>>2296421I was beyond thinking things over. Trying to remember the moves Medea had done, and moving my lips saying mutely ‘watermelon’ over and over – the version Kathy was playing had a singer – I did what I could.
I was not sure what I expected. I wasn’t nearly as good as Medea and only started dancing because I panicked, but it was too far to give it up now. When I forgot what Medea had done – pretty often, I had only seen the video like three times – I made up my own steps or stood there like an idiot. My face never stopped being red, and the audience never started clapping or anything.
Everyone kept staring, the only difference was that everything that could bounce on me was bouncing alright. Dancing naked to cutesy Japanese songs was just not all it was hyped up to be.
It took a minute. A literal minute, but it happened. People started laughing at how stupid I was being. First the girls, then the boys and then… behind me. I heard her; Kathy too. Wasn’t this her idea? That bitch!
I didn’t know what else to do so just kept it going. I was dying of shame and it was still better that just standing there doing nothing.
1) Kathy keeps playing poor Lise like a fiddle.
2) Lise manages to direct the girls to the showers.
3) Lise can’t take it and resigns, running away. Someone takes her place (can vote with last options)
4) Jill wakes up and barely manages to make the wrap things up.
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Square on the face! I got him! I hit Duke with our carefully crafted bomb. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing; having hurled something at him and watching it explode right in his stupid Neanderthal kisser would never not have been funny. Erika very much agreed as I could hear to my left after I landed from my advantageous bombarding position. It was a nice change since last time Erika had seen me jump from so high up she had ended up crying.
