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Applied Dadaism: Fun and Games was held around the main campfire on Friday morning.

Artie stood poised on a trampoline, completely motionless until it was time to get the workshop started. "Greetings, campers! I hope you are having a very pipe time at camp so far! Welcome to Applied Dadaism! I am Artie! The strongest man . . . in the world and I will be your instructor for these next weeks."

He bounced down from his perch on the trampoline and struck a heroic pose in front of the campers. "You may ask ‘Artie? What is Dada?' And an excellent question that would be! Dada is nonsense! Richard Huelsenbeck once said that ‘everywhere, throughout the world, where forces are at work to turn back the wheel of history, Dada will be hated. Therefore it is not difficult to predict a great future for Dada.' Alas, he may have been wrong. For the forces of emo are strong throughout the world, now more than ever, and now, more than ever, is Dada important!"

He struck a different pose. "In this workshop, we will learn to apply Dada to our everyday lives through games and ridiculousness, to combat these forces of emo. We will make people ask questions. We will make people ask questions about why they are asking questions! We will, most importantly, have fun!"

He began walking back and forth. "At the end of the workshop, you will be asked to present a game of your creation to the group. This game will be based on the ideas and rulelessness you will learn throughout the workshop. But start thinking about it now, so that you will have a great game idea by the end of the session!"

He bounced back up on the trampoline. "But first! Introduce yourselves! Say your name and make a funny pose, a funny noise, a funny face! Then we will move on to our first game!"

Once the introductions are through with, Artie stands, arms in muscle man position, at the front of the group again. "Excellent! Now, we will play ‘rock, paper, scissors!' But be warned, you may not play only rock, paper, or scissors! You may play anything you can think of. For example!" He did jazz hands. "Nuclear fission! Pair up! (and make one group of three!) Play the game! Explain how your thing, such as nuclear fission, beats your partner's thing, such as molten lava! Have fun! I, Artie, the strongest man . . . in the world! will be here to answer any questions!"

[ooc: ~~Wait for the OCD, vikings!~~ Go forth and be weird!]

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Tim grinned as well, feeling just a bit guilty at the relief and amusement he feels at the thought of Blake Mandel suffering this fate. "You catch on quick." he said.

"Old habit," River replied.

"On the other hand," Tim said. "If something is in the void, it ceases to be a void doesn't it? It's that the point of a void?"

"It depends on the nature of the void," River replied. "If the void is large enough, and what you put in it is small enough, it will still be a void. Also, if you put a person into a void, like the sociopathic three year old, he will die from lack of oxygen, and transform into a dead three year old."

"But still something." tim said stubbornly, though he was still smiling. Void. Damn that was good. "Two out of three?"

"Ok then," River replied, making an effort not to push the argument like she would have done with Simon. Her brother was used to it, after all. "Your turn."

"Time." Tim said, after the requisite count to three. He made his arms into the arms of a clock and ticked.

"Book," River said, putting the palms of her hands together and opening then like a book. She paused. "Tricky. Books can conquer time by preserving knowledge, but everything turns to dust sooner or later."

Tim pondered. He wasn't sure who'd won this one. "Hmm," he said. "that is tricky. but I think time wins, knowledge can be forgotten if the book turns to dust." ~~Of course Tim doesn't know that River's smarter than he could ever hope to be so she probably wins anyway~~

River could have argued her point, but the point of this workshop was weirdness, not logic, so she grinned. "But the bookworms can eat time. And pursue it with the speed of lightning bolts rushing through the hardback city."

Tim opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it. Wow she was good at this weird thing. After looking confused for a moment he chuckled. "Well then next time I guess if I throw time you can throw bookworms. Only not literally cause that would be gross."

"Oh, they're cute," River said, looking very serious.

((ooc: end this thread here?))

"Okay."

ooc: sure

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