Girls With Guns - Shooting Range [Wednesday afternoon]

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Triela had come in early to put up new targets for this week. Full-body silhouettes, with legs and everything. Someone wanted to talk about disabling people.

Which was fine with Makita; it gave her a chance to show off her aim.

"Salaam!" she sang once everyone had arrived. "Sometimes, you cannot shoot to kill. Sometimes you have questions, but a person, they seem to think running away means they do not need to answer those questions! In these cases, it is best to shoot to disable."

Triela grinned. "It's important to remember that no matter what you aim at, guns are potent weapons. You can kill someone pretty easily, even if you're not trying to. But! There are a few things to keep in mind if you want to keep people from running away or fighting without actually killing them." Hospital, not morgue. She had one of the targets up front for illustration purposes. "First thing to know, if you're trying to keep someone alive? Don't shoot them anywhere in the torso or head. Chances are you'll do something bad if you do. Arms if you want them to drop some sort of weapon, legs if you want them to stop running away."

"I like the shoulder," Makita suggested. "It's usually painful enough that they'll drop, and you can apply pressure to slow or stop the bleeding, which is harder to do in the arm or leg. Also, if they are running, it is easier to hit than a limb in motion."

Triela nodded at Makita, then shrugged. "Like I said, there's no guarantee that someone will live just because you hit them in the arms or legs. There are major arteries in there, after all, but it's more likely than if you shoot them in the head."

"If you've got any questions, ask. Otherwise, get to practicing."

Magic Reserves & Support Services, Wednesday Afternoon

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Unlike last week's meeting with its healthy offers, today's snacks were a tribute to comfort food. Pastries and hot chocolate were well-represented, though there were some fruits and teas, too. "Good to see we managed to survive another Parents' Weekend without something dreadful happening to the island. Or because of it, as the case may be." Trufax, Karla lived in fear of the day something decided to invade while her family was around. "While we definitely want to give everyone a chance to talk about the weekend, we'd also like to focus on something else."

If for no other reason than because people might be all PW'd out by now.

"One of the best parts about coming to Fandom is that there's always someone out there with a different viewpoint. Sometimes it's hard to accept or find common ground--" and Karla was just going to not look at anyone right there, "--but as long as the conversation stays civil and polite, there's no reason that dissimilar viewpoints have to lead to anger or hurt feelings. In fact, different experiences can lead to something very useful and important: new ideas. Synthesis between several different views, leading to something new and interesting. We all have to learn to think outside the our personal boxes."

"That leads us to today's activity." From behind the leaders, Karla picked up a big cardboard box and spilled the contents out onto the end of the table. Out spilled several lengths of cork, candlestubs, and several boxes of tacks. "Form little groups and decide how to affix your lighted candle to the cork wall, without letting any of the candlewax drip onto the ground below. The only materials you can work with are your candle, your box of tacks, and whatever powers and ingenuity your group can lay claim to."

"You may use whatever knowledge or gifts you possess to light the candle," Raven said. She had to wonder if teleporting it to a volcano would count or not. "But it must be lit when you affix it to the corkboard."'

"But don't burn yourself," Tara winced, because ow. "And...like Karla said, if you need to talk about your guests, we're all here."

Cheerleading Practice, The Gym, Wednesday after classes [10/6]

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Harper felt the need to burn off some energy, so she handwavily contacted the cheerleaders and wannabe cheerleaders to let them know that there would be a practice today.

"Hey guys! Welcome to cheerleading," she announced once everyone got there. "We're still trying to figure out a convenient date for tryouts, but for now, everyone is welcome to join us. I thought we could go over some cheers and practice some jumps so everyone's ready to do their best at tryouts." Considering that most of the squad had graduated, Harper figured they'd take just about everyone who showed up at tryouts anyway.

"So let's turn up the music, grab a pair of pom poms, and get ready to cheer!" finished Harper, bouncing in place.

[Please wait for the We have OCD!]

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

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Ender had gotten up despicably early, of course; milling around the roof until he grew tired of that, and then heading back indoors. He had no particular plans for the day, and that always served to make him restless.

So to the common room it was, and soon he was digging through the cabinets looking for the ingredients for his morning coffee. His caffeine addition was almost getting worrisome, but at least it helped him think. Focus on things that weren't Peter, or Val, or the topsy-turvy mess that was his family.

He might have lingered near the cabinets longer than strictly necessary, and by the end of it, there was a neat stack of sandwiches as well as the coffee, ready for consumption.

[[ open! ]]

Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening [ 10/06 ].

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It had been an interesting Wednesday for Alexander, what with a fake cat at the store that he was pretty sure was following him and then his usual issues with the reserves meeting. Top that all off with the demands that had come from his mother after his visit, and he was feeling the need for something grounding that didn't take too much concentration on his nice little bag of issues.

That, of course, meant turning to cooking. And, so that the habitual activity wouldn't bring up other facets of his past, he was at least challenging himself with making something new. After all, he'd enjoyed so many different pizzas on the island before, yet he had failed to actually make one himself.

He was finding it to be fairly successful thus far. And perfectly cathartic, as well.


[[ open common room is open, of course! PIIIZZZAAAA. I want pizza now. Figures. ]]