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Anakin had been beaten to the class by the school troll Fosse, who was already putting on an elaborate, extended, one-troll tap dance concert on the stage for the students.

"Well that was certainly something," Anakin said when Fosse wrapped up his second encore that no one, frankly, had asked for. "And since we now have 15 minutes left in the class, your final examination is to...replicate a portion of what Fosse just did."

Pop quiz final exam! Fiendish, Anakin.

sith_happened

"Today we're going to work on wire work," Anakin announced.

Would this result in teenagers being flung at the ceiling? Most definitely. "It's very important for using when you need actors to fly and do really cool stunts and other things integral to the theater experience."

At least to the theater experience Anakin liked. He wasn't a huge fan of the "stand around and complain about adult issues with no music" genre.

"Get into these harnesses and we'll get started."

This was why the school carried so much insurance. This right here.

sith_happened

Anakin was running late because Rory had drunk all of the coffee before he'd gotten out of the shower, so Anakin was in a Mood.

(There was a reason the moose had made Anakin teach drama, after all.)

"Today we're going to work on emotions," Anakin declared. "Take something that happened to you this week and make it dramatic." He waved at the costumes. "You can use props, too."

sith_happened

It was not delightful to be able to pick up on emotions this week. It was especially not delightful to have to explain it to a daughter who was old enough to pick up on it but not old enough to process it maturely.
Her "EW GROSS" was still echoing in his ears. From Sunday.

"We're watching a movie today," Anakin announced, bustling into the room. "That you will watch with several seats separating you all from each other. And then you will go to prom and I want to know about none of it."

Black and white Shakekspeare would help take the edge off, right? No one was going to lust after Laurence Olivier?

~~Everyone was going to lust after Laurence Olivier.~~

sith_happened

Anakin had dragged out the scenery decorating as long as he could (and probably a week longer than really necessary), but it had given him inspiration for today!

He dropped a pile of retractable, plastic swords and knives onto the stage. "Today, we'll learn stage fighting!" he said. "I've been in actual fights since I was six, so this should be easy. First, get warmed up. Five laps around the auditorium!"

Please, please, no one stab yourself.

sith_happened

"Today you're going to put the finishing touches on your set pieces," Anakin told the class as they arrived, "and then you will perform using them!"

Were you getting more explanation that that? Doesn't seem like it.

"You can work in pairs or go on your own for your performance," Anakin concluded.

sith_happened

Anakin was very pleased with his planning from last week because it meant it bought him more time to come up with something new to teach.

"Today we're continuing with our set pieces," Anakin said, using the Force to drag out the beginnings of a castle, a volcano, and a framework to swing around and fake sword fight from. "Let's get some color and some working lights and some, well, structural integrity, going on your pieces today. Ask if you need some help, I'm an excellent engineer."

sith_happened

"There's more the drama class than just acting!" Anakin told the students as they settled in for class. "There's also--" he glanced around for information because he had definitely not prepped for class, "--set design!"

Yes! Totally not winging this today!

"We have paint, big sheets of plywood and power tools," Anakin said, "and I want you to work together and create a volcano, a castle with a working door, and scaffolding that someone could swing on while doing a choreographed sword fight."

So. Easy stuff.

"We'll work on this over two class periods. Today is for coming up with ideas and sketching them onto the plywood. Do not cut any limbs off until I've told the town doctor what we're working on."

Safety first, kids!

sith_happened

Anakin swept into the auditorium with an armful of pillows. "Today we'll be working in pairs," he explained. "Each of you will pick a side of the pillow to hold and then I will give you a prompt about it, which you will act out."

That should be normal, right?

sith_happened

When the students arrived in class today, they'd find black and white striped shirts waiting for them, along with berets and white face paint.

Time to become mimes, kids! Aren't you excited?! Show it through action!

"Pantomime is an ancient artform dating back millennia on this planet and can be found throughout the universe, though the striped shirt part is mostly just Earth," Anakin began. "It's about conveying emotion or some kind of action without words. Today you will all get dressed as mimes--your first time working with makeup in this class--and then act out a scenario I will give you."

So these should be nice and normal.

