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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"He might, possibly, have mellowed," she allowed. "But that's what he was like when I talked to him."

"And, it's not like I expect people to agree with me continuously? But if you're going to disagree I'd like more reasoning than that. I like a good fight, after all, but that's ridiculous."

"I wouldn't have stood for it," she agreed.

"And a good fight doesn't fall back on stupid excuses."

She grinned a little.

"One of the reasons I miss Eliot is because we used to fight sometimes. It was good for both of us. No one here is really equipped for vocabulary insult, though."

"Vocabulary insult?" she asked curiously. "And I'm totally good for a fight, 'long as you don't assume the fight is the end of, like, the world. That's boring."

She nodded.

"Eliot and I would think up the most obscure things we could say about each other to see if the other one could figure it out.

She smirked a little.

"Like if he needed to take a shower, I'd say he was starting to resemble a Amorphophallus titanum."

Ino blinked.

"...do I want to know what that means?"

Fiona laughed.

"It's a carrion flower. They smell like rotting meat."

"Ew." Ino wrinkled her nose. "That's revolting."

"You haven't met my brother when he needs a shower," she pointed out with a smug smile.

"I don't want to meet your brother when he's like that then!"

She shook her head, still laughing a little.

"He's not that bad, but things like that. He'd usually insist I was a polar bear or something and then we'd keep going. It's what we did for fun."

The Rocky Bits, Tuesday Afternoon

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