fandomhigh | How to Tame a Willful Wife; Tuesday, Second Period [06/02].

Hopefully, everyone had gotten the message to meet in the Danger Shop this week, and, if not, then the inexplicably glittery sign posted on the usual classroom would direct them that way. And once they got there, they'd find themselves transported to an absolutely lovely English country estate, with Summer there to greet them, very much looking the part.

She grinned.

"So you guys might have figured out," she said, "that we're going to be doing something a little bit different today. I highly suggest that you take a moment to use the Danger Shop to get dressed up for the occasion, if you'd like; it'll definitely help get you in the mood for today's activity, and then, once you're ready, we'll meet in in the parlor."

And once there, with tea ready to be served and delightful music being played on the pianoforte, Summer explained. "I've been thinking a little bit about the direction of the class and thought it might be nice to take a little break for something more lighthearted, at least for a couple weeks, so today, we're going to be playing a game, based on one of the best movies ever, Wedding Mr. Marcy. It's a card game, so we could have just played it normal, but it's also a role-playing game, so I figured we could really get into the mood of it by taking it to the next level. The premise is very simple: we are all lovely young bachelorettes in the English country side during the Napoleonic wars, and we are here to court and hopefully wed on of the small handful of dashing suitors at our disposal. We'll each take turn drawing cards that will direct us in certain events or occasions that will take us one step closer...or one step further...from being a marriagable option for these suitors. Many of the scenarios are rooted in classic ideals of etiquette and propriety. Some of them make sense. Some of them are absurd. Some of them will definitely give you a chance to be sufficiently willful, and all of them are definitely tounge-in-cheek. And the more you get into it and start to really get into your character and interact with each other, the more fun it will be.

"The cards will be placed on the center table, and we'll all take turns drawing one and go from there, and, at the end of the class period, I'll tally up the points and we'll see how everything falls into place to see who has managed to become a willful wife and who has wound up a dreaded Old Maid.

"It should be noted," Summer added with a grin, "that, honestly, some of the options for Old Maid are actually way better than winding up with half of these dudes, anyway. But we'll just have to wait until the end to see. So, whom shall take the honor of drawing our first card?"

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"Only if I need to fact-check something and I'm going through archives????????????" she said, frowning a little, unsure of how that correlated. "And that's, like, only if a squirrel doesn't know off the top of their head..."

"So," Summer ventured, folding her arms in front of her and NOT smirking a little, honest!, "you're honestly going to stand there and deny that you have a Capital-P Personality, and then some?"

"I know I'm, like, a bit in-your-face??????????" she tried. "And I'm bad at accepting 'no'??????"

"Right," said Summer, her smirkeaning a little more toward a smile now, "which is awesome, and that's you and don't ever change it. I wish I had even half of that at your age. But you can see why maybe that might not....like, work for everyone? And that's fine, too! Eventually, there's probably someone who matches that, like, perfectly, but there's gonna be failure along the way. Lots of it, if you're 'lucky.' But you'll get there. And it's definitely okay to NOT get there with your first high school boyfriend.

"It's kind of not okay, thiugh," she added, "if you know it's not working but you're still stringing him along. Especially when he's clearly trying to make the effort."

Nina flushed.

"I didn't mean to string him along," she confessed. "Like, I was trying to decide what to do......."

"And I think," said Summer, softening with that sympathy again, "you've pretty much decided, so...you know what you've got to do."

Nina's shoulders slumped.

"I know," she admitted. "But, like, I just.........."

She was scared? Anxious?

"I know," said Summer, with meaning, too. "It's not always going g to be just as easy as hopping to another dimension or blowing up his quarter of the city..."

And maybe that was just her.

"But it'll be good, Nina. And you're an FH student. You've survived shit so much worse than a breakup, but I'm gonna be honest with you, sometimes it really does feel like the end of the entire fucking multiverse. But it's not. And there's, like, so much more out there."

"I'd rather break a bone than break up with him," she admitted, then had to laugh. "That's, like, kind of pathetic, right???????"

But it was true.

Broken bones sucked, then she healed them, and then it was fine.

This was months of agonizing over what to do.

"And, like, how do I even......... do it???????"

"That's not pathetic," said Summer. "That's normal. Broken bones are so much easier than broken hearts. And, I mean, you never did say what you thought about maybe starting to bring him down easy by suggesting something maybe a little less fancy, so that there's less pressure, and then, you know, just...be honest. 'Hey, I really like you and stuff, but I'm not sure this is working out.' Like a band-aid."

She moved a hand over her arm, making a tearing sound like she was removing said band-aid.

"And then march to the ice cream shop and order literally everything."

Or the bar, but she probably shouldn't encourage her students to drink while they were in the classroom.

If they were IN the bar, that'd be a different story, probably.

It was okay, Summer. Literally next class Nina was going to be proving that she could make very boozy buns out of mutton and mayo. Why drink when you could eat dessert and get drunk at the same time?

"I mean, like, the best way to remove a band-aid is to tear it right off, right???????? So....... should I even wait until the night of the dinner????? That might, like, get his hopes up........."

Yeah, no one needed to sell the Jello Shot Queen on the awesomeness of boozified desserts.

"The sooner, the better," said Summer, with a nod. "Easier for you in the long run because you won't be fretting, and it'll probably soften the blow significantly, too."

"And tomorrow is the shenanigans," she mused. "Which, like, would give me something silly to do after I attempt to eat my weight in pudding.............."

"With at least a 56% chance of giving you something to be even more mortified about!" Summer chimed in brightly. "I think that sounds like nearly the perfect plan!"

"I just have to, like, get up the nerve to do it," she said, which should have been the easiest part. Nina liked doing things. And yet...

"And radio, too, so I can't even just mope all night about it..."

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