Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

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"Okay!" Zack grinned as he bounced to the forefront of today's reserves meeting, more than happy to be able to take the reins today.

It meant that he got to be all responsible, or something. He was game for the challenge!

"Today we're going to focus on familiarizing ourselves with weapons that we might have never considered using! Because, let's face it, sometimes the unspeakable happens and we get caught in a jam without anything readily at our disposal but what we can grab from nearby. Either someone else is down for the count and you make do with their weapon, or you end up swinging around whatever you can reach. Being able to improvise is just as important as being a master of your weapon of choice."

"A broomstick can be a staff," said Arthur, who had no experience with that kind of thing. At all. Really. "Any sharp object can be thrown. Anything with an edge can be used as a dagger or a sword, provided you know how to use one, and where to look. I assume you all have eyes."

"And that's why our pile-o-stuff today is more than just the practise weapons we've been using," Zack agreed, putting his hands on his hips and grinning at the people gathered. "If you look close enough, you'll be able to find pretty much anything from bags of marbles to the kitchen sink. Grab something you'd never think of using otherwise, pair up, and put those weapons to use!"

Zack, of course, was making a grab for that random beach umbrella, there.

Arthur, meanwhile, was going for the broom. For no reason. Really.

[Please wait for the OCD! OCD is up! This reserves meeting is officially in-session!]

The roof - Tuesday after classes

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Chuck had found himself painfully bored after class. After finding out that no matter how much you pray to the TV gods nothing good will ever be on TV on a Tuesday afternoon, he headed up to the roof to smoke. That always helped with boredom.

He had brought a book with him (yes, he could read for fun) but after the weed kicked in he found that sitting on the edge of the roof and blowing smoke rings into the air to be much more entertaining.

[The roof is open omg]

Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Evening]

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Effy was was actually in a common room. Again. This time, at least she was feeling less like she'd be liable to jump people. Well, no more so than she might do on a regular day, anyway. She grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboards, and dropped down on the couch. Simultaneously, the television switched on, the theme music for Search for a Sexxbomb blasting from the speakers.

Oh. Hell no. It didn't take long for her to dig the remote out from under her leg, and she stabbed at at with her finger, trying to switch it back off, or change channel of something.

Nothing. Fucking lame. Had to get stuck on the worst possible thing. Effy tilted her head watching the 'performance', if it could be called that. Might as well be screwing on stage.

... and ew.

She was tempted to walk out and leave it, but if nothing else she could make bets over when the first piece of clothing would be ripped off and estimate how many people in the front row of the audience were sporting a hard on.


[[ooc: Open, and prompt themed! 'Search for a Sexxbomb' is a fictional talent show on Skins. Like a low budget and kinda dirrrty version of Pop Idol. Also ridiculously earwormy.]]