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Fun with Magic | Friday, First period
Class was back out on the lawn today. In front of them were chairs - one for each student. Eliot hung back, his guitar slung over his shoulder, looking like he sort of mildly regretted being there. He eyed the chairs suspiciously.
The chairs were moving. Not much, but shuffling a bit as if they were restless. Despite this (or be real - because of it), Bob was grinning.
"Right. Today, we're playing musical chairs. Or, well, magical chairs." Bob waved at the chairs. "If you've never played, there's music." Eliot saluted. "When it stops, you have to sit down. Whoever's not in a chair is out. Whoever's left last, wins. It's usually played in a boring circle."
Bob didn't approve of that.
"These chairs have spells on them. First of all, they won't be sitting still, so I hope you all brought running shoes. Secondly, you'd best pick wisely. You see, there are enough chairs for all of you, but when the music stops, one of them will disappear. And one more each successive time."
He let them all think on that for a moment. "Once you're out, you have three options - you can choose to sit and watch the others, if you like. You can also choose to help someone else find whichever chair you think is good. Or whichever one you think isn't. You could also choose to help the chairs escape. It's entirely up to you."
He looked around. "Questions?"
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The chairs were moving. Not much, but shuffling a bit as if they were restless. Despite this (or be real - because of it), Bob was grinning.
"Right. Today, we're playing musical chairs. Or, well, magical chairs." Bob waved at the chairs. "If you've never played, there's music." Eliot saluted. "When it stops, you have to sit down. Whoever's not in a chair is out. Whoever's left last, wins. It's usually played in a boring circle."
Bob didn't approve of that.
"These chairs have spells on them. First of all, they won't be sitting still, so I hope you all brought running shoes. Secondly, you'd best pick wisely. You see, there are enough chairs for all of you, but when the music stops, one of them will disappear. And one more each successive time."
He let them all think on that for a moment. "Once you're out, you have three options - you can choose to sit and watch the others, if you like. You can also choose to help someone else find whichever chair you think is good. Or whichever one you think isn't. You could also choose to help the chairs escape. It's entirely up to you."
He looked around. "Questions?"
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Listen to the lecture, eye the chairs!
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Lottie had mental images of little chair bridles and a wild chair herd roaming the plains. . . .
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Actually, this sort of sounded like fun!
Please don't anybody sit on her.
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There was nothing boring about the chairs. At all.
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Musical chairs!
Order of chair-disappearing:
Dipper Pines
Blue Sargent
Alluka Zoldyck
Lottie Grote
Ada Miller
Elsa of Arendelle
Kaylin Neya
Anders
Have at!
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It was a chair with personality. That was important.
Also, it was the chair that fled from her the fastest.
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When the chair she grabbed vanished out from right underneath her, and her bottom hit the grass quite unceremoniously.
She didn't swear outright, but a few of Barry's favorite words did cross her mind as she pulled herself to her feet, twisting around to look at the new grass stains on her now somewhat sore behind.
That could have been done much more gracefully.
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In the first round.
He sat for a moment and fumed.
He could swear the other magical chairs were mocking him somehow.
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Once Mr. Bob Sir was done talking, Ada had picked out a blue chair as her favorite target, relentless pursuing it since it seemed stable enough. Besides, picking just one target made everything easier, when it came to maneuvering around her classmates.
Right up until Blue vanished with a POP, and Ada landed in a tangle of limbs in the grass, laughing. Not her most graceful moment, no.
Talk to Bob!
Talk to the TA!
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Talk to Eliot!
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He does. . . . But not a lot.
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