"Aaaaalright! Time for icebreakers!"<br/><br/>Ian went back through all of his previous thoughts from the day, he could have<span style="font-style: italic">sworn</span>that he'd had a really good idea earlier. Oh yeah, shooting the school up. He weighed the pros and cons as he participated in the mass exodus onto the stage, and the small, sugar-high professor ushered them into a circle on the stage. He looked around at the other supposed adults in the group, most of them looking into the stage lights the way children stare at the sun. Incredible.<br/><br/>“Okay guys, here’s what we’re going to do!” the Hobbit woman called out, raising her hands for silence. “It’s super simple, we’re just introducing ourselves. I’m sure we’ve all done that before right?” She was attempting to joke poorly with them, and people were eating it up and agreeing. ‘Yeah, we’ve introduced ourselves before, we can relate to that!’ He was surrounded by fucking plebians. “You’re gonna step into the circle and you’re gonna tell us who you are, and then you’re gonna make a pose that tells us something about<span style="font-style: italic">you.</span>And this is<span style="font-style: italic">acting,</span>people, so be dramatic!”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Columbine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook…</span>Ian ticked off mass shootings in his head. He wanted to say it was worth it, but it probably wasn’t.<br/><br/>“I’ll start us out,” the professor said, taking a long stride - or, alternatively, half a step for Ian - into the circle. “I’m Professor Lisa Dorsey, I’ve been teaching theater for five years but I’ve been acting and dancing since I was four.” Then, to Ian’s horror, she did a pirouette. Oh Christ, what had he done.