Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting, First Floor Rec Room [after classes]

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The rec room had the usual table of snacks and drinks. It also had, in addition to long sheets of paper and a mound of markers and paint, glitter.

Lots of glitter.

No-seriously-did-somebody-spill-that-or-is-it-here-on-purpose amounts of glitter.

"Parents' weekend is this week," Quinn said, with just a little sullen pout to show how she felt about the fact that, as far as she knew, nobody was coming for her. "Which means we want to present the school at its best. Which means today, we're making welcome banners so theevents have a little extra sparkle."

Or, you know. A lot of extra sparkle.

"Glitter makes everything better," Rilla agreed, reaching into his basket to take the rattle from Jims' hands and wipe it off. "Well, other than baby toys."

That can't be hygienic.

"Besides, we don't want the guests getting lost and wandering accidentally into the bar with the smelly band members, do we?"

"Unless your guests are into that," Quinn pointed out lightly.  "Or if you think they'll take the island better after a drink or two. In which case, maybe pick their seating carefully."

Rilla nodded. "Away from the space ship parking. I learned that last year."

Shooting Range, Tuesday evening

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Dave needed to practice. The recital for Parents Weekend was coming up soon and he hadn't thrown a single knife in months. He'd called home to let his mother know that he'd be needing his performance knives, but a quick look around the common rooms had supplied him with enough decent quality knives that he could at least get back into the groove before the weekend.

Of course, that begged the question of where exactly you could practice throwing knives at things around here without getting a detention for it. So Dave - quite reasonably, he felt - chose the shooting range. It gave good distance to the target, was relatively isolated, and there was even something specific to aim at! It was a win-win situation.

So that's where Dave was right now. With his stolen common room knives. That he was throwing. And yes, he still thought that Fandom was weird compared to Wisconsin.

[OOC: Open shooting knife throwing range!

Also, if anyone would want to get knives thrown at them for the recital on Saturday, please contact me. :D The job is taken!]