fandomhigh | School Assembly, Wednesday, September 29, 2020

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School Assembly, Wednesday, September 29, 2020

The auditorium was ready again today: folding chairs, check. Rostrum, check. Bored students, check.

Anakin walked up onto the stage. "Hello again, students. Today we have a special guest that is not going to pretend to kill teddy bears!"

He hoped.

"He's--" he pulled his notecard out, "--Nick Miller, and he's here to talk about Creativity and You, or Writing the Great American Novel."

So that should be nice and non-explosive!

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Tooooootally normal.

Nick Miller was not supposed to be here.

Well. He was, in that he'd gotten signed up for this against his will and ended up flying across the country for an assembly at a high school he'd never heard of in a state he couldn't point to on a map to talk about, of all things, his craft.

So. When Nick got to the microphone, he looked not quite unlike a grumpy, panicked deer in the headlights who sort of wanted to fight the headlights.

"Right! So!" he began.

And then drew a blank.

"As he said, I'm Nick Miller-" Had he said that? He'd been in a fugue state, and not quite listening. "-and I'm here to talk to you about creativity. Book writing... things. Maybe you want to write a book. Maybe you've read some books. Maybe you want to... write a book. Well, the first thing you're going to need is characters. They should all have names. Are they based on someone you know? Who's to say? Not me."

He paused again, and raised a hand in a goodbye. "Anyway, that's my time, good night!"

He promptly tried to Moonwalk away off the stage.

Edited 2020-09-30 02:41 (UTC)

Anakin snagged him neatly by his collar and tugged him back to the microphone. "Try again," he gritted out.

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That's right! If you're here, you're expected to participate!

Please participate.

Save Nick.

This looked like one of the exercises Wei Wuxian would have made the shidis do back in Lotus Pier, but Wei Wuxian had progressed a little further and he didn't want to get bored.

Wei Wuxian unwound a strip of fabric from his wrist and with a dramatic flourish (and a side glance to make sure people were watching), he tied the black fabric over his eyes. He touched his flute to make sure it was secure in its spot in his belt, then hopped up on the chairs to start the course.

Strangely Eleanor was into this.

“You heard the man!” Eleanor shouted. “The floor is lava people! Get on the chairs!”

Obstacle courses, the only thing Adora had never been made to feel bad about loving.

She hopped from chair to chair.

"I am not wearing the right shoes for this," Tahani huffed as she wobbled from chair to chair.

Nick knocked over the microphone stand, letting it hit the ground with a thud in the speakers. "That's right! You make that jump!"

The sound of the microphone stand hitting the ground - even with the noise from the speakers - made it easier to gauge that jump. That, and the spiritual energy he was using to feel the shapes of things around him. He leapt up, his arms out wide, and hung in the air just below the ceiling. Then he glided down and landed gracefully on the other side of the microphone stand.

Eleanor just stepped over the microphone stand and thrust her arms up in the air like a champ.

Edited 2020-09-30 18:45 (UTC)

This was maybe a less ambitious obstacle course than Adora was hoping for.

She stepped over the mike stand.

Tahani gave him a look and just walked over it instead.

Nick had taken four folding chairs and set them on the ground for the students to walk through the floor through the holes.

"All right, walk through these! Don't trip! And if you trip, don't sue!"

Wei Wuxian ran through the chairs easily. His blindfold didn't even slip.

“Okay! The floor is not lava anymore people!” Eleanor declared as she successfully stepped through the chairs and again raised her hands up in victory. “USA!”

Maybe Nick just hadn't done very many obstacle courses?

Adora hop-stepped through the holes with practised movements.

"I am very much going to sue if I twist an ankle," Tahani muttered to herself as she walked through.

"Uhhh, pick this up, run across the stage and back with it. Don't trip over the folding chairs!"

“Yeeeeeah. Running isn’t my thing but whatever,” Eleanor said and just walked the music stand halfway across the stage and just abandoned it there because this was turning out to be a lot of work.

Take it away, Nick!

Speech

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Walk on chairs

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Jump over the microphone stand

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Walk through fallen down folding chairs

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Pick up a music stand and run across the stage with it and back

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Do a jumping jack

Do a shimmy in a Christmas tree costume

Tie a knot in a rope

Walk back to your seats on chairs

End!