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fandomhigh2012-01-10 11:15 am
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Polar Opposites, Tuesday
"So welcome back to our class... class," Alistair began, smiling for all it was worth. "We thought we'd get you a bit warmed up and explain the rules of proper debate before we really get into it."
"Calling someone an idiot or a moron, for all that it may be accurate, is not considered the ideal of a debate," Morrigan informed them. "So be creative and eloquent in your insults to their mental capacity."
"Orrrrr, you could just avoid insults whatsoever," Alistair said. He was making an excellent case for nonverbal insults with the look he was giving Morrigan. "This is about convincing the other party to come around to your point, not making your head feel bigger."
"We managed to make a list," Morrigan continued, ignoring the Look as she untied a string from a large stack of hand-written papers and began passing them around. "These guidelines are ones that may be helpful for you."
...Someone needed to teach them about the photocopier.
"So, we'll divide the class up in people who are for whatever the topic is, and those who are against. So you can sit on the end of the room that corresponds to your needs," Alistair said cheerfully. "Every one on every side gets a minute to pose their argument, and then someone can reply... to that... I think that's how it works..."
"And today's topic is..." Morrigan reached into a little stone bowl and pulled out a piece of folded paper. "....pants verses my wardrobe?"
"I," Alistair declare, "Am firmly in the corner for pants." He stepped towards the left side of the class without missing a beat.
[OOC: OCD!]
"Calling someone an idiot or a moron, for all that it may be accurate, is not considered the ideal of a debate," Morrigan informed them. "So be creative and eloquent in your insults to their mental capacity."
"Orrrrr, you could just avoid insults whatsoever," Alistair said. He was making an excellent case for nonverbal insults with the look he was giving Morrigan. "This is about convincing the other party to come around to your point, not making your head feel bigger."
"We managed to make a list," Morrigan continued, ignoring the Look as she untied a string from a large stack of hand-written papers and began passing them around. "These guidelines are ones that may be helpful for you."
...Someone needed to teach them about the photocopier.
"So, we'll divide the class up in people who are for whatever the topic is, and those who are against. So you can sit on the end of the room that corresponds to your needs," Alistair said cheerfully. "Every one on every side gets a minute to pose their argument, and then someone can reply... to that... I think that's how it works..."
"And today's topic is..." Morrigan reached into a little stone bowl and pulled out a piece of folded paper. "....pants verses my wardrobe?"
"I," Alistair declare, "Am firmly in the corner for pants." He stepped towards the left side of the class without missing a beat.
[OOC: OCD!]
The Debate: For Skirts! And Leather! And Low-cut Tops!
Re: The Debate: For Skirts! And Leather! And Low-cut Tops!
"Without the weight of armored pants, I move much faster and much more silently than any Warden or Templar," she continued. "In my skirt and boots, I can feel the wind and the forest against my skin, as well as the Fade which surrounds us. For a practitioner of magic, such as myself, this is vital, for playing with forces you do not understand is dangerous, and you cannot know the elements or the Fade without touching it, living it, and letting yourself breathe it in."
She reached down and touched one strap of her skirt. "As well, should one part of my wardrobe falter, it is easy enough to craft a new piece and slot it in. I need not worry about extensive care and maintenance, which would take up my time, nor need to fret about finding proper materials for armored pants. I need no smith to make my garment for me, nor some village seamstress, for all of it I have made myself."
Re: The Debate: For Skirts! And Leather! And Low-cut Tops!
"I don't fight any more, but I used to," Gabrielle -- standing up in her little skin-exposing two piece outfit, which was highly impractical for winter let alone a fight -- began. "My tribe is known for being fearsome on the battlefield, and my best friend is still the most formidable warrior our world's ever known, and none of them wear pants."
That was not artistic embellishment, thank you very much. It was just pure outright bias.
"It's been my experience that you really, really can't put enough value on the ability to move freely -- what if you end up getting drenched in water, or mud? Heavy clothing is only going to weigh you down, and that could endanger your life in any number of ways. Not to mention, do you have any idea how disgustingly smelly heavy armor gets after a long day of travel and fighting? Bad enough when you've got some clanky, smelly warlord tackling you to the ground, but ugh, try sleeping next to that at the campfire. I promise, if Xena wore anything like that she'd be traveling by herself." Gabrielle waved both hands demonstratively in front of her face to emphasize the point.
"Besides, there's absolutely nothing wrong with showing off what you've got if you're attractive," she went on with a pointed look at Alistair. So Xena sustained sword slashes on that exposed shoulder and thigh in the same place every time. It didn't seem to bother her that much, so why should Gabrielle be overly concerned?
. . . not that Gabrielle was looking or anything. Honestly.
"If you're comfortable, and you feel good in what you're wearing, I don't see the harm in it."