"Yes, And:" Improv Theatre and You, Wednesday, Period One

[furnaceface]

Back into the Danger Shop it was, mostly because Jono still hadn't gotten around to cleaning the broken glass off of the stage of the Boards.

It was entirely possible that since the mess was Hannibal's fault, he was going to make him do it when he was all healed up, as one last final hurrah to him being grounded.

//Welcome back, class,// he greeted, because it was a wonder anybody ever returned to his rambling classes, really. //This week we're going to leap right into the theatre sports. That's gonna be the format of this class; show up, play for an hour, and call it well enough. Grades are going to be based on participation, since I can hardly put a mark on creativity. It's too bloody subjective. Willingness to play along, though? That's half the battle, really.//

He clapped his hands. Once. Then kind of rubbed them together, expression amused.

//So, what to subject you all to this week? I have a bloody list, and we're not going to hit all of them by any stretch of the imagination before this semester is through. Repair shop, perhaps. Pair off. One of you will be a repairman in a repair shop, and the other will be a customer bringing something in for repairs. The catch is, only the repairman knows what that something is, and what's wrong with it. The person bringing it in will have to guess based on clues the repairman provides. And it doesn't have to be anything obvious. It might not even be something that makes sense to bring into a repair shop. Perhaps the repairman has just been handed an apple that tastes rather like a turnip. They'd have to give clues about what the object is while giving the diagnosis and effecting repairs. 'Well, it's still bright red, let's see if it's got any worms in it. Sometimes that'll do funny things with how it performs.' 'Sorry, there isn't much I can do with it. My best advice is to boil it up and mash it, I don't think it'll be very good for your pie, after all.'//

He snapped his fingers and then gestured to the stage.

//Pair off. If there are any of you without a partner, you can jump into a group of three, or I'll play a scene with you, if you like. Figure out which is going to be dropping hints, and which is going to be the customer who doesn't know what it is that needs repairing, and then repairmen, come check the list for items and issues that you need to fix.// He paused, and then added, //And congratulations, Shiemi. You get to be my TA for the semester. Mostly that just means helping me carry things to class so I don't need to make multiple trips, if there are actual props.//

[Open!]

Comments

RE: Re: Repairman

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Rates. Shiemi was used to fixed prices unless the object or ingredient was difficult to attain, so...

"We charge for the job. If the repair will need expensive parts, then I will have to charge more, of course. Is it a fancy expensive thing or does it have a lot of damage?"

Re: Re: Repairman

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna gave Shiemi a confused look, because wasn't the repairman-person supposed to know which thing was under consideration? Or was she doing it deliberately? She didn't know the other girl well enough to tell.

"Umm... I would think it isn't that damaged...?"

RE: Re: Re: Repairman

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

No. Shiemi just had forgotten she was supposed to be in charge of the roleplay.

"You don't know how bad it's damaged?" She frowned. "Can I see it?"

Or maybe she's forgotten it's roleplay...

Re: Re: Re: Repairman

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna pointed toward an imaginary door and said, "It's out there... IT was too big to bring in?"

Suggestion, or statement? She wasn't sure how to proceed here.

RE: Re: Re: Re: Repairman

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

"IT... Ah!" A glance back towards sensei had reminded her that there had been a list of items. "In that case, let me go look and I will be right back!"

She bowed once and then ran to check the list. Oh. Shiemi was supposed to know what the item is and the other girl was supposed to guess from her clues, not the other way around. Okay. Uh, which of the items on the list matched the clues so far?

"This one!" She chose with a smile and then ran back to her partner.

"Thank you for waiting, customer-san!" Shiemi smiled. "You have a serious problem, don't you? Your repair work will be especially hard because of all the metal."

Re: Re: Re: Re: Repairman

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Aha, okay, a clue! Not a sports team! ... which she had been wondering about, how you would fix one. And not a bowl of soup!

"It doesn't seem to work for very long?" She tried, smiling now. "And it, uh. Makes a noise?"

Obviously, a terrible noise. Yes.

RE: Re: Re: Re: Re: Repairman

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

"Well I am not surprised," she shook her head, tsking. "Though that's a good sign, since making SOME noise means it's still running. Did you loan it to someone and this happened? Maybe they should have to pay for it."

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Repairman

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"Possibly? A friend had it for a while, and then gave it back." Hanna gave her a hopeful look. "Do I need to pay for new parts?"

RE: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Repairman

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

Shiemi tapped her cheek. "Well, there definitely needs to be new parts. I don 't know what will stop working when I pull out the main troubling piece."