2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Noonish

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

It should probably be noted that Hinata was not a particularly huge fan of carbonated beverages. She drank them now and again, however, and was well aware of the basics: they were better cold, you were not supposed to shake them, and if you did shake them, for the love of anything, do not open them immediately after.

... Unless you were doing it to prank someone. Hinata was not that sort.

She had never heard of ‘straws might cause the drink to explode’, however. Which was why she was entirely caught off guard when her innocent looking straw was dropped in to the bottled drink, Hinata had sitting on the coffee table, and turned her attention back to her book for all of a few seconds before... well, the drink was, for some unfathomable reason, bubbling up and spilling all over the table.

Her book went flying as she hurriedly picked up the bottle and carted it over to the sink, trying not to spill anything further as it continued to overflow and wondering why had no one ever told her that straws could do that?

She set the bottle down, her hands dripping, and made a face as she went to get paper towel to clean the mess up. The whole room smelled strongly of raspberries.

And the straw looked entirely too innocent just sitting in the still fizzing drink. Hinata gave it a dirty look and went to see about cleaning the table before it got sticky.

[*shifty eyes* ... I fully admit that this is method RP. My cubicle smells like raspberry white tea ginger ale right now, ugh. Open post is open with the caveat of potential SP due to work, la.]

Magic/Support Reserves Meeting, The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven was just a little nervous to start the reserves meeting. She'd gotten more used to speaking up in class, but talking in front of a group of people who were all looking at her was a different story. A gentle nudge from Karla had been necessary to get her to step forward and begin to speak.

"Many of us here -- not all, I know -- prefer to avoid the fighting for our own reasons," Raven said. "For instance, I am a pacifist, and as an empath, the emotions that arise during combat are often very uncomfortable for me. I will deal with such things when I must heal someone, but I do not belong in the front lines of combat.

"But for those who are engaged in a fight, whether magically or physically, it is best not to do so blindly. When something invades Fandom, we must find out everything about it so that we know how to best repel the attack, and that is where we can provide much needed support. Some of us have abilities to use various forms of divination, be it tarot cards or crystal balls or prophetic dreams. Others are skilled with a computer or are more at home with books, and may have access to information that the rest of us do not.

"Today we would like to talk about what abilities, either magical or mundane, each of us have for researching threats to Fandom. For instance, I sometimes have prophetic dreams of the future, but I know very little about computers. I am just beginning to learn to use one." Just wait 'til she found Rumor Gal fanfic.

Third Floor Common Room [Wednesday evening]

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime had mostly nursed his headache from Monday into something reasonable, so now he was ready to do something. Anything, really. As long as it didn't involve lying around in his room.

Fortunately, there was a common room. And Jaime knew how to bake. At the moment he was whipping up three different cookie recipes at once. Not that he was planning to eat three entire batches of cookies on his own, of course. But this was Fandom, and he was in a common room.

He figured he'd have help.