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fandomhigh2014-07-29 01:18 am
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2014-07-29 01:18 am
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Arts & Crafts with Friends, Tuesday
There were aprons at the front of the class today, most likely repurposed from the baking class they'd taught in the spring. Pinkie was sure Derek had missed all his very special aprons! (He had not.)
There were also things that looked like record players scattered around on the the desks and piles of clay to grab from. So, you could probably guess what today's class was about. No, it wasn't about reconnecting to your recently murdered lover with some sensual art making. God. Why are you so gross? Do that on your own time.
"Today we're going to make pots!" Pinkie said. She was, somehow, already covered in little flecks of clay. And glitter. There wasn't even any glitter in this part of pot-making. She had a special talent.
A terrifying, terrifying talent.
Derek was also covered in flecks of clay and glitter, but looked pretty sullen about it. So, you could take a guess how that happened. "One wheel a person. No Ghosting."
Buzz kill.
Look, even Pinkie had finally agreed that the pottery cannon wasn't a good idea. Get over it.
"I don't know what 'ghosting' is," Pinkie said, "but I will punish you severely for doing it!"
By which she meant put a rubber chicken on your head and make you sit in the corner.
As you do.
Derek raised his eyebrows at the class like he was trying to let them know that Pinkie was capable of anything. Anything. Just look at how she managed to con him into teaching with her so much! "Pick an apron. Ignore what they say."
Because they were all apparently purchased on discount from the 'Bad Innuendo Warehouse'. They were on sale. At the outlet. So they were possibly even improperly spelled.
Have fun, kids.
There were also things that looked like record players scattered around on the the desks and piles of clay to grab from. So, you could probably guess what today's class was about. No, it wasn't about reconnecting to your recently murdered lover with some sensual art making. God. Why are you so gross? Do that on your own time.
"Today we're going to make pots!" Pinkie said. She was, somehow, already covered in little flecks of clay. And glitter. There wasn't even any glitter in this part of pot-making. She had a special talent.
A terrifying, terrifying talent.
Derek was also covered in flecks of clay and glitter, but looked pretty sullen about it. So, you could take a guess how that happened. "One wheel a person. No Ghosting."
Buzz kill.
Look, even Pinkie had finally agreed that the pottery cannon wasn't a good idea. Get over it.
"I don't know what 'ghosting' is," Pinkie said, "but I will punish you severely for doing it!"
By which she meant put a rubber chicken on your head and make you sit in the corner.
As you do.
Derek raised his eyebrows at the class like he was trying to let them know that Pinkie was capable of anything. Anything. Just look at how she managed to con him into teaching with her so much! "Pick an apron. Ignore what they say."
Because they were all apparently purchased on discount from the 'Bad Innuendo Warehouse'. They were on sale. At the outlet. So they were possibly even improperly spelled.
Have fun, kids.