002 - Oliver! [Action] Dance Troupe Formation!

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

[It's Friday Lunchtime in the Quad. There are people. Lots of People, and There is an instructor near the centre of the Quad and has two fold out tables there. He unfolds them both before hopping up onto them. There is a bullhorn too.]

Hey Everyone! This is instructor Westcliffe, and this is an intervention!

[He just lets that sit for a moment.]

Nah. Not really. But I do have something much cooler for you all. Tomorrow, Saturday I want anyone who is interested in joining the premier dance troupe in the Garden! No previous talent required and we'll take anyone. No elitism here.

[With that he beams. And just to show off, Puts the bull horn down, and jumps off of the table, twisting upsidedown in the air and landing on his feet in a perfect cross-legged crouch so he can twist dramatically to a standing position, sweeping his left hand and extending his right to create a perfect showmans bow.]

Sign ups here! First meeting tomorrow morning at 11am sharp. Late people will be given embarrassing introductory activities. Or not. Show up have fun! That's the Agenda!

Comments

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Seriously? I could learn to do a flip off the handle, too?

[ SO EXCITE! Only she doesn't show it, the lineface is still pretty much there. But her eyes are wide behind her shades. ]

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

Yup. And a Handspring. And even a reverse handspring with a somersault finish.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

I can do a handspring. But...

[ Looking around. NO ONE'S LOOKING. ]

I wanna learn how. 'M Jade.

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

[The clipboard appears in front of her.]

Name and Dorm number! 11am tomorrow!

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ She looks at her wrist; her dorm number's written on it, because she kept forgetting. She writes it down in practically illegible handwriting. ]

You're really excitable, aren't you?

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

Depends on the subject. Dance? Yes. Math, Science and computers? No.

[Wink.]

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Math is kind of shit.

[ WHO SKIPPED MATH? JADE DID. ]

Oh, what's your name?

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

Instructor Westcliffe.

[He smiles down at her.]

And I'll be deaf to language I'm supposed to punish. Just this once.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Oh sh-- [ can't say that can't say that ] shhhhhhhiny orange goldfish. That's what I meant. I totally didn't know that.

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

Don't worry too much. I work in one of the physical classes. It's natural to swear when you get hurt.

[He does stop to point out one little gap in that rule.]

However, there are words I do not abide by, and they will be punished. Also, just don't swear at anyone. That generally means punishment.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

Right. No swearing in this joint. Got it.

[ oh god she's gonna diiiiiiie her face looks like someone just submitted her to a death sentence. ]

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

There there. Substitute words. "Oh shi----ugar." "Oh F--Rick." That's what I had to do in training.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

My bro would wap me over the head for desecrating cuss words. Oh well.

[ She shrugs. This is hard. ]

Think I should make a list or something, so I don't forget. Sticky note it on the inside of my sunglasses.

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan! You need anything gimme a shout. I've got the rest of the rabble to weed out.

[And with that, he gives her a bow, a wink and starts handing the clipboard around again.]