"You have fifteen minutes to prepare."

sith_happened

"Hello," Anakin said, sitting on the stage and swinging his feet off the edge. "I hope you remembered you have to recite a poem from memory today. Let's be sure to focus on the speed in which you are speaking and how loud you are speaking. I will want to hear you at the back of the auditorium without feeling as if you are screaming at me."

He smiled. "And if you've forgotten, well, consider this your 45 second warning to invent a poem on the fly and sell it very hard."

Either way, it would be dramatic, right?

sith_happened

Anakin entered the auditorium--dramatically, of course--and swooped up to the stage. "There is a great deal of preparation involved in putting on a production," he began.

Or at least he had assumed so, based on all of the rehearsals he'd gone to for the holiday pageant. It wasn't like he was doing research to teach the class or anything, much to his wife's research-loving chagrin. "So this week for homework, I want you to memorize a poem--one at least a page long, no dirty limericks or haikus, please--and be prepared to present it to the class the next time we meet. As for today--" he pulled out a hat--"we are going to work on our improvisational skills. In this hat are scenes. I will read them out at random and when you get an idea, come to center stage and perform it."

So that would be a thing to watch. Like on that television show Anakin had been watching this week and stolen this from.

sith_happened

Anakin waited until the entire class was assembled in the auditorium before flinging the doors open with the Force and striding inside.

"The most important part of drama is making an impression!" he boomed as he made his way up the aisle, robe flapping behind him ~~like he'd been practicing it for decades~~.

Was making an impression actually the most important part of drama? Probably not, but Anakin wasn't exactly researching this subject.

"If you cannot draw someone's eye, they will never pay attention to the words you are saying!" he added. "So today, we will work on making a dramatic first impression. I have plenty of robes for everyone."

Because that would help? Maybe?

"Do I have to?" came a voice from… not the aisle.

Anakin was a Jedi Master and was therefore not at all surprised that they'd been joined by someone else. So…just ignore that little startle he'd done right then, please and thank you. "You absolutely have to," he said, turning towards the voice. "The robe is optional."

"Ugh," said the voice again.

After a moment, with some bumps and stomps, a robed figure shaped like Jaye made her way into the aisle, arms folded over her chest, hood down revealing only a scowl. Which actually probably made her look like a short Anakin?

And then she kind of stomped down like a four-year-old who was supposed to be watching this, Anakin, god.

Anakin snorted. "Behold."

"It's an entrance!" And it was, in fact, dramatically grumpy.

Anakin laughed. "It is. Class, this is my old friend Jaye. You might remember her from the pageant we watched last week. She will help me judge your entrances."

"And oh, I will be judging," she said, still from under the hood. Maybe she'd just keep it on?

The hoods were terribly comfortable. Anakin waved his hand. "You have ten minutes to practice. We'll start with…you," he said, pointing at random.

sith_happened

Anakin swept (very dramatically) into his normal classroom. "Hello everyone and welcome to Diploma--" and then he glanced down at his paper for the first time since submitting his course.

"--DRAMA? DRAMA?! I don't know anything about drama."

Well, not teaching it, at least. Anakin embodied drama. "I"ve only been in one play!" he said, then looked very thoughtful.

Two minutes later and Fosse was lurching in with a television unearthed from an AV closet that probably hadn't been opened since 2008. "Here, we'll watch that holiday pageant and, um, discuss the artistic choices we made."

Or mock the hell out Anakin, age 18, and his hair. Or both!

tequila_squared

"This is not your final exam, remember," Lito told his class. "Your final exam, such as it be, it is hard to judge art, will be on Wednesday when we perform for your fellow students. This is your final rehearsal, where we try to work out the rough edges and figure out what's available for costuming backstage." Yes, he'd completely forgotten until just now. Usually someone else handled this part, okay? "So, let's begin from the top."

tequila_squared

"And so now," Lito said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together with excitement, "we reach the final act of our play, where all is revealed and resolved, and everybody moves on or offstage at least once. So if you find you need to be onstage twice and we haven't accounted for that, please speak up so we can figure out what to do. Let's begin, yes?"

tequila_squared

"I hope everyone enjoyed your holiday," Lito said. It was not so much a thing in Mexico. "Today we move into Act Four of our play, and I just want to remind you that we will be performing the play in full on the afternoon of the sixteenth." Yes. He totally told you that before. Totally. Shhh. "This will be your exam. The period of time where you would normally be given an exam, we will use for dress rehearsal. If no one has any questions, we'll get started. So, Sebastian, please, and our clown."

