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fandomhighdorms2010-03-09 05:42 am
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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon
When the Reserves group assembled behind the dorms today, it was Zack who stepped up to address them first.
There... weren't any cookies today. He sincerely hoped that the cookie-seeking regulars could overlook that. And that they didn't mind celery sticks too much. Today was such a celery day.
"Mortifying memories of the weekend aside," he said, his tone carrying significantly less omph than usual, "the fact that a lot of us simply weren't ourselves does bring up an important problem that the residents of the island have had to deal with on more than one occasion. Every week, we've been talking about being able to trust one another, about being able to rely on the other members of this group and of the other two, to carry us through invasions and other disasters that might hit the island... But what if the enemy is, because of Fandom weirdness or something else, actually one of us?"
Zack inhaled, held that breath for a moment as though he was savoring just doing so, and then he looked around.
"Who do you call when the enemy is a friend, or family? If they're completely out of their right mind, or if the actions they're taking are completely deliberate? What if, like on the weekend, there's a good chance that there isn't anybody to call who hasn't been affected, too? What if that person poses a serious danger to more than just you? More than your friends? More than just the island itself? And how do you act, knowing that if it's Fandom weirdness, it'll probably wear off on its own in a couple of days, knowing how severe the consequences could be?"
Arthur scraped his throat, and exercised his hard-earned abilities in the field of not looking uncomfortable. "Sometimes, you will have to exercise brawn. Sometimes, your brain. You may have to withhold information, and work in the shadows." Ahem. Not that he knew anything about that. "Understand that we are not trying to talk you into some sense of paranoia, but there are times alternate strategies must be taken, when we're not sure we can trust our closest to make the right call. I would suggest you try to make friends, or at least allies, among those you haven't spoken to yet today. They might save your life if one of your friends turns the other way."
[OCDon the way up, and open Reserves post is open!]
There... weren't any cookies today. He sincerely hoped that the cookie-seeking regulars could overlook that. And that they didn't mind celery sticks too much. Today was such a celery day.
"Mortifying memories of the weekend aside," he said, his tone carrying significantly less omph than usual, "the fact that a lot of us simply weren't ourselves does bring up an important problem that the residents of the island have had to deal with on more than one occasion. Every week, we've been talking about being able to trust one another, about being able to rely on the other members of this group and of the other two, to carry us through invasions and other disasters that might hit the island... But what if the enemy is, because of Fandom weirdness or something else, actually one of us?"
Zack inhaled, held that breath for a moment as though he was savoring just doing so, and then he looked around.
"Who do you call when the enemy is a friend, or family? If they're completely out of their right mind, or if the actions they're taking are completely deliberate? What if, like on the weekend, there's a good chance that there isn't anybody to call who hasn't been affected, too? What if that person poses a serious danger to more than just you? More than your friends? More than just the island itself? And how do you act, knowing that if it's Fandom weirdness, it'll probably wear off on its own in a couple of days, knowing how severe the consequences could be?"
Arthur scraped his throat, and exercised his hard-earned abilities in the field of not looking uncomfortable. "Sometimes, you will have to exercise brawn. Sometimes, your brain. You may have to withhold information, and work in the shadows." Ahem. Not that he knew anything about that. "Understand that we are not trying to talk you into some sense of paranoia, but there are times alternate strategies must be taken, when we're not sure we can trust our closest to make the right call. I would suggest you try to make friends, or at least allies, among those you haven't spoken to yet today. They might save your life if one of your friends turns the other way."
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