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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"Okay!" Zack grinned as he bounced to the forefront of today's reserves meeting, more than happy to be able to take the reins today.

It meant that he got to be all responsible, or something. He was game for the challenge!

"Today we're going to focus on familiarizing ourselves with weapons that we might have never considered using! Because, let's face it, sometimes the unspeakable happens and we get caught in a jam without anything readily at our disposal but what we can grab from nearby. Either someone else is down for the count and you make do with their weapon, or you end up swinging around whatever you can reach. Being able to improvise is just as important as being a master of your weapon of choice."

"A broomstick can be a staff," said Arthur, who had no experience with that kind of thing. At all. Really. "Any sharp object can be thrown. Anything with an edge can be used as a dagger or a sword, provided you know how to use one, and where to look. I assume you all have eyes."

"And that's why our pile-o-stuff today is more than just the practise weapons we've been using," Zack agreed, putting his hands on his hips and grinning at the people gathered. "If you look close enough, you'll be able to find pretty much anything from bags of marbles to the kitchen sink. Grab something you'd never think of using otherwise, pair up, and put those weapons to use!"

Zack, of course, was making a grab for that random beach umbrella, there.

Arthur, meanwhile, was going for the broom. For no reason. Really.

[~~Please wait for the OCD!~~ OCD is up! This reserves meeting is officially in-session!]

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Griff had promised weeks ago that he'd try this whole reserves thing out, so he was standing in the back, watching everyone to see what he ought to be doing.

Fiona was delighted to see him there and gave him a mildly ridiculous little wave.

He made his way over to her, feeling completely like he didn't fit in at this thing. "This draws quite the crowd."

She nodded.

"There's a lot of us," she had to admit, "but it's like Fight Club: there's all kinds of skills and all kinds of skill levels. There's also the magic reserves and the support reserves that I saw signs for."

"Yeah, I've seen those," he nodded. "Guess we'll have to see if I fit anywhere."

"The assignment today is kind of fun, though," she said, looking at the pile of junk.

"Seems that would be all about making a good choice." Not that he often fought with things. Or ever, really. "Maybe a nice hammer or something."

"You'll have to see what's there. I mean. If you want."

She was starting to wonder if he wanted to be here.

"Do you all fight every week?" Griff asked. It wasn't quite what he'd expected from the radio and what she'd said, besides him feeling like a kid late to the party.

"Not every week. Sometimes we scout the island. Other times we study things."

She looked at the pile and some of the things in it.

"...maybe they thought it would be funny?"

"It'd be funny to see you cut through everything with some used dental floss," Griff teased.

She waggled the little rubber band around her wrist.

"You'd be surprised what I've managed with just something like this," though she didn't really want to think about that too hard.

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He reached to tug at the rubber band. "I think I'd trust that it'd be amazing."

She gave him a wry grin.

"Cut through a Ferris wheel," she said, though it was obvious enough there was more to it. The Ferris wheel was the only one she really felt like sharing, though.

"Did you climb to the top and cut down through it?" Griff asked, wondering more about the logistics than anything.

"Actually," she said as she looked at the rubber band, "it was on fire. And stuck in the entry way. Just one of the fun parts of investigating an abandoned amusement park complete with psychopath."

"On fire?" Now his eyes were wider. "Did you hack it up, then?"

"Hacked my way through. We had to get out and the little girl wasn't looking good with all the smoke inhalation."

A twitch of a smile.

"Second trial."

"And a trial by fire at that," he remarked.

She ducked beneath her hair at that. She couldn't even think about Millhouse without wincing, half of him eternally on fire, never burning, his stomach a mess of nasty surgical scars that never seemed to heal.

"Right. The little girl was all right, though. Her name was Amanda. She was very thankful, or at least that's what Eliot said. I didn't get to talk to her much."

He tilted his head to try seeing past her hair. "You've actually saved a person. Of course she was thankful!"

"I guess..."

She looked around almost frantically now, not wanting to explain about how she'd murdered someone in front of a little girl. Or about how she was relatively sure the whole thing wouldn't have happened if she and Eliot didn't need the testing. Things to talk to him about some other time.

"I'll tell you about it later if you want," she finally said. "So! What were you thinking of picking?"

She seemed to disagree somehow, but he didn't push. "Sure, later," he agreed slowly. "I'm not sure what to pick, though I'm leaning towards grabbing something blunt since I'm not very used to weapons." Other than his own hands and feet.

"We might be able to figure out nunchuks for you, if you're familiar enough with working with them," she offered.

He looked almost sheepish, "I'm not very practiced with them, but I could always give it a try."

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