tequila_squared

"This week, we are on to Act Three, in which things are getting more complicated," Lito announced. "So, if I can please have our Viola, yes, and our clown?" That would be you, Thorin. "And we'll get started."

tequila_squared

"Okay," Lito said at the beginning of today's class. "We have established what is going on in this play, and now it is time for a twist in Act II. So let's get started working on that. Does everybody know their lines? All right, let's begin."

tequila_squared

After last week's auditions, Lito had decided to just swap all the parts around entirely, or at least, as much as his cast would allow. To that end, he had ~~handwavily~~ notified the class of their parts and asked them to start learning their lines and come to class ready to rehearse Act I. Just in case anyone didn't have e-mail, he'd posted the cast list by the sign-in sheet where everyone could see it when they arrived. It read:

Anders: Maria & Valentine
April: Sir Toby Belch & Sebastian
Raven Darkholme: Malvolio & Antonio
Hanna Heller: Curio & First Officer
Kathy Li: Duke Orsino & Second Officer
Garik Loran: Olivia & Captain
Ada Miller: Sir Andrew & Priest
Ezra Sagishi: Viola
Thorin: Clown & Fabian

"Yes," he began, "almost all of you are playing at least two parts, and if I have made an error and someone is onstage at the same time as their other role, some of you may be pressed into service to cover for that--Raven, you may have to play the clown in Act V, as Fabian is also onstage at that time." Yes, he had cast Thorin as the clown, but in his defense Wolfgang had dared him to. "But we're going to make it work, and most of the secondary parts--most, but not all," he had to admit, "--are small parts, just a few lines here or there. So it will be okay!" he hoped.

"Now, if anyone has any questions or objects strongly to their casting, please let me know. Otherwise, I want everyone to start practicing their lines for Act I, alone or in groups. Let's get started, yes?"

tequila_squared

"You will be contacted sometime during the week about your parts," Lito announced to the class before they started. "Just as soon as I finish blocking out who's on stage when and figure out how we're going to do this. For now, auditions, if you please." He took a seat in the middle of the auditorium and asked, "Who's first?"

tequila_squared

"Our play this year," Lito said, pausing for dramatic effect, "will be Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. This is one of Shakespeare's comedies, meant to be performed at the end of the Christmas celebrations. We'll just be performing it a little early, no?" He continued speaking as he handed out scripts. "Now, the play has more characters than we have actors, so we'll have to cut it down a little, and some of you may be playing more than one part. It will work out, you'll see. Auditions will be next week, so pick a speech from the character you'd like to play and come prepared to give it. I have to stress that you may not get to play the character you want. If everyone wants to play Viola, then, well, we cannot have nine Violas and no Duke Orsinos, no?

"Twelfth Night, for those of you who are unfamiliar, is the story of the girl Viola, who is shipwrecked together with her brother Sebastian, who she thinks dead. Because it is unsafe for a woman to be alone in a strange country, she must dress as a man--this is even more interesting when you consider that in Shakespeare's time all the parts were played by men, so you had a man pretending to be a woman dressing as a man. Very complicated. She falls in love with the Duke Orsino, and Olivia, who the duke is trying to woo, falls in love with Viola, unaware she is a woman. This is a comedy, so of course everything will work out in the end. Does anyone have any questions about the play?"

tequila_squared

"I would like to put a question to the class this week," Lito said. "At the end of the semester, we will be putting on a play for the rest of the student body. I've already received a few suggestions about what that play should be, but I wanted to get your input rather than just announcing 'this is what we're doing.' Do any of you have a specific play in mind, or something you would like the play to be about? Are you deathly allergic to musicals? Let me know."

tequila_squared

"Today we are going to work on--communicating without words." (There was another word for that, one he'd meant to use, but he'd lost it. Nomi, help him out here. "Nonverbal," she said without looking up from her computer.) "Nonverbal, yes! Nonverbal communication is very important. Maybe you can't hear someone, or you don't speak the same language. Or maybe you're on a stage, or a screen, and the audience is reading into everything you do to figure out what to think about what you say. So. Divide into pairs, and communicate without using your words. One of you has a problem. Something like, you've lost your phone, or you don't know how to get to your hotel. You need help. How do you get your partner to help you without words? You'd better figure it out, because I don't want to hear any more talking starting now."

tequila_squared

Today the screen was set up when the students arrived, with Mr. Rodriguez nowhere in sight. A note read, Something has come up, please enjoy this classic play put to film.

