Fighting Reserves: Shooting Range, After Classes

[brat_inslayage]

After handwavily letting people know to meet at the shooting range, it was time for the fighty reserves to begin! There were only two leaders at reserves today instead of the usual three. And maybe a little extra in the way of pastries, but that could be blamed on someone not eating so many before they even started.

"Ranged weapons are the topic today. Crossbows, small rocks, guns, a duck--whatever that can be thrown or projected at an opponent in a fight," Maladicta started. Though she was just going to let Kennedy handle the guns, thank you.

...like Kennedy knew anything about guns.

Or throwing ducks. Um.

"Which means we expect you guys to not screw around with the shooty stuff," Kennedy spoke up. "Not that I think most of you would, but just getting that out there. Disclaimers and all that. Anyone who's not so good with the shooty, now's your chance to practice, or pair up with someone who knows what they're doing and learn a thing or two."

A beat, then--

"...also if anyone has any clue when exactly throwing a duck would be useful, speak up. I kind of have to know now."

Duck throwing was a proud Borogravian tradition, thank you! Like starving and living in hovels.

"It would be surprising," Maladicta added kindly. "I'd certainly be surprised by a duck."

Kennedy shrugged. "Okay then!" She indicated the shooting range, and the moddable selection of weaponry laid out for everyone. "So now that you're all spring-break-ed out, go shoot things."

First Floor Rec Room / Kappa Delta Gremlin Sorority Meeting / Tuesday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

"Yesterday's class on sexual education and contraception was incomplete and ridiculous," Emma stated once everyone had arrived. "So. We are going to discuss this properly, and have some 'girl talk' while we are at it."

( There's a lot more to talk about than making water balloons. )

"And if you have a question," she added, with deliberate brightness, "You can write it down and drop it in this bowl and we'll do our best to get an answer for you before the end of the meeting."

[OOC: OCD up! Finally! Dear LJ, comments are for replying, not for nomming.]

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Sov wasn't very good at cooking. They also didn't take much of an interest in it usually. But in an attempt to cure that feeling of homesickness that sometimes showed up they were attempting to cook a winter vegetable soup. Note the use of attempting. Sov hadn't actually cooked this themselves before or paid much attention to how it was being prepared when they had been assigned to kitchen duty. They remembered chopping vegetables though, so now they had a pot ful of chopped vegetables, some water and very little else. The vegetables were rather overcooked, but the taste left a lot to be desired. Sov frowned, putting the spoon down after tasting. Some spices perhaps?

[A very open common room]