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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!
That was Arthurian for a polite request, yes.
Re: Discuss!
Karla hadn't had the pleasure of interacting with Illyria yet, so she was ignorant of the special arguments that Illyria had used to persuade Arthur and Hannibal towards her way of thinking.
Still, this was the Reserves and Karla had promised that she'd be respectful towards Arthur in this context. And this context only.
"Fortunately, we were planning on discussing this very topic," Karla
liedinformed him. "So it will come up, yes."Re: Discuss!
Arthur nodded. "I'll look forward to that," he said. "Any ideas that spring to mind right now?"
Re: Discuss!
"I think we could combine this with more lessons about using the terrain to our advantage and learning the terrain well enough that we'll be functional even with limited visibility," Karla said after a moment's thought. "Also, getting the Reserves used to working together in situations like these. Friendly fire isn't, regardless of whether it's arrows, fireballs, or a sword in the gut."
Re: Discuss!
"It just hasn't happened yet because my mun is a lazy slacker.""We need to gather next week, see how we can arrange something like that."Re: Discuss!