Monologuing, etc. Workshop #7, Thursday morning

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova stood before her small, motley crew with parade-ground precision, her back straight and her hands clasped behind her back. It might have been far more impressive – or perhaps was more impressive – given that she had returned to the short shorts and tank top look. She was enjoying her freedom while she had it.

"This is our last workshop," she announced. "And I have to say that I've greatly enjoyed my time with you. Your natural talent is impressive and I can only hope that I helped you focus your skills a little better. I know that I was taking notes for myself and if I ever need a vacation, I know who I'm calling in as my back-up." She smiled. "I don't know what more to tell you. Know only that your words will soon be ringing in the ears of uppity captains from Earth to Centauri Prime. I hope you keep in touch."

She relaxed her stance slightly and grinned. "So. For our last class, I'm going to kill you. Dying soliloquys. Iambic pentameter encouraged but not required. You can die dramatically while you're at it, if you like." She waved a box of tissues around for a moment. "In case of sniffles. Go to, go to. It is not so wide as a church door . . ."

[[Srsly, guys, I love you. This class really brightened up a hellish time for me and I just wish I had been around more to play with all of you. Ivanova's sticking around for another week-ish so you can say your last goodbyes, and I hope you'll call. Or write. Or ping me on AIM and we'll twalk. *sniffle* Group hug!]]

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

One last time.

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe signed in, but her eyes were red-rimmed.

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[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer signed in.

Die!

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Die if you want to, you misguided martyr! I wash my hands of your demolition! Die if you want to, you innocent puppet, die!

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[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma pauses and tries to think. What would he say if he was about to die.... "Oops."

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova cracked up and applauded.

She liked that one.

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Words and death somehow didn't go together in River's mind. She started spinning around to some kind of music only she could hear. Not Jesus Christ Superstar. I think.

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Shitfuck," Pip said, falling to the ground.

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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Gimme an Irish Wake." Tim said. "Whole nine yards people, stories, songs, jokes, drinking, the works. No need to worry about entertainment, the Banshee's been ready for this ever since she got me and my dad mixed up."

He lay down, and closed his eyes, looking peacefull. Then suddenly sat up. "Oh and find whoever did me in and think of an appropriately Irish pusnishment."

he lay back down. Then sat back up. "And make sure there's plenty of Elven Wine." Lie down.

Sit up. "Oh! And before I go, the treasure is buried along with the secret to defeating the great Evil Legions of Doominess in the-" He broke off with a dying gurgle and lay back down.

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[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx smirked at the assignment, and when it was his turn, he had his sitar in hand. Looking shocked, he let it vanish, falling to his knees. "No way!" With a little magic, he made himself disappear in a contained explosion of water - which covered his using a Portal to appear back at his seat.

He had too much experience with dying. Yes.

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"After all of the villains I faced, all the times I've cheated death, all of the times I managed to survive, I can't believe that I was killed by the ghost of Rodney Dangerfield," Peter said, overacting his own death terribly. "Not that you are the ghost of Rodney Dangerfield. I'm just saying that being killed by his ghost is more dignified than being killed by you, I mean really."

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

In the middle of all these noble death scenes? How could you!

Talk to Ivanova

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

She's here. Not sniffling. Nope.

Re: Talk to Ivanova

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky was unable to attend class today, so he made sure to leave Ivanova a letter.


Ivanova,

Taken roomie for birthday present of a life time. Not dirty.

As my final mono dialogue thing, I will say write this:

Life's short. Bad guys will try to kill you. Stop them or die.

And if all else fails, run away and find your Russian, hockey-playing friend from space and crash on her couch.

Wise words I will live by.

-K

Re: Talk to Ivanova

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe approached Ivanova and she was already sniffling and her eyes were red-rimmed.

Re: Talk to Ivanova

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova's eyes widened and she took Phoebe by the arms, looking at her with concern. "Phoebe, what's wrong?" No one would be this broken up by her leaving.

Re: Talk to Ivanova

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"You're leaving?" River looked sad.

Re: Talk to Ivanova

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, I'm leaving. I have graduated, and I have a job to get back to."

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[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

As much as Ranma fears her... he shuffles over and mumbbles "Goodbye."

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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I'm leaving too. Not to, you know, steal your thunder or anything."

Re: Talk to Ivanova

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

There's Pip, standing quietly on the side, smiling.

OOC

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

To show that I am finished. And so is Ivanova. *sad*

Re: OOC

[sensethevisions]

*sads*

But JCS lyrics!!!

Re: OOC

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Aww and just when they started to get along too. XD

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[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Die if you want to, you innocent Muppet!