fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

This was going to be Reno's last meeting with the impromptu Fandom reserve corps, and he was looking about as restless as one might expect, pacing back and forth in front of the students assembled like a caged tiger waiting for mealtime.

"Okay, Rookies, I'm gonna get to do this just this once, so you better listen up! Sometimes, you find yourself on the field, on your own, with nothin' but your wits to keep you in one piece. Most of us ain't in the habit of walkin' around Fandom with a weapon in our hands, and when somethin' invades, they like to do so without givin' any warning, yo."

He stretched his arms casually, and then grinned and bent over to pick up a fist-sized stone.

"So what I want you guys to do is to bring up places around the island, like the preserve or the streets in town or the beach, and talk about what kinda strategy you'd have in case of a land invasion, or an air invasion, or an invasion by sea, yo. Hidin' places? Impromptu weapons? Who is there to run to if you're alone somewhere? How you guys plannin' on stayin' alive? Show us how you improvise, guys. It'll help us figure out what to do with you down the road."

He grinned, and then chucked the rock good and hard at a nearby tree, connecting solidly enough to chip away and scatter flying bits of bark.

"And then, Rikku's gonna talk to you all about explosives, yoto. Never underestimate the power of things that go boom when you're drownin' in harpies. Or zombies. Or dinosaurs. I missed the dinosaurs, dammit."

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Leto wasn't a drama queen either. He watched, arms crossed. At least they were getting closer to something resembling teamwork.

"Hello kid with blue eyes whom I think may end up as an assassin with Angelina Jolie," Deadpool said, making the rounds.

"An assassin?" Leto frowned. He didn't know who Angelina Jolie was, so he didn't comment on that. "Is that supposed to be an insult?" It didn't sound like one, but then this man was a little hard to read.

But Deadpool did know who she was so... "Angelina Jolie."

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with this woman," Leto replied. "Who is she?" This conversation was a little odd, but he decided to see if there was some logic to Deadpool's choice of topic.

"Blasphemy!" Deadpool proclaimed. "Clearly you need to see her. Raawrr. Now that's a chick I'd have no problem with adopting a gazillion kids with."

Leto raised an eyebrow. "Does she live on the island?"

"She lives in Africa. I think. I don't know anymore. I stopped watching E! ages ago."

A beat.

"Other than Joel Mchale. Oh, that clever man won my heart with his Miley Cyrus mockery."

None of this made any sense to Leto. "I see," he said. "But this didn't explain why you predicted I would end up as an assassin." Because that interested him more.

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"Fourth wall," Deadpool said dismissively.

This made even less sense, and Leto suspected the man was enjoying confusing him. "Are you interested in learning more about the reserve?"

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