Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes

[bitchprince]

"This week, I'd like to consider our shoreline again," Arthur began. "We mapped them last year - you can find copies of the maps we've made in the usual place." Being at the end of the table with the sandwiches. "There might come a time where we find ourselves beaten back to the very edges of our island. In order to cope with this eventuality, we need to know which parts are defensible, and how."

He nodded towards the preserve behind him. "Be it the cliffs of the preserve, or the beaches, or the docks," he continued, "The water is of course a natural obstruction. If we are dealing with a landborne attack, it will mean having a line we don't need to pay attention to - but also little chance of escape. Barring those of us who can walk on water."

Not meant as a joke here, no.

"If they're coming in from water or the sky, different strategies might be needed. I suggest you all pair up and head to different areas on our shoreline. We can compare strategies next week, or earlier for those of you who'd like to reconvene ahead of time."

That would be that.

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The Roof | Tuesday Evening | 4/13

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

Hayley Fitzpatrick was sitting on the edge of the roof. Yes, it was probably entirely unsafe. But she didn't care, right now. She was sipping from a bottle of grape soda, thinking about the important things.

Mainly whether or not she should go back to Gotham, only to warn Elvis not to get fat. It seemed like a good idea, really. The universe would be better if The King stayed sexy and didn't die. That just made sense.

So really, she was trying to just think about things that weren't graduation. She didn't want to think about how soon it was, or what she'd do afterwards. The grape soda wasn't much help in this department. But it was tasty.

[ooc: Open roof, open post.]