Debate, Wednesday, September 28, 2016

[imafuturist]

"Today we're not going to debate," Steve said, looking a little like he'd bitten a lemon.

"We're going to watch a debate," Tony said, clutching his coffee like a lifeline. Never had he missed being able to donate to campaigns than now. "The presidential debate to be exact."

Otherwise known as Dumpster Fire Shitstravaganza 2016.

"Without alcohol," Steve said, looking pointedly at Tony's coffee.

Tony raised his eyebrows like he was completely and utterly offended at the implication there. Also that Steve really thought he could sit through this a second time sober. "Of course. We're in class."

And it wasn't his fault it took something special to get Steve drunk.

Hey, he was lucky Steve hadn't punched the TV Monday night. "We're going to time how long it takes before one of you starts yelling," Steve continued. "Personally, I have 20 bucks that it'll take less than 10 minutes."

"We even found a bingo game for you kids," Tony said, taking another sip of is coffee. Just coffee here.

"So everyone take a card and let's play a rousing game of 'Oh God, One of Them Is Going to Have Nuclear Launch Codes in 6 Weeks,'" Steve said.

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

[furnaceface]

//Okay,// Jono said, once more sitting on the edge of the Danger Shop stage, once more ready to teach the bright young minds of today how to... dick around for five minutes at a time within a loosely-defined set of rules, which he sort of hoped they had experience with when they were little and playing make-believe games, but with this crowd he wasn't going to make any assumptions. //Today's game isn't so much about what comes in the middle, though it is important that it makes sense all the same, as the parts of the skit that bookend it. Today, we're playing First Line, Last Line.//

Which he hoped was fairly straightforward based on the name alone, but again, he'd learned better than to make assumptions with this group. And he wasn't confining himself to just using questions this time around, so he could actually explain it. Joy of joys!

//Each of you will be given a sentence, at random. You'll pair off, and you can pick who gets to start the scene first. Congratulations- your sentence will be the first line of your game. Everything you play out from there will steer you toward the second sentence, the one your partner has been given, which will need to somehow be the last line said. It needs to make sense in context, and the scene leading up to it will also have to incorporate the first line.//

He held up a hat filled with little bits of paper.

//Come get a sentence and pair off. You can compare notes for a minute if you like before you start so that you can both figure out how one line relates to the other, or you might leap in blind, though if you do that then obviously it's the job of the person with the second line to try to steer the game toward its conclusion, and you might want to consider playing through twice, with new lines and the roles reversed. Whichever you prefer is perfectly fine.//

He gave the hat a little shake.

//Now, let's get going.//