Tuesday Morning | The Gardens

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy had made her way up to the gardens again. It didn't matter to her that it was already starting to get warm and sticky out. The land needed love no matter how you may or may not feel.

She had dressed in another borrowed pair of trousers her brother didn't know he had lent to her and a mostly short-sleeved blouse. (Someone might need to take this girl shopping at some point.) She was careful to put cream on her arms and face so that she didn't get a horrible sunburn. She learned a long time ago how much sunburns could hurt and how she was prone to them with her fair skin and red hair and freckles.

She managed to get her unruly hair tamed (in a way) into a thick braid down her back and then set off to work among the plants. There were gardening implements nearby, but for now, she preferred to work with her hands. After putting shields around both of her hands to protect from the dirt and the plants, she put a light shield around herself and started happily moving about the dirt and plants.



[[OOC: Oh so very open.]]

The trebuchet on the campgrounds, Tuesday afternoon

[notmyownage]

The trebuchet was nearing completion. Soon it would be time for ammunition trials.

But, well, sometimes Claudia was impatient. Which would be why, despite having not yet perfected the counterweight system, she was loading the sucker up with some water balloons -- it'd taken some doing, but she'd finally managed to double up on the balloons so they'd have a chance of surviving the force of the fling and make it to their target.

Time to give this baby a test run.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The first balloon burst halfway up the arc of the fling, sending water all over the trebuchet and its operator. The second flung off backwards into a tree -- but at least the balloon survived.

This was way better than trying to figure this stuff out on paper.

[ooc: bleah, work. Open for distractination!]

Treeline By The Cabins, Tuesday Afternoon

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Today, the reserves group had been handwavily informed to meet near the treeline by the cabins. They'd also been informed to wear clothing that they didn't mind seeing get wet. The reason for this would probably be made perfectly clear the moment they gathered, considering the assortment of water guns and water balloons that were set out nearby.

Zack was grinning, with the biggest water gun he could find resting neatly on one shoulder as he surveyed the group.

"Today, we're going to combine a bit of what we've already covered, back when we had Jak and Triela show us around the guns, with a little bit of something new. You never know what kind of enemy you're going to face when the island gets invaded. Fandom has proven that much again and again. But one thing you should know is what sort of tactical advantage you can gain from your surroundings."

"And think three-dimensionally," added Kennedy, who had a much smaller pair of matching water guns in her hands and kept eyeing Zack's gigantoid one with a mix of envy and dubiousness. With a wry smile, since she still hadn't forgotten the rather dramatic lesson she'd gotten about it in Kaeleer, she kicked at the groundcover. "And keep the terrain in mind, too, especially if you're not used to stuff like fighting in the good ol' outdoors. Hey, we know it's freaking hot out, and we're making you run around in it, so-- water guns. But don't get the idea to just stand there and get hit to cool down, okay?"

"Same thing as last time," Jak agreed, "In reality, if you get shot, you're dead." These things were pretty simple. "Bonus points for anyone who rakes up a headshot count. Let's get some hair wet, guys."