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fandomhighdorms2010-07-14 12:50 pm
thatsamilkshake) wrote in fandomhighdorms2010-07-14 12:50 pm
Magic/Support Reserves: the Preserve, Wednesday After Classes
When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.
One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"
She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"
Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.
"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."
Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."
She was working on that part. Really.
Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.
She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.
If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls.Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'
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life_inshadow and trigons_child, with Karla's boobs presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]
One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"
She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"
Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.
"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."
Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."
She was working on that part. Really.
Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.
She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.
If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls.
[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely
life_inshadow and trigons_child, with Karla's
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Katchoo popped a piece of cookie in her mouth and held up one finger. "With brilliant ideas."
That . . . was also not denial of the assessment.
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Even though Francine could totally translate some of the things Clocky beeped. At certain people.
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"That way we can make it all up ourselves," she pointed out.
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Okay, Francine gave her what she thought looked like a cynical eye and was really more like yeah, ri---OOH, COOKIES.
"Then how do I know you wouldn't cheat?"
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"How do you know," she countered, "the cheating won't be the best part, huh?"
. . . awww, the cynical-eye attempt was so cute. Not that she squeed. Hush.
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