

Ready or not, Student Council was in session!

Library [1/28]

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Wesley was reading. Because last week he'd been mocked on the radio for reading that bright purple book about how to talk to girls, today he was ready to not be mocked on the radio. Oh, yes. Today he was reading about giraffes.

Yes, that should be better.

Pop Culture 101 | Friday | Period 2

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Today, John's class was meeting in the computer lab for easy access to the needed media. Sometimes, John really loved technology.

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Investigation Club Meeting, After classes, On the roof of the Trooper Station

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"You all made it without getting arrested. Congratulations," Bruce said. They were standing on the roof of the Trooper Station, after all. Depending on how they got up here, it was possible that they had either committed a crime or annoyed Sam Vimes, which was nearly the same thing. "If you want, you can consider this group to be a think tank intent on looking into some of Fandom's more notable quirks. I also intend to have us do some more mundane investigations including, if the opportunity arises, some crime scene visits courtesy of our club sponsor, Sherlock Holmes. You may know him from class or by reputation. Either way, you know what you're in for if we do get to visit a crime scene."

"Let's keep it relatively light for this week. I have some specific ideas in mind for what I want this group to do before the end of the semester. I want some input into what you might want to do or experience," Bruce said. "Whether that's a specific mystery you want to look into, or just a general focus you want the club to take, speak up."

[OOC: Sorry for lameness. I'm still barely conscious.]

Dealing With Idiots | Friday | Period 4 (Session 4)

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If the man in front of the classroom was looking entirely too pleased with himself, it was only because late last night, he'd come up with a lesson plan so cunning you could put a black wig and slightly overpriced but well-tailored waistcoat on it and the thing could substitute teach for him.

"I had planned to use Baldrick to demonstrate some of the finer points of impermanent but immensely satisfying physical violence as a method of enduring the presence of idiots, then allow you to practice the moves on him yourself." Which would have been a thoroughly unobjectionable class, of course. "Ten points to the student who can spot the one flaw in this plan first." The pause was mostly for effect, and there was no such point system in existence, but it helped in keeping track of who the suck-ups might be. Suck-ups were useful. "Yes, exactly. The necessity for Baldrick to be present."

Straightening his cravat and coughing in the greatest display of false modesty since Joseph tried to convince his brothers that his amazing technicolour dreamcoat was 'just something Dad grabbed out of the Oxfam bin,' Edmund nodded towards the door. "Thankfully, due to a combination of insomnia, quick-wittedness, and one of the most amazing inventions of the previous century, I've discovered a stench-free alternative."

Through the classroom doorway came a television on a roller-cart, pushed by a .... tap-dancing something in a janitor's uniform. You'll pardon Edmund's brief digression into disbelief at the sight, before he finally swung his head around towards the class again. "I speak not of the digital video disc, but of the contents of this particular one: a group of imbeciles beating each other up, so all you have to do is watch."

Fosse pressed play and shuffled his way out the door, turning down the lights as he passed. In the moment before The Buffoons Numbered Neither One Nor Two And Four Is Right Out began their antics, Edmund stared after him, muttering, "And the amazing thing is it still smelled better than Baldrick."

[OOC: if it looks like a movie day, and it walks like a movie day, then it probably smells like a movie day. Brought to you by icktacularness and the soothing properties of hydrocodone.]

Apathy Club, Why Are All Of You Here, This Is The Dumbest Club Ever, I Hate You All, Friday

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George was going to wait until everyone was there, and then give it another five or ten minutes for good measure. Just in case maybe someone else wanted to fucking talk for once.

"Fine," she said. "Great. It's Apathy Club. I started it last fucking semester by accident, trying to get detention, and somehow instead I had to run a stupid fucking Apathy Club. Who knows how it got carried over, but here we are. So, welcome to fucking Apathy Club."

Okay, technically, she'd resubmitted the forms, but not even a gun to her head would get her to admit that one.

"Those of you who were here before, you have no excuse, and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you for coming back. Those of you weren't, you still signed up for something called fucking Apathy Club, so I don't know what's wrong with you, either. There aren't fucking activities. We don't go on exciting trips here. Whatever the fuck you think you're getting into, it's way lamer than that, and it's your own damn fault for signing up."

She waved a hand. "I dunno. If you want to be fucking lame and introduce yourself, go ahead. I'm George, that's my introduction, and I don't give a fuck who you are."

She slumped back in her chair. "I hate this fucking club."

It was just like old times!