http://yakkoyaks.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] yakkoyaks.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2012-06-18 07:12 am
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Steven Spielberg Presents: History!, Monday, Period 4

"The year was 1993. With the fall of Communism, the rise of smaller, independent states, and civil wars all over the place to establish those states, the metaphorical shape of the world was changing," Yakko said with all the gravitas he could muster. Then he went back to his higher pitched voice. "But the regular shape stayed the same!" He gave a sharp whistle and beach balls with the globe printed on them fell from the ceiling.

"Those feature the map of the world as it looks today. 19 years ago, the world looked a little bit more like this. ROLL IT!" The lights dimmed and a film started playing at the front of the room.

"And yeah, it really is almost 20 years old," Yakko whispered fight before the song started. "Not that this should make anyone feel old." He winked. Feel old, players. Feel old.

Once the video was over and the lights went back on, Yakko spoke up again. "Less than two decades and the list of countries has changed just a little bit. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use your modern globes to find all the changes since 1993. Should you decline, your mission is to play with your beach balls. Your secondary mission no matter what you choose is to try to keep this song from getting stuck in your head. Bet you can't do it. KEEP IT ROLLING!"

And with that, the Yakko's World video replayed. On repeat. Over and over again. With the lights on, the picture was clear enough to read and locate countries, but you could also actually read your globes now. And the sound? Well, that would just drive you mad eventually. Maybe.

Have fun!
whenshewasnice: (Full-on Envy mode.)

Re: Sign In

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-18 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Natalie V. Adams

Re: Sign In

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2012-06-21 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Dana Scully
hasadestiny: ([doing] tracing the paper)

Re: Your Missions

[personal profile] hasadestiny 2012-06-18 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Lex examined a globe. His time was still close enough to 1993 that knowing how the global political situation might change was potentially useful.

Re: Your Missions

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-18 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy decided to turn the assignment into an art project. that was the only explanation for why the beach ball was now covered with multi-colored post-it notes.

Re: Your Missions

[identity profile] batwaffles.livejournal.com 2012-06-18 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
. . . no, there was no way Stephanie was going to get that song out of her head for, oh, days maybe; she was torn between enjoying it and wanting to beat her head into a wall until it went away. It was a tough choice, all right?

At least poring over the globe to do the assignment was something of a distraction; geography knowledge (political more than physical, really) was part of her training.

Some countries she knew of seemed to be missing from both the song and the globe, oddly. Huh . . .

Re: Your Missions

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-18 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
There wasn't really any reason for Ulrik to attempt this assignment; it wasn't as if his world was likely to look like that, politically, by the time it reached 1993 anyway. But he was curious, damnit, and so here he was, peering at his globe and matching countries to the ones on the video, making note of those that didn't match up.
ext_1340895: (naffery || mild eww)

Re: Your Missions

[identity profile] upmysleeve.livejournal.com 2012-06-18 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Where's Yugoslavia?" Ace frowned at her beachball and jabbed at where she was...somewhat...sure it was supposed to be. "Countries that big don't just disappear -- who makes all the Yugos now?"

Oh, honey.

Re: OOC

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-18 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I first read that as 1933 and got really, really confused.