fandomhigh | Scoobying Workshop #3, Afternoon 6/6/2006 (Main Campfire)

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There's a table out by the unlit campfire again, however this time it contains not healthy snacks, but an array of familiar white boxes from Jeff, God of Biscuits. Not doughnuts, though, as the open boxes (with a curious ferret seated next to them sniffing...curiously) illustrate.

Pies. Cream pies.

Xander grins as he holds one up. "So today we're gonna talk about another valuable position on the team that doesn't get a lot of attention in the pre-title credits -- the comic relief."

He waves with the pie. "Okay, so unless your team happens to be a circus act, security detail for a bakery, or extras on the set of a Mel Brooks film, you probably won't come across a lot of literal pie-in-the-face situations, but it's sort of the classic example. The comic relief is the guy or girl or...other, if you happen to be a demon or an alien, I guess, who de-fuses the tension when the group needs it. Or maybe you distract the bad guy while the powerhouses whomp him on the head, or the gun-people get ready to make with the loud shootyness of bangbang.

Sometimes this means you get the witty quips; sometimes it means you do the pratfall. Some people are better at one than the other, and that's fine too - it's always good to know your strengths."

Xander points to himself. "I like to think I'm good with the quippy, but then again, so're most of my friends, so for me, it pays to be well-rounded. I can take a pie in the face with the best of them."

He looks out over the assembled students and grins. "Anybody wanna test me on that?"

Jamie (multi_madrox)	Jamie raises his hand and waves it emphatically. "Ooo! Ooo! Me! Me!"
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander peers out at the students as if he heard nothing. "What, nobody?"
Jamie (multi_madrox)	Jamie multiplies so there are now four of him and they shout in chorus: "OVER HERE! US! PICK US!"
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander snickers and points. "Okay, fine. One pie, though. I didn't get enough for you to waste four on me." He puts down the pie he was holding, and indicates free pick of the spread on the table.
Jamie (multi_madrox)	"Only one?" Jamie asks. "That's no fun." Jamie picks up a pie and smiles. "Of course if you plan on dodging..." The four Jamies surround Xander and begin to toss the pie between themselves. "I wouldn't recommend it," one of the Jamies finishes.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	"Well, no," Xander says, turning rapidly from Jamie to Jamie to try to follow the game of Who's Got The Pie. "But the element of surprise is supposed to be part of the funny."
Jamie (multi_madrox)	Which is why during the pie tossing back and forth? One of the other duplicates picks up a second pie and yells out Xander's name right before he throws it.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander, sure he knows exactly where the pie is -- with the second Jamie on the left -- turns instinctively at the sound of his name.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Bridge makes a ferret-y "eep!" noise and ducks outta the way of the pie.
Jamie (multi_madrox)	And if the pie throwing dynamics are correct? Xander's face should be full of lemon cream. Unless he ducks of course.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander's face is totally full of lemon cream. And pie-crust, for a few seconds, til the weight of that slides it away and he's left with a fluffy white face-mask. He points blindly in a random direction, knowing there's probably a Jamie in it. "Excellent use of the element of surprise."
Jamie (multi_madrox)	Jamie gloats like a gloating thing. All four of them.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	"So is this: surprise - you've got detention. I said one pie, dude."
Jamie (multi_madrox)	"What? But... but... I already have detention. And... and... I only used one pie." Yes. That is a chin wibble you see.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander points. "Element of surprise, Exhibit B. Funny. Now granted it wouldn't be funny if I was actually giving him detention; it'd just be mean. But since I was employing a little of last week's lesson on lying your ass off, it's completely morally acceptable to laugh at the look on his face right now."
Jamie (multi_madrox)	So at this point? Jamie just goes ahead and throws the second pie. Detention be damned.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	SPLAT. "I...totally asked for that." Xander wipes piecrust off his face, and tastes coconut cream. "Exhibit C. Variation on a theme."
Jamie (multi_madrox)	Jamies? Yeah they're back to the gloating thing. "So? Detention?"
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander shakes his whipped-cream-encoated head. "Nah. You had at least a three-pie safety margin for that."
Jamie (multi_madrox)	Yes, the thought does cross his mind. But being in the principal's office twice in a week isn't his idea of fun. "Good to know. I'll keep that in mind for future demos."
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander points again, this time with at least a small amount of accuracy, though his open eyes are basically glints of brown in a sea of whipped topping. "Exhibit D: knowing when to end the joke. Muy impressive, and thanks for the assist."
Bridge (bridge_carson)	At this point, Bridge comes out from where he was hiding, scrambles up onto Xander's shoulder, and calmly begins licking away at the pie topping.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander, after a moment of blinking, just points, without actually pushing him away. "Exhibit E: Ferrets, like monkeys, almost always funny."

