fandomhighdorms | Reserves: Salle, After Classes

Today, there was a notice set out in the usual place for the reserves group to pack it on up and meet at the Salle, where they would find an assortment of weapons set out, mostly of the 'blunt force trauma' variety.

Fun times with beating on one another today!

"Heya, guys!" And girls, all of whom, Zack was pleased to note, seemed to be back to their usual varying standards of normal, today. He hoped. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday and the mustard attack again. "We thought that today would be a good day to get into handling weapons again, since most of us got to take it easy over break week, and all. No blades this week, but we do have some batons and things like that to work with."

"Nothing you can puncture each other with," Kennedy had to put in. Because that way occasionally lay accidentally dusting your friends. Oops. "Which isn't to say you can't hurt each other a hell of a lot with this stuff, so do we have to remind you to be smart about it?"

"If you don't think you can manage to keep from bludgeoning someone with the batons, we have those noodle... things from last time," Maladicta added. Because there was just no cool way to say 'pool noodle'. Unfortunately.

"So," Zack said, grinning, because... really, there wasn't any way to talk about pool noodles without being seriously uncool, sorry Maladicta, "grab yourself a baton and pair off to spar, but be careful about it. If you're not familiar with the weapon, people can get hurt, and we don't want any clinic visits today."

... He totally had his hot pink pool noodle slung over one shoulder again. Just because.

And got a smack upside the head with a purple noodle. But whoever could have done that? Certainly not Maladicta!

Or Kennedy. Because hers was the dark blue one aimed at his shoulder.

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"My apologies," Alexander said, trying not to chuckle too much. "But that, I suppose, would be my solution. Just to speak with him about it, and then perhaps you'll know better how you feel about it. Do you know how you feel about it?"

"I feel," she began, looking at one of those noodles for the moment. "I'm not certain. This would be easier if he'd stayed a woman."

You know, easier for her.

"Somehow, I am not so certain that Faramir would think the say," Alexander said, clearing his throat a little.

He could be wrong on that, but, yes.

This did also put a new thought into his head.

"The fact that I am now wondering about how Faramir might be feeling about the fact that he kissed a boy, even though he was a girl and she is usually a girl, only highlights the fact that I think he's probably the most appropriate person to speak to about this. I'm a bit of an outside party."

And hadn't kissed anyone except his sister.

ON THE CHEEK. A BROTHERLY KISS ON THE CHEEK.

"