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fandomtownies2013-04-04 01:13 pm
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Improv Class, The Boards, Thursday Evening
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?"
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?"