Applied Dadaism, Tuesday, period 2

[superartie]

Artie was seated on thin air at a folding card table when the students arrived. Once they all were gathered, he gestured for them to sit down at any of the tables set up (which thankfully, had plenty of chairs and chair-like objects to choose from).

"Welcome back, my little viikings! It is another pipe day for some fun and games!"

Each table held a fairly impressive pile of cards. Artie picked up a handful from his. "Today, we will play poker! But not just any poker, oh no. Any hand can win, as long as you can tell us why. Remember to use your brains! Do you have a four of diamonds? Well, maybe those diamonds are the source of the King's secret weakness! It's up to you!

"Homework!" Artie adopted a very goofy looking stern look, then brightened back up. "Pick one day this week. You will spend that day being silly, in everything you do. Perhaps spend the whole day speaking through a sock puppet. Perhaps challenge a cabbage to a foot race. Make people ask you what you are doing! Make them think you are weird. Don't tell them; just let them wonder! Next week, you will tell us about your day of silliness!"

[ooc: And away we go!]

Comments

Re: Go fish! Or, you know, poker. FISH FOR POKER.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Lay it on him? If he insisted! Since she couldn't at all take the risk of that thumb getting in the way, Ariel reached out to gently take that hand of Peter's in her own wonderfully not-C-shaped hand, grinning as she leaned forward, closing her eyes, to do precisely that.

Re: Go fish! Or, you know, poker. FISH FOR POKER.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was suddenly very acutely aware of what she intended. Which is when he leaned forward in his chair... which very certainly wasn't intended to hold his weight in such a manner. It spat out from under him, ending with Peter hitting the ground, very narrowly managing to not crack his face on the table.

"...ow."