Cheerleading Practice, Gym [Wednesday, After Classes]

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It was an oddly peppy K-Mart who set up the gym for cheerleading practice. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that it was the first time she'd done it. Why that made her so cheerful and bouncy, she didn't know, but she certainly wasn't arguing with it.


She got the mats out and everything set up before turning on the music. Appropriately peppy music, of course.

Magic Reserves, Wednesday Afternoon, Preserve Near The Cabins

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Today's selection of goodies from J, GoB did not include anything gooey (sorry, jelly-doughnut lovers!) The leaders of the Magic Reserve looked somewhat weary but everyone was in one piece with no bits gnawed or clawed off, so you could probably figure they came out of the weekend okay.

"Hey, everyone," Tony said. "We had a big attack this weekend, so we'll do the usual debriefing. How'd you fight these things? How'd you figure out their weaknesses? What worked? What didn't? What would you do differently next time?"

"Are there ways we can be more efficient?" Karla asked, after polishing off another donut. Look, she was hungry, okay? "Ways we can coordinate better? Get word out quicker? Any ideas about how to handle an enemy that uses similar tactics in the future?"

After the discussion, Tony spoke up again. "We're going to do a little trust-building exercise today, since we need to know we can rely on each other under fire. Trust falls. It's pretty simple. Pick a partner, face away from them and when they're ready, let yourself fall back, trusting them to catch you," he said. "Try to partner with someone you don't know very well," he suggested. "We're pretty good with trusting our friends, so let's branch out a little."

[OCD up!]

Third Floor Common Room: Wednesday Afternoon

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Having nothing better to do today, Gunn had set himself up on the couch where a rerun of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker was playing on the TV. Between laughing at the show he was busy shoveling spoonfuls of Peanut Butter Crunch in his mouth.

In his opinion there were few better ways to waste an afternoon.

[Open of course.]