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"Hello, reserves. I see you've all managed to keep it together in my absence," Arthur announced, "Something for which I apologise. This week, we will be returning to an old, tried strategy with the reserves, which is the mapping and exploration of the island. Obviously, we've already made our maps, but some of you have taken only to specific areas, or been so diligent little was left for anyone else," not looking at certain parties, thank you. "Because of this, I think freshing up our knowledge and experience might be a good idea."

Yes, at this point it had to be pointed out that Arthur was well aware of what Zack had made them do last week. There were also no cookies. Just water. An alarming amount of canteens of water, to be exact.

"We are going to hike around the island," he announced, "Get a feel for our coasts, keep an eye open for any oddities, and share the knowledge amongst ourselves. After all, we have to be prepared. Take a canteen - and I will not see any of you pausing to refill it if you wind up being a glutton - find a friend if need be, and get to it."

If anyone had been capable of going to Camelot and asking him, a certain Sir Dinadan might have been able to inform the collective reserves that this was exactly the kind of thing Arthur put people through when he had a hunch they didn't hate him hard enough, and also congratulations, this was going to keep happening if people kept being nice to him.

"And Zack? No cookies. You're with me."

It was possible Sir Dinadan was right.

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As you do when there isn't any food to be had.

Grab a partner, or head out on your own, but the entire group is heading out on a hike today. And expected to keep their eyes peeled for all irregularities. And they're not getting any more water.

Once they ping in!

Lah dee dah!

Arthur was looking stern, commanding, and maybe a little pleased with himself. Honestly. Three-legged races?

Well, if anyone asked Zack, he would tell them that he thought the three-legged races were an excellent exercise in cooperation and coordination.

If they continued asking Zack, he'd tell them that he'd had to leave his cookies in his room, today. Woe.

Arthur snapped his fingers at Zack, then pointed at the trail ahead. "Get moving."

Oh, yeah, someone was going to be made to suffer today.

Zack just barely managed to refrain from sticking his tongue out at Arthur. Barely. Apparently, now and again, he actually had a sense of self-preservation about him! He shot a cheeky sort of grin and a salute at Arthur before he nodded and started to jog.

"Just running, huh? I can do that, easy."

Oh, Zack. Don't say that. He might take it as a challenge.

"Can you?" Arthur said, idly, in that voice that pretty much spelled insert Jaws theme-music here. "Tell me, do you have anywhere else to be today?" He, too, began at a firm jog.

"Nowhere at all," Zack replied, oblivious to any ominous background music that ought to be playing. "Why?"

Oh, puppy, puppy, puppy.

"It would be a shame if someone spotted something of interest along the way and then forgot where it was, don't you think?" Arthur mused, focusing happily on the thread of his own feet on the grass. "There might be ground we should cover again, just to be certain everything is in its place."

"Ooooh, hey. You've got a good point, there. Do you think we should compare everyone's notes and then take their routes, too, to be certain that they didn't miss anything?"

It was possible that Arthur was underestimating the stamina and boundless energy of the bouncy kid with the SOLDIER enhancements. Zack wouldn't hold it against him. After all, Arthur was proposing that they go for walkies!

Leto was in a slightly better mood than he had been yesterday, but that didn't mean he was going to be very patient with people today. He stood, arms crossed, and watched the gathered people.

"I think you should do that," Arthur agreed, "Considering how well you do at walking. In fact, I don't think I'd expect you to be finished until, say, eleven o'clock tonight. Take the rocky bits while we're at it."

"Oh, hey, the rocky bits are fun!" There was now a bit of a bounce in Zack's step. Uhm. More than usual, at any rate. "You really think there'll be something interesting out there? I run and climb all over those rocks pretty regularly, and I haven't noticed anything yet. Maybe a few trees here and there. You have to watch out for those."

Babble mode was turned on, now. Beware.

"Actually, twelve," Arthur said, after a slight pause. "Twelve o'clock. You'll be running until twelve. I'll check in to see about your progress."

Zack kind of ground to a... well, not quite a stop, really. He slowed down just enough to give Arthur a weird look.

"Don't tell me you're not coming along, too? Two sets of eyes are better than one, you know. Or are you just taking a different route?"

"Zack, I hear you showed great initiative last week," he said, "So you'll be fielding this one. I have every confidence you can manage it."

That?

That was Ino totally sticking her tongue out at Arthur. She was allowed to be diligent, totally, geez.

Then she leaned against a tree and laughed softly.

Zack was perky, not stupid, and so he wasn't going to latch onto that as a great compliment just yet. After all, Arthur had vetoed the cookies. That was never a good sign.

"I guess, when you put it like that..." He pursed his lips, and then he picked up the pace again. "I wouldn't want to leave anybody behind or anything, anyhow. It's probably for the best that I take this one on my own."

... That wasn't intended to be as much of a burn as it might have come across as. Zack didn't really have it in him to maliciously poke at people for not being able to keep going quite the same way he could. Not when it was possibly more the mako than it was him in the first place.

The localized wind gusts coming from the section of wall Kennedy was leaning against were part of a storm system of exasperation, complete with eyerolling and arms crossed over her chest.

Mapping the island. Mapping the island? She'd thought they were here to learn more about fighting, not get an orienteering badge.

"Come the hell on," she muttered under her breath.

Oh, shut up, Kennedy. You'll be grateful for this in a couple of years.

Arthur, meanwhile, was going to throw Zack a slight look at the percieved slight. "To support you in your role as a leader of this reserve," he said, dryly, "As a little education won't hurt, will it? Don't worry, I'm not planning on tying your leg to anything..."

And now Zack was slowing down just enough to cringe.

"Oh, uh, you heard about that?"

Duh, Zack. Duh.

"Leto saw fit to inform me of it," Arthur returned. Dryly.

"Thanks, Leto," Zack mumbled, picking up the pace once again. Awww, man. Busted. "I couldn't think of anything else. And it got people actually moving around a bit, so I figured it couldn't hurt."

He shot Arthur a lopsided grin. "And anyhow, the group that we've got going could stand to learn a few cooperation skills."

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