Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Workshops

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Fear not, intrepid reservists, the cookies were back this week-- and a variety case or two of Vitamin Water, because dehydration was bad, mmmkay? The latter was courtesy of Kennedy, who looked like she’d put in a strenuous day already and was notably sans guinea pig, who’d been comfortably put up in the dorms since yesterday with plenty of water and food because someone’s Watcher had finally gotten the story of what’d happened in Bon Temps and ramped up the training agenda kind of brutally this week. She didn’t look tired, exactly, just... okay, a little bit tired.

“Last meeting of the term,” she noted with a creased-brow thinky-thoughts sort of expression and a touch of surprise. “Really snuck up on us, huh? We thought we’d sort of do a wrap-up thing this week, since it’s been kind of, uh... hectic lately, plus, finals. No big, just getting your thoughts on stuff you’d like to work on more for the fall semester, seeing if anyone wants to volunteer to do a show-and-tell kind of thing for everybody, stuff like that.”

“Talk about things that you were hoping to see while you were here, if there’s anything we missed out on, if there’s anything that we could have done better,” Zack twitched a wry little grin at that part. There was no way that you could possibly improve on the Katamari, okay? That had been awesome. “We’ll probably touch on things like map-making and stuff like that again next semester, because so many people have come and gone since the start of summer, it can’t hurt to get everyone better acquainted to the island again.”

Particularly in instances when large portions of the island happened to go missing, and people were stuck trying to get a positive ID on what was left.

“When you’re done talking, take it easy. Grab a partner and spar, or just run through your usual training exercises, or whatever you like. Keep an eye on one another, see if there’s anywhere that the people around you can help you along, or offer help if it looks like somebody is struggling. In the end, we’re all here to improve, right?”

“Or at least learn how not to suck,” Jak added. Look, he’d become comfortable with the fact that his role here was to point out the obvious crap Kennedy and Zack tended to forget. “If you don’t know how to shoot a gun, find someone who can shoot a gun. If you don’t know how to kick someone in the ass, find someone who does that. This isn’t difficult. You’ve all been in dangerous situations before, and I bet you’ve all sucked in them somehow. Taking care of that is what we’re supposed to do here.”

Life lessons from the mutant guy from Haven, kids. Listen good.

[OCD coming up, post is open!]

The Salle, Tuesday Afternoon

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After retrieving her sword from the weapon's locker, Maladicta was going to at least pretend to practice with it.

This somehow meant prodding the practice dummy with the dulled tip* with a half-hearted sort of interest. It was a start, at least. Somewhere, she was sure Blouse was despairing in her.

[[Open!]]



*There was very little need for a sharp blade when you could muster enough force to put it through a wall. If one were so inclined.

The Deck [Tuesday, Afternoon]

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Effy definitely still wasn't going to be going out of her way to be sociable. Like she ever did. But she was at least out on the deck, ignoring her problems in public with a bottle of water, rather that privately with a bottle of something stronger.

Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.

Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.

[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]