Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

"The fire drill last week had a good premise," Arthur began, as soon as everyone had gathered. Even if he'd disagreed with the execution of it. "We'll continue mapping out the island today, although our current task is far more simple. In the event of a sudden attack, we must be aware of the easiest and quickest trails leading to a gathering point or a way of getting off the island. When the alligators invaded, many of us met up at the park - that's one location. There are only two ways off the island: either by boat from the docks, or by causeway. I'd like you all to go to one of these three locations by use of the route that seems fastest to you. Then return to us, and we'll compare exit strategies."

Leto had managed to acquire copies of a map of the island. "These might be helpful when you decide on a route, and will enable you to communicate your choice with precision to everyone else." He held the maps up, and offered everyone to take one.

He nodded at Leto once, then turned back to those gathered. "In case of another invasion, we should meet in the park if the threat is dispersed, or at the gates when it seems to be more cohesive. That way, we'll be able to coordinate our strategy accordingly." He nodded at shamelessly modded Zack as well, and let the exercise commence.

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[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Her hand snapped up to bat his away as she spun toward him. "Don't touch me." It was cold and reflexive, and she sort of regretted it as soon as she said it because she knew he wasn't trying to hurt her.

[momslilassassin]

"I apologize," Ben said immediately, pulling his hand back.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was silent for a moment. When she did speak it was soft, just barely audible over the sound of their running. "I'm sorry. I just... don't handle people touching me very well."

[momslilassassin]

"It was thoughtless of me," Ben insisted, "since I don't either."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"No harm done," Triela insisted. After all, he had pulled back. Which was more than some people did.

[momslilassassin]

Ben gave her a cautious smile. "If you're sure."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela, barely, managed one in return. "I'm sure."

Then her expression blossomed into a genuine grin. "Enough dawdling, we're almost there." And with that she poured on the speed.

[momslilassassin]

He raced right next to her, grinning as well.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was perfectly content to finish the run to the docks in silence, the only sound the rushing of the wind and her feet hitting the ground (Ben's footsteps were quiet enough to be pretty much drowned out by her own).