First Floor Lobby - All Day (Tuesday)

[likethegun]

The Student Council's coffee cart was back in the lobby today, having been restocked with muffins, pastries, and other sugary sweets, along with plenty of caffeine. There might have been other things Sam wanted to be doing with his day, but his sense of responsibility was too strong for him to ignore his presidential duties. So, with the exception of cooking class and a visit to Anakin's office, he was around to serve anyone who needed a pick-me-up.

There was a radio in the lobby, but he was making sure to turn it off every time it threatened to come on. He liked Christmas music quite a bit, but there were certain songs that no one needed to be subjected to.

[I'll be around to pick up pings around 4pm EST!]

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Arthur scraped his throat after everyone had arrived. "I hope you all enjoyed Reno's presence last week. Today, we'll be concerned with two things, reservists," he said, "First of all, I hope all of you have taken the time to visit the Magical Reserves at work some time during the past few months. If you haven't, please do. They are hard workers, and worthy of our trust." After a pause, he continued. "We will all at some point encounter a foe using forces we don't understand." Thank God for that 'we', or Arthur never might have managed to get the phrase out of his throat.

"In such case, it's important not to panic, and to keep some kind of plan ready. A way to shield or shroud yourself. Keep hidden and strategize, or think on your feet, use your surroundings. I am not necessarily speaking of magic here; running into technology you don't know might have the same devastating effects." ...Boy, was Arthur happy he'd learned about guns before running into anyone using them.

"I'd like to open the floor for debate about the best ways to deal with an attacker who uses powers or materials you don't have a direct grasp on. How would you improvise? Likewise, if you have such a man-- or, er, a woman. If you have such a person on your side instead, learn from them. Find out what your fellows are capable of. That way, you won't wind up underestimating their abilities in a fight, and cheating yourself out of a good partnership." Cough. "On either end, understanding is our greatest tool. It might even bring you friends where you used to see enemies."

Arthur crossed his arms. "Secondly, we'll be repeating an old exercise," he said, "Pick a partner. One of you hides in the preserve, setting a trap, the other tracks them and tries to take them out." Beat. "Without lethal weapons, if you please. That will be all. Get to it."

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Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Eeeeverything was awesome. Everything. Okay, some left over weird from last week with all the marriage and stuff, but Jak was happy (and eager) to leave that part in the past. Especially when he had an enormous bowl full of nachos, some dip, and the television.

People were going to rue the day they introduced Jak to television. Seriously.

He perched his feet on the table, snagged a nacho, and turned the channel to professional motorcycling. Oh yeah.

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