fandomhighdorms | The Rocky Bits, Tuesday Afternoon

Arthur'd left a message to all about the change in location for today's drill, last week. He was in something of a better mood, although yesterday's spar with Lady Elspeth had knocked him back down to a normal grouch. At least he no longer looked like he was contemplating murdering his co-conspirator.

He didn't start speaking until he was fairly sure they'd gotten their haul of people for the day. "Today, we begin to work with our terrain," he announced, "And each other. You all have vastly different skills and powers at your disposal; now's the time to share them. You'll be venturing out to different defensible locations, spread over the seaside to your right," he nodded, "the Rocky Bits at your left," another nod, "And the ground you're standing on. Pick one, and set up a plan to make it defensible."

After a quick glance at Arthur, to make sure he had finished, Leto continued: "And after having made your own strategy for defense, some research will help you develop it. Find examples from various points in history of successfull defense of a geographic location similar to the one you chose and write a short report on your own conclusions."

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

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Someday, some version of Ben would describe a Jedi meeting as a showroom for the world's dullest textile factory. ~~Much like Eddie Izzard's routine about monks' clothing.~~

"Hey, it's functional," Tahiri felt obligated to argue, even though she much preferred the active-duty jumpsuits to her robes. "

"And therefore not fashionable," Dinah pointed out with a grin. "Superhero costumes are supposed to be both. As well as hide your identity. And possibly be a 'look at me, I'm a hot role model' thing."

"Too much work," Tahiri decided. "Too much hassle. I don't ever want to be a famous Jedi, I just want to do my job."

If Riina would let her, some days.

"Me too, but ... well. I don't want people finding out who I am, and Helena just refuses to wear a mask, so..." Dinah shrugged. "I could use a few ideas, at least."

"Point," Tahiri conceded. "Your world does stuff differently, of course."

"Yeahhh. Of course, Superman doesn't wear a mask, but everyone's pretty sure he looks different when he's not saving people," Dinah speculated. ~~Sure, glasses, that's a disguise.~~ "I dunno, I figured it'll be fun, if nothing else."

~~And give her mun a chance to pull out every silly outfit she's worn in 60 years.~~

"It sounds like it. Hopefully it won't be as weird as Captain Hammer's class was . . ."

"Captain Hammer."

Then Dinah had to giggle, 'cause sometimes she's twelve.

And that set Tahiri off giggling, because she was still riding the high from the podrace earlier, and sometimes she was twelve.

The Rocky Bits, Tuesday Afternoon

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