Fandom High School

[Roster]

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 I'm switching the order around a bit from last session, because I just got back from a con and haven't had the chance to preplay a new pie-facing encounter just to keep things from getting too predictable. Today I thought we'd play around with 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. )

[Roster]

On the table by the unlighted campfire this time is an array of snacks - but the choices range a wee bit from Xander's usual fare of sweet, sweet, and more sweet with a side order of occasionally-healthy-but-still-sweet. There's some sweet stuff there, but it's surrounded by things like Cinnamon Altoids, mega-sour Warheads, a couple of bags of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and really, really, really salty licorice.

Xander, his fingers finally de-splinted, waves a hand at the spread. "Help yourselves; it's there if you need a little inspiration for today's activity. Which is a really, really hard one, so you'll need a lot of practice - lemme demonstrate." He pops a piece of salty black licorice into his mouth, and makes a face.

After chewing and swallowing with a grimace, he says, "Words are great; I love words. They're pretty essential for stuff like lying and talking yourself out of kidnap situations. But sometimes on a team, you're just not gonna be able to express yourself in words. Maybe because the bad guys might hear you, or maybe because you know if you open your mouth you're gonna tell your team leader exactly what you think of that plan, and that might not be the brightest thing to do at that moment which never tends to stop me -- but you've got to do something. That's where a repertoire of expressive faces comes in handy."

Xander grabs an Atomic Fireball and drops that in his mouth, then makes another face. "Get the idea? You don't have to use the candy; it's just there if you need it. What I want you guys to do today is talk to each other about anything you want -- but no actual talking. You only get to talk with your face, not your voice."

[OCD up! Play away!]

[Roster]

Xander is standing in front of the unlit campfire holding up a book in the hand that doesn't have splinted fingers. He's being careful not to get soot on it because yo, Tev'Meckian/English Dictionary. In hardback.

"Hi, my name's Xander and I'm a geek. I'm sure that revelation totally gasts your flabber. But despite the huge pains I take to hide that fact, I felt I should confess it for the good of all, since sometimes it comes in handy to be a geek."

He coughs, then says in a gravelly voice, ( By the hammer of Grabthar... )

[Roster]

There are drinks set out on a folding table near the unlit campfire, and a couple of baskets filled with apples, oranges, and bananas, because sometimes you have to balance out all the doughnuts/twinkies/s'mores, after all. There's also a cardboard box at each end of the table, as yet unopened. Xander is standing in front of the table handing out cups.

"You'll probably each want something to drink, because I'm gonna make you talk, and some of you might be the type to get dry throats when you do this kind of talking.

( Sadly not as naughty as you're thinking. )