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There's suddenly a TV studio in a corner of the Mansion; one with chairs on a stage and an announcer's desk. Crowley's sitting at the desk, feet propped up on it and looking very pleased with himself. He also has a microphone. (Be very afraid.)
"Hello, Desperate Fans! Welcome to Whose Line is it Anyway?, where the points are like normal food in this place. That's right; they don't matter, because our food is usually rigged. I wouldn't know from personal experience, of course.
Anyways, onto the games!"
Typist: I'll be gone for most of the day, but I had to figure out some way of playing Whose Line without me/Crowley. ^__^; So, I'll be posting comments to the entry. Each comment is a different improv game, and the directions will be in the comment. Have fun! :)
ETA: Also, if you didn't sign your character up, s/he is still free to join it. I was just gauging interest/giving a way for typists to sign up their more stubborn characters. ^__^
"Hello, Desperate Fans! Welcome to Whose Line is it Anyway?, where the points are like normal food in this place. That's right; they don't matter, because our food is usually rigged. I wouldn't know from personal experience, of course.
Anyways, onto the games!"
Typist: I'll be gone for most of the day, but I had to figure out some way of playing Whose Line without me/Crowley. ^__^; So, I'll be posting comments to the entry. Each comment is a different improv game, and the directions will be in the comment. Have fun! :)
ETA: Also, if you didn't sign your character up, s/he is still free to join it. I was just gauging interest/giving a way for typists to sign up their more stubborn characters. ^__^