Food Appreciation, Period 3, Class #10

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

The students had been told to meet up in the Danger Shop for today's class. Hopefully everybody had worn their old clothes because today was gonna get messy. The Danger Shop had been made to look like a cafeteria with plenty of places to dodge, dip, duck, dive and...dodge. There were two long tables on each side of the room with plenty of ammo for a good food fight: Jello, mashed potatoes, soggy cafeteria vegetables, pies, pudding, cake, sloppy joes...all sorts of stuff.

They were totally having a food fight today.



Marshall wasn't alone at the front of the class today. No, there was also a very pissy looking Chuck Bass standing beside him. Marshall had his hand on Chuck's shoulder like he was afraid the kid was gonna run away or something. And, dear god, someone grab a camera because Chuck was wearing flannel and jeans.

"Glad you guys could make it! We are here today because I figured we could switch things up a bit. Food can be appreciated in so many ways. Taste, sight, smell...it's ability to be thrown at long distances," Marshall grinned widely. "That's right, today we're having a food fight. Hope you wore old clothes."

Chuck glared up at Marshall. Everything about today sucked.

"We have an odd number in the class and a friend told me that Mr. Bass would absolutely love to join in on the fun," Marshall said, leaning his arm on Chuck's shoulder. Short people were useful like that.

"Ms. Scherbatsky put you up to this, didn't she?" Chuck asked.

"Ah, I'm not going to reveal my source of just who suggested you for the job," he said. "...but, yeah, it was Robin. Look, I let you pick the teams. That was nice of me, right?"

Chuck rolled his eyes.

Marshall frowned. He didn't like it when people didn't like him. "Anyway. Mr. Bass has divided you all into teams and everybody will have to wear a jersey in the color of the team that has been chosen for you. I always think it's more fun that way."

"Oh, and as a warning? If this turns into a real fight between any of you it's gonna be detention or a visit to the principals office or something. Something bad. Not only that, I'll sadface at you," Marshall said. He pouted and pointed at his face. "Nobody wants that."

Marshall clapped a hand on Chuck's shoulder and pushed him towards the rest of the class. "Okay, everybody get their jerseys on and get to opposite sides of the cafeteria. Congregate with your team, make a game plan if you want to. When I blow the whistle, unleash hell! And by hell I mean food!"





Blue Team

Chuck Bass
Sam Winchester
Kaylee Frye
Alex Russo
Priestly
Amber Atkins
Francine Peters
Hoshi Sato
Molly Carpenter
Peyton Sawyer
Summer Roberts
Eve Levine

Yellow Team

Dean Winchester
Blysse Norwood
Andros
Cindy Mackenzie
Claudia Kishi
Harry Dredsen
Hurley Reyes
Jen Scotts
Ned
Marco Conrad
Momoko Akatsutsumi
Viki

Comments

Your Teams!

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Plan a strategy if you want. I don't know what kind of strategy you could have during a food fight but whatevs.

Blue Team

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, Chuck mostly picked you because he liked your names (save for you, Sam).

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck's strategy would be to hide and let everybody else do the work.

He thought it was going to be extremely effective.

Re: Blue Team

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, someone's not too into this, are they?" Eve called to Chuck when she noticed the aforementioned hiding. "Or is it saving your own ass and to hell with everybody else?"

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"A bit of both, actually," Chuck said with a smug smile.

Re: Blue Team

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry, Chuck," Amber said, taking note of his demeanor. "I've got your back. I'm pretty good at these sorts of things." She had no idea, but she was willing and that had to count for something.

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good," Chuck said. "Because I'm not planning on doing anything."

Hey, he showed up against his will. Didn't mean he had to actually do anything.

Re: Blue Team

[thatsamilkshake]

"You do know that just because I was a messy little kid doesn't mean I'm gonna be any good in a food fight, right?" Francine asked. Even though it might, actually, since she didn't really mind getting spattered even now.

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Just make yourself and human shield and prevent me from getting dirty," Chuck said. "That'd help out a lot."

Re: Blue Team

[likethegun]

"Nice job splitting Dean and I up," Sam said sarcastically. "We're not going to throw things at each other, I hope you get that."

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Again with the predictability, Winchester. Like I care who you throw food at," Chuck said, rolling his eyes. "I put your brother on the other team because he's an asshole and you on my team so I'd have a giant to hide behind."

Re: Blue Team

[lovemykilt]

"Good team choice, man," Priestly said cheerfully. "This is gonna be sweet!"

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smirked. "I'm glad you seem to enjoy it. Channel that into not letting me get hit with anything."

Re: Blue Team

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi smirked when she saw Chuck. "Do we have a plan, other than keeping you from getting dirty?"

Re: Blue Team

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck thought about this for a moment. "Other than that? No, not really. Go nuts. Hit Dean if you can."

Re: Blue Team

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton? Was pretty damn good at food fights.

Re: Blue Team

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex could handle herself in a food fight, no problem. She recalled Gigi's tea party and wondered if it'd end up anything like that. This would probably be more fun.

Re: Blue Team

[absolutesnark]

Summer frowned a bit. "I am so not wearing the right shoes for this."

Yellow Team

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Chuck has nothing against you, really (save for you, Dean).

Re: Yellow Team

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen wasn't pouting about being yellow. Honest. Yellow was a perfectly good color, and she missed Katie.

She'd stowed her laptop very carefully out of flying-food reach by now, but she had index cards.

With color-coded notes.

Re: Yellow Team

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"You have notes for this?" Hurley said.

Re: Yellow Team

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Aim for the eyes," Ned offered. "It'll temporarily blind them and you can throw some more stuff at them while they're trying to see again."

Re: Yellow Team

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Oh, mashed potatoes are good for that," Jen said, waving a notecard. "Or pudding. Tapioca might have a bonus gross-out effect."

Re: Yellow Team

[blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com]

"Drop it on their heads!" Viki said gleefully.

Okay, she had an unfair advantage here, but shhh.

Re: Yellow Team

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I don't care who the rest of you go after, but Bass is mine," Dean declared. Fists, pickaxe, food, there was something about Bass that made Dean want to throw it all at him.