Yes, it was movie day.

tequila_squared

"Ah, the monologue," Lito said fondly. "Where would the villains of the world be without it? Lost. Boring. More effective, maybe. Anyway, as an actor, the monologue is important. You can't have an audition without it, most of the time. It shows you can learn a script and give a performance. So. That's what you're going to do. I've brought some options for monologues, and I want everyone to pick one, practice it, and deliver it. You don't have to memorize it, that seems a bit much for one hour, but try not to spend all your time looking at the script, no? Take some time to practice, and then we'll start.

"Oh, and Miss..." Lito looked down at his roster and picked a name seemingly at random, "Heller. You will be my teaching assistant for the semester."

tequila_squared

"Today," Lito declared, "I would like for everyone to pair up and have an argument. I don't care what it's about, as long as it is suitable for the classroom, and you must keep it going. Try to select a topic you don't actually care about that much, or a position you disagree with. Arguing about something you care about already is easy, no? That's cheating. First person to break character loses. Any questions? No? Let's get started, then."

tequila_squared

"Good afternoon!" Lito said to his students, once they were all assembled in the front row of the auditorium, because seriously, this was drama, what did they need a regular classroom for? "I am Mr. Rodriguez, and I will be your teacher. I'm afraid I am a bit new at this, so please bear with me. Now, drama is an art form, yes? It's about making people believe something is real that isn't. It's about...well, it's about lying. So that is what you're going to do this week. You're going to lie to me. It's an improvisation exercise. Introduce yourselves. Give me your real name, because I need to check you off on this roster, but anything else that comes out of your mouth should not be true, and it should be convincing. I, for example, am a pharmacist from Barcelona who was recently working in San Francisco, before I discovered my passion for the stage." He sounded very convincing, and stood one hundred percent prepared, with some assistance, to convince them this was true. Or they could Google him on their phones. "Now, you," he said, picking a student at random. "Who are you?"

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Any students who may have forgotten that today is The Big Day OMG would find a note helpfully tacked on the door directing them to The Boards!

toteshammered.livejournal.com

Thor was... well, 'normal' perhaps wasn't the word. Typical, on a scale of Thor, maybe?

"My apologies for not being here last week," he started off with. His teenage self had decided an expedition to Alfheim was clearly a productive way of spending his time.

"As this is our last formal class, I invite you to spend it on preparation for the performance next week. I'm told some advertisment might be wise, and there are set pieces to be made. Or you could run your lines. And of course, if you have any questions, I shall be pleased to answer them."

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As the students filed in to the classroom, they'd probably notice the list posted on the doorway. And if they didn't, well.

"Greetings, class! As you may have noticed, I have selected the roles you will each play in our production. Please obtain a copy of the script," he gestured to the large pile stacked in the centre of the circle, "and begin to familiarize yourself with it. As I understand it, there will also need to be some 'sets' designed, and so I am taking volunteers for that! Mr. Starsmore at the Boards has ~~handwavily~~ agreed to open up his place of business for us to use should we need it, and so feel free to take advantage of his generosity!"

[ooc: preplay is ready to go here.]

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Today's class was being held in the auditorium that the drama room was attached to. Why? Because today was the day for auditions! Surprise!

Could you tell that penchant for dramatic speeches aside, Thor really had no idea how to properly run a drama class?

ANYWAY.

"I hope you have all perused the script quite thoroughly!" Thor greeted the students from his spot in the audience. "As auditions shall be held today. I will need you all to pair up and choose a short section of dialogue that you would like to perform! You may refer to your script on stage, and please do inform me of which role you are auditioning for."

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"Good Afternoon, class!" Thor greeted as everyone took their places in the usual circle. "I trust you all had an enjoyable Hallowed Evening last night!"

"Today I think we should begin working on our final performance for your fellow students. I hope you have all been thinking about what you might like to do for the individual portion of the show. I have found the script for a performance that I understand is a traditional part of the Midgardian festival that occurs near the end of the year, and that shall be our group piece."

