Fandom High School

The students were handwavily notified to meet at the beach for today's class, and were met there by Artie, standing proud and posed in his red and blue striped vintage swimsuit in front of the water.

"Welcome, my little vikings! Today is our last class." He gave an exaggeratedly despondent look at that -- when Artie looked emo, he looked emo. "I would like to teach you all an old tradition I learned from a dear old friend, a farewell to summer, a protest of the return of drudgey, bescabbed, not-summer existence. Today we beat up the ocean!"

And he let out a warrior's bellow and ran headlong, knees high into the surf, where he proceeded to start punching and kicking at waves.

"Take that, foul disturber! I'll bet you ride a Schwinn!" A wave smacked him in the face. "Oh ho, in a fiesty mood today! We'll show you, Schwinn rider!

"Vikings! Attack!"

[ooc: and ocean-smacking OCD is on its way. up! I totally didn't almost forget to edit this ooc note, I swear. . . .]

"Welcome back, students!" Artie was in fine form today, bounding around the gathered students in a circle, knees way up, a marching band hat on his head, a large piece of piece of pipe clenched in his hands. There was a pile of instruments -- kazoos, slide whistles, toy accordions, ukuleles, and more -- on a table at the edge of the clearing. "Today we will play. . . ." He froze, eyes wide, balanced precariously on the toes of one foot. "Freeze dance!"

He then proceeded to not explain just what this whole 'freeze dance' thing was. Instead he waved the students to the instruments on the table and flipped the on switch of his Krebstar 2000 personal radio, which immediately started blasting beachy funk music. And he proceeded to dance.

The students could make of that what they would.

[ooc: OCD on its way! DANCE, MONKEYS, DANCE!]

Artie was once again waiting for all the students outdoors, this time surrounded by a wide array of colorful flag-like material.

"Welcome back, my little Dada vikings! I hope you all have had a pipe week and are all rested up, because today we get active!" He bounced around in place for a moment, then struck a pose, arms out, holding bright orange signal flags. "Today we play Capture the Flag!" He threw the flags in the air and ran in a circle.

"For those who might not know, Capture the Flag is a game in which you have a flag! And so does everyone else! And you must get the other person's flag, which may be hidden in flags or possibly on their head, in order to win! And don't let them get yours!"

Well, that was a vast simplification of the rules.

"Be aware, students! Your flag could be anywhere, and perhaps might be only vaguely or not at all flag like! I have several samples here available to you. You can team up against your fellow students! Or you can try to be a lone wolf puppy! But the most important thing is to have fun!"

[ooc: wait for the OCD, yes? Flags away!]

Artie seemed rather glad to be back out in the field in the preserve for class, today. He was bouncing cheerfully about the clearing as he waited for his fresh batch of students to arrive. Would they be vikings? Would they be pirates? Would they possibly even be . . . ninjas?

Would Artie call them all vikings anyway? Well, yes.

( Welcome to Applied Dadaism )

[ooc: OCD coming is up. Woo!]

Artie seemed . . . extra excited for today's class. He was bouncing even more than usual, back and forth between two large plastic trashcans filled to the brim with various colorful objects.

"Greetings, vikings and pirates! Today we have the pleasure of playing . . ." He paused, possibly for effect, possibly because he had to bounce in place for a long moment and strike as many awkward muscle poses as possible. "DODGEBALL!" He grinned broadly, then seemed to add "vikings versus pirates" as an afterthought.

"Two teams!" He explained, standing exaggeratedly straight, now, shoulders back far enough that he was starting to arch backwards, then started to march back and forth before the students. "One will be over there!" He pointed to one side of the clearing. "One will be over here," and then to the other side of the clearing. The two trashcans marked out a line between the two. "Ammo!" He patted one of the trashcans. "Throw them at each other. Dodge them. If you get hit, you're out! Until you're back in again."

Artie's games of dodgeball tended to be sort of never ending.

"And most importantly, have fun!"

[ooc: *blows whistle* Have at ye!]

Artie wasn't at the meeting place on the preserve today, the way he usually was. Instead, there was a chalkboard leaning against a tree, including a map of the island and a note from Artie himself.

GREETINGS CAMPERS! said the note. TODAY WE PLAY HIDE AND SEEK! ONLY INSTEAD OF ONE PERSON BEING 'IT', YOU ARE ALL 'IT'! I HAVE HIDDEN SOMEWHERE! TRY TO FIND ME, AND WHEN YOU DO, YOU WILL HIDE TOO! DON'T BE THE LAST ONE TO FIND US ALL!

This was followed by an elaborate illustration of a grinning duck.

