Improv Class, The Boards, Thursday Evening

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In the basement of the boards was a small rehearsal area: a tiny stage, a number of seats. It had the right informal air for a workshop: not the intimidating air of the proper stage, but with a distinct theater vibe.

Lizzie was less nervous than she'd been last time, but that had been a one-off workshop, and not an actual class. And hey, she was a worrier, she could admit that.

She clasped her hands in front of herself and began talking.

"Hi, everyone," she said. "My name is Lizzie Bennet, and this is Jonothon Starsmore." Had everyone met Jono? If not, he was the big blue guy standing next to her. "We're teaching an improv class this semester, so if you're here for something else, then you're in the wrong place. In which case, stay anyway, because this should be fun. I hope."

( She hopes. )

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Stark Industries, Thursday

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William walked in to the store today only to find it rather garishly decorated in red and pink, with lacy hearts plastered liberally on the walls.

"Oh, now this is just ridiculous," he muttered. January wasn't even half over yet, and Fandom was attempting to decorate for Valentine's Day? He supposed he should be glad there was nary a cherub to be seen.

And hey, at least there was a bowl of cinnamon hearts on the counter to munch on while he worked on today's projects.