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fandomhigh2010-07-06 01:35 pm
superartie) wrote in fandomhigh2010-07-06 01:35 pm
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Applied Dadaism, Tuesday, Period 2
Artie seemed rather glad to be back out in the field in the preserve for class, today. He was bouncing cheerfully about the clearing as he waited for his fresh batch of students to arrive. Would they be vikings? Would they be pirates? Would they possibly even be . . . ninjas?
Would Artie call them all vikings anyway? Well, yes.
"Welcome, my new little vikings!" See? We told you. "I am Artie! The strongest man . . ." There was bouncing and a little bit of flailing then, as he shifted position from foot to foot and waved his arms in the air before settling into a heroic pose. ". . . In the world!" He stood up very straight. "And this is Applied Dadaism, the class where each of you will challenge your premisconceptives about proper behavior by challenging the rules of game play and so-called 'polite' society --" Yeah, he actually did air quotes on that, face screwing up sideways like he was a cartoon character. "-- and most importantly, you will have fun!"
Possibly whether you liked it or not. Artie was giving the students all the fish eye, as though looking for another Squall.
"If you're not here for Applied Dadaism . . . we're glad to have you here, anyway!"
He hopped a circle around the students then, looking jovially to the sky. "Here we will play games. We will ask questions. We will make other people ask questions, and perhaps even question why they're asking questions! This is your class! You will get from it what you like!"
He stopped in front of the students again, striking yet another pose. "But first! We must get to know each other. Tell us your name -- or nickname, or favorite type of gum, or anything you want us to call you -- and give us an interesting, ridiculous, absurd, and perhaps entirely untrue fact about yourself. For instance! The greatest foe I have ever done battle with was a bowling ball named . . . ROLLING THUNDER."
Once introductions were dispensed with, Artie stood proud in front of the students, his hands on his hips. "Let's play rock, paper, scissors. But remember, you need not play only rock, paper, or scissors. You can play whatever you think of! What beats what your partner throws? How do you make it with your hands? Have fun!"
[ooc: OCDcoming is up. Woo!]
Would Artie call them all vikings anyway? Well, yes.
"Welcome, my new little vikings!" See? We told you. "I am Artie! The strongest man . . ." There was bouncing and a little bit of flailing then, as he shifted position from foot to foot and waved his arms in the air before settling into a heroic pose. ". . . In the world!" He stood up very straight. "And this is Applied Dadaism, the class where each of you will challenge your premisconceptives about proper behavior by challenging the rules of game play and so-called 'polite' society --" Yeah, he actually did air quotes on that, face screwing up sideways like he was a cartoon character. "-- and most importantly, you will have fun!"
Possibly whether you liked it or not. Artie was giving the students all the fish eye, as though looking for another Squall.
"If you're not here for Applied Dadaism . . . we're glad to have you here, anyway!"
He hopped a circle around the students then, looking jovially to the sky. "Here we will play games. We will ask questions. We will make other people ask questions, and perhaps even question why they're asking questions! This is your class! You will get from it what you like!"
He stopped in front of the students again, striking yet another pose. "But first! We must get to know each other. Tell us your name -- or nickname, or favorite type of gum, or anything you want us to call you -- and give us an interesting, ridiculous, absurd, and perhaps entirely untrue fact about yourself. For instance! The greatest foe I have ever done battle with was a bowling ball named . . . ROLLING THUNDER."
Once introductions were dispensed with, Artie stood proud in front of the students, his hands on his hips. "Let's play rock, paper, scissors. But remember, you need not play only rock, paper, or scissors. You can play whatever you think of! What beats what your partner throws? How do you make it with your hands? Have fun!"
[ooc: OCD
Re: Introductions!
Real ones! Big ones! Very, very mean ones.
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He might be hoping for an answer like, say, "bananas".
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Alas, no bananas. Though that would have been pretty awesome!
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"I'm a viking?" His little sister would so not care to learn that one. Not if it made her a viking by association. He just wouldn't pass on the news. "You know, you'd have to have a really, really big glass of lemonade to be able to fit a piece of that particular ice in."
Now he kind of wanted to see that, actually.
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