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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

Zack was a little more laid-back then usual today when he stepped up to address the members of the reserves. His arms were clasped behind his back, and he was all but standing at attention when he spoke.

"Today, we're going to discuss something a little more specific than usual," he stated, looking around at the group. "Search and rescue missions, in case somebody goes missing during a raid or invasion. I know, we can't get too greatly into detail, considering it's difficult to tell these things if you don't know the nature of your enemy, but I'd like to get into some generalizations, if we can. Basic stuff, like staying in groups, using our phones to keep in contact with a main party, maybe the support reserves, at specific times in case we go missing too. If there are people with better noses or tracking abilities, that's awesome. If anyone knows of anyone from the magic reserve with a sixth sense for finding people, that's great, too."

"It is also useful to review our maps once more," Arthur cut in. "I would suggest that you split off and scout out specific sections of the island in groups of two or three, so that when we have the need of a specific knowledge of a particular area, we'll have someone aware of the details. Which is not to say," he said, after a pause, "That we don't want all of you knowing the island's specifics to the best of your ability. Should a search and rescue mission be needed, we must waste the least amount of time on figuring out where on God's green Earth we are."

Beat.

"If any of you would like to volunteer to scout out the closest few acres of mainland, we could possibly use that knowledge to our advantage as well."

Zack nodded, and then swayed almost uncomfortably on his heels before he added, "and when we're done discussing that, I've noticed that a few of you have been kinda making faces and grumbling at the activities and discussions that we do here at the Tuesday reserves. If you guys have anything that you would like to see us doing more or less of, please, let us know, and we'll try to work it in. Leto, Arthur, and I all have very different experiences, so we understand that you guys probably do, too."

"Keep in mind that our suggestions may not always seem to make sense to you, but we do know what we're doing," Arthur added, "And for the purposes of this reserve, we'd like to assume you do as well in your own way."

That was... encouraging, Arthur.

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Zack might be in a bit of a funk, but that totally didn't stop him from smuggling in cookies and juice.

It would take a lot to stop him from smuggling in cookies and juice.

And no power in the world could stop Gabrielle from availing herself of cookies and juice.

They don't have Oreos in the ancient world -- do you have any idea what a tragedy that is?!?

She was totally going to nibble on cookies! And have some juice!

As she contemplated ways to say 'hi, I can infiltrate a place no problem' without going into the whole possession thing.

Illyria was there, no more mingly than ever, but at least she'd got the arrival part down, after a week with no schedule and nothing to do but roam the island to her heart's content. As it were. It was doubtful that she had a heart, and she hadn't been content in millennia.

She should not have been vaguely bothered by thoughts of this weekend's upcoming 'social event' engendered by this morning's class, but... it was Aeryn Sun. She could make even Illyria nervous.

The closest thing Tahiri had ever done to a search-and-rescue mission had been the mission to Coruscant that had ended up being . . . an insane and heroic possible suicide mission. Still, thanks to both Jedi training and a lot of chatter on the subject from a certain incredibly talkative and smartalecky squadron of commando pilots, she had a pretty good grasp on the basic principles here.

She also had cookies. They didn't quite make up for the lack of actual restful sleep, but they were cookies. Cookies always helped.

Cookies and juice were good, as far as Firekeeper was concerned. Blind Seer passed, as usual. But both were here! And entirely willing to be mingly.

Karla had missed the last several Reserve meetings so she made extra-certain to be here today. And was glad, not only for the cookies and juice, but because it was a topic she could actually contribute to!

Leto hadn't had the opportunity to talk to Karla since he had met her with her family. He approached her, smiling. "So, you survived both your family and the break?"

"The break was easy," Karla said with a welcoming grin, "I just slept through most of it. My family on the other hand..." She shook her head. "Honestly, it wasn't even Morton I had to be concerned about. I knew bringing an over-protective Warlord Prince to Fandom was a risky idea, but I hadbn't realized just how bad it could be. Be glad that Lady Ghanima and Lady Irulan both seem content to stay out of your concerns."

"I am," he replied. "They did seem concerned about your safety." And until proved otherwise, he had felt considered like a threat. Morton had been easier to convince than Saetan.

Karla just snorted. "Yeah, they meddle like it's their job," she said, rolling her eyes. "Though, like I keep reminded Morton, it won't be until he signs a contract. But trying to het a male to listen is like trying to teach a pig to sing. All it does is frustrate you and amuse the pig."

Uh, no offense there, Leto.

"Of course," Leto replied, looking quite amused. "I hope they were eventually convinced that I didn't pose a threat."

"Morton decided you were okay, though he's not much in favor of any strange male coming at me with knives. As for Uncle Saetan?" Karla just sighed. "I don't think he's convinced that anything on this island is safe. He was very, very upset when I came home after visiting that other Fandom. I tried explaining that it was no one's fault, but..."

"That is understandable though," Leto said quietly. "You were upset, and from what you told me it wasn't a good place. There is a difference between that and trusting your friends here though."

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"Hey, you!" Dinah wandered over with a grin, and reached out to snag a cookie. "How was your break? And you missed Tony's show last night."

"Cookie thief!" Karla scolded, sticking out her tongue--not that it caused her to try to keep Dinah from the cookies or anything. "Bah. I spent most of break sleeping. Fell asleep early last night, too. I think I'm growing through another growth spurt or something. I have two modes--starving and exhausted."

She practically inhaled another cookie then asked with exaggerated innocence, "So, did you enjoy your break? Spend it with anyone interesting?"

"Maaaaybe," Dinah said as cagily as possible. "I played foosball with Priestly?"

Yeah, that wasn't she meant. Dinah grinned.

Two could totally play at that game. "Oh, is that all?" Karla said, looking disappointed. "I was going to tell you about going riding with someone, but I don't want to make you jealous or anything."

"Oh oh oh oh! No, you have to tell! Finally!" Dinah danced with impatience, then laughed. "Okay. Maybe, maybe? I hung out and swam with a guy. With long ears. And went to the party there with him. Now, tell!"

"I went horseback riding with a certain someone who wears a black scarf. And danced with him in the bar," Karla said with a laugh. "He's fun to talk to. We laugh and joke a lot."

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Yay for the cookies! As usual, Tuesday was Dinah's most sugared-up day, since all her classes, rehearsal *and* reserves included sugar. She might have to go running around the island again after this.

The juice and cookies went a long way toward helping Griff mentally figure out where he stood in a discussion about search and rescue. Sure, he might not be so great at tracking, but he could infiltrate any place he'd been or could see and that had to mean something. Unable to verbalize this, he chose to munch and listen instead.

Jak was there! And totally hogging some of that juice. And listening carefully. Not that this was his particular thing, but.

Lion-o may have been stuffed from snacking at work, but that wasn't going to stop him from taking advantage of cookies and juice.

Mat snagged a handful of cookies as he thought back on his last rescue mission attempt.

Bloody ungrateful women. Bah.

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