fandomhighdorms | Behind The Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

Arthur had made sure to set up behind the dorms with a reasonable level of visibility. It was, after all, the first meeting since the welcome picnic, and they had to make themselves obvious to the newbies should one or two be drawn to the gathering.

"Good afternoon, people. I am Arthur Pendragon, and these are Zack Fair and Leto Atreides."

He had even let Zack supply the cookies this time. He figured it wouldn't hurt to charm a few, either.

"For those of you who have only just arrived on Fandom, welcome to the Fighting Reserves. Here is where we practice and plan for any invasions with the help of sinew, steel, and other materials from worlds beyond our ken. If you're looking for another way to contribute, Magic Reserves meets on Monday in the Preserve, and Support Services meets on Friday in the park."

That, apparently, were the administrative messages.

"Now, this is the week of the introduction, as most of you know. So if you're new, or you'd like to give the newcomers an update on your abilities, please, let us know who you are and what you can do. Everyone else," and he rubbed his hands as he considered the area severely, "please share your experiences with Fandom invasions, how we handled them, and maybe one or two ideas about how to better handle them next time round."

"Newbies," he continued, "Please keep in mind that the island likes to keep us on our toes, so whatever has invaded in the past will likely not be what invades next. That doesn't mean we can't prepare. Now, get to it."

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Fiona nodded, with a small wince.

"Until my birthday last year, we were only allowed to wear clothes my great-grandmother made herself."

You could see from Fiona's expression just how much she'd loved that. It was tempered somewhat with the fact that she loved Cee, but when you had to wear ill-fitting, uncomfortable, scratchy, unflattering things done up like bad 70's interior design (http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/BHG/chpt2/2.html), wincing was about all you could do.

Yeah, it was obvious, and despite her initial prickliness Kennedy couldn't help a wince of sympathy. A tiny one, granted, since with her upbringing it stretched the capacity of her imagination to relate.

"God. That kinda blows," was all she could think of to say. "You ever try to blow that rule off?"

She snorted.

"Tried. Failed. My mother is kind of..."

There were very few words that could adequately describe Fiona's mother. The fact that she was the Pale Horseman and one of the Fates (you know, the last one) said a lot.

She was also just fricking scary when she wanted to be.

"No."

Fiona smirked, however.

"But as soon as I got here, I corrected things with a shopping trip. And my aunt Dallas brought a few nice things when she came."

Yeeeeeeeeeeah, talk about stuff that'd give Kennedy a major wiggins. Also stick a nice big skewer in her ego if you were into that sort of thing. She knew that smirk, though, and matched it with one of her own. (Oddly enough, that was easy when she didn't know all of the above.)

"Fun, isn't it?"

"Really fun."

Whatever else her uncle Henry had done (and she could forgive him far more easily than her mother, though not because of this), the expense account was one of her favorite perks.

Expense accounts (or, you know, Dad's credit cards) were the best thing ever.

"Kinda awesome," Kennedy agreed. "I mean, the great-grandmother thing, not my deal, but the rest I kinda get."

"We grew up kind of weird because of some stuff with my family," she admitted with a shrug, "that's all. Cee was pretty cool otherwise."

She couldn't cook, bake, sew, or anything else, but she loved them.

"It's cool," Kennedy said idly. "The more-or-less-normal--" no, Kennedy, you so did not get to claim normality here-- "is overrated anyway."

Fiona didn't quite agree, but then again, her experiences with 'normal' didn't really exist and her experiences with not-normal ranged from dull, boring, geek-freak to going to die within 24 hours if she and her brother didn't infiltrate a US military installation in Roswell, NM.

"Fiona," she finally said, holding out a hand.

Oops. "I thought so. I've seen you around." Kennedy shook her hand briefly, but firmly. "Tara's roommate, right? I'm Kennedy."

She nodded.

"I've seen you, but we've never really spoken much," she admitted with a small smile.

Fiona was good at being unobtrusive, after all.

Kennedy wouldn't know how to be unobtrusive if unobtrusive came up and hit her over the head, on the other hand.

"Not so much, no," she allowed. "You're never around when I drop by, seems like."

"I practice a lot. And I like to wander. Another one of those rules I like to ignore now."

The twins' movements had been relatively restrained.

"Or I'm looking for Griff."

The teleporter boyfriend wasn't all that easy to find sometimes.

"Man, you are really getting into this breaking the rules now, aren't you?" Kennedy mused. Not that she was complaining, since that bit of rule-breaking seemed to work out in her favor. "It gets to be a thing. I get that."

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