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fandomhigh2013-05-17 10:02 am
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Parlour Games, Friday, 5/17
"Welcome to Parlour Games," Jack said, once the class was settled in a standard classroom that had been arranged to look as much like a living room as possible. A couch and some armchairs had been dragged in from some lounge somewhere, and a rug softened the linoleum floor. There was even a side table with a range of hot and cold drinks and small snacks laid upon it.
If the professor was a bit rattled by a few recent voicemails, he was showing absolutely no sign of it as he stood at the front of the group. "My name is Jack Priest. Jack is fine; so is Mr. Priest, or Professor Priest if that's your preference. In this class, we're going to talk about what are called parlour games -- that is, group games played indoors with minimal equipment and absolutely no electronics. I was born in 1881; before I came to Fandom, parlour games were what we did to fill idle evenings when there wasn't anything new to read."
Jack's particular social circle had had a few more interesting hobbies as well, but they were hardly anything to inform a class about.
"We're a fairly small group this time, which is perfect in that it means we can all play together. And for our introductory class, we're playing charades. Normally in charades, each player draws a slip of paper and then has to act out the phrase on the paper. There are some common bits of sign language used, which are on the papers I just passed out. But, as this is our first week, I thought we'd put a twist on it. Each of you, please say your name and then act out one thing about yourself you'd like the class to know. The winner will be whoever guesses the most charades by other students, and your prize is the satisfaction of a job well-done."
He gestured to the first person to his left. "You can start, please."
If the professor was a bit rattled by a few recent voicemails, he was showing absolutely no sign of it as he stood at the front of the group. "My name is Jack Priest. Jack is fine; so is Mr. Priest, or Professor Priest if that's your preference. In this class, we're going to talk about what are called parlour games -- that is, group games played indoors with minimal equipment and absolutely no electronics. I was born in 1881; before I came to Fandom, parlour games were what we did to fill idle evenings when there wasn't anything new to read."
Jack's particular social circle had had a few more interesting hobbies as well, but they were hardly anything to inform a class about.
"We're a fairly small group this time, which is perfect in that it means we can all play together. And for our introductory class, we're playing charades. Normally in charades, each player draws a slip of paper and then has to act out the phrase on the paper. There are some common bits of sign language used, which are on the papers I just passed out. But, as this is our first week, I thought we'd put a twist on it. Each of you, please say your name and then act out one thing about yourself you'd like the class to know. The winner will be whoever guesses the most charades by other students, and your prize is the satisfaction of a job well-done."
He gestured to the first person to his left. "You can start, please."
Re: Play Charades [5/17]
She was pretty good at charades back home, but she was a teeny bit stumped at first at how to act out what she wanted the class to know. She finally settled for starting with gesturing to her circle skirt, complete with crinoline (Parlour Games seemed like it would at least involve a minimal amount of watermelons, so she'd gone ahead with one of her favorite skirts, today). She spun a little to show it off, then pointed at her chest, looked around the room, pointed at a clock and shook her head.
If people didn't get any of that, she could always just start holding up fingers.
Re: Play Charades [5/17]
So was she, judged by the decidedly un-modern nature of her white dress and smart little boots.
Re: Play Charades [5/17]
The skirt was beautiful. Someone who knew fashion history would hopefully be able to date it, though maybe not Rilla.
It was reassuring to know that some folks were from even further back than she was.
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