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“Me! Pick me Phil!” Tubbo waved his hands around, narrowly missing smacking Fundy in the face.
“Alright, Tubbo. Pick a prompt but make it doable this time please.”
“My last one was amazing what are you talking about,” Tubbo smirked. “But I think this one will work. White water rafting but it all goes wrong.”
Puffy, George, Niki, Eret, and Foolish all looked at each other.
“You just want to watch the world burn, don’t you,” Eret sighed.
“Me? Why ever would you think that,” Tubbo snickered.
“Questionable scene choices aside,” Phil groaned, inwardly regretting his decision to enable the- admittedly creative, but sanity destructive Tubbo. “I’ll give you guys a few minutes to decide on your roles.
Hushed whispers and a smack on the head from Niki later, the group settled down- exchanging looks and subtle cues, prompting someone to start.
…
“So how are we supposed to blow up this thing?” Puffy asked, circling around the deflated tube.
“What thing?” George muttered, glancing around at everyone.
…
‘Is he kidding?’ Foolish thought. George was never one to mess up during improvs, usually spinning out one of the best performances.
He was on the end of the semi circle though and had just woken up, Foolish doubted he’d heard anything.
Everyone else seemed to be frozen, thrown off by George’s confusion.
…
“Our rafting tube. I think the pump is somewhere around here, George could you go find it?” Foolish hummed, throwing George a look to take the out.
“Oh, yeah that. Sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night, still a bit tired. I’ll go look for it.” George silently thanked Foolish for the prompt and the out so that he could recuperate.
“Oh guys, I found the pump,” Eret called, pulling something out from under a pile of other supplies.
“Oh, perfect! Thanks Eret!” Niki called.
“Do you guys know who the owner is?” Puffy asked, rummaging through more piles to find things they might need.
The entire group paused for a moment, confused.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Eret said, voice threaded with a confused lit.
Puffy blinked a little before realizing. “Oh, I mean that this river looks a little dangerous, so I though we should ask about safety or something.”
“Safety shmaftey,” George said, walking back to them, his arms full of life jackets.
He dumped them in a pile beside Niki and Eret who were struggling to figure out how the pump worked.
“It’s just water, it can’t hurt us,” George said confidently.
“And now we’re all going to die,” Foolish sighed, showing Niki how the valves worked.
Everyone nodded, accepting their karma laced fate.
“Well there’s nothing of use in most of those piles, but we found a few helmets,” Puffy said.
“Nice,” Eret called. “We finished pumping it up. If everyone gears up we can go.”
Puffy distributed out helmets and George threw life jackets at anyone who held a hand up.
Puffy, Niki, and Eret tied their hair back, while Foolish dragged the tube and George to the water’s edge.
“So how do we do this?” Niki asked, glancing at the tube and the raging water ahead.
“3…2…” Foolish said, putting his hands on the side of the tube and crouching down.
“Wait what?”
“Oh SHIT! EVERYONE ON,” Eret yelled. He grabbed George’s arm and dragged him on to the tube, Puffy and Niki following suit.
“…1…. GO!”
Foolish pushed the tube off the ground and into the water, grabbed the handles and jumped on.
George screeched as water hit his face, soaking him through to the bone. “WHAT THE HELL?”
“ITS OKAY,” Foolish screamed.
“EASY FOR YOU TO SAY,” George retorted, getting another face full of water.
“ITS FINE JUST USE THE PADDLES TO STEER US,” Foolish shouted.
“….WE NEEDED THOSE???” Puffy shrieked.
“YES WE NEEDED THOSE,” Eret called trying to make her voice heard over the waves.
“WELL SHIT”
“UH GUYS, CLIFF!” Niki screamed, grabbing on to the front of Foolish’s life jacket and a tube handle.
“WHO THE HELL PUTS A CLIFF THERE?” George shrieked, his voice getting higher with each syllable.
“SATAN APPARENTLY,” Puffy called, screaming with the rest of them as they went over the edge.
“GEORGE YOU SUCK,” Eret screamed.
….
They all stopped screaming and looked at Foolish, the unspoken leader.
“Yeah let’s call that scene. The fencing club is going to file a noise complaint if we keep going,” Foolish grinned.
“Great job guys,” Phil said, still scribbling on his clipboard.
The team high-fived, George grinning wildly before getting off the chair and laying on the floor to nap.
“Oh my god, Dream get him,” Phil sighed.
“Aye aye captain,” Dream said, dragging George by his ankles to the back of the room.
Phil tapped his pencil against the clip board, waiting for the room to settle down.
“Now, for all of you, amazing jobs individually! There was a little confusion on scene setting and storyline but other than that it was very good. The screaming, while loud, was convincing.”
Phill grinned, gesturing to Foolish and Eret. “You guys were the ones who seamlessly and quickly aided any confusion, I’ll throw a special mention out for that. It took quick thinking and that’s hard to blend, good job.”
“Can I throw something in real quick?” Dream asked, walking over to Phil.
“As long as it’s not a love letter to George, feel free,” Phil joked, gesturing to the circle of chairs.
The room snickered, Quackity and Karl giving stadium worthy whistles and hoots.
“Just wanted to mention, good job on evenly distributing parts. Most everyone had a similar amount of dialogue or implied action and it made it seem more realistic.” He smiled at the group and then walked back to George.
“Oh my voice is dying,” Eret said, high-fiving Tubbo on their way back.
“I bet I could scream louder,” Tubbo snickered, cocking an eyebrow at Eret who sighed, already knowing where this was going.
“You better hope Phil’s in a good mood and Techno and Dream haven’t pissed off the whole fencing team.”
“They’ll live,” Tubbo laughed.”
“Okay so Tommy, Sapnap, Quakity, Karl, and Skeppy come on up and get your…” Phil started. He was swiftly cut off by the sound of a blood curdling scream. “Oh for fuck’s sake, TUBBO!”
Dream and Techno collectively sighed from the back of the room.
“I give it ten seconds.”
“I bet thirty, just cause Miller will want to flex his ass before beating ours.”
“Touché.”
There was a loud banging on the band room door and the fencing team stormed in, sweaty and panting.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
“Say, we haven’t sparred in quite a while Miller,” Dream said, strolling to the door, Techno right on his heels.
“What do you say, both of us against all of you?” Techno hummed, putting on his signature smirk.
The entire team backed away from the door, leaving Miller stranded.
“Maybe next time,” he called. “Just keep whatever the hell you’re doing in here quieter please, for the love of god.”
“Will do!” Phil yelled. “Say hi to Coach Dan for me.”
Phil sighed, staring directly at Tubbo.
“You shit. Ten minutes in the silent bucket. Go on.” Phil gestured to the large red bucket at the back corner of the room.
“Fineeeee.”
Tubbo meandered his way over and Phil turned his attention to the group in the chairs. “Remember, no taking your hands off the blocks. I’m looking at you Tommy and Quackity.”
The duo rolled their eyes but settled down when Phil clapped his hands.
“Dream you’ll be scoring this one so get on up here. While you’re at it, pick someone to do the prompt.”
Dream grabbed his clip board and walked to the front.
“Alright, I pick…”