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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"Yep," Zack said, as the members of the reserves gathered, "I'm still getting you guys to think about what happened a few weeks ago with the gremlins, this week."

Wasn't Zack mean? He'd brought extra cookies to make up for it, this week.

"There were some troubles with communication when the gremlins hit, and we're working with the other reserve groups in order to iron those out so that hopefully getting the word out about invasions won't be so much trouble in the future. So, while we work on that, there's something else that we ought to take into consideration in the meantime."

He shot the group a grin, and then reached for his back, where his sword usually rested. He wasn't wearing it, today, and his hand groped around his shoulders for a moment before, with a shrug, he returned it to his sides.

"What do you do when you're caught off-guard by an enemy attack? I got lucky when the gremlins hit, because I was on my morning run, and had brought my sword with me for the extra weight while training. But if I didn't have my sword, what would that have left me with? Usually, I at least have some potions on me, but nothing that I can really call a weapon. I keep most of my attack materia- yes, I do cast spells when I fight, too- in my sword, so without that, all I have to rely on is my wits, my body, and my surroundings."

Don't mind him reaching for a cookie. It was something to toy with in his hands while he talked.

"Today, our activity is easy, but that doesn't make it unimportant at all. I want you all to talk about what it is that you usually carry with you that you can put to use in an unexpected fight, if you happen to get caught in one before we can get the word out to you. Weapons aren't allowed in the dorms, and so it might come to be habit to just wander around the island without all of the time. How many of you stop on your way outside to arm yourselves? How many of you can just grab something from your surroundings to use as a weapon? If you have some kind of physical ability that puts you at an advantage, that's awesome. If the best you have is some means of getting out of harm's way until you're ready for a fight, that's good too. But I don't want anybody to leave here today without at least trying to come up with something."

Zack, for example, had enough potions to keep himself from dying a horrible death if he was forced to retreat. Or, if worse came to worse, he could always just grab a beach umbrella and use that instead of a sword.

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Open Reserves is open!]

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Eat cookies! This is the important part of the meetings, after all.

Eating cookies was an important part of the meeting, but Ino was more content with the fact that the meeting meant she could hide up in her tree and sulk about class today.

Pffft.

Though she did like the topic here. Much more interesting than class. Hmph.

Jen nibbled on a cookie and thought about the topic posed.

After all, it was the sort of thing she didn't really have to worry about, normally. She didn't use weapons usually. But then again, when you're super strong almost anything was a weapon. Signposts, manhole covers... the possibilities were endless when you thought of it that way...

The reserves? Nearly a lifetime ago for Jak.

And still.

Maybe it was the boredom of sitting on his ass for over a week. Maybe it was nostalgia. Who knew. He caught the noise of the meeting and came wandering in, picking a wall to lean against and observing things from the rear.

Cookies! And this was a fun topic, since Dinah had gotten caught with bleach, laundry baskets, and washer/dryer combos to fight with. It kind of made her want to go everywhere armed.

It was definitely one of the reasons Kurt kept coming back. Cookies RULED.

... So long as they weren't Merlin and Karla's cookies.

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Dru nibbled on a cookie and considered the discussion. She had her switchblade, and after a long conversation with her dad after the gremlin invasion, she had a gun of her own stored away in the weapons locker. But it would be nice to have some sort of a weapon that didn't need to be retrieved.

Jake had heard radio, sure. Which would be why he was sort of keeping an eye out for certain people. While munching on the cookies.

Yeah, sure, Kennedy would have a cookie. She'd overcompensated a bit working off last night's pizza anyway.

She scarfed the cookie down-- then another and another and... yeah-- while she contemplated the question; she'd gotten into the habit of keeping a bottle of holy water on her all the time, and one of Constance's drills with her was to walk into a random room or public area and ask her what in the vicinity she could use as a stake if she needed to. If she wasn't dealing strictly with vampires, it broadened her options a lot. Hmm...

What do you do if you're caught off-guard by an invasion? What have you done in the past? Is there any way that you can change your habits when you're away from the dorms in order to better safeguard against unexpected assaults by gremlins or worse?

"Well, letting people know where you're going, so if you don't turn up, they at least go looking for you-- that's a start," Dinah said aloud. "And yeah, going armed would seem like a good idea now. Although that's inconvenient if you're going off-island to a place where that wouldn't be kosher. Hmmmm..."

"I don't really use weapons," Kurt announced with a shrug, "but... If anyone ever needs me to take them to the weapons locker real quick, just let me know. I can be there and back just like--"

Bamf! He teleported about two feet to his left in a puff of smoke.

"-- that."

Illyria considered "Die" as an answer to "what have you done in the past," but decided it was accurate and possibly amusing, but unhelpful.

"Carry a weapon, or be one," she said succinctly, instead. "Preferably both."

When they ping in!

Zack was there, running through ways that his initial encounter with the gremlins could have gone more smoothly.

He probably would have killed the gremlin before it could take a large, messy bite out of his arm, for example...

Arthur was... more than averagely acquainted with the idea of using loose debris, broomsticks, vases, chunks of--

Well, let's just say that improvisation was, at least, not one of his weaknesses. (He'd tell you this was because of years of training and discipline. He'd be lying. It was because Morgana had clocked him over the head and into a pond with a piece of horse manure somewhere around age 12 and he'd sworn he would never, ever be caught off guard again, on price of his ego)

He was there, contemplating the finer points of some of his previous encounters with such.

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Merlin was a firm believer of things falling on people as a form of attack. A very firm believer.

"You're not going to throw things at me, are you?"

Arthur squinted at him. "Well, I wasn't considering it previously."

That would be Merlin giving him a suspicious look.

Arthur shot him a look back. "You brought it up," he said, then paused, and threw another foul look over Merlin's shoulder.

In whose direction, no one had to guess.

It really was a shame that there was no horse manure around, as Morgana was afraid clocking Arthur with a rock would be a bit of overkill. But just a bit.

"Arthur, did you happen to listen to the radio last night?" she asked as she went over to him. That counted as a proper greeting, honestly. "I found it very interesting."

"You would have," Arthur agreed, ignoring that usual sense of dread (the little thing in his stomach that said 'Warning: Dragon Queen Approaching') with his usual sense of panache. "And whatever it is you have to say about it, I'm not hearing it."

Morgana's eyes narrowed as she gave Arthur one of her very best death glares. "Fine," she said. "Continue thinking whatever you like. It isn't as though I care anyway." The way she flounced away to try to keep him from seeing her expression falter was totally designed to make her words seem more truthful, of course.

Leto was here. He was also carrying a weapon with him at all times. You would never see a Fremen without a crys knife after all.

You know what is freaking adorable? The olympic mascots. They are freaking adorable.

I want a Sumi all of my very own. This has led to me buying far, far too many of the February Happy Meal toys at work, yes. (I am just missing one Miga toy, and I will have collected all eight.)

THEY ARE BEYOND ADORABLE. I have a weetiny keychain Miga who rides around on my laptop bag, and a Sumi and Quatchi and Mukmuk who sit on the bed and are cuddleable, because

longislandiceme is awesome. :D :D :D

Baby J has her very own Quatchi, which used to be bigger than her.

Now she drags it around the house by his earmuff.

I waaaant the wee toys! *cuddles her stuffed Miga and Quatchi, also from

longislandiceme*

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