Behind the Dorms, Tuesday... Morning

[bitchprince]

It was morning, which meant it was time to set up for the reserve, check through potential exercises, and possibly get a run in after. There was just something about going through these motions that always calmed that part of Arthur that was still screaming incessantly about everything being wrong, out of sync, off-balance; a warped version of normality, but still as close to it as things at Fandom ever got.

This was about to be rudely interrupted by the giant tomato.

It rolled towards him, almost idly, as he worked. Rolled closer. Rolled yet closer. And then--

Arthur's blade flashed, slicing it in half, then into thirds, fifths, eights. Only then did it lie quiet. "What in the--"

There was a rolling noise. He looked up to find the cabbages rolling towards the back of the dorms. "Oh, you have got to be joking!" Well, he thought, as he punched in a message to whatever reserve members he could think of to alert, at least the island is giving us the option of Merlin being even remotely useful.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, and looked to the sky for confirmation as he redrew his sword.

[[ this will be your reserve post for the day. AKA open! ]]

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[brat_inslayage]

"So undignified." Bitch bitch bitch, Kennedy. God. At least she was stabbing at a Labrador-sized chili pepper while bitching? Mmmm, eyestingy. "At least they don't have-- crap!"

Yeah, that was the squash that had whipped a length of scratchy vine at her. "Never mind," she gritted out, stomping on it. New boots just got added to tomorrow's shopping agenda. Joy.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, there's not much dignity on this island. If it were gremlins, it'd be even worse." Dinah grinned, and stomped, and then said, "Do you want me to take your photo killing things?"

[brat_inslayage]

The area around her cleared for the moment, Kennedy paused and eyed the messy, messy, messy blade of her sword. "Can we pass this off as demon guts?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I think it needs to be more liquid, but hey, stick it in some salad dressing, and I think you're good," Dinah teased, stopping for breath, and then laughing as ankle-high baby carrots tried to menace her. "I feel like Godzilla!" SQUISH.

[brat_inslayage]

"Oh, gross," Kennedy exclaimed, shaking gourd guts off her boot just in time to plant said boot firmly on a kamikaze cucumber. "Never eating salad again."