Said script was... definitely not the traditional version. At all. "I would like each of you to take a copy of the script and read it through, and begin to think about which role you might wish to play!"

abitlowkey

There was no burly thunder god standing in front of the class room this Thursday. Instead, there was a god who could in no way be considered 'burly'. But he liked to think he made up for that in intelligence.

"Greetings, classmates! I am Loki, your teaching assistant, and I am here to fill in for mine brother this week." Try not to look too thrilled, guys. "In light of the weekend the island deemed fit to grant us, I believe we shall look back upon our childhoods and play pretend."

He had his phone out and ready to check on how the people of Midgard engaged in such play. It was very enlightening. "So, you may either decide to play at 'house'--why one would enjoy a domestic game I will never understand--or at 'cops and robbers'."

Easiest class ever, right?

"And then we shall mix them and have the homes you have created in tour imaginations be violated by the violence of crime."

Yeah. That was just... yeah.

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There came a point in (nearly) every class where there was a movie day. Today was that day for the Drama! students. As it was the drama classroom, there were no desks, but there were a selection of comfortable pillows for people to sprawl out on as they watched Secondary School Stage Show.

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Today class was meeting not in the usual drama room, but outside, in the park, as they'd been ~~handwavily~~ informed earlier.

Why were they meeting in the park?

"Greetings, class!" Thor bellowed. "Today we are going to look at the works of a certain notable Midgardian playwright, and I have been informed that he is best studied in the out-of-doors." Or he'd taken a witty quip delivered by one Tony Stark as fact. One of those.

"To that end I have supplied several speeches this man has written for the various fictional characters in his works. Please choose one! After some time, I would like for you to present to your classmates. Don't worry, I would not ask you to memorize your piece- you may keep the script with you as you perform!"

"Next week is the break, so we shall have no class, as you will be off adventuring in the far-off land of Africa. However! When we return we shall begin looking at our final presentation in earnest."

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The drama room was set up as usual, with the students expected to sit in a circle. In the middle of the circle were several berets and black-and-white striped shirts of various sizes (including, of course an Arietty-sized set).

"Drama is essentially communication!" Thor boomed. "The author of a play is communicating to the audience, and the characters are communicating to each other. Sometimes, this communication is rather direct and verbal. Other times, communication occurs through physical actions and gestures. Sometimes, it is a combination of both, which can make it especially complex when a person's words do not match the language of their body." Not that he knew anyone who was prone to that, Loki. "Today I thought we would work on non-verbal communication. To help set the mood for the class, I have provided the traditional costume for a form of Midgardian performance called 'mime'. I want you to find a partner, and one of you shall decide on a problem. Without words, I would like you to attempt to communicate your problem to your partner. Once the second partner thinks they have figured out the problem, they should suggest a solution. Again, without using words. See if you can communicate effectively through gestures and other movement. Then, switch roles and the second partner shall come up with a dilemma that the first partner must solve."

Once everyone had a chance to try out the activity, Thor gestured for them all to sit down again.

"I have been thinking about our final performance," he informed them. "And I think it would work best if everyone came up with a short dramatic performance piece they would like to do on their own or in a small group of two or three, and then we shall also do a performance as a group. So, although I know many of you will be busy this weekend with your guests, please start thinking about what you would like to do!"

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Today the drama room contained a sound system in addition to the usual drama-y equipment.

"I hope everyone remembered to bring a song!" Thor said, as he waited for everyone to settle in to a circle. "Because today we are going to talk about musicals. Now, while many Midgardian cultures have created some form of musical theatre, we are going to talk about the kind that has had the most influence within the culture of this nation.

And yes, there was a handout prepared for them to look over!

If you're marvelling at the fact that Thor knows how to use a printer, well... this success only came after he was informed that he could not, in fact, print out GIFs. Be glad. Be very glad.

"Now, for those of you who have brought a song- I highly encourage you to perform for the class!" Thor said enthusiastically. "If you did not bring one, but would still like to showcase your skill, I have procured a number of ~~moddable~~ 'popular music' selections."

After everyone who chose to had performed, there was, once again, a small block of time set aside for anyone to bring up any suggestions for the final performance.

