fandomhigh | All-Sexuality Support Group, A Classroom, Thursday After Classes [4/1]

Luckily for all of you, Gabrielle had no concept of April Fool's Day, so the arrangement of snacks (including nachos, gummi bears, and doughnuts today) wasn't pranked. Nor were there any trick drink cups that would make you dribble on yourself, whoopee cushions on the chairs, or toy kaleidoscopes that would leave a ring around your eye. (She was on to all of those things, though. Xena liked playing practical jokes on her on her birthday, and thus had totally invented all these things already. Look. Go with it. And never mind that Gabrielle still fell for the jokes every time.)

Unluckily for all of you, Emmett not only had a concept, he thought he was funny.

"Hey, lads and lassies and check here for other! Usually we wouldn't have a movie day so soon after canceling the meeting last week, but I ran across one that you all have to see now." He reached for the remote to the DVD player.

"I'm afraid to ask," Gabrielle declared with a long-suffering, eyes-closed, these-are-my-hands-in-my-lap-so-they're-not-around-your-throat sigh. "No. I take that back. I'm not afraid, I'm horrified, but that won't stop you from showing it to us, so go ahead, Emmett. Share with everybody."

"Right." He pressed play, and on the screen, this man began to lead a group of sweatsuit-wearing people in a frenetic dance to the strains of It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To... "The fun part is this is an audience participation movie! Everybody get up and dance!"

Oh, you were all in trouble now. Have you ever seen Gabrielle dance? Clear the space. Stat. So she can . . . try to hit Emmett, actually. "THAT HAIR. WHAT IS THAT?!?"

"His, or the girl in the electric-blue leotard?" It was 1988. Her hair was.... currently only sported by people on Jersey Shore.

Also that would be Emmett kind of running, kind of dancing away. Followed by a short, sputtering bard.

Have fun, kids.

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The snacks would like to apologize on behalf of your poor addled club leaders, and extend that apology in the form of being perfectly amenable to you nomming on them.

. . . the snacks. Not your club leaders.

Leto picked up a donut, wondering what to expect today. Like Gabrielle, he wasn't aware of the concept of April Fool's day.

We're so sorry, kids. Really. So, so sorry.

But if you really want to sweat to the oldies, well . . . we don't judge here.

That... was quite disturbing. Leto wasn't going to judge the cultural expressions of this time, but he was certainly not going to dance.

... seriously?

This time horrified Jack. He watched with terrified fascination. It might be speculated that he thought Simmons would attack.

When they ping in, as they do.

And yes, Gabrielle was here -- looking a bit traumatized. Some parts of being in the far future, as she'd just discovered, were infinitely more horrifying than others.

And were making her seriously reconsider her talk-first, fight-as-a-last-resort stance, at least where Emmett was concerned.

Emmett was ~~fleeing for several hours~~ a better dancer than most of the people in the video -- though not better than Richard Simmons. Which ought to tell you something about Richard if your gaydar was for some reason so busticated that, say, Emmett looked like a ladies' man.

Dancing and dodging Gabrielle was challenging, but fun. And hey, calorie-burning!

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Don't blame him for this, though!

Mitchell was there.

He felt like he could really use a drink right now.

And Kate came around at the end of the meeting. Sparkling a little bit. Mostly around her hands.

... Knocking a containerful of glitter in a drawer could come back to haunt you months and months later, apparently. Around the time you worked on a birthday present for your fake big sister.

"How exactly did you get roped into this?"

"Kate!" Mitchell greeted, sounding fairly naturally upbeat to his standards.

"Glad your sparkling wit is with us," he added, grinning. "As for your question... They asked."

"Wow," Kate said, raising her eyebrows and flicking some glitter off the back of her hand, "you're easy."

Mitchell shrugged, still smiling. "Eh," he said, "Anything to help these kids figure out what's going on with themselves. Repression is very 1920s."

"Hmm." Kate glanced away, pursed her lips in thought. "Can't believe they still don't have one of these at my old school."

"You're from the regular US," Mitchell pointed out, "I think you're still about... what? Fifty years behind?" He scanned across the room with his eyes. "Think you can handle Bristol?"

"I'm from Kansas. I think it might be some kind of a miracle Butterworth Senior High even has kids to sit at the gayble in the cafeteria," Kate snorted. "But I'm very progressive, and I can handle anything."

"We'll see about that," he said, with a toss of his head. "I've got a portal waiting; it'll be Friday morning by the time we get there. Annie's letting you stay in her room if you'd like."

"That's pretty awesome of her," she noted and yeah, she'd pretty much decided she liked Annie already. That didn't happen often.

"... And you wouldn't actually let me walk into anything I couldn't handle, would you?"

"And now you've ruined my plans of leaving you to fend for yourself outside a brothel."

Kate couldn't quite decide whether to act indignant or amused, at that.

"Hey! I could totally fend for myself outside a brothel, thank you very much."

Mitchell chuckled, shook his head, and disregarded most of that comment. "I'm not going to let you walk into anything you can't handle," he said, quoting her word for word.

"Well, good," she replied, with just a touch of huffing. "Because that would suck, and seriously defeat the point of getting away from Fandom."

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. XD MP's AFK for most of the afternoon, back in the evening, so . . . light day, yeah. The movie is all

hazlehurstmiss's fault. There is no one to blame for this OCD but me.

I am also not above shamelessly shilling for club activity suggestions if anyone has 'em -- there are a lot of GSA activities listed online, but making most of them work for RP is hard.

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