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Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Self-Defense class today was going to be pretty rough, and just to be clear, it wasn't a surprise. After a few hours, the ouch factor had definitely set in, and that called for ice packs and a whole lot of not moving.

That was Kennedy's opinion on the matter, and it happened to be Dru's as well, which meant there were two worn out, sore, and mostly inert girls occupying the common room, ice packs and all. Kennedy'd insisted on letting Dru have the couch, and was sprawled out on the floor instead, eyes half closed.

"You know? I'm really gonna miss that class."

It might have been arguable grounds for insanity.

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Tilting her head to look at Kennedy and wincing a bit at the pain, Dru raised an eyebrow. "I seriously question your sanity sometimes."

"Blame it on hitting my head," Kennedy replied dryly. "It's convenient enough. What? It was fun."

"I suppose it was," she admitted. "Only because they couldn't really kill us. I don't know that I'd enjoy that out in the real world. At least not without my gun."

Kennedy shrugged, and kind of regretted it. "Eh. You and Jak, I swear. Me? I'm more about getting in there and doing the hitting."

Or the getting hit, in the case of that class...

"Guns aren't really a Slayer thing." And she wasn't one. Details.

"Yeah, well I'm no Slayer and since I don't seem to be any closer to blooming," and yes the frustration was evident in her voice, "And whatever super special powers that's gonna give me, I think I'll just keep depending on a nine-millimeter."

Kennedy snorted. "Yeah, did you miss the memo? Neither am I, and you at least know it's gonna happen eventually. The Slayer has to die for me to even get a chance, and there's like thousands of us Potentials out there. Plus, wishing death on someone I know? Uncool."

Hey. They were sort of being frustrated in harmony here, huh?

"Your waiting game's got a definite timer ticking down. Mine? Not so much."

Scully hadn't gotten battered in class so much as run into the ground. But she was too wound up now to do anything like sleep. She paused inside the Common Room, then headed over to the fridge, looking for something to drink. "Hello. You two look like I feel."

"Yeah, very uncool," Dru agreed. "I like Faith. I wish I could be half as confident. You at least have that going for you."

"I'm just trying to make it look good," Kennedy cracked, waggling her fingers in a vague approximation of a wave. "It was fun, current desire to not move aside."

Fortunately Dru recognized Scully's voice so she didn't need to turn her head to identify her. "You're on your feet. I'd say you're better off."

Kennedy raised both eyebrows nonchalantly; she was used to being told she was reckless, and people turning that into a compliment instead still threw her. "Hey. You've been, what, training your whole life too? I've seen what you can do. You're good. You gotta trust yourself a little more."

Scully snorted, and gave Kennedy an eyeroll over her glasses, then finally found a couple tall bottles of water in the fridge. She held out one in invitation, and said, "I tried to remind myself something like that could happen on the island, but I kept thinking 'talking lizards? Really?' Which didn't help me concentrate on killing them."

"If I stop I'll fall asleep wherever I'm standing," Scully said, peering over at Dru, then rummaged in the fridge again. "Water? And I saw how you did against the lizard-things. You had even more to deal with than I did."

Kennedy reached up to take the bottle with a light grunt that was as close as she was getting to 'thanks,' and put it against her forehead. With a touch of scorn she noted, "Yeah... you better get past that if you wanna stick around Fandom. Anybody told you about the crazy mad-scientist monsters yet?"

"Monkey-ponies," Scully said, making a face. She chugged down several gulps of water, and took a breath; she still couldn't imagine that. "And godzillas. I'm just left wondering how many Hammer films their creator watched when he was a kid. And if he did the evil mad scientist laugh."

"Five years for the really physical stuff," she replied. "Dad started it once I was living with him full time. With Gran it was all about hexes and spirits, wards...like dad would call it, all that woo-woo stuff."

"You know," Kennedy said thoughtfully, "I think he did do the laugh. I was a little busy fighting wolves at the time, though, so I didn't get to ask about his movie habits. Sorry."

Dru shifted her feet and managed to leave enough space on the couch if Scully wanted it. "There's couch space if you feel like getting off them. As for the lizards, that was my fault for telling her what I did with my dad. I guess she thought I could handle it."

"Yeah, see, that's another edge you've got," Kennedy pointed out; she still remembered the flying... thing that had attacked Sergej that night in South Dakota when Dru was facing him down. "Constance was never really big on the whole magic thing? So I mostly thought it was crazy talk until I got here. Turns out, it's pretty useful, but that's not my department. You've got the whole two-angles-of-attack thing working for you."

"Anyone in he- oh, good!" Bobby grinned as he spotted the occupants of the common room. No, he hadn't read the narrative about calling for ice packs. He and Warren just had a ridiculous number of pizzas and this happened to be the first populated common room they'd come across.

"I'm assuming no one will object to free food?" he checked, setting down the stack he was carrying on a table.

"If they do," Warren mused, "then I'm going to wonder if we've somehow found our way to the wrong dormitory building."

Because... seriously, pizza.

"When am I ever going to object to food?" Kennedy asked in a very long-winded paraphrasing of 'duh.' "Yo, Boy Scout. How's it going?"

"Amazing job, though," Scully observed. "You're very good at hand-to-hand. I was impressed." She flopped down onto the couch, mistake or not, and took another sip of water. "Is it like that during the invasions?"

"Well, that would explain why the geraniums had teeth," Bobby replied. "I thought that was a little odd."

...The geraniums, for the record, did not have teeth.

"...wolves," Scully said, barely managing not to choke on her water. "Excuse me?"

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