[Pre-played with and many thanks to multi_madrox and bridge_carson.]

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If you need/want to. Yes, he still has pie on his face. Probably.

Willow was there after class. Because being there during class would've meant she'd crashed a workshop and that was all rule-breaky. So any appearances of Willow during class were naught but illusion.

Xander was there too. With probably some whipped cream left on his face, because even ferrets with junk-food issues eventually get sugar-saturated.

"Pie?" he offered, pointing to one of the several he'd kept hidden under the table, and brought out once the campers had taken off into the clearing with the ammo-pies.

"Sandwich?" Willow offered in return. "Some protein might help combat the sugar-crazies."

"Are you implying that I ever get sugar-crazy?" Xander asked, looking shocked. Which didn't stop him from accepting the sandwich.

"I wasn't implying," she said, "I was outright stating. Got a fork for the pie?"

"Oh, well that's different, then," Xander answered, pulling paper plates and plastic forks out from behind one of the pie boxes, then dropping down to sit on a log near the table. As you do. Especially when your ferrety boyfriend is still eyeing the remaining pies, because maybe he actually possesses no saturation point. "So how's by you?"

"Pretty good," Willow said, helping herself to a generous piece. "I told Peter about me and the thing I don't want anybody knowing about me. He knows you know so I figured you should know he knows."

Xander raised an eyebrow. "A certain Peter with an accent that you've been reported as being, and I quote, 'all cute' with?"

"Moi?" Willow said, looking innocent and as though replying to this question in French had all sorts of amusement for her. "Well, yes. That would be the one. Assuming we mean English Peter and not any of the other Peters. Especially Peter Parker, the jerk."

Xander paused, sandwich halfway to his mouth. "What'd Peter Parker do?"

"He's a boy named Parker," Willow said, as though this reasoning should be obvious. She helped herself to another bite of pie. "Anyway, Peter knows that I don't want other people knowing, but if you and he talk for whatever reason you don't need quite as many significant looks and code words. Not that those aren't fun too."

"Oh...kayyy." Xander nodded. "Guys named Parker bad. Check. Do I want to know why, or is this a girl-logic thing that my y-chromosome makes me incapable of understanding despite any honorary status I might have as a BFF?"

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Z didn't say anything to Xander. But she did stare at the ferret formerly known as her teammate with an expression best described as "OMGWTF?" on her face.

The ferret formerly known as her teammate waved a teeny-tiny black paw.

Really fast.

Because sugar.

"Oh, man, I'm going to have to tell Cruger about this."

*facepaw*

"He'll probably put me in a capture card," Z told the ferret mournfully.

There was a ferret eep-like noise that, roughly translated, meant. 'Eep!'

Bridge-ferret shook his wee head from side to side.

Z patted the little ferret gently. "When you get to be human again, be sure to tell him it wasn't my fault so maybe he'll let me out."

There is a distinct possibility she's teasing her rodent teammate.

Bridge-ferret tilted his wee head and stared at her appraisingly for a moment, then skittered over to one of the remaining pies, grabbed a pawful of whipped topping, and launched it in Z's direction.

Z wiped the whipped topping off her face. "I probably deserved that."

The ferret scurried around behind the pie -- and returned nudging a paper plate that had a plastic fork on top of it, with his nose.

"What's that, ~~Lassie~~Bridge? You want pie?"

Bridge stares at her again, facepaws again, and nudges the plate further towards her. Then he walks around to the other side of the pie and helps himself.

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