locked_down | WEEK 2

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WEEK 2

[ Week 2 has begun. It's quiet and calm on campus so far, and you definitely aren't being called out for more. You know. BS or icebreakers. The wall is still deceptively easy to hop over, the birds are singing, Todd's somewhere on campus.

Welcome to week 2 of classes everyone. ]

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[ He stares....

....

...... and then stuffs another pancake in his mouth. ]

You could go and get yourself seconds and do it with those?

[Just keep crushing his spirits why don't you.]

But then where would be the audience participation? How else would I get everyone riled up in excitement and anticipation?

You could sit back here afterwards and I'll applaud appropriately as I finish my unspun breakfast.

Would you really?

As long as you don't steal my food, sure.

You don't have to worry about that!

[Clowns can only eat a select amount of foods.]

Alright.

[ Then... have at you, Gogol. ]

Impress me.

Get ready! Rile yourself up in anticipation!

[Whilst Akira surely is doing that, Gogol runs off to go get the appropriate amount of pancakes, and some sticks he picked up from outside and stashed in his room for this. very. possibility.]

The show is about to begin! Please, take your seat, and stop chewing your food to avoid the event of choking in awe!

[ Akira is absolutely putting food in his mouth and chewing it. Delicious.

But he looks alert, and interested. Go ahead and amaze him, Gogol. ]

[Bouncing into action, Gogol climbs atop a table to begin his balancing act. He starts off simple, holding the highly-stacked plate with just his arm, on one leg, and then moves to keeping it on his head. The pancakes slip juuuust a little, a dash of intentional wobbliness to keep the thrill up!

He takes the plate from his head, shows it to the audience, and then produces the stick, showing it clearly with his free hand. On top of it the plate goes, and, with a shaky start, he begins to spin it. Pancake upon pancake blurs together into a mess of brown-yellow tones! Just how are they remaining stacked on each other like this?

He moves from two feet to the one, and raises the plate gradually until it is far above his head. At some point it looks like Gogol is about to fall, but never worry! He rights himself just in time, the pancake show uninterrupted!

...This all happens in silence, as he is playing a soundtrack in his head.

And then, he is done. He nudges the plate off of the stick, catching it in his other hand. He takes a bow, holding the pancakes steady.]

Thank you! [To whatever applause there ~~may or~~ may not be.] I hope you enjoyed the show!

[ In his head, this is probably a masterpiece for Gogol. In these brackets, we will appreciate that moment.

As it is, Akira just continues enjoying his own pancakes, but keeps an eye on what Gogol is doing as well. And you know what? He's impressed. That's steady balance, and a sense of audience presence and how to entertain.

He can't fault that, not at all.

So he does finish eating long enough to give some actual honest to god applause at the end. Bravo, bravo. ]

Nicely done. You kept your balance well during that.

[ Because sometimes making it look like you're failing is tougher than nailing your balance the whole time. ]

[He hops off the table and rejoins Akira, beaming at the applause.]

You really think so?

[After all the talk of his own showmanship, he actually sounds rather coy.

He puts the pancakes down on the table, and slides them across to Akira.]

Here, I don’t need them anymore.