http://satedan-soldier.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2009-09-14 06:42 am
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Physical Films | Period 3 | Class 3

Over the weekend, Ronon had caught a viewing of Dirty Dancing and decided that his students would enjoy a chance to show off their skills or their lack of skills. This led to the Danger Shop taking on the form of a terribly dusky room with a large screen blaring scenes from the movie.

When they'd assembled, Ronon paused the scene. "Today your movie clips are the dance scenes from some movie that declares no one can put Baby in the corner. After you get your uniforms on, I'll assign you to a partner, with one of you dancing as Baby and the other as Johnny. We've got an even number, so no one's lucky enough to be carrying the watermelon." Ronon smiled widely at that image even if it wasn't to be.

"But first, you've gotta learn how to dance. Luckily this movie's a how-to. Pick a scene and recreate it. Enjoy."

When students returned from the dressing rooms, they would be assigned to these partnerships. Baby is in red; Johnny in blue.
Baby & Johnny

Robin & Tim Riggins
Mirax Terrik & Eric Matthews
George Cooper & Chuck Bartowski
Andros & Yakko Warner
Rebakah Cooper & Hannibal King
Gwen Cooper & Jak

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"An' yet ye keep tryin'," he smirked. "Ye must be carin' an awful lot."

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just bored," she corrected as she noted he wasn't a bad dancer.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Must be borin' yerself if tha's all ye can think of t'do," he teased.

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She rolled her eyes at him. "It's not me that's boring me."

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tis th' school?" George asked innocently. "Nothin' t'distract ye?"

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
There was truth there, but she'd not meant to bring it up. "The films was funny," she mused idly.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He raised an eyebrow. "An' tha's it?"

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't Dog work, but she needn't think about it. It wouldn't help. "Are you fishing for compliments now?" she teased.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"At least 'm keepin' ye entertained," he teased back.

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you've not stood on my toes yet," she said thoughtfully. "I'd be almost impressed."

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn' be standin' on yer toes," George said, pretending to be offended. "'M a good dancer!"

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You might be in this class," she mused, glancing around for an instant.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He scowled at her than flung her out in a turn. "Ye do know how t'wound a lad."

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd no idea you cared that much," she threw back. Her hand slid from his shoulder as she easily spun round before she let him lead her back towards him.
Edited 2009-09-15 21:12 (UTC)

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"How could I not when yer a lass from home an' all," he teased back.

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
She tilted her head, considering it. "It's just homesickness?"

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He nodded, understanding that a bit. "Tis a good bit different from home."

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"You mean there's not much the same?" she asked. She understood it too.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's th' lads and lasses," he teased. "An' everyone thinkin' they'll end up in college." He made a face. "Oh, wait, p'raps not."

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not thinking of college?" she teased back.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, aye," George said, rolling his eyes. "Tis a great hope o' mine. Much better than goin' home an' dealin' wit' business there."

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked thoughtful, unconsciously brushing down a crease in his shirt. "Where from in the Lower City are you?"

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me mam lives on Spindle Lane," he said, unsure if the street or neighborhood names had changed since she was there. "Tisn't too far from th' Jane Street Kennel - not tha' I'd be knowin' th' Kennels too well."

Oh, yes, there was a smirk there.
Edited 2009-09-15 22:30 (UTC)

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[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Course you don't," she said in a tone that implied she wasn't buying it. "I know where Spindle Lane is. I grew up in Mutt Piddle Lane." She knew the entire Lower City from her mind.

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[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com 2009-09-15 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
George's smirk grew. "Believe what ye like." He nodded, familiar with his city too. "Grew up there? What about now?"