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fandomhigh2006-06-09 09:35 am
superartie) wrote in fandomhigh2006-06-09 09:35 am
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Applied Dadaism: Fun and Games, Friday morning, main campfire
Artie awaited his campers in the main campfire area as usual.
Well, almost as usual. Today he was wearing a football helmet and seemed to have stuck a playground ball up his shirt.
It’s best not to ask, really.
“Welcome, campers! I hope all of you had a very pipe week. I know I have. The weather seems to have become Dada in our honor! And tasty! I’m sure you all have your own Dada stories to tell today, as well!”
Once the reporting on their days of Dada was done, Artie pulled the ball from beneath his shirt and bounced it on his head a few times. “Some of you know that I ran detention this weekend. We had a very successful game of dodgeball, there. So successful that I have decided that today, we are going to play our own game! Dada dodgeball!”
The field was nicely clear of kittens, butterflies, and pudding. There are six five-gallon buckets and twine, creating a rectangular playing field divided down the middle.
“These are your rules!” Artie held up a piece of paper with the words “rules for dodgeball” written on it in bright, friendly letters. Then he ripped it apart. “Have fun!”
[ooc: OCD isgoing up. . . . totally up now. Play ball!]
Well, almost as usual. Today he was wearing a football helmet and seemed to have stuck a playground ball up his shirt.
It’s best not to ask, really.
“Welcome, campers! I hope all of you had a very pipe week. I know I have. The weather seems to have become Dada in our honor! And tasty! I’m sure you all have your own Dada stories to tell today, as well!”
Once the reporting on their days of Dada was done, Artie pulled the ball from beneath his shirt and bounced it on his head a few times. “Some of you know that I ran detention this weekend. We had a very successful game of dodgeball, there. So successful that I have decided that today, we are going to play our own game! Dada dodgeball!”
The field was nicely clear of kittens, butterflies, and pudding. There are six five-gallon buckets and twine, creating a rectangular playing field divided down the middle.
“These are your rules!” Artie held up a piece of paper with the words “rules for dodgeball” written on it in bright, friendly letters. Then he ripped it apart. “Have fun!”
[ooc: OCD is
Re: Play ball!
"I proclaim you Prince of Wasabi!"
Re: Play ball!
Re: Play ball!
Honeysuckle fell to the groun where the duplicate picked it up and shook it at Kawalsky.
"Honeysuckle has been sullied! Have you know shame O Mighty Prince of Wasabi?!"
Re: Play ball!
Re: Play ball!