Gym, Cheerleading Practice [Wednesday, After Classes]

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It was Wednesday after classes and that meant cheerleading!

Savannah had turned on music as she was pulling out the mats and setting up the table with refreshments and the sign-up sheet. She was very cheerful as she bounced around the gym.

[[OOC: Wait for the OCD is up!!!!]]

The Danger Shop, Wednesday Afternoon (After Classes)

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It was hard to say what the members of the Magic Reserve were expecting when they received their handwavey messages telling them to meet in the Danger Shop today, but it probably wasn't the assorted grunts and curses (of the profane, unmagical variety) streaming out from behind the room's control panel.

Karla stuck her head up, looking for the display. "Stupid, bloody, confounded piece of Darkness-bedamned--oh, hi people!" Leaning down, she hissed, "Guys? Guys! They're here!"

And then looked back at everyone else, wearing a cheerful smile that suggested they couldn't possibly have heard her swearing a blue streak just a moment before. "Glad to see you all got our message. Umm, welcome to the Danger Shop. Sorry there's no food, but the rules are pretty strict."

Merlin poked his head from behind the control panel as well, after pushing a few more buttons as though that would help.

"We'll--er--have extra next week to make up for it," He promised. "From J,GoB."

It was an important distinction to make with them.

"So, we thought that, after the confusion with the gremlins, we should have a bit more hands on practice where it's not just play-fighting."

Karla glanced back down at Tony, the only one of them halfway competent at technology, and decided it might be best if she and Merlin stayed out of his hair kept up the explanation.

"Exactly. So we've programmed the Danger Shop--or we will have very soon--to simulate an invasion Fandom's faced in the past: zombies. We'll have to work together to strategize, coordinate, and fight out the zombie menace. There will also be civilians to protect and rescue. This is going to be a very realistic simulation," she continued solemnly, "because we can't afford to be picky about what battles we fight. We've faced some nasty monsters before, so we know we can do it." Glancing down, she realized she'd been resting her hand on a button and moved it, trying not to look too guilty.

Tony looked up from the console and added, "I know it could be stressful to go through this again for some of you, and you're welcome to sit it out if you choose." He went back to studying the manual and entering codes into the console keyboard. Weird, some of these characters didn't look like any language he'd heard of. Oh, that one was probably the yen symbol and that was one of those things teachers wrote in red pen on essays that you were supposed to understand.

[OCD up! Also, please note: their experiments with the Danger Shop will be slightly more successful than their experiments in the kitchen (ie no one will DIE), but what they're expecting is not what they'll get.]

Fourth Floor Common Room [Wednesday night]

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Triela was normally pretty aware of her surroundings, and usually that would mean that she knew that something was up with Raven. But normally Triela wasn't staring furiously at a piece of paper in her hand.

She'd actually been pacing back and forth in her room most of the evening, but there hadn't been enough room to get proper inertia going. So she'd moved out into the common room to pace furiously back and forth. Her left fist was balled at her side, and her right fist was half-crumpling the letter in her hand.

"Find a date," she muttered angrily, "go to a dance." That was bad enough. "Take pictures." That last part was pure Alessandro. Hilshire may have written the letter, but he'd never demand pictures.

To be fair, Alessandro was doing it as part of his job, but that only made it worse. Because it meant she'd be getting criticism on them. She could imagine it now: you look to severe, smile more, your make-up is too muted, get some brighter colors, show a bit more skin.

She ground her teeth and paced faster, muttering under her breath.