Reserves: Danger Shop, Tuesday, After Classes

[brat_inslayage]

Reservists had been handwavily as per usual notified to meet in the Danger Shop today-- where the table of snacks (including a large and, uh, fairly elaborate cake) had been set up on one end, near a gigantic slingshot... and the rest of the Shop was programmed to look like a grassy field with a dirt hill on it. On that hill was a deceptively haphazard-looking structure of... ice slabs and wood? Yeah. With green, helmeted pigs lurking inside, looking smug.

Kennedy's expression was the epitome of WTF. "Programming this thing isn't my specialty, I'm just gonna say that right off," she began, holding both hands up. She glanced at the line of scowling, impatient-looking birds hunkered down near the slingshot, then back at the group, and shrugged. "The whole idea was to figure out how we work in a situation where we're going after someone who's all hunkered down in a protected location. And it sorta came out as a thing where we're gonna be shooting these guys at that thing to take out all the pigs and..."

She trailed off, embarrassed about having to explain this at all. "It's a thing."

She was so blaming Maladicta and the duck-throwing from last week for this.

Hey now, it was hardly Maladicta's fault! "...at least they're very streamlined," she said kindly, covering her mouth with her hand to hide a smile. No, she hadn't noticed the triangle shaped ones yet.

"Yeeeeeeeeeah." Kennedy gave the birds a dubious look. "You guys really sure you can smash through that thing?"

Stupid question, apparently: she got a loud chorus of indignant squawking for her trouble. "Okay, okay! God!"

Oh sure, get them nice and angry, Kennedy. "So, get to work," Maladicta said, eying the precarious structures those pigs were hiding in. "And try not to hit anyone with them."

The Dorms Gym / Kappa Delta Gremlin Sorority Meeting / Tuesday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

"The fun run is next week," Quinn said, once the sisters were gathered in the gym. "This week, we're going to do some warming up and relaxation. We're doing yoga." She personally thought yoga was for hippies, but her suggestion of cheer boot camp had not gone over well. Something about liability.

"Neither one of us is a yoga instructor," she added, "so we're working with a video."

Emma shared Quinn's private thought on hippies and yoga, but she'd add second-and-third trophy wives to the list of people who did yoga. They seemed to think it was some sort of magic that kept them from being the next ex-mrs.

"If anything hurts too much, don't push it," she advised, starting up the dvd and grabbing a yoga mat for herself. "I'm not walking anyone to the clinic."

Quinn started going through the warm-up sequence in the video. If she briefly got smaller, furrier, and floppier of ear as the cheerful German woman lead them through downward-facing dog ... that was probably a trick of the light. Right?


[OOC: OCD UP! Yes, you can change your character (temporarily) into any of the creatures on this list during yoga! Changing is optional, however, and feel free to have the Fandom Strange pass you by.]

The Roof, Tuesday Morning

[endsthegame]

There were reasons why Ender liked to be up on the roof sometimes, much like the beach. The draw of the open sky and the sight of the weather as it passed over was a big part of it. He had gotten here just in time to watch the sun rise feebly between the clouds, laptop under one arm but unopened.

He hadn't gotten a lot of data besides the updated map recently, and so there was only so much he could do. Pouring over old Formic schematics, maybe-- but he had seen those many times before, and part of him was waiting for the Hive Queen to wake up long enough to really answer any of his questions.

Or did she even sleep? He had no idea. She had been quiet over the past few weeks. If that had been her at all.

Sighing, he sat down. There were other things to think about, at least. What Ben had told him about Ship yesterday was worth some more thought, though Jane hadn't been able to answer most of his questions. The Darkness, the Force, philotic science: were they at all alike? And what did it mean, knowing that consciousness had manifested itself in at least two out of three?

He was going to use the roof for its intended purpose this morning, and brood on it.

If, sadly for the roof, more intellectually than angstily.

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First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday Night

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was in a particularly jolly mood this eve. She had just gotten word that three of her favorite people were coming for the weekend. So she'd run out and gotten chips, and soda, and come back and slipped Rock Band: Greenday into the game system.

She was ready to just be silly and sing and dance. And if people came to join her, even better.

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