Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

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"Last one of these before the break," Zack mused, stepping in front of the group as they gathered behind the dorms today. "And so today, I want us to do something a little different."

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking over the group with only a fraction of a smile on his lips. "We're not the only reserve group on the island. There's a group for people with powers, and another for those who provide support like first-aid and food to us while we're in an emergency situation. So, today I want us to talk about what it is that both of those groups do that we, as physical fighters, can benefit from. And, in turn, I want ideas about the things that we can do in order to make their efforts run more smoothly. We don't want to be tripping on each other. We just want to see a threat and eliminate it in the most efficient way possible, and teamwork is what's going to get that accomplished."

Arthur gave Zack a quick nod. "There are many avenues in which they can be useful," he said. "The support group already helps us facilitate communication by phone, for example, and tends to our wounded. Likewise, there are spells and abilities that can help us improve our performance in battle."

He... didn't mean for that to sound like a Cialis advert. Honest.

"We've done this exercise before, but I'd like to underscore its importance. Find magic and support members. Talk to them. This is the only way we can find our common ground efficiently."

"Some of us are members of more than one group," Zack added as a final note. "You guys have the advantage here, clearly. The rest of you, powers or no, don't be afraid to swing by one of the other groups this week to see what it is that they're about."

[Open!]

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Despite the fact that Puck was still nursing his wounds from the other night, he decided to actually make an appearance in a common room tonight. He brought his guitar out with him to tune, idly plucking out chords as he ignored whatever was quietly on the TV.

He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.

[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]