brat_inslayage: (I Might've Just Done Something Dumb)
Kennedy ([personal profile] brat_inslayage) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-09-07 04:47 am

Reserves: Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes [9/7]

Zack was doing that bouncing thing again. This probably wouldn't come as a surprise to anybody who had been here even just last week, right? Zack bounced. Birds flew. Fandom was weird. Life went on. But today, he was doing that bouncing thing with a small stack of notepads in his arms, and a few pens sticking out of his pockets.

"We're having another discussion meeting today," he informed the group as they gathered for the reserves meeting. "We'll get into the more hands-on stuff as the semester goes on, but we have to cover the basics first, you know? And today, we're covering the really, really basic basics. We're covering supplies."

"Like what would be usefull the next time the island is invaded," Maladicta added from her spot once more in the shade of the building. "Whether you were here for the last attack on the island, or new here, we would like to hear your ideas."

There was a pause before she added, "Cookies don't count, no matter how much Zack may claim otherwise."

"Hey!"

Kennedy rolled her eyes mildly at both of them. "We know, discussion time is a little light on the action, but having everybody on the same page is a good thing, so. Shelving the cookie debate." A beat. "For now, anyway. Everybody's gonna pair off here and come up with a little back-to-school supply list. Sort of-- if by supplies you mean stuff you're going to want to have in case we get invaded again."

Re: Discuss

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2010-09-07 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Presumably, food and shelter would be taken care of by the school, or the town, or someone else in charge. The Reserves were only concerned with fighting, right?

Squall fished around in his pockets, counting the number of potions and remedies and things that he had in there. (And don't ask how it all fit in his pockets, especially in skintight leather pants. Just... don't.) Satisfied, he scribbled the word "Nothing" on his notepad, and was done.