It was best not to ask.

[ooc: OCD is a-ready to go]

Artie was seated on thin air at a folding card table when the students arrived. Once they all were gathered, he gestured for them to sit down at any of the other tables set up (they, at least, had actual chairs).

"Welcome back, students! I hope you all have had a pipe weekend! I know I have!"

Each table held a fairly impressive pile of cards. Artie picked up a handful from his. "Today, we will play poker! But not just any poker, oh no. Any hand can win, as long as you can tell us why. Be creative! If you have three clubs, maybe they can bludgeon your opponents' three kings! It's up to you.

"Homework! Pick one day this week. You will spend that day being silly, in everything you do. Perhaps spend the whole day saying nothing but the word 'dreeble'. Perhaps battle an evil bowling ball. Make people ask you what you are doing! Make them think you are weird. Don't tell them; just let them wonder! Next week, you will tell us about your day of silliness!"

[ooc: Apologies for the lateness. I . . . actually just woke up. OCD on its way. is up. Go fish!]

Artie is looking just a touch emo. This could be because it's the last day of the workshop, or it could be because Mortimer still doesn't have his memory back. Either way.

"Welcome campers! I look forward to seeing what your Dada games are! Today this is your workshop! Tell us about your game!"

[ooc: short, uninspired, but up on time, weeee! I'm fully expecting most of these games to be made up on the spot.]

The main campfire area had been set up with picnic tables arranged in rows. Each picnic table had a pile of brochures, a pile of siding samples, and a tool box (filled with actual tools).

In front of the picnic tables stood a large easel with the words "Krebman dual-coated Aluminum Siding and YOU" on it in bright, friendly letters. Artie waited casually, not in the least bit posed, next to this. He was wearing his grey suit and turtleneck, and holding his briefcase. As the students gathered, he gestured for them to have a seat at one of the tables.

"Good morning, campers. TGIF, eh? Thank God it's Friday. Today I have a very special workshop for your delight, entertainment, and enlightenment. Now, who here knows what aluminum siding is?" Artie barreled on without giving the campers a chance to respond. "That's right, it's only the best siding known to mankind. It became widely popular just after World War II, when the surplus aluminum production was put to excellent and attractive use for modern housing. . . ."

He continued to lecture the group for most of the class on the wonderous nature of siding, how it was far superior to wood, and could not be matched by the so called "vinyl" siding of today. He harped especially on its dent-and-dirt resistant nature, and the lack of any need to paint it.

"But don't take my word for it, campers. In front of each of you is a piece of this amazing siding, as well as some common household tools. Go ahead, try it out. See if you can damage it. I warn you, it won't be easy. You also each have a copy of my card and the brochure. This week, I'd like you all to be my helpers. Fandom has a distinct lack of quality siding, something which we will endeavor to correct. Go forth this week, campers, and sell! (I will, of course, be collecting any money made off of sales as they will be made under my name.)"

[ooc: OCD is a'comin up. Feel free to ask Artie questions or act in a Dadaish nature, though that may possibly earn you detention, this week. I'm posting this Thursday night as I'll be AFK for most of Friday morning with an interview. SP is welcome.]

Artie awaited his campers in the main campfire area as usual.

Well, almost as usual. Today he was wearing a football helmet and seemed to have stuck a playground ball up his shirt.

It’s best not to ask, really.

“Welcome, campers! I hope all of you had a very pipe week. I know I have. The weather seems to have become Dada in our honor! And tasty! I’m sure you all have your own Dada stories to tell today, as well!”

Once the reporting on their days of Dada was done, Artie pulled the ball from beneath his shirt and bounced it on his head a few times. “Some of you know that I ran detention this weekend. We had a very successful game of dodgeball, there. So successful that I have decided that today, we are going to play our own game! Dada dodgeball!”

The field was nicely clear of kittens, butterflies, and pudding. There are six five-gallon buckets and twine, creating a rectangular playing field divided down the middle.

“These are your rules!” Artie held up a piece of paper with the words “rules for dodgeball” written on it in bright, friendly letters. Then he ripped it apart. “Have fun!”

[ooc: OCD is going up. . . . totally up now. Play ball!]

Applied Dadaism: Fun and Games was held around the main campfire on Friday morning.

Artie stood poised on a trampoline, completely motionless until it was time to get the workshop started. "Greetings, campers! I hope you are having a very pipe time at camp so far! Welcome to Applied Dadaism! I am Artie! The strongest man . . . in the world and I will be your instructor for these next weeks."

( What is Dada? )

( Today's activities! )

[ooc: Wait for the OCD, vikings! Go forth and be weird!]