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fandomhighdorms2010-08-03 08:45 am
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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Workshops
The area behind the dorms looked like a trashnado (that’d be a tornado made of trash) had swept through it: items ranging in size from beads to pencils to furniture and even a few fallen logs were strewn all over the place. Lined up near the group’s assembly area was a small collection of lumpy-looking balls big enough that if you wanted to roll one of them around (why would you want to do that?) you’d need both hands to push. Yes, it was weird, but if it was any consolation there were cookies. Of course there were cookies. This year, it wouldn’t be a reserves meeting without cookies. And -- for some possibly unknown reason -- Skittles. A lot of Skittles. And dorky hats for anyone who wanted one.
...when it came to the Skittles, Kennedy would probably smirk a lot and tell you to taste the rainbow, because she thought she was clever. As for the hats, she had nothing.
“So hopefully you guys are keeping up with training outside of meetings, but last week was stealth,” she began with a mildly odd look; it had been a creative interpretation of the exercise, hadn’t it? “This week we’re doing a strength training exercise.”
“Those ball things there,” Zack said, nodding toward the brightly-colored lumpy things, “stick to anything that’s smaller than they are, and they make that small stuff sticky, too. And as the ball grows bigger, bigger things will stick to it, so long as they’re still smaller than the junkball! So, if you were to roll them around and run over maybe a bucket or a bunch of thumbtacks or a cat, they’d stick!” There was a moment’s pause while Zack went back and thought about all of the words that he’d just said. “Don’t run over any cats.”
“Or small animals in general,” Kennedy added. “Please.”
Jak peered at both of them curiously. “Unless it seems like fun,” he added. No, Jak. No. “You never know when you’re going to wind up fighting something that’s the size of a small dog.” Life lessons from Haven, ladies and gentlemen. Listen carefully.
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...when it came to the Skittles, Kennedy would probably smirk a lot and tell you to taste the rainbow, because she thought she was clever. As for the hats, she had nothing.
“So hopefully you guys are keeping up with training outside of meetings, but last week was stealth,” she began with a mildly odd look; it had been a creative interpretation of the exercise, hadn’t it? “This week we’re doing a strength training exercise.”
“Those ball things there,” Zack said, nodding toward the brightly-colored lumpy things, “stick to anything that’s smaller than they are, and they make that small stuff sticky, too. And as the ball grows bigger, bigger things will stick to it, so long as they’re still smaller than the junkball! So, if you were to roll them around and run over maybe a bucket or a bunch of thumbtacks or a cat, they’d stick!” There was a moment’s pause while Zack went back and thought about all of the words that he’d just said. “Don’t run over any cats.”
“Or small animals in general,” Kennedy added. “Please.”
Jak peered at both of them curiously. “Unless it seems like fun,” he added. No, Jak. No. “You never know when you’re going to wind up fighting something that’s the size of a small dog.” Life lessons from Haven, ladies and gentlemen. Listen carefully.
[Open!]
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