fandomhighdorms | Reserves: Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes [9/14]

Instead of the nearly usual coffee, there was a bend to the whims of the other leaders of the reserve and it was a large selection of mocha lattes. Yes, with a lot of whipped cream. Happy now, Zack?

"Welcome back," Maladicta said, under her umbrella ~~ella ella~~ once again as she addressed the group. "Today we're going to be talking about methods for escaping capture using whatever is available to you at the moment or your own natural abilities."

Like turning into the ever cliche bats!

Zack couldn't turn into bats, but he suspected that he'd totally find a way to escape capture if ever he was in a situation that warranted it. It would probably take him a while, depending on the situation, but sooner or later...

"It's really hard to say just what sort of capture you might face, on an island like this. But the simplest one for us to work with here and now would be the ever classic... Being tied up," Zack intoned, bouncing and smiling and yes, totally happy because his mocha had whipped cream and life was good and he was stupidly high on sugar. "Ropes and handcuffs and all of that!"

Oh, sure, bring up the natural abilities thing. Kennedy at least got to keep the annoyed look off her face by smothering an amused smirk at Zack. "Not like that, guys." Oh, you know someone was thinking it.

...someone other than Kennedy, because that was a given.

"Not like what?" Oh, Zack. You knew better, you silly boy. Stop playing dumb. "Aaaanyhow, today we've got some chairs set out, and some rope, and some handcuffs and stuff to experiment with. Pair off with someone and take turns tying one another to the chair, and trying to get free! Wriggling helps, I've heard! And, uh, if somebody is having trouble getting out, have a heart and let them go if they ask, okay? We're not here to traumatize anyone, just to get some practise in on the chance that we end up in some sticky situation."

Knowing Fandom, it could be literally sticky. But as someone who'd gotten tied to a chair not all that long ago herself, Kennedy spoke up, "And it's cool if you want to, uh, sit this one out today."

Maladicta was giving Zack a very concerned look for that last comment there, but was just going to ignore it for now. ~~Square Enix sure was dirty!~~ "If anyone has tips beside... wriggling... please feel free to share with your compatriots."

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Before he even considered looking for someone to work with, Alexander was inspecting a pair of handcuffs. They were a bit like shackles, but much shinier, a little less sinister-seeming, and he figured he'd better understand how they worked before he went and got himself tra--

--pped.

"Uh-oh."

Alexander tugged his arms apart slightly, but they only went so far. Somehow, he'd actually managed to get himself locked up in them. He gave them a little tug, turned bright red, and wondered if it was too late to play it off as intentional.

Wesley was hardly one to laugh, given that, had he attempted this exercise, he almost certainly would have ended up in a similar situation. He did crack a smile, though, and tried to look away before he got serious again. "Er. Would you like some assistance?" he offered.

"Er, well," said Alexander, taking a moment to see how well his hands could twist inside the rings on his wrists. Long gone were the days where he was so thin from lack of food that they would probably fall right off.

"I am not entirely sure," he said. "Too much assistance, I feel, might negate the idea behind the exercise of getting oneself out of such a situation, but, on that measure, if you have any advice....these are a bit different from the simple iron shackles I am more familiar with..."

Whoa there. More than he needed to know.

"Oh," he said, pretending not to have heard that last part. "Well. You might check if there is some sort of - er - safety catch?"

Not like he'd ever played with handcuffs or anything.

More than anyone needed to know was all too often a theme of any conversation with Alexander, really.

He frowned at the cuffs as he considered Wesley's suggestion. "Safety catch?"

"Yes, a - a little lever of sorts on the, er, on the cuffs that you might pull to the side, causing them to unlock. It might be somewhere on the side?"

"I've read about such things," he added, a bit flustered.

The series of different twists and turns Alexander went through in an attempt to inspect the handcuffs for such a device left him probably looking quite silly.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, "I'm in a very good position to check for one. Would you mind, Wesley?"

He held out his shackled armed, frowning with concern.

"Er - all right," he said. Ooh, this was gonna be awkward. He lifted Alexander's wrist gingerly and looked it over. "It seems like there isn't one, unfortunately. Perhaps - maybe you might try picking the lock?"

"I could...try," Alexander said, looking doubtful. "I must admit, my lock picking skills are not too bad, but I have never made an attempt with such limited access to my hands..."

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