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

[furnaceface]

//Alright, new game this week,// Jono said, as though there wasn't a new game every week. //This week, we're playing 'What Are You Doing,' which is short and sweet and fairly straightforward. Person one steps in and starts doing something. Doing anything they like, really. Person two steps in and asks the question, "What are you doing?" Then it's the first person's turn to respond with any activity at all, just so long as it isn't actually the thing they're currently acting out. Person two begins to act out exactly that, and will come up with a new activity for person three to do when they come in and ask the same question. They'll do that activity, come up with the next, and so on, until we run out of time or get bored with the whole bloody thing and decide to play tag or something instead.//

... So, hopefully that was straightforward. Jono gave his shoulders a shrug. If it wasn't, well, then this would be a glorious disaster, and there was nothing wrong with that in improv, either.

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Wednesday, Period III / Week 12

[atreideslioness]

"Today," Ghanima said, once everyone had arrived in the Danger Shop, which today was set up to resemble some sort of castle. "We're going to talk about swords and other sharp melee items."

She started to pick up a sword from the table and the Danger Shop-- wavered. Ghanima paused, more than slightly concerned. This was why she didn't like thinking machines. When all that happened was a few chickens popping in to existence to run around, she sighed and picked the sword back up. "Now, the main thing to keep in mind is that the pointy end--"

"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROY JEEEEEEEEENKINS!" a voice yelled, and straight past everyone ran a man in armor, quickly followed by a group in matching tabards. They all ran through the room the class was in and in to the next...which was apparently filled with monsters.

The chickens, being sensible creatures, ran in the opposite direction.

"Or that," Ghanima said dryly after a moment. "That's our lesson today. Don't do that."

Debate, Wednesday, November 23, 2016

[heroic_jawline]

Today's Debate class was being held in the Danger Shop, which had been programmed with an elaborate dining room, enough chairs for everyone, and enough food to feed even Steve. "Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between a debate and an argument," Steve said with a little smile, "and when you have to spend a holiday with family and friends, it's pretty easy to go from one right into the other."

Tony nodded along in agreement. "We know not all if you will be celebrating this particular holiday, but it's something that may come up under other circumstances," he said. "So, we're taking a little idea from online on how to handle when these 'discussions' cross the line."

Steve held up a kazoo. "These are the kazoos of civility," he said, "and you are allowed--indeed, encouraged--to blow them loudly if a conversation starts veering off into an argument." He was seriously considering bringing them to SHIELD meetings, too.

"We have one for all of you." Tony's was carefully painted red and gold because of course it was. "I suggest maybe attempting the Battle Hymn of the Republic until people stop talking?"

Possibly too soon?

At least it wasn't Star-Spangled Man With a Plan? "Or just blowing really loudly if you have no musical ability whatsoever," Steve added.

Class didn't know it, Steve. But Tony did now...

"Same thing when you're playing a kazoo, right?" Tony asked.

"I'm sure there's someone out there that can successfully play a kazoo," Steve said. "I just haven't met them yet."

"They'll end up being a supervillain," Tony muttered, then went back to brightly addressing the class. "Take a kazoo and enjoy the meal, alright?"