Myth Into History, Week 7: Classical History III (When In Rome) [Thurs/1st Period, Danger Shop]
Today, the class tables were set up in the middle of a courtyard arena in a Roman palace. Janice's presence might not have been immediately evident to everyone, but anyone following the scent of cigar smoke would find her looking down at the class from the vantage point of the Imperial balcony.
"Ave, Caesar!" she called out from the balcony in (she flattered herself) her most stentorian tones. "Welcome to Rome, where you're going to get a quick rundown of a few Roman leaders who rubbed elbows with Xena . . . or got rubbed the wrong way by her. Not dirty, except in some cases where it so totally is. Let's start with the one who had the most to do with her: Caesar, Julius Caesar. Xena was a real thorn in his side, and let's be honest, he deserved it. For betraying and crucifying her, just for starters. Twice, even. Granted, the second time was on the Ides of March, so it didn't end too well for him either, but hey -- if she hadn't let Brutus in on what Caesar's plans for him were, he might not have picked up that knife."
She paused, blew a couple of smoke rings, then continued, "Actually, Xena got on the entire First Triumvirate's nerves, considering she had a hand in the deaths of Crassus, Pompey, and Julius Caesar himself. Hell, she was the one who took care of Caligula after he tried to make himself immortal." Under her breath, she added, "We're not gonna go into what Callisto had to do with all that."
Casually, Janice flicked the ash off the end of her cigar and held up the Danger Shop remote in one hand. "So for today's activity, we're going to ask Brutus and Caesar a few questions, all right?"
She pushed the button once to bring up a simulated Brutus (who looked, yeah, pretty much exactly like Mayor Braca in shiny armor), then again to bring up Caesar -- but a small, yapper-type dog who might've looked more at home on a dog food can appeared instead.
"Dammit."
She smacked the remote against her hand a couple of times and hit the button again. Caesar did appear this time, but for some reason he sounded just like James Mason when he said, "I wear the lauren wreath with the front part bitten out, and in two thousand years' time I shall be remembered as a can of small dog food . . ."
"ARGH!" Janice smacked the remote into the balcony railing in irritation -- making both Romans disappear and turning the entire Danger Shop into the interior of a rustic tavern. There were a ridiculous number of pies stacked up on the bar and the tables. Janice, who was now treed up in the rafters, sighed. "Oh, hell, I give up. Have a pie fight, or something."
[OOC: Class Info Post. Same as last week, I'm still stuck on the crap computer at work and pretty much out of commission, hence the pie fight, or there really would've been a Roman Q&A . . . but I found out today that I am slated to get a shiny new Athlon X4 dual-core processor machine, hopefully soon. OCD up, up, and away!]
"Ave, Caesar!" she called out from the balcony in (she flattered herself) her most stentorian tones. "Welcome to Rome, where you're going to get a quick rundown of a few Roman leaders who rubbed elbows with Xena . . . or got rubbed the wrong way by her. Not dirty, except in some cases where it so totally is. Let's start with the one who had the most to do with her: Caesar, Julius Caesar. Xena was a real thorn in his side, and let's be honest, he deserved it. For betraying and crucifying her, just for starters. Twice, even. Granted, the second time was on the Ides of March, so it didn't end too well for him either, but hey -- if she hadn't let Brutus in on what Caesar's plans for him were, he might not have picked up that knife."
She paused, blew a couple of smoke rings, then continued, "Actually, Xena got on the entire First Triumvirate's nerves, considering she had a hand in the deaths of Crassus, Pompey, and Julius Caesar himself. Hell, she was the one who took care of Caligula after he tried to make himself immortal." Under her breath, she added, "We're not gonna go into what Callisto had to do with all that."
Casually, Janice flicked the ash off the end of her cigar and held up the Danger Shop remote in one hand. "So for today's activity, we're going to ask Brutus and Caesar a few questions, all right?"
She pushed the button once to bring up a simulated Brutus (who looked, yeah, pretty much exactly like Mayor Braca in shiny armor), then again to bring up Caesar -- but a small, yapper-type dog who might've looked more at home on a dog food can appeared instead.
"Dammit."
She smacked the remote against her hand a couple of times and hit the button again. Caesar did appear this time, but for some reason he sounded just like James Mason when he said, "I wear the lauren wreath with the front part bitten out, and in two thousand years' time I shall be remembered as a can of small dog food . . ."
"ARGH!" Janice smacked the remote into the balcony railing in irritation -- making both Romans disappear and turning the entire Danger Shop into the interior of a rustic tavern. There were a ridiculous number of pies stacked up on the bar and the tables. Janice, who was now treed up in the rafters, sighed. "Oh, hell, I give up. Have a pie fight, or something."
[OOC: Class Info Post. Same as last week, I'm still stuck on the crap computer at work and pretty much out of commission, hence the pie fight, or there really would've been a Roman Q&A . . . but I found out today that I am slated to get a shiny new Athlon X4 dual-core processor machine, hopefully soon. OCD up, up, and away!]