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Scoobying Workshop #5, Afternoon 6/20/2006 (Main Campfire)

This time there's a widely-spaced row of folding chairs in the open area near the main campfire. However, astute observers (AKA those with eyes) will notice that there's only enough chairs for about half the campers in the workshop. Xander waves people back to the usual logs to actually sit down after they sign in, though, leaving the chairs empty except for two rolls of tape on the seat of each. One duct, one gaffer.

He walks over and picks up both rolls from one of the chairs, holding them up in one hand. "So today I thought I'd talk about a role on the team that everybody thinks is a bad one, but it can actually be an advantage if you look at it right: The One Who Always Gets Kidnapped."

Xander waves his tape-filled hand. "I know, I know, how's that useful when it means your team has to drop what they're doing and go and rescue the person, maybe pay a ransom or at least have to let the bad guy get away with something. I'm not saying getting kidnapped is a good thing, on its own. But.

If there's somebody in your gang who always does seem to be the one who's snatched or trapped or drugged or... lured into the house of a sexy biology teacher on a pretext that in retrospect seems unbelieveable even to them and ends up in a cage waiting to be munched on, and you know you're that person, you can do two things:

You can get good at escaping so your team doesn't have to rescue you, and you can use the advantage of knowing somebody's gonna bean you over the head and you'll wake up in his lair. Scope out the setup. Figure out where he keeps his Doomsday Weapon, not dirty. Get him to go muahahahahahaha--" Xander actually does a pretty good muahahaha; it's probably kind of disturbing. "--and reveal his sekrit plans for global domination, then hightail it outta there. If you plan it ahead of time, you can even get kidnapped on purpose as a plant, to put some kind of trap in place, or keep him occupied while the rest of your team storms the castle."

"So." Still holding the rolls of tape, he ticks things off on the fingers of his left hand, two of which are still taped up themselves. "You can help your team by being a spy or a distraction. You can make things easier on them by learning to rescue yourself. And if nothing else, it can help you can develop your other skills by using them to try to get away. Natural talents I've seen help with this would include whining, screaming really loud, and turning into pudding and okay that was only on Bitterwoman but it worked for Pudding Girl and you gotta admit you never thought that power would come in handy -- but I bet there's all kinds of other things you can put to use too.

So that's what we're gonna do today - a little kidnapping roleplay, also not dirty."

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[OOC, for next week: Next week's workshop is going to be kind of a graphics-war, based on making faces, so if you've been waiting for a chance to use those "Bitch please" and "WTF?" icons, yay. If you don't have a lot of those, linking to pics of your character making the face you want to illustrate will work just as well. If there aren't a lot of useful pictures of your character, pictures of anybody making that face are golden too. Google images is your friend.]

[Open like an open...post.]

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"Why do you want to know? So your eyelashes are nice and curly when you clap politely and give the camera a thumbs up? The curl will fade when you go back to your lair and cry, you know,"

Blair blinked. "Now that's just mean."

"You leave me no choice." Blair cleared his throat and started singing. "This is the song that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on, my friend. Some people started it singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue you singing it forever just because....This is the song that never ends."

Nadia totally wasn't giggling. "Noooo! You evil fiend!" She pretended to writhe in pain while trying to loosen the gaffers tape enough to get free. "That's cruel and unusual punishment!"

"I'm okay with that." Blair grinned before starting up his singing again. He was too busy doing jazz hands to notice Nadia loosening herself.

Or getting a hand free? Or pulling the gaffers tape (delightfully almost residue free!) off?

Jazz hands were his evil weakness, it seemed. She held up a piece of tape. "Don't make me tape your mouth shut. . . ."

"...on and on, my friends!" Blair paused and looked at Nadia. "You're free? Does that mean that I fail?"

"Uh...I mean..Gasp! You've escaped! Now we must fight to the death with only our wits! And I am very witty!"

"Oh yeah?" Nadia dropped into a faux-fighting stance. "Gimme your best wit!"

Blair circled Nadia warily. He knew a lot of 'your momma' jokes, but after seeing how well that went with Jamie last week, he decided not to go there.

"Why don't they play poker in the jungle?"

"Because the monkey always steals all the cards?"

"Too many cheetahs!" Blair hollered before he processed what Nadia said.

"Crap. Do monkey's steal too? Darn those monkeys. No respect for anything."

"But as an evil villain, surely you support monkey thieves?"

"Only if they work for the evil villains union. When I'm not tying unsuspecting schoolgirls to chairs, I spend my time trying to end the non-union thieving monkey threat."

"Evil is unionized? Somehow, that makes sense."

"We've been unionized since the evil global summit of 1947 when we elected our board of trustees and set our dues." Blair shook his head sadly. "You know that everytime I do the evil laugh I have to pay an extra two dollars in my dues. I would complain more, but we do get really nice t-shirts and a ham for Christmas."

"Do you ever have to go on evil strike? What do you do to the evil scabs?"

"We went on strike once in '89. It was a time of renewal and rejuvenation. We got back to our evil roots." Blair bounced.

"Then we ate all the people who crossed the picket line."

"Cannibalism. Nicely done. What were your evil union-y demands?"

"We wanted to change the color of our union t-shirts. Black is just too warm to be doing evil deeds and it was starting to make us stand out. We switched to a nice dark plaid. Breezy in the summer, comfy in the winter and it's rather fetching if I do say so myself."

"But black is so classic!"

"Exactly. We aren't the evil villains of your father's era. We're better, brighter and our flannel doesn't fade with too many washings."

"But my father might actually be an evil villain. Does that make me qualified for membership automatically?"

"Oh please." Blair laughed, but not an evil laugh so he didn't have to pay extra dues. "We did away with the old 'my father/uncle/mad-scientist-who-created-me was a member' system. Kept ending up with a bunch of teenagers who didn't pay their dues and used their evil villain cards to get into nightclubs in Ibiza."

"But what could possibly be more evil than that? It just means that the younger generation is more advanced evilly than you dinosaurs of the evil business."

"They're upstarts more concerned with their own straight-to-video amatuer porn tape than they are with perserving the evil villain standards! They have no respect for those who started this business and kept it running through the hard times." Blair growled. "I used to have to walk in the snow to carry out my evil plans. Uphill. Both ways!"

"I'll have you know my evil father was one of the founders of the evil union, as well as my evil mother whom I've never met because she's evil ~~and my evil aunt who pretended to be someone else and raised me~~. I was born to evil. I've been friends with evil. I know evil villainry and you, sir, are no evil villain, with your plaid shirt and your crying in your lair! We, the youth of evil, will continue our 'amateur' evil ways until the world truly sees what evil was meant to be, and rejects you evil fools!"

Wait, wasn't she supposed to be the good guy in this scenario? Oh well.

"MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Scoobying Workshop #5, Afternoon 6/20/2006 (Main Campfire)

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