fandomhigh | Summer Session 2, Scoobying Workshop #7, Afternoon 8/22/2006 (Main Campfire)

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Xander is...totally not here. There's just his laptop sitting on a log, and Isabel standing next to it. When everybody's assembled, she presses a key, and a recording fills the screen.

Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander appeared on the screen alone, and gave a wave to the camera. "Hey, guys. This is the last Scoobying workshop for this session, and well, the last one period, for me. I just wanted to tell you that you all, both sessions, were great, and I hope I made it as fun for you as you did for me. If there's one skill you come away with no matter what you end up doing, I hope it's that, because the rest of it you can fake, but if you can laugh at yourselves, or, y'know, each other, in a pinch, you'll be--"
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander appeared to be yanked offscreen, and a voice said, "Just as screwed, muahaha. Just a little more distracted from it." Moments later, the camera swung right, and Xander was replaced by... A face that might be... slightly familiar behind the glasses, even-bushier-than-usual eyebrows, giant somewhat plasticky looking nose, and fuzzy mustache, looming above Willow, who appeared to be tied to a chair. "Muahahahahaha," laughed the villain again, with a villainous tone. In an artificially-gruff voice, he added, "Xander couldn't stay, sorry, because I, his Evil Alternate Personality ^TM...um...Xandino, have taken over his body. I've also kidnapp~~inat~~ed Willow. Because I'm evil like that."
Willow (willbedone)	Willow came in much more quickly this time than on last session's recording - she'd had practice, after all. "Oh! Yes!" she said, trying to make 'Help me' eyes at the camera. "He's so evil! Extremely! Also? This rope is very scratchy and this is in no way a comfy chair."
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	"And if you meddling kids don't get here in time to rescue her, I'm going to force her to watch..." The Evil Villain lowered his voice to a loud, terrible whisper. "That episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker where Wendy and Ryan have the unsexiest sex ever for fifty-five godawful minutes. And I'll tape her eyes open!"
Willow (willbedone)	Willow didn't have to act her look of disgust. Or her attempt to get away. "No! Never! Somehow I will escape from these tight, confining ropes that are holding me down and--" Willow paused, seemingly distracted, then said, "Ahem." There might have been blushing.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	There was another pause, during which Xand...ino stared at her ~~like he had almost managed to repress her reaction to that line last time~~, then there was a cough that sounded suspiciously like "line...," and the astute observer might note him poking her gently on the shoulder.
Willow (willbedone)	Willow gave him a Look, and continued. "So yes! Please save me, members of the Scoobying class! It doesn't matter which one of you comes FIRST, or that you may have to search all over town and each FLOOR OF THE DORMS for a ROOM that might, you know, belong to somebody who looks like XANDER...ino."
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	"That's Xandino! And that's enough outta you, missy!" Xand..er..dino reached offscreen for something, and returned holding a piece of duct tape. Or possibly several pieces of masking tape stuck together and cleverly painted to look like duct tape. He placed it ~~lightly~~ viciously over her mouth.
Willow (willbedone)	Willow did her best to try to shout "Help!" ~~while trying to make sure she didn't accidentally dislodge the tape~~ in spite of her oh so vicious and cruel new gag.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	From behind her, there was a loud, "RIBBIT?" The Evil Xandino turned and put a finger to his lips, right under the bushy mustache. "You shut up too, Jerem...mino, and quit yer whining. No, they won't get here in time to rescue her, 'cause they have to do the in-class exercise first. Plus they're not smart enough to team up to track us down, and the fish that keeps moving around on the door will just confuse them, which means none of them will get any of the delicious--" He coughed. "Twidiginkidigies adigand odigothidider yidigummiddigy snidigacks whidigich Idigi adigam nidigot tidigellidiging thidigem adigabidigout sidigo thidigere."
*(cough)*	From offscreen again, but this time as if it was right behind the camera, came a loud BAA-AAA-AAAAH-ing sound. Xandino blinked. "Uh, yes. Thank you, um. RIC-ino. Exactly. What you said."

And screen goes dark.

[OPEN! Also, what Xander said - thank you guys so much for running with this and consistently cracking me the heck up.]

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River just nodded and left. When she returned she was carrying what looked like a mass of tentacles covered with a blanket. Sniffling noises emanated from under the blanket and River sighed. "He's a bit shy. He needs to get out more."

"Hi Berthold!" Isabel said, eyeing the tentacles warily. "You're sure he just likes ice cream?"

"And pancakes."

Angela's finger hovered near the tentacles as if she wasn't sur she wanted too try to touch. "So how will he track River?," she asked.

River put Berthold (who still hid under his blanket) on the ground and stared at him. "Willow. She has ice cream. And pancakes."

((ooc: I'm off to bed. Modding of Berthold is fine, or just ignore him. Don't know if he's any good tracking anyway. ;) ))

Isabel grinned, "Well we know enough to at least give him a few good hints. Ready to head back into the dorms Berthold?"

Berthold waved a tentacle about cheerily. "I guess?" Angela said. "Isabel, want to lead the way?"

Zero eyed the tentacle-thing and said, "I may regret asking this, but can I work with you guys?"

"Sure," Isabel said. "It's going to be hard work finding Willow. We need all the help we can get."

"Especially if you have your mallet," Angela interjected. "I like the red hair, Zero."

Zero hefted the mallet in question. "Don't leave home without it. You don' think it looks Christmasy with the mallet?"

"I think it works," Isabel said. "But then again, I have a thing for all things Christmasy. I can change the color of the mallet for you if you'd rather it were something different."

Zero hugged her mallet protectively. "OMG no."

"It's safe," she promised. "I won't touch it!"

"Good. I might need it to rescue Willow. If we ever figure out where on Earth they might be keeping her, that is."

"Xander...ino is probably on the first floor like regular Xander," Angela said. "Unless he's on the sixth floor because he's evil."

"I say we start on the first. No sense climbing stairs if we don't have to."

"Xandino doesn't seem stupid enough to live on the sixth floor. I mean, not that the people who do live on the sixth floor are stupid...so, first story?"

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