Monday, May 21st, 2012

[identity profile] yakkoyaks.livejournal.com
Today's class began without Yakko at the front of the room. But it DID feature him doing a voiceover seconds after the lights went out.

"The year was 2012. There was a workshop at a big fancy high school on a small fancy island called Steven Spielberg's Presents: History. A lone genius named Yakko decided to make that class title a little more literal than usual just for one week."

"And so this week, Yakko Warner Presents: A Historical Film By Steven Spielberg: One of the Illinois Smith Movies!"

A flashlight turned on by the students' desks, shining a bright light on the whiteboard. And then Yakko started performing a half-remembered compilation of all four Illinois Smith movies with scenes in random orders, some characters missing entirely, and some clearly replaced with Yakko playing himself. And it was all done with shadow puppets.

It was probably best to just accept that there was no physical way for Yakko to be doing the highly complicated shadow puppets he was making with his hands. Otherwise, your poor brains would probably be shattered by the opening titles sequence, which featured detailed credits, all in the proper fonts and logos despite Yakko not using any props. But frankly, the fight scene with the Nazi aliens in the nightclub while a teenage greaser kept signing 'no no no no no no no no' was probably the most impressive part, since that would have required at least seven hands more than Yakko had.

He kept this up for the whole class period. At no point did the presentation seem to approach an actual ending.

[OOC: I worked 13 hours today and didn't get home until just before midnight. And Monday's going to be nuts. So this is the best I can do at the moment. Sorry about that.]

Library, Monday

Monday, May 21st, 2012 09:06 am
[identity profile] faithandscience.livejournal.com
William had spent the weekend handwavily as a pony, running various sorts of endurance and strength tests on himself. As one did.

Today, he was back in the library as usual for a Monday, and while the thunderstorms had thankfully cleared up, they'd been replaced by rainbows.

The library was open, and colourful!
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[personal profile] not_in_the_book
Ronan was looking a little tired this week, at the front of the class; the TV and DVD player beside him indicated exactly how tired he probably was.

"Movie week this week," he said shortly, shrugged. "Sorry, guys. But this film has a lot to say about choices, on a lot of different levels: the choice to fight, the choice to give up... I don't agree with every choice made. But I can see why the characters chose the way they did."

[Wait for OCD is up!]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
"So you've said hello and you've done the NAT thing and everything," Jeff began, "and then things start moving along, you know? Like it's an actual relationship and the girl-- or boy-- actually really likes you. And it seems like bliss, you know? Someone has actively passed you the keys to paradise." He gestured to make this clear. "And you're ready. You're really really ready. But!"

He slammed his hands down on the desk.

"There's the elephant in the room, isn't there?" he said. "There's always going to be an elephant. Staring at you. Waving around its voyeuristic trunk of life-destruction."

Yes, he was illustrating that with his hands, too.

"Because see, at the beginning, at the very start, you were so nervous, you told this one terrible lie. This one horrible, wretched thing that is now devouring you from both ends and fusing your poor pants to your valuables!"

Getting a bit too graphic now, Jeffrey.

"And you know you can't have sex with her or she'll find out what's going on in your drawers and she'll run really fast and leave you alone again, but you can't not have sex with her either because she's your girlfriend, but she doesn't know yet, so she's like, she's, like--" His voice was starting to go shrill, "Schroedinger's girlfriend!"

He made a little choking noise.

"What do you do?" he declared to the class. "What. Do you. Do?!"

There was a long silence.

Which grew longer. And longer. And longer.

Okay, so maybe Jeff didn't have an answer to that.

Finally, he just produced a very large glass jar with a lot of notes in it and gestured at it. He was clearly having trouble speaking, but surely they could divine the meaning of this test now, right?

Possible notes ranked one to ten. )
[identity profile] boobs-and-evil.livejournal.com
Today, the class had handwavily been told to meet in the Danger Shop. When they got there, they would find themselves in a replica of a park, surrounded by skyscrapers; those from this world might recognize it as NYC's Central Park. Their teacher was standing before a replica of Bethesda Fountain, typing away on her Blackberry; perched on the Angel of the Waters sculpture were three creatures. They stood as tall as the average human, and nearly looked human -- flabby torso, legs -- except for the heads and wings, which looked like birds of prey. They only wore socks, so when the Manbirds shifted on their perches, you could see a long, feathery appendage dangling between their legs -- not their genitalia. Just the tube that protected it.

Don't Feed the Manbirds )

"Last thing. Next week, bring some money -- yours, or if you don't have any, someone else's. We're going shopping. In Hell."
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[personal profile] fates_jaye
"Thank you for not having hooves today," Jaye said when class started, then looked around to see whether anyone actually did have them or not. "Anyway, last week your prompt was animal transformations and the island was really nice to you."

But not to Jaye, who'd spent the weekend handwavily as a pony using a squirrel helper to take her pictures for her.

"So you're going to show what you've gotten in the last week, and then your prompt for next week is..." She had no idea. She'd been an orange pony all weekend and she was a procrastinator, what did you expect? "Pie. Or turtles. Or both. It's a prompt, do with it what you will."

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