Choose Your Own Adventure, Thursday afternoon

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Again, an email was sent. And a note left on the classroom door, if you missed that. In which case, you had to go back to the First Floor Lobby, and the TV Room.

"Today is Rainy Day Make Your Own Fun Class." Kenzi was watching telenovelas, while considering Mario Kart. "Do you know how to do this? Some of you may be a little uptight." And you probably knew who you were. "So settle in, pick out a game, eat some of the popcorn," provided in a handy huge bowl, "and decide if there are any consequences to walking out of this class."

Comments

Re: Play a game

[myownface]

Guys. Guys no. There was a karaoke machine in the rec room, and if nobody stopped him, Sparkle was going to spend the rest of today's class just belting out old show tunes, to hell with what anyone thought.

Because karaoke.

"Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break! And all that jazz!"

And because Sparkle.

Re: Play a game

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"Show her where to park her girdle -
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle!"

Last time Kenzi was in here wailing away it was with Sam during one of those Sing Your Feelings weeks. This was a lot more fun, even if she had to use pens as drumsticks.