The Roof, Wednesday morning

[trigons_child]

The Raven that went up to the roof Wednesday morning was not giddy with love, but she wasn't wallowing in depression, either. She was calm and composed. Repression was a wonderful thing.

She paused to contemplate the garden, feeling a strange sort of rightness in it, as if she almost knew it had been originally planted by another half-demon with emo issues. Then she settled nearby and let herself drop into a meditative trance, allowing her Soul-Self rise up and fly free overhead.


[ooc: open as rooftops are -- she's conscious and aware despite her soul off sight-seeing. ;) ]

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla arrived to the meeting a little harried and late. She'd been running around trying to catch up on everything that she'd missed (had it really only been a week here?) and had nearly forgotten about the Reserves meeting. Fortunately, she'd overheard Francine telling Bond that Merlin was somewhere else, which reminded her about the meeting. However, that also meant that if there actually was going to be a meeting today--and there most certainly was, dammit--it was up to her to make sure it happened.

Completely off the cuff. Swell.

"Hi, everyone," she said, panting a bit from her mad dash to the Reserves. "Thanks for coming. Sorry about missing last week." She gave a vague wave. "Home stuff. You know how it is."

Well, no they probably didn't. Not her home stuff anyway. But that wasn't important here.

"First of all, I wanted to thank everyone who helped with the Support Reserves two weeks ago. You all did an amazing job and we all very much appreciated it. Extra thanks to whoever carried me to the Town Hall after I fell asleep in the library..." Karla trailed off, coming to the end of the (very little) she'd been able to prepare while running around.

A moment or two of thought--where she tried to look solemn and thankful, not like she was frantically trying to think of things to say--Karla decided to keep running with that theme. "I think that showed us just how important it is for all of our Reserves to work together in times of crisis. We may have different abilities than either the fighters or the...support..ers?" that didn't sound right "but that doesn't mean that there can't be an overlap. Or that we can't all be useful to one another."

"The first thing I'd like to suggest is that each of us drop by another Reserves meeting sometime. I'm not saying you should pick up a sword and start fighting or anything, but taking a few hours to see what the other groups are doing and getting to know them and their leaders won't hurt. It's always good to know and trust your comrades-in-arms." Man, that was a great idea! Not that it helped today. Damn.

"Uh, for today, however, I was thinking we could come up with some scenarios about how we can foresee ourselves helping the other two Reserves out sometime in the future. I don't just mean picking up a weapon or a book, but what are some ways that we can use our gifts to help them? Are there ways that we might get in their way, and, if so, what can we do to minimize those occurrences? What are things they need to know to best help us out?"

She gave them all her best unsure-but-game grin. "Let's start talking, shall we?"

[Please give me a minute for OCD-goodness OCD up. And you never saw any evidence of my direct copy-paste from my email. Shut up.]

Fourth Floor Common Room: Thursday Afternoon.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Anyone coming into the common room would notice that it had been re-arranged for a more formal seating area. They might also notice various bits of futuristic equipment that have been dressed up in various cloth napkins to resemble some very crude clothing.

Visitors might also notice that there was also tea, cookies, curds, whey and doilies. Lots of doilies. Omg were there doilies.

However the one thing that might stick out the most in this setting was a large Klingon wearing a very FANCY hat as he chatted with all the little bits of equipment and daintily drank tea.

Why yes. Gremlins were involved! How did you guess?

"Oh Mr. Tricorder!" Worf exclaimed in a high pitched voice. "You're almost out of tea! Please let me get you a refill!"

Tea is being served in the fourth floor common room. By a Klingon who possibly thinks he's Little Miss Muffet.

[And yes, it is open]

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[vanillajello]

Kate was hogging one of the sofas in the common room. The coffee table in front of her was stacked with assorted sign-making and craft supplies, including several containers of glitter.

She also had her laptop open, and was looking at a site with instructions for planning a luau.

She looked very tired, but she was in a good mood, and she had finally moved on from coffee to Coke.


[OOC: Open to all despite being up for party planning!]