"Yes, And:" Improv Theatre and You, Wednesday, Period One

[furnaceface]

Jono was in an impressively good mood this week, having made it through the weekend more or less unscathed. He could live with being a slightly more obnoxious version of himself with significantly less trauma than he carried around with him these days. He'd been there and done that, after all. Fed some ducks. Fed some cats.

It was basically a normal weekend, but with more wrapping his face and less actually opening the Groovy Tunes.

//Morning, class,// he greeted, once it looked like everyone had filed into the Danger Shop. //This week, we're going to play a game called Ding. You'll pair off, start playing a scene, and whenever I ring this bell,// he picked up a cowbell and gave it a clang by way of demonstration, //whatever you just did in that scene? Do something different. Say you walk into the scene and say that it's a lovely day. I ring the bell. Say something else. Announce that you're looking forward to a party, or point into the distance and shout about a tornado. Carry on the scene with your edit, ignoring whatever was discarded when the bell rang. Every ring of the bell means you'll have to come up with something new off the top of your head. Please, try not to get too frustrated if you find that you have to backtrack often.//

He didn't want to have things get thrown at him, after all.

//Just to give you all a starting point, pick a nursery rhyme or a fairy tale that you're fond of, and play off that. Red Riding Hood going through the woods to bring her gran some treats-// he rang the bell, //that is, to set up the football game for her on pay per view. If you're telling even remotely the same story when you're done than you were when you started, I clearly didn't ring the bell enough.//

Clearly.

Debate, Wednesday, September 14, 2016

[imafuturist]

Steve, posture ramrod straight, was at the front of the class again today, pretending the weekend never happened.

Because he'd been an adorable, tiny ball of rage. And Tony had pictures and all the practice at refusing to feel shame in public situations. It should totally go on his resume. If he wrote one. "Good morning again, class. Hopefully this past weekend was much less exciting for all of you."

"And if you were drinking underage at Tony's party, we won't remember it this one time," Steve added.

Tony was trying so hard not to laugh as he looked at the class and nodded in agreement. "If you drank the beer, I think it was punishment enough," he muttered before clearing his throat like nothing happened. "Alright, so today we'll be debating an issue that has become more commonly discussed in recent years: vaccinations."

Ugh, Bud Lite with Lime.

Steve sighed. "There shouldn't even be two sides on this," he complained.

Guess who lost the toss, kids?

Tony grinned because he got to watch Steve try to pitch for the anti-vaxxers. Today was the best day ever. "Be that as it may, it is the subject of the day. Sorry, Steve." He wasn't sorry at all. "Check out the research on both sides of the debate once you've been given a side."

Watch one teacher's head explode...

"And we'll civilly discuss everyone's God given right to choose to die of preventable diseases because America," Steve deadpanned.

Yeah, just excuse your other teacher for having to duck behind Steve to crack up. This was clearly going to be a fun class today.

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Wednesday, Period III / Week 3

[atreideslioness]

After handwavily informing class to dress in clothing they didn’t mind getting dirty and to meet up in the danger shop, they were greeted by the most awesome of all things:

Paintball. Enough paintball guns of different sizes and shapes for everyone to have two, even.

"Now, we have a couple things to cover, since most people seem to learn how to use firearms from television and not actual instruction," Ghanima said. "Such as there is no such thing as a bottomless magazine - you always need to reload - and it's nearly impossible to walk, let alone run and fire a weapon with any accuracy. Learn poison instead," Ghanima suggested. "...Which is not this class."

Yet. Sadly.

"Holding your gun sideways does nothing but throw off your aim unless you’ve spent all your time practicing it just like that. If you have been practicing that, there are better things you should be spending your time on." Not that Ghanima was biased or anything, except that she was. "And unless you’re not firing real guns or have the right amount of upper body strength to deal with the Mexican stand off that will come from it, don’t use two guns at once. It merely doubles your chances of missing entirely or causing collateral damage."

"Not to mention the sheer number of movies that teach you people how to use firearms fails gun safety forever," she continued. "And you cannot just 'aim to wound' or blast a gun out of someone's hand without injuring them. There's also no such thing as a flesh wound in real life. There's no 'safe' place to shoot a person, not even in a seemingly non-vital extremity like a leg or arm. So don't try it, you'll just feel guilty when you fail."

"So today, you get to have fun and not worry about any of that, or you can try and practice proper firing techniques." With one smooth motion, Ghanima pulled a small paintgun from the sleeve of her tunic and fired a pink, glittery round at a student. "All guns are already loaded, because you should always assume a weapon is loaded. Begin."