Magic/Support Reserves: the Preserve, Wednesday After Classes

[thatsamilkshake]

When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely life_inshadow and trigons_child, with Karla's boobs presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]

Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon [ 07/14 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.



[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie was feeling restless. It was partially the dreams about Gran, partially the compulsion to go out to the woods, and partially something she couldn't quite place. She was resisting the urge to walk out through mulch to find things, though, so instead, she took to her common room to bake brownies.

Lots of brownies. Lots, and lots of brownies. Cookies had occurred to her, too, but she wanted heaping doses of chocolate, really. Some of the brownies had walnuts. Some of them had chocolate chips. Some even had little candies. But the batter itself didn't change, and she was able to distract herself by baking several dozen brownies.

Hopefully she'd be able to get someone else to eat some. Because even while slightly confused, Sookie couldn't eat 48 brownies herself.

[open CR is open!]