fandomhigh | Monologuing, etc. Workshop #3, Thursday morning

Ivanova's sitting on top of a picnic table with her elbows on her knees, and the first person to so much as mention the Pink Ladies is going to find themselves in detention faster that Rizzo pounced Kenickie.

"I hope you all enjoyed last week's bit of fun with insults. We're going to move on to a related topic today. As we all know, whether from personal experience or late-night movie marathons, the Bad Guy," this said with a suitably villainous waggle of her eyebrows, "Is rather fond of monologuing at Good Guy - that, hopefully, will be you - often revealing their dastardly plan to carve 'you got punk'd' into Australia with a moon laser. And, of course, insulting you. But because your Bad Guy won't have had the superb training that I have given you, their insults will lack the necessary biting flair.

"This is your opportunity to throw their words back in their face. Charlie," she nodded to Kawalsky, "Got a little taste of this last week when he tried to insult my hockey-playing prowess. I continued the hockey theme and questioned his sexuality a bit. But one of my favourite comebacks was," she shrugged, "Unfortunately uttered by one of my least favourite people. He may be a snake, but he is a witty snake. Garibaldi threatened to use his head as a pinata, but he simply turned, smiled, and said "A pinata? Ah, so you think of me as full of candy and laughter for small children.""

Ivanova hopped off the picnic bench and started pacing. It seemed a compulsion with her. She could never stay still for too long. "You see, the most effective comebacks are the ones that leave your opponent, for lack of a better word, blinking and speechless. Not your garden variety 'your mom' retorts. Those are probably just going to get you laughed at. Your literature teachers, if you ever had any, would have taught you about the importance of motifs and themes in great and boring works of literary pretentiousness. They are no less important here. Continuing the theme makes your comeback more effective, even if it makes it harder on your part. You have to think on your feet and suit your words to the occasion.

"So, speaking of 'your mom' jokes, pair up again. Hopefully different pairs than last week. I want your worst, lamest insult and your partner hopefully comes up with a witty riposte. Marks for creativity. I'll be around to practice on. Go to, go to."

[[OCD ~~a-hoy~~ away! As to why this up later than it should be . . . margaritas are yummy?]]

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Since Ranma is much too scared of Ivanova to ever attempt to insult her again... He waits to find someone else.

"I don't really know you, but I can try anyway?" Alanna came up to Ranma and fixed Faithful on her shoulder. "I can always help out." The cat chimmed in.

Ranma sees her and leaps two feet backwards, landing on his butt and looking scared out of his mind. "C-C-CAT!"

"Alanna actually. The cat's Faithful." Alanna peered at Ranma. "Are you afraid of cats?" Both girl and cat asked at the same time.

He tries to say no but ends up nodding his head vigoriously and nearly tearing up as he backs away.

Alanna sighed. "Get lost." She told Faithful. He saluted and trotted away. "Don't worry, he's almost as good as an actual person. Just rudder. And now I feel bad and can't insult you."

"N-No... it's my f-fault... or rather... my dad's... I didn't mean to... insult your friend." He's trying to be polite but he's shaking.

"He's my cat, not my friend." Alanna corrected. "How is it your Dad's fault? And you want a cup of water or something?"

"I-I'm fine. No water please. Anything but that." He breathes in and out for a few minutes. "Well my dad tried to teach me this special martial arts move. But what he did was tired these fish sausages to me and threw me into a pit of hungry cats... and he did it over and over... and I was too young to fight back... So I'm... afraid of cats..." He feels ashamed to have such a lame weakness.

"You don't like cats and water?" Alanna's eyesbrows went up. "And I thought I was weird with the whole not liking cold water, spiders, boats, and the cold."

"I hate cold water too! Are you cursed by Jusenkyo too!?" He looks almost excited by this comradery.

"...I fell through the ice twice when I was young and trying to ice skate."

"Oh..." He feels a bit stupid. "I'm sorry..."

"Why don't you like cold water?"

"I guess... I can show you. Do you have any?" He had to do this the other day too... Soon everyon'es gonna know about this stupid curse.

"Um...Do you want the water to drink or on you?"

"You have to dump in on me."

Alanna shrugged and said a quick spell and twirled her fingers at Ranma. A purple light jetted out of the tips of her fingers and ended up as water on Ranma.

Ranma sighs for a moment and as the water soaks in his hair changes color to a bright red and his clothes start to fit... noticably different. His voice is high pitched and girly. "See when I get hit with cold water.. I'm cursed to change... That's why I hate cold water."

"That's...new. Everyone back home thinks that I'm a boy but this? Definetly very new. I can see why you'd hate cold water." Alanna's eyebrows have left the building. Or at least her forehead.

"Yeah..." He sits rather embarassed having to show two weaknesses to a girl he hardly knows.

((ooc: I'm gonna be gone for about an hour... Warning ya in advance))

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