fandomhighdorms | 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.

[OCD ~~on the way!~~ up, and it helps if I note that fact, self.]

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Zack pursed his lips a little, and then offered a shrug.

"I'll talk to you later about that stuff, if you'd like. The more working together on the same thing, the merrier, after all." He didn't much care for the weird blood between Arthur and magic-related things, but he understood it, as best as he possibly could, so he was going to bend over backwards to accommodate everyone at once.

"And the limited visibility thing could work in our favor, if we know the area really well! Just so long as our knowledge of a place is better than their noses or hearing, anyhow."

Well, Arthur had a problem with a lot of stupid things, like letting certain girls into certain clubs, but they were at Reserves, so Karla wasn't going to make an issue of it.

Except in her narration. Cause she could. Nyah.

"Well, assuming that getting all of the Reserves to work together as seamlessly as possible in the face of a possible invasion is always a good thing. Magic and steel is a devastating combination if handled properly. And can have devastating consequences if we don't handle them properly and we get in one another's way. Which is probably something all of us should talk about sometime."

Zack nodded his total agreement there, crossing his arms over his chest again and tilting his head a little.

"I think getting in one another's way is the last thing any of us want. Causing our own casualties would be..." There was a word for this. "Bad."

Good word, Zack.

"I use magic and a sword on the field myself," he added. Just for the sake of letting it be known that he was willing to walk midway if the weird blood managed to get weirder. Because he was a masochist, apparently. "Between us, and the Magic Reserve, and the Support group, we really should all get together and discuss what puzzle pieces fit where."

"I think Arthur's planning to call a meeting like that soon," Karla said. "But you're right. We may be three separate groups, but our goals are the same. And we really owe it to everyone to make sure that their trust in our ability not to get them hurt is well-placed."

Karla had Issues about such things.

"We absolutely do," Zack agreed, nodding. Any giggles he'd had before were totally gone now, and he was managing Serious Mode in a weird sort of attitude about-face. "The minute we stepped up and took commanding positions, we made that our responsibility. If people are going to listen to us and follow orders or anything like that, then we have to be prepared to get them into a situation and out again, alive."

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