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Applied Dadaism, Wednesday, Period 2

Artie was in the clearing when class was scheduled to begin this time, thankfully. He was in fine form today, too, bouncing around even more manically than before. "Today!" he crowed, "we play the classic game of freeze tag!" He beamed at the students, apparently not the least bit bothered by the fact that he hadn't added anything even remotely odd to the equation, just yet. "That means if someone who is it tags you, you have to freeze until tagged by someone who is not it. No moving! If you move while frozen, your limbs might break off!"

Really, and people let this guy around children.

"You!" He pointed to one of the students. "You're it! And you! And you and you and you. The rest of you are not it. Go forth, vikings! And pirates! Tag!"

[ooc: run amuck, vikings! And pirates!]

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Alternating It and Not It, if you would.

Jonas, It.

Robin. Not it.

Squall Leonhart, It.

Dandelion Naizen - Not it.

It people, try to tag Not It people. Or It people. Or yourself. Not It people, untag frozen people! Or yourself.

Really, this class is all about loosely structured anarchy.

So, Jonas was apparently something called It which meant he had to find those were Not It and tag them. It wasn't a complicated game, thankfully. Jonas just had to observe, find and tag.

Easier said than done.

Robin stood ready to make good his escape from those who were it.

Squall leaned against a tree and glared at people, daring any of the "not it" group to come close enough for him to tag.

If you can figure out if they're It or Not It.

Hayley was definitely Not It.

She didn't think so, at least.

He's neither It nor Not It. Or possibly he's both, concurrently.

He's also possibly hiding in a box. You can never tell with this guy.

Just to cover all his bases, Squall walked up to Artie's box, shrugged, and tagged it.

Artie reached out of the box to tag back.

Hey, no one had called it.

Squall peered into the box. "I'm it," he explained, in case Artie didn't know.

"And the box is frozen," Artie said.

What? He'd tagged the box.

Squall sighed and facepalmed.

And didn't say anything.

(Once again, he's proven himself to be completely nuts.)

Yes. Yes he was.

Artie stayed in his frozen box.

I'm giving blood in an hour. No guarantees of usefulness after that.

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Applied Dadaism, Wednesday, Period 2

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Talk to the TAs

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Talk to Artie

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OOC