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The Danger Shop was gussied up to look like a camp fire today. There were logs around the fire for everyone to sit on. There were even bags of marshmallows. "Hello!" Between the social seating and how happy he was to see everyone, it probably wasn't going to be a good day for the introverts. "Marshmallows are real, fire is not. It will cook the marshmallows though if that's your sort of thing.

If you take nothing else away from this class, take this: marshmallows are always better warm and gooey. Also, you have no better tools at your disposal than your ability to communicate and a quick mind. Mostly the marshmallow thing though.

Starting with you," he said, pointing at whoever was sitting closest to his left, "you're going to tell us a story about yourself or something you've done. It's going to be compelling and might even convince the King, because there's almost always a King, to spare your life. He wants some entertainment and what you can come up with will determine your fate. Same as always, really. Doesn't have to be real. On you go." He slid onto the dirt, propped his elbow up on the log and settled in for a good yarn.

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Telling a story!

Cara

Princess Ariel

Helen Haras-Uquara

Gabrielle (oh my god that's like half her icons)

Bobby McCallister

Claudia Donovan

Hank Venture

Elphaba Thropp

Shane Gooseman

Leia Organa

Roy Harper

In between peoples' stories, I hope. Talking during them would be a bit rude!

Cara looked terribly happy at this class, really she did.

Ignore the way she was moodily poking at the fire with her stick instead of toasting marshmallows.

Ah, campfires! Ariel missed these, and, though the Doctor said the fire wasn't real (or perhaps because of it), she might have thrown a few extra marshmallows straight into it to see if they would...what's that word? Burn.

And then all the other ones she'd happily eat, oh yes.

Hmm. A story. A story. What to tell?

It wasn't coming up with a story about something she'd done that would be the problem; it would be narrowing them down to just one, which was the cause of Gabrielle's slightly frantic look of fierce concentration as she nibbled on a marshmallow.

Hank, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, beamed at the class proudly.

"Gueff howw ma'y maffma'owff I haff i' my mouff!!!"

Entertain your peers, save your life! Not that there's an actual King around. It's a hypothetical King. A maybe King.

Helen told, and quite well, I must say, the story of how she and Jaimie and the others Walked the Bounds and drove the demons from the worlds. She was very quiet at the end as she told of Jaimie's sacrifice to forever Walk the Bounds to keep the worlds safe.

. . . sit down, class, you might be waiting a while once Gabrielle stepped up to take her turn. Because it wasn't like this was the first time she'd had to talk herself out of certain death. Actually, the number of times she'd had to do that was pretty disturbing.

Of course, when the King was hypothetical, it was a little hard to get a good idea of what sort of story might sway him most effectively, but Gabrielle made her best guess.

"I sing of Gabrielle, the bard of Poteidaia," she began, not so much because she was trying to play herself up as it was just tradition to start her stories this way, "taken captive to become the bride of a dead king through sacrifice in the flames, and of Xena of Amphipolis, the Warrior Princess, who found herself deprived of sight (http://whoosh.org/epguide/blind.html) by unfortunate circumstance. I sing of the friendship and devotion --" yeah, sure that's all it was, Gabrielle -- "that drove Xena to fight her way through countless dangers, defying the odds as she so often does to save her best friend from a fiery end . . ."

One of many possible fiery ends that Xena had saved her from, but she hadn't figured out how to work that into the story effectively.

Either way, she told the entire thing in fine, trademark Gabrielle style.

Claudia's story was epic, and maybe a bit overly filled with "and then"s. And, well, if it maybe resembled the plot of an absurdist teenie-bopper show in which she lived with her brother in a swanky apartment in a big city and had nigh weekly adventures, that certainly couldn't be held against her.

The Doctor had said they didn't have to be true, after all.

"Okay, so this one time?" Hank began, "My whole family and me got kidnapped as a wedding present for our archnemesis, who likes to dress like a butterfly. But he wasn't supposed to kidnap us anymore, so we got to go to the wedding instead, and my dad was the best man! Oh, and David Bowie was there. And then a guy without any arms and legs kidnapped the bride, because he's a jerkface. And he tried to kill David Bowie, but David Bowie escaped by transforming into a pack of cigarettes. And then I was flying around wearing a fake beard and then we helped save the day!"

The sad part? This was all completely true.

Roy told the story of a certain childhood archery contest. One he'd lost, although, to be fair, it had been rigged. He told it pretty well, falling into the traditional rhythm of a Navajo storyteller as he spoke.

As always!

Cara was there, and as mentioned before, absolutely ecstatic.

Bobby was in what was quite possibly the best mood ever.

Quite a few marshmallows were only increasing his energy level, yes.

Thanks, LJ. I really needed to take that long to post basic threads.

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