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fandomhigh2013-02-08 08:16 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2013-02-08 08:16 am
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Fandom Invasions: A Survival Guide- Friday, Period One
"Communication," Jono announced as he walked into the classroom today. "I'm doing it right now. Lord knows some of you do it during my lectures when you roll your eyes while I'm speaking. It's that little touchstone that lets us all get across everything from 'I'm hungry,' to 'there's a giant scorpion around that corner, you might not want to go that way.' And, during a crisis situation, it doesn't become any less pivotal. The trouble is... for all that people are excellent communicators, sometimes our messages get a little mixed up in the giving, particularly if they need to travel between several people before finally making their way to their final destination."
He gave a little grin, picking up his cup of coffee.
"Have any of you played the game 'telephone?' One person starts with a message, and they whisper it into the ear of the person beside them. The message travels this way all the way around a circle until the last person shares what message they actually received. It is very rarely the same message that the game started with. Today, we're going to do a take on that. I'm going to get people to stand out into the hallway, and then I'm going to give one person who stays in here a message. That person will relay that message to the next person to come into the room, but they have to find some way to do it that isn't just blatantly speaking it to them. They can pick up a phone and give this person a phone call. They can write it on a piece of paper. They can attempt to pass it on in a single attempt at charades. If they have certain powers, they can just telepathically share what they think the message is. The sky is really the limit, here, just so long as you're not looking that person in the eye and saying, 'The message is...'"
He gestured with the coffee to the door.
"Once the message is passed along, the person who shared it will leave the room, send someone else in, and it'll be up to the person who entered the room before them to pass on the message, next. Let's see by the end of the class just how garbled your messages can get. And then if any of you did last week's 'get across the island' homework, feel free to tell me what you chose to do."
[Open!]
He gave a little grin, picking up his cup of coffee.
"Have any of you played the game 'telephone?' One person starts with a message, and they whisper it into the ear of the person beside them. The message travels this way all the way around a circle until the last person shares what message they actually received. It is very rarely the same message that the game started with. Today, we're going to do a take on that. I'm going to get people to stand out into the hallway, and then I'm going to give one person who stays in here a message. That person will relay that message to the next person to come into the room, but they have to find some way to do it that isn't just blatantly speaking it to them. They can pick up a phone and give this person a phone call. They can write it on a piece of paper. They can attempt to pass it on in a single attempt at charades. If they have certain powers, they can just telepathically share what they think the message is. The sky is really the limit, here, just so long as you're not looking that person in the eye and saying, 'The message is...'"
He gestured with the coffee to the door.
"Once the message is passed along, the person who shared it will leave the room, send someone else in, and it'll be up to the person who entered the room before them to pass on the message, next. Let's see by the end of the class just how garbled your messages can get. And then if any of you did last week's 'get across the island' homework, feel free to tell me what you chose to do."
[Open!]
Re: Play Telephone!
She was a decent enough artist, though her stylistic flourishes might leave a little something to be desired.
Re: Play Telephone!
"The gremlins eat people at twelve," she said. That was an easy enough to pass along, she figured, even through charades.
She waited for the next student, and when they came in, she held up three fingers and for a beat, then held up her first finger. She put one arm straight up, and the other out to her right. That hand dropped to where it was pointing directly down, and then awkwardly crossed over her chest to point straight to the left. Then it joined the other pointing up to the ceiling while Sholeh intoned, "Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong."
With the twelfth and final bong, she dropped her hands, shaking them a little to get the stiffness out, and held up two fingers. A moment later, with hands crooked into claws and much gnashing of teeth, she sprang forward to pretend to bite, chew, and swallow. She did this several times before patting her stomach and grinning.
With that done, she held up three fingers, and then pointed at the other student, and then pretending to be a monkey, with much scratching and 'ook ook' noises. She paused, pointed at the other student again, and this time mimed being a complete with silent singing into a microphone, playing air guitar, and hammering on the air drums.
That was all pretty easy to guess, right? Hopefully?