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fandomhigh2016-09-14 12:24 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2016-09-14 12:24 am
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"Yes, And:" Improv Theatre and You, Wednesday, Period One
Jono was in an impressively good mood this week, having made it through the weekend more or less unscathed. He could live with being a slightly more obnoxious version of himself with significantly less trauma than he carried around with him these days. He'd been there and done that, after all. Fed some ducks. Fed some cats.
It was basically a normal weekend, but with more wrapping his face and less actually opening the Groovy Tunes.
//Morning, class,// he greeted, once it looked like everyone had filed into the Danger Shop. //This week, we're going to play a game called Ding. You'll pair off, start playing a scene, and whenever I ring this bell,// he picked up a cowbell and gave it a clang by way of demonstration, //whatever you just did in that scene? Do something different. Say you walk into the scene and say that it's a lovely day. I ring the bell. Say something else. Announce that you're looking forward to a party, or point into the distance and shout about a tornado. Carry on the scene with your edit, ignoring whatever was discarded when the bell rang. Every ring of the bell means you'll have to come up with something new off the top of your head. Please, try not to get too frustrated if you find that you have to backtrack often.//
He didn't want to have things get thrown at him, after all.
//Just to give you all a starting point, pick a nursery rhyme or a fairy tale that you're fond of, and play off that. Red Riding Hood going through the woods to bring her gran some treats-// he rang the bell, //that is, to set up the football game for her on pay per view. If you're telling even remotely the same story when you're done than you were when you started, I clearly didn't ring the bell enough.//
Clearly.
It was basically a normal weekend, but with more wrapping his face and less actually opening the Groovy Tunes.
//Morning, class,// he greeted, once it looked like everyone had filed into the Danger Shop. //This week, we're going to play a game called Ding. You'll pair off, start playing a scene, and whenever I ring this bell,// he picked up a cowbell and gave it a clang by way of demonstration, //whatever you just did in that scene? Do something different. Say you walk into the scene and say that it's a lovely day. I ring the bell. Say something else. Announce that you're looking forward to a party, or point into the distance and shout about a tornado. Carry on the scene with your edit, ignoring whatever was discarded when the bell rang. Every ring of the bell means you'll have to come up with something new off the top of your head. Please, try not to get too frustrated if you find that you have to backtrack often.//
He didn't want to have things get thrown at him, after all.
//Just to give you all a starting point, pick a nursery rhyme or a fairy tale that you're fond of, and play off that. Red Riding Hood going through the woods to bring her gran some treats-// he rang the bell, //that is, to set up the football game for her on pay per view. If you're telling even remotely the same story when you're done than you were when you started, I clearly didn't ring the bell enough.//
Clearly.
Re: Ding!
"I'm going to work on a better one once I get my eye done. I miss depth perception."
Didn't they all?
Re: Ding!
And that had been three dings, so far. He sighed. "We should probably get this show on the road."
Re: Ding!
Rhys shrugged, looking less awkward now that his other shoulder had something in it to make the gesture look normal. It would... be not fun to sync it up with his brain again. But better than being half blind if you asked him. "Uh, what are we supposed to do again?"
Re: Ding!
Re: Ding!
"Okay, uh... oh no, there's a princess in a tower?"
Re: Ding!
Dante was taking this soooo seriously.
Re: Ding!
Re: Ding!
"Maybe she's not actually a princess," Dante said casually. "How can you tell?"
Re: Ding!
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Smirking.
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"Hosting a tea party for princesses or whatever."
Dante made his eyes comically big because seriously this thing was so ridiculous.
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That wasn't how the game went, dude.
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"Like... a dog, I guess? A giant, mutant, murderous dog."
So nothing at all like a dog.