Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

"Today," Arthur announced, looking fit and rested after his first night in a room that did not have an annoying desert noble in it. "We will be talking about the kind of inconveniences that Fandom likes to drop on us from the skies. Sure, poptarts or syrup may seem like a novelty, but when we're dealing with it in a combat situation it suddenly takes on an entirely new angle. Because of that, we are going to spend this week coming up with potential items of rain, and how to deal with them."

He was not going to allow any laughter in his reserves, and his expression made it clear that this was not funny. No, not even to you, newbies.

( Zack was not going to giggle. )

[OCD on the way! up, and it helps if I note that fact, self.]

6th Floor Kitchen

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was poking around on the sixth floor, making sure it would have what he needed if he wanted to start this new club thing.

He held something up, staring at it. "What the hell is a pan-ninny?"

Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

Bobby was, to put it quite plainly, bored.

Even the television had proved unsatisfactory in terms of entertainment factor, which is why he was now sitting on the floor surrounded by reams of paper with the television just on for the sake of background noise.

He was determined, you see, to build the perfect paper airplane.

[ooc: open!]

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[glacial_queen]

Karla was perched in front of the teevee, a bowl of (mostly burned) popcorn in front of her. She was rifling through to find the few decent kernals while flipping through the channels when she happened upon a male delivering a speech. Since it seemed to be aimed at students, Karla decided to watch.

"...Maybe you could be a good writer – maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper – but you might not know it until you write a paper for your English class. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor – maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or a new medicine or vaccine – but you might not know it until you do a project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a Senator or a Supreme Court Justice, but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.

Karla wasn't sure what half of the things he listed were, but the sentiments were good. And the speech was well-written and well-delivered. Karla approved. That was something she'd need to learn to do well once she became Glacia's Territory Queen.

...That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending time each day reading a book. Maybe you’ll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you’ll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all kids deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you’ll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn.

Huh. She was even a little excited to go to class tomorrow. She wondered what he would think about the Magic Reserves. Now all she had to do was figure out who this male was.

[Open like an address to the public!]