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Lizzie Bennet was channeling all of her ... nervous energy into working extra-hard on her thesis. At least, she was trying to. Having a sex dream about William Darcy (William. Darcy.) wasn't helping matters.

Why, with all the men she knew, did her brain have to conjure up that one!?? Her brain was officially on notice.

... It really didn't help that he'd been really talented in bed, either.

(LIZZIE WAS NOT THINKING ABOUT THAT. SHE WAS STANDING IN FRONT OF HER IMPROV CLASS AND NOT: I REPEAT, NOT: THINKING ABOUT THAT.)

"Okay," she began, abruptly. "This week we're doing a fun game called Emotional Mirror. Pair off, and get up on stage. First person picks an emotion, at random, without telling the other one, and then the two of you start a conversation -- in gibberish. No real words allowed, but use as many hand gestures and facial expressions as possible.

"Second person, mirror that emotion back to the first one -- it should be easy to tell what they're going for, and if not, take your best guess. Play out the gibberish conversation for a couple of rounds, and then person two, it's your turn to change it up. Shift to a completely new emotion, and continue the nonsense conversation from there -- and this time, the first person has to mirror it back. A few rounds later it'll be the first person's turn again. Got it?"

She frowned, not sure about adding the rest, but opted to err on the side of caution.

"I know there's been some weird stuff in the air lately," she said, "and I'm not saying you can't use that as inspiration for one of your emotions, but please, keep it clean. Like, PG-rated. Okay?"

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Have some pastries! Food might help to sublimate those insane urges.

Pair off! First person, pick an emotion, play it nice and loud, but keep your words to, well, non-words. Second person, mirror it back.

Keep that emotion for a few pings and then, second person, you get to choose the next one. And a few pings later, it's the first person's turn again.

Lizzie is not twitchy. Shut up.

Jono is twitchy. In fact, he's looking borderline homicidal.

It's been a week. A very... special sort of week.

Kenzi, on the other hand?

Smug. She has a boyfriend.

Smiiiirk. And hand over some chai latte with whipped cream and cinnamon. "What up, Boss-man." Neener!

"I can't answer that question this week," Jonothon replied, continuing to look grumpy as he reached for the latte. "Not if I want to keep my job as a teacher."

He was completely charming when he was in a mood, wasn't he?

Yes, yes he was. A good thing Kenzi was mostly doin' okay right now, or things could get embarrassing.

"Awww. Don't tell me you haven't taken advantage of the free all-you-can-touch buffet that is this week?"

Kenzi, that is none of your business.

And the answering look that he gave her... really said about as much.

"I won't tell you, then," he replied. "I don't think we've got quite that level of openness in our relationship, Kenzi."

He had gotten a little something earlier in the week. But that had been days ago, and... Well. Days ago.

"Awww. Chocolate?" Look, she'd grabbed biscotti and cookies while she was at that shop. Feel the love, Jono.

Just, you know. From over there. Not any closer.

"Dude, I think the entire island is in an open relationship right now."

"An open relationship within the boundaries of common decency," Jono stressed. "I draw my line at students."

He was totally going to take some of that chocolate, though.

"This week can't possibly be over quickly enough."

The innuendo was just there for the taking, Jonothan. Don't expect Kenzi to resist it.

"And we appreciate that," she told him earnestly, and heck, honestly. It kept her from having to remember why it would be a bad idea. "'Cause turning you down would suck! So thanks for not bringing it up." She slurped her own drink, then offered, "You could get off the island?"

If the island was listening, she probably thought that was an offer of Jono as some kind of sacrifice. Or something.

"Yes, I'm certain the island would love that," Jono snarked, deliberately taking that the wrong way. "I'd leave... I'd fly toward that causeway if I thought it would do me any good. But I have a class to teach in the morning, and I'll be chaperoning th'Prom tomorrow night. Somebody needs to be around with a spray bottle in case students get too amorous in th'dark corners, after all."

He wasn't joking.

"Heh." Give Kenzi a moment to get past the very non-virginal sacrifice images. Heee. "Right. Aww, jeez, why would you want to do that? Why?"

"Because I'm a terrible person, and I also happen to draw th'line at allowing students to take each others' clothes off at school functions," Jono deadpanned. "Especially on weeks like this, when their actual level of consent might be suspect. It's for their own good as well as mine, when the island's antics end up mixing with the inevitably spiked punch."

"Meanie," Kenzi muttered. There went her plans for public sex with Toby.

Aren't you glad you're not really telepath-in-action any more, Jonothan?

"Why can't you hang out with Bo, see what she's up for?" She would never stop trying to fix up Bo. Never.

"You know, if I was actually in the market for another random hookup, I might even consider that," Jono replied, raising an eyebrow. "But if I can find a productive use of my time..."

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in Bo. In fact, the opposite was very much the case. She was a very attractive woman.

... He didn't think so highly of himself that he'd assume he'd stand a chance.

Please. Bo was very equal-opportunity. Fosse had tapped that during the last sex pollen incident. Jono was way cuter and smarter than that guy.

"I'll tell her you said that," Kenzi responded, tone airy. "Let her take it from there."

So yeah, deed might be done a lot sooner than Jonothan thought.

"Anywho. Fun with improv tonight. Also, cheap tequila at Caritas after, if you need to drown your distractions. Or just get them cheerful."

"Cheerful distractions..." Jono couldn't deny, that actually sounded tempting. "We'll see, luv. I might decide to blow off some steam with training tonight, instead. Last thing I need is to be caught in New York one of these days with--"

Today was a terrible day for a 'with my trousers down' or 'with my thumb up my arse' quip. He wrinkled his nose.

"-- a rusty right hook. I prefer coming back in one piece."

It's so weird not having LBD on Monday and Thursday any more. *SALUTES*

I do not know what to do with myself on Mondays and Thursdays any more. I don't.

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