Fighting Reserves: Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes

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Yep, back behind the dorms today, with beverages and snacks and all that good stuff. You couldn't screw with a good formula like that too much, right?

"Hey, guys," Kennedy began, and did you ever have that vague feeling like you should be worried about something but there wasn't a single good reason for you to think you should? Because yeah. That was her today, if the slightly preoccupied air about her was any indication. "So I bet you thought tug-of-war was a strategy-free kids' game, right? Not so much."

It'd been a surprise to her, too, before she'd braved the wilderness that was a Google search. Spread out in the grass of the clearing was an arrangement of four ropes attached to a metal ring with carabiners, though, which she walked around as she spoke. A circle had been outlined in chalk on the grass, its circumference about halfway between the central ring and the ends of the ropes.

"So, this is a little exercise in teamwork and thinking on the fly. Split up into groups, each group grab one rope, and see if you can work together to win, 'cause this isn't gonna be a basic pull-harder-than-the-other-guy thing. And yeah, you can shift to one side or another and try to make the angles work for you. Group that manages to get the ring across the circle first wins."

Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting, The Deck, Tuesday After Classes

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The Sorority met on the deck today, and there was a fire crackling away in the firepit. S'mores fixings -- plus some fruit for people who wanted something healthier -- were spread out on the picnic table, and Quinn was perched on a wall as she started to talk.

"This is a planning meeting," she said. "We have a lot we wanted to do before graduation, and it's time to start moving or decide everything won't happen. We can't rest on our laurels from the fun run forever."

She tapped her clipboard with the end of the pen. "We'd planned on a job shadowing day and a date auction."

"For the job shadowing," Emma continued, "we'd considered the trooper station. While police work is not a job that most people associate as something women would be interested in, it is important to know all your options."

Emma would make a horrible cop, and wasn't interested in the slightest. But some of them might be.

"For the date auction, people would bid on us, with all profit going to our designated charity. This is just a date. Dinner, a movie, whatever. You are not expected to put out, and if anyone pushes it, kick 'em where it counts. Not that the boys here would push it, because they value their hides."

Quinn snorted back a laugh behind her hand. "We were also thinking about doing a volunteer day here in town. It's not glamorous, but there are always parts of the park that need weeding, and there's a day care in the community center where we could help out. If you have another suggestion, we'd be happy to hear it."

"We want to know what you want to do," Emma agreed. "Some of these could also be done jointly with the fraternity, if we wanted to show Gremlin spirit, or a little friendly competition, such as seeing who weeds the most or which organization raises more money. So speak up, because we have a lot of options."

Fifth floor common room [evening]

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Rilla had not turned the television on when she'd come into the common room. She was far too engrossed in the magazine she'd just discovered.

Look out, world. Rilla Blythe had discovered Cosmo quizzes.

If only she understood half of the things the questions were asking about!