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fandomhighdorms2009-09-08 07:58 am
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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon
"Today," Arthur announced, looking fit and rested after his first night in a room that did not have an annoying desert noble in it. "We will be talking about the kind of inconveniences that Fandom likes to drop on us from the skies. Sure, poptarts or syrup may seem like a novelty, but when we're dealing with it in a combat situation it suddenly takes on an entirely new angle. Because of that, we are going to spend this week coming up with potential items of rain, and how to deal with them."
He was not going to allow any laughter in his reserves, and his expression made it clear that this was not funny. No, not even to you, newbies.
Zack was not going to giggle. He wasn't. He was going to plaster the most solemn look ever onto his face and he was going to nod. Solemnly.
"We saw the syrup on Friday," he noted, crossing his arms over his chest, because it was easier to pretend that he wasn't about to start giggling like an idiot if he looked at least remotely professional on the outside. "Which was inconvenient enough on Friday. Can you imagine what it would have been like, trying to slog through that mess with a bunch of vampires or griffons or malboros bearing down on top of you? It'd gum up your weapons, get in your eyes. We'd be dead meat." A pause. "And extra tasty."
That was helpful, Zack. Thank you.
... Zack, Arthur was trying to be serious. Please don't make him laugh.
Which he was making an effortless show of not doing, thank you. "Those of you who've been here long," he said, "Should share what you know about what rains from the sky. There are things we should be able to stock up on in case an invasion coincides with one of these things, such as glasses when the rain is-- glittery." Not. Laughing. "There are also ways we should be able to use these effects against our enemy. Had the harpies attacked during the syrup rain, it may have slowed their flight considerably, offering us new chances to attack."
"Or like the rain of condoms over in that other--" Zack clapped his hands over his mouth, wide-eyed and blushing. And then he fell into a fit of giggles the like the world had never before seen. There was a moment of that, and then he moved one hand away from his mouth, waving it vaguely in the direction of the other people around them. They could start any time now!
Helpfully, Arthur reached over to give Zack a thwap over the back of his head. "Get talking," he informed the crowd with a restrained smile.
[OCDon the way! up, and it helps if I note that fact, self.]
He was not going to allow any laughter in his reserves, and his expression made it clear that this was not funny. No, not even to you, newbies.
Zack was not going to giggle. He wasn't. He was going to plaster the most solemn look ever onto his face and he was going to nod. Solemnly.
"We saw the syrup on Friday," he noted, crossing his arms over his chest, because it was easier to pretend that he wasn't about to start giggling like an idiot if he looked at least remotely professional on the outside. "Which was inconvenient enough on Friday. Can you imagine what it would have been like, trying to slog through that mess with a bunch of vampires or griffons or malboros bearing down on top of you? It'd gum up your weapons, get in your eyes. We'd be dead meat." A pause. "And extra tasty."
That was helpful, Zack. Thank you.
... Zack, Arthur was trying to be serious. Please don't make him laugh.
Which he was making an effortless show of not doing, thank you. "Those of you who've been here long," he said, "Should share what you know about what rains from the sky. There are things we should be able to stock up on in case an invasion coincides with one of these things, such as glasses when the rain is-- glittery." Not. Laughing. "There are also ways we should be able to use these effects against our enemy. Had the harpies attacked during the syrup rain, it may have slowed their flight considerably, offering us new chances to attack."
"Or like the rain of condoms over in that other--" Zack clapped his hands over his mouth, wide-eyed and blushing. And then he fell into a fit of giggles the like the world had never before seen. There was a moment of that, and then he moved one hand away from his mouth, waving it vaguely in the direction of the other people around them. They could start any time now!
Helpfully, Arthur reached over to give Zack a thwap over the back of his head. "Get talking," he informed the crowd with a restrained smile.
[OCD
Re: Discuss!
"I think with the right timing, the weird rain could either be a huge stumbling block, or else a big advantage. We expect this sort of thing, as residents of Fandom Island. An invading force might not."
Re: Discuss!
"It might be pretty funny, seeing their reaction when it starts pouring . . . I don't know, whipped cream in the middle of a charge. We'd have to make sure we weren't caught off guard by laughing at it."
Re: Discuss!
Hugs were great!
"I think with some of the people around here, laughing probably wouldn't be a huge issue." A beat. "I'm kind of picturing Worf screaming out a battle cry, covered in whipped cream. The mental image is awesome."
Re: Discuss!
Re: Discuss!
"We would officially have the most terrifying group of high-school kids covered in whipped cream ever."
And now Zack wanted this to happen.
Re: Discuss!
And promptly broke down laughing . . . not hysterically. But a lot.