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discedo_logs2008-02-14 08:49 pm
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Who: Ms. Frizzle and Iroh.
Where: Elementary School Playground
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: PG. It's Ms. Frizzle.
Summary: A magic schoolteacher, a prince without a throne, and board games. And a lizard, of course.
the log:
Liz perched easily on the roof of the bus, keeping a careful eye out as Ms. Frizzle rummaged around the back of the bus. The Emergency doors were cracked open, just enough to allow Ms. Frizzle plenty of rummaging room without letting all of her accumulated things burst out as they'd been threatening to do since she arrived.
In deference to the meeting soon to come, Ms. Frizzle had decided to wear a dress appropriately patterned with cards, dice, and other game pieces. As she carefully eased out between the doors, triumphantly holding a dented Backgammon case, her hand brushed the fabric and the pattern immediately began to...do nothing. No life, no movement. Absolutely nothing strange, or unusual.
Nothing magical.
Ms. Frizzle paused, her bright mood dimming a bit, but she quickly pushed it away and added the game to her slowly growing pile. Mancala with half the beads missing, Chess with all the pieces the same color, and now slightly dented Backgammon. Not a bad start.
Where: Elementary School Playground
When: Mid-afternoon
Rating: PG. It's Ms. Frizzle.
Summary: A magic schoolteacher, a prince without a throne, and board games. And a lizard, of course.
the log:
Liz perched easily on the roof of the bus, keeping a careful eye out as Ms. Frizzle rummaged around the back of the bus. The Emergency doors were cracked open, just enough to allow Ms. Frizzle plenty of rummaging room without letting all of her accumulated things burst out as they'd been threatening to do since she arrived.
In deference to the meeting soon to come, Ms. Frizzle had decided to wear a dress appropriately patterned with cards, dice, and other game pieces. As she carefully eased out between the doors, triumphantly holding a dented Backgammon case, her hand brushed the fabric and the pattern immediately began to...do nothing. No life, no movement. Absolutely nothing strange, or unusual.
Nothing magical.
Ms. Frizzle paused, her bright mood dimming a bit, but she quickly pushed it away and added the game to her slowly growing pile. Mancala with half the beads missing, Chess with all the pieces the same color, and now slightly dented Backgammon. Not a bad start.