Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

The gym [before classes]

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011 09:39 am
momslilassassin: ([neu] green hoodie)
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Well, it wasn't like Ben wasn't up ridiculously early each morning anyway, so after his usual run around the island and sunrise and a stop into the Perk for two coffees instead of the usual one, he made his way into the gym to meet up with his roommate for their first lesson in "how to defend yourself without killing the other guy."

It was a rather specific problem.

[OOC: Ben is expecting one, but open gym is open for interactions! Also, character's ridiculous morning productivity != the mun's. Ben's a freak.]
life_inshadow: ([neg] looking away)
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Magic & Support Reserves were meeting in the Danger Shop today, where a table of sandwiches and chips -- no cake, not after last week -- was set up near the door. The room as a whole looked like a large, grassy field with a slingshot at one end and a hill at the other. On the hill, smug-looking helmeted pigs nestled inside a complex structure made of ice and wood.

Tara was still frowning at the programming console. "So, uh ... I think whatever the other reserves did in here yesterday got stuck or something," she ventured. "We're ... trying to defeat the round green things. Which are pigs. And there are birds for us to load into the slingshot and use as weapons -- I think they kinda like it -- but if you want to use a different tactic, go for it...?"

If she sounded dubious about the whole business, it was because she still didn't understand the point of this game.

Raven wasn't down with the idea of using birds (projected images or not) as weaponry -- even if they liked it. She regarded the structure with her own puzzled look. "If you have any sort of mystical gift, such as telekinesis, you may of course use that instead," she said. She might have to send her Soul-Self over to knock over the blocks of ice and wood.

"I believe the pigs are supposed to be evil," she added to provide motivation.

Karla was really trying to figure out what the Fighting Reserves had been up to with this simulation. It was just all sorts of weird. "So use the birds--or your powers--to defeat the evil, uhh, pigs and we'll be good," she said, nodding. "Think of ways this can be used in defense of our island, okay?"

"...By throwing birds at an invasion?" Dolf's level of dubiousness was incredibly high. "Do we even have birds we can throw?" Seriously. He was not so sure about this. "Well, it is good to learn about throwing things, at least." He could do that. Even non-magically. "Which can be very useful, and using your environment," see, now we were getting somewhere, "...and, um, using bird eggs to make a good omelette?"

Yes.

[OOC: Written with [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, concept shamelessly stolen from [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining and [livejournal.com profile] inneedofcoffee.]
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Harper's smile was a bit wider than usual, but you would be smiling too if your parents were stuck in Romania and couldn't make it for Parents Weekend. (Harper wasn't sure why her parents were in Romania, but she didn't want to ask.)

She was grinning as she put out the mats, making sure to put some of the extras along the wall in case there was any runaway tumbling. She also brought a notepad and pen in case she wanted to take notes on any new business the squad wanted to discuss.
wrongkindofsith: (Tomb without a view)
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Barring spectating on Bruce's battles with the television, on the whole Cara tended to avoid the common rooms. But on those occasional days when she couldn't find something else to distract herself with, sometimes boredom won out. Which was why this morning found her she wandering into the the common room, picking up the remote and poking buttons at random.

~Magical pony, magical pony, magical pony frieeeeends...~

Not taking her eyes off the screen, she sat down on the nearest couch, wondering what exactly was going on with the colourful talking horses.

[ooc: Open common room is open (ETA - though I'm not going to be around to answer pings until my morning)! Magical Pony Friends = My Little Pony - Friendship is Magic.]

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