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Drama room, circle, Thor. Business as usual. That he had a tiny orange tabby kitten nestled on his shoulder? Not quite as usual. But adorable!

"Today we are going to talk about something called improvisation. The ability to think on your feet! A quality that is much prized in battle, and on the stage as well. To that end, I have arranged you in small groups, and you shall be performing an activity called ‘Story Story Die’." He paused briefly to reach up and offer ear-skritches to the kitten on his shoulder. "Everyone in your group shall line up, and the person I point to shall start the story. Then I will point to someone else, and they shall have to pick up where the first person left off. If their continuation makes little to no sense, or if they hesitate, then the audience- the rest of you- shall shout ‘die’ and that person must sit down. Each group will continue until there is only one person left!"

Once every group had had a chance to go, Thor gestured for them to sit down once again. "I have set aside some time in case anyone has some ideas for the final show already. It is okay if you do not! It is early yet. But I urge you all to think about what you would like to do. For next week, I would like you to all bring a short musical piece that you enjoy and are capable of singing."

[ooc: ~~hold for~~ excessive ocd omg is up!]

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Once again, class was meeting in the drama room. And once again, they were going to be expected to sit in a circle on the floor. Aside from the area where the students were seated, the rest of the classroom contained a variety of ~~moddable~~ objects scattered about the floor- ranging in size from shoes to chairs.

"So now that we've spent the time getting to know each other a little bit, we can truly get started!" Thor said enthusiastically. "According to the research I have done," yes, Thor was capable of research.

... If by research one meant 'use the Wikipedia after Loki showed him how'. ANYWAY.

"Trust is an important part of any ensemble. Even if the group of people you are working with have vastly different beliefs and personalities, if you trust that your teammates will be able to work with you towards a common goal, you can accomplish anything." It was possible he was talking from personal experience there, yes. "To that end we are going to start with a game that is designed to build trust. For this activity you will need to find a partner." No, they weren't doing trust falls. That was just silly. Once the students had paired up ~~with a group of three if needed depending on how many ping in to play out the activity~~, he continued: "One of you will close your eyes, and the other shall act as a guide, telling you where to walk. You must be very careful not to bump in to other pairs... or to step on any of the objects on the floor. After a few minutes, I will ask you to switch, and the leader shall become the led."

Once they'd all had sufficient time to complete the activity, Thor bid them to return to the circle. "So: what was that like, to give control over to someone else? Did anyone find that their steps became more confident as you were reassured that the person leading you around would do a proper job?"

In the final minutes before dismissal, Thor addressed the class once more. "In our first meeting, I mentioned my desire to put together a show that you all will perform in. I understand that the end of the semester coincides with a popular Midgardian holiday that often includes dramatic performances as part of the celebration. Perhaps this is something you would like to do, or perhaps not! The content of the show shall largely be decided by you as a class- the goal is to showcase some of the things you will have learned during your time with me, and how you do that is up to you. I am asking you to take some time during the next week to come up with some ideas, and then we can share them next week!"

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It was probably not surprising that the drama class was meeting in, well. The drama classroom. Unlike a normal classroom, there were no desks, although there were plenty of chairs stacked along the side of the room. Half the room was carpeted, and the other half consisted of hardwood flooring with the walls and floor painted black. Large black cubes were scattered amongst the 'stage' area, and there was a rack of costumes off to one side.

"Greetings, all!" came the exuberant greeting as Thor came in to the classroom, gesturing for everyone to sit down in a circle. "I recognize many of you, but there are several new faces as well! I am Thor Odinson, and I shall be teaching you about the dramatic arts this semester!" Yeah, he was about as surprised as you were. Shh.

"Now, it is my hope that by the end of the semester, we can put together a show to entertain your fellow classmates- however, we can speak of that next week. This week I have set aside for everyone getting to know each other, and so we shall perform an activity entitled 'two truths and a lie'. I wish you to give your name, year of schooling, and then three things about yourself- one of which is actually untrue. Then, your classmates shall attempt to guess which is the untruth." He pointed at random to someone in the circle. "We shall begin with you."

When that was done, he gestured to Loki ~~if he was there~~. "Loki, if you are so obliged, I shall require your assistance once again this semester."

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