First Floor Lobby, Wednesday, Feb. 9

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Quinn had an actual date to the dance. An actual date with Puck.

As far as she was concerned, that automatically made it a good day. (If one she wasn't going to tell Santana about, because she wasn't completely crazy.) She settled in behind the table to sell dance tickets and flowers in a fairly chipper mood.

She was just keeping a wary eye on the little flying dudes circling the lobby. They had a certain gleam in their eyes.

Salle | Afternoon | Wednesday | February 9

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Getting to the salle had been an ordeal today. Percy had found himself having to dodge little flying men that kept trying to shoot arrows at him. They were small enough and he was quick enough to dodge each shot but they were persistent little dudes.

Eventually, Percy had used Riptide to fend them off and keep them away from the salle so he could train in peace. That didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the door and windows in case they wandered in and tried to shoot him in the ass while he was slicing up a practice dummy with Riptide.

That'd just be embarrassing. He'd had one person profess love to him last Sunday and he'd actually liked that one. He didn't need to end up declaring love for a practice dummy. Having the radio broadcast that would just be awful.

[Open place, open post]

Cheerleading Practice // The Gym // Wednesday After Classes

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Harper got to the gym a little early to start setting up for practice. It was probably a good thing since she found herself having to dodge little flying cupids who kept trying to shoot her with arrows.

"Don't even think about it!" she snarled at one cupid, holding a gym mat to shield itself from its arrow. Needless to say, getting everything set up was going to take longer than usual.

Magic Reserves, The Preserve, Wednesday After Classes

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Karla had been surprised how easy it was to catch the little naked baby-things. Apparently, you only needed to stand outside with someone for a little while before attracting a horde to come and shoot arrows at you. After several near-misses, the leaders of the Magic Reserve had a number of them and a few ideas for today's meeting.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, jerking her thumb back at her shield, where the naked baby-things were milling about and pointing at the members of the reserves. They seemed quite good-natured about their captivity. "Today's activity is two-fold. The first thing we're going to do today is practice shielding. People are going to pair up and run from one side of the field to the other, trying to keep themselves and their partner from getting hit by an arrow, either by magic, ingenuity, or both. If you do get hit, the arrow won't hurt; instead, you'll find yourself madly in love for a few minutes, but it wears off quickly and we won't let you do anything stupid. That's a promise." Karla's mouth twisted a little. She really didn't like love potions, but at least with these little guys flying around, they'd all know what was wrong and why. "Which brings us to the second half of our meeting: dealing with friends when Fandom's whimsy affects their minds."

"It is probably best to make sure they are somewhere safe," Dolf tried. He was mostly lurking near Karla in hopes that that would help him stay out of the arrows' range. He was not fond of arrows. "Though sometimes that isn't possible. In that case you should probably keep them busy before they do something bad. This might sometimes be hard, so it is probably a good idea to talk about it, and to keep it in our heads at all times."

It wasn't strictly cowering what he was doing.

Tara wasn't cowering either, but the cupids got an askance look.

"And don't tease them about it, if they're sensitive," she suggested. "I get that it's tempting, but sometimes people just don't want to be reminded. Ever. I know it's tempting to film things, but I seriously think that's probably bad karma."

Even if it wasn't bad karma, it was still rude. Hilarious, but rude.

"Most of the time, people who are affected by Fandom don't try to do anything really crazy," Karla continued, "but people's feelings can be hurt or strain can be put on relationships and whatnot. An important thing to keep in mind is that those affected really aren't themselves and can't help it. Talking about things--either before or after an incident--may be very helpful, too. Open and honest communication usually is."

Glancing up at the shielded creatures, Karla nodded at the assembled members. "All right! Pair up and get ready to run!"

[Co-written with life_inshadow and swordsandsoccer. OCD coming up]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

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Bruce was just planning on spending some time in the common room reading now that his books were back to normal. The second he stepped into the room, a tiny arrow hit the floor by his feet. Then another flew a good eight inches above his head.

Bruce noticed the arrows were coming from a small cherubic creature across the room. "Shoo," Bruce said, half expecting it to be a gremlin in a horrifyingly accurate costume. The mini-cupid shot another arrow that went nowhere near Bruce. So Bruce whipped his book just past the cupid's head to put the fear of himself into it. The cupid scurried off as Bruce retrieved his book.

He didn't give it much more thought as he settled in to read about the history of cricket. But it was still out there somewhere. Lurking. Waiting to shoot someone with an arrow, only it wasn't as deadly as that might sound. Dun dun duuuuuun.

[OOC: I'm taking a road trip to Wisconsin tomorrow to measure a restaurant and hopefully be back at a semi-reasonable time. I need entertainment now to make up for the upcoming boring drive up and back. Please help me.]