fandomhigh | Applied Dadaism: Fun and Games (Main campfire, Friday morning)

Artie was seated on thin air at a folding card table when the campers arrived. Once they all were gathered, he gestured for them to sit down at any of the three tables set up (they, at least, had actual chairs).

"Welcome back, campers! I hope you all have had a pipe weekend! I know I have! Today we are going to continue with our Dada games. I hope all of you have been thinking of some rules for your own games that you will present at the end of the session!"

He bounded to his feet. "But first! Introduce yourselves again! Only this time, use a Dada name. For example, today I will be Squeeeeeeebadadoopboing!"

Once the introductions were done with, Artie laid out some cards on the tables. "Today, we will play poker! But not just any poker, oh no, Dada poker. Dada poker is like Dada rock, paper, scissors. Any hand can win, as long as you can tell us why. Be creative! If you have three clubs, maybe your three clubs can bludgeon your opponents three kings! It's up to you.

"For next time, I have an assignment for you. Pick one day this week. You will spend that day being Dada, in everything you do. Perhaps spend the whole day saying nothing but the word 'dreeble'. Perhaps try to wrestle a slab of bacon. Make people ask you what you are doing! Make them think you are weird. Don't tell them; just let them wonder! Next week, you will tell us about your Dada day!"

[ooc: yeah, shorter than last time. Just be glad I'm not making you sit through Artie reciting phonetic poetry. ~~Waaaaaaaait for the OCD, friends!~~ Got any knaves? No? Okay, how about twos? Go fish!]

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Pick a new, silly, Dada name!

I am Joojoosquee.

"Excellent! Greetings, Joojoosquee!"

Phoebe does show up to Dada, although she really looks like she shouldn't be out of bed. She is pale and there are shadows under her eyes. She does try to be cheerful though.

"MrowrBaDoomBoom."

"Goodness, little Viking! Are you alright?"

Her Hero(TM) always made her feel a little bit better.

"There was some trouble at my cabin last night. Didn't sleep much."

"Trouble, you say? Is there anything I can do? I could give the troublemakers detention!"

"I don't think the Troublemaker really meant to attack us."

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Tyler has fashioned a t-shirt into a sling for Popeye the gnome, who is peering out at the world from it like a content, bearded baby.

"I am Cornelius Manischewitz Huchtuti Babaghanouj," he declared.

"Ah!" Artie struck a cheerful pose. "A pleasure to meet you, Cornelius Manischewitz Huchtuti Babaghanouj! And who is your little friend?"

"Popeye," Tyler said. "They just showed up in our cabin yesterday. He won't leave me alone."

Popeye reached out his arms to give Arty a hug.

Artie was more than willing to give the gnome a hug. "Hello there, Popeye!"

[ooc: with the amount of italics I use, it was bound that I'd mess them up some day. . . .]

Popeye hugged Artie tightly until Tyler moved to pry him off. "Sorry. He's kind of clingy."

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Kaylee is kinda proud of her weird, silly name. "I'm Badagleewoo."

"And a lovely name you have, Badagleewoo!"

Walter was sort of stuck. This was virtually the antithesis of butlering.

"I am... dammit, Jamie already took Joojoosquee. I am Fishgrenade."

Artie actually made a face like he thought Walter was strange. "Okay, Fishgrenade. . . ."

Walter grinned. He'd weirded out the teacher. Maybe he was better at this than he thought.

"I'm Werwornurfurehehehe." River had no idea where that came from.

"A delightful name, Werwornurfurehehehe!"

"Dnomsed Yhtomit." That hadn't been easy to pronounce.

Artie was visibly impressed. "Very good!"

Yay!

Marie looks at the instructor, but sighs and says, "Hi, I'm Dimethyl Glutarate."

[and zomg I am handwaving the poker playing cause no creativity, sorry!]

Stark's been told his real name is odd as it is. He makes an attempt anyway.

"I'm... Fahrbot McCrazyson," he said finally, then wondered where he'd come up with that.