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fandomhigh2006-08-24 07:53 am
suzotchka.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2006-08-24 07:53 am
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Monologuing, etc. Workshop #7, Thursday morning
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!]]
"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!]]
Re: Die!
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.