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fandomhigh2015-10-27 12:41 am
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Competitive Teambuilding, Tuesday, period 1
The class met up in the Danger Shop, in what looked like the front parlor of a swanky mansion. A swanky mansion that didn't like sunlight and hadn't been properly cleaned in a long time. There were portraits on the walls of glowering old-timey nobles -- who looked suspiciously like the teachers.
Eliot was glaring at the one that looked like him. The portrait was glaring back.
Hey, the teachers and friends. The portrait of Old Nate hung in a place of honor over the fireplace.
"Hey y'all," Hardison said, looking for more excited about class than his glowering co-teacher. "It's almost Halloween! So today you'll be putting some teamwork in to be appropriately spooooky." Yes, that was said with finger waggles to accompany the long drawn-out 'oooo.' Look, Hardison loved Halloween and didn't care what anyone else had to say about it.
Honestly, Eliot was just glad Hardison hadn't said "spoopy".
“You’re building the house! You each get a room,” Parker said, swinging a crowbar with a certain level of abandon. “It’s going to need a theme, and you’ll have to man it, or at least monitor it, so it needs to be something three to four people can manage. After that, it’s whatever scares the crap out of you. Just not literally.”
"You're gonna be judged the same way the dance challenge was, by . . . computer . . . people." Eliot wasn't really clear on how the Danger Shop worked. "Simulations. In this case, trick or treaters." He pointed towards the door, where a group of short witches and ghosts stood, comparing candy stashes. "Scariest haunted room wins."
"Remember, no throwin' the crowbar, it makes Eliot grumpy," Hardison whispered in an undertone. Then, more loudly, "Any questions? If not...let's get spoopy up in here!"
Just for you, Eliot.
Eliot was glaring at the one that looked like him. The portrait was glaring back.
Hey, the teachers and friends. The portrait of Old Nate hung in a place of honor over the fireplace.
"Hey y'all," Hardison said, looking for more excited about class than his glowering co-teacher. "It's almost Halloween! So today you'll be putting some teamwork in to be appropriately spooooky." Yes, that was said with finger waggles to accompany the long drawn-out 'oooo.' Look, Hardison loved Halloween and didn't care what anyone else had to say about it.
Honestly, Eliot was just glad Hardison hadn't said "spoopy".
“You’re building the house! You each get a room,” Parker said, swinging a crowbar with a certain level of abandon. “It’s going to need a theme, and you’ll have to man it, or at least monitor it, so it needs to be something three to four people can manage. After that, it’s whatever scares the crap out of you. Just not literally.”
"You're gonna be judged the same way the dance challenge was, by . . . computer . . . people." Eliot wasn't really clear on how the Danger Shop worked. "Simulations. In this case, trick or treaters." He pointed towards the door, where a group of short witches and ghosts stood, comparing candy stashes. "Scariest haunted room wins."
"Remember, no throwin' the crowbar, it makes Eliot grumpy," Hardison whispered in an undertone. Then, more loudly, "Any questions? If not...let's get spoopy up in here!"
Just for you, Eliot.
Re: Design your room!
Half of which had been Ashley's stories about taking her younger sisters trick-or-treating, so basically her impression was that it involved costumes, candy, and occasionally someone getting punched for messing with one of the Williams girls.