Magic Reserves, Wednesday Afternoon, Preserve Near The Cabins

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There were no biscuits today at the Magic Reserve. Oh no, none to be seen. Just in case people thought that they were trying to poison them before.

Instead there were brownies. With a very tasteful sign that proclaimed them purchased from J,GoB.

It was necessary.

"Hello and welcome to the Magic Reserve," Merlin started, looking around. "Whether you're new or--um--always been here. Welcome anyway! We're part of the other two reserves that you may have already heard about. but we deal with more, er, or the less physical aspects of fighting. Precognitive dreams, floating things about with our minds, writing things in the air or healing with spells. Everyone is welcome here."

He turned toward his fellow leaders to see what they had to add because, well, he wasn't the best at getting everything important into a speech. Unless it involved Arthur.

"Oh! And I'm Merlin, by the way."

See?

"I'm Tony," Tony said. "If you're new, you might come from somewhere where magic isn't allowed or isn't believed in. Fandom's different. We don't think you're evil or crazy, I promise. That said, it's up to you how much you want to share today."

Karla stepped forward and waved. "Hi, I'm Karla; thanks, by the way, to everyone who came out and supported the bake sale. Anyway, today we've got a few things planned. First off are introductions; yeah, it gets old, but knowing who we are and what we can do is important. So, name, age, whatever you're willing to share about your powers, and then anything else you'd like you add. We're not picky."

Then she pointed over to another table. This one had nothing on it save a candle and a lighter. "For our non-introduction activity, we're going to ask you light the candle. Any way can; any way you want. So let's start!"

The Gym, Wednesday Morning

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It had been a weird, emotional few weeks. It had been a weird month. But nothing before compared to just how surreal Tuesday had turned out to be.

First of all, Kate had finally gotten a call from her old ballet instructor. Thursday next week, she was going to go to Baltimore to demonstrate her skill level to her potential new teacher, and if the woman liked her, she'd start taking private classes once a week.

Kate was supposed to be deliriously excited and cheerful right now. But she wasn't, and the reason was simple.

Tuesday was also the day Jason left.

...

Visitors to the gym shouldn't mind the girl standing by the barre in the dance studio, staring off into space while completely dance-inappropriate music blared. She was just trying to come to terms with just what the hell she lost.

This boded well for class later in the day. Only, y'know, not at all.


[ooc: Open for gym/dance studio/Kate needs, although obviously with a warning of a girl on the verge of a nervous breakdown.]

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Normally, he'd be out harassing Katchoo at this hour, but Katchoo was otherwise preoccupied and far be it for Arthur to acknowledge in any way, shape or form that he sort of missed her being human-shaped. So, in order to avoid the appearance of sulking by staying in his room with his copy of Salammbo, he trudged down to the common room to do the same.

He spent all of two seconds considering the idea of baking himself an egg, then discarded it. Instead, he scrounged around for some grapes and flopped down in a seat with his book.

Getting his own food. How the mighty had fallen.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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After a trip to the grocery store, Roy was ready to actually fend for himself for once, and what better to make on a chilly January day than some nice, spicy comfort food? That was right. Roy was making chili. From Oliver Queen's recipe. One teaspoon cayenne, three tablespoons chili powder, and a healthy dose of Tabasco sauce. God help the unwary.

While it simmered away on the stove, he sat down and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. This was shaping up to be a good night, really. Chili, TV, and the entertainment value of rookies experiencing chili that tasted like fire for the first time. Yeah, he had no complaints.

And for the record: Yes, he did have functioning taste buds. His sanity...well, that was more questionable.

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Gym, Cheerleading Practice [Wednesday, After Classes]

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It was days like this, Angela was really glad they actually didn't have a team to cheer for at this school. They'd most likely have to cheer outside at some point if they did, and God it was cold out there at the moment. Enough to put her off.

Here now at least it was heated, there was the usual loud peppy music and water set out already before she started pulling out mats. More her sort of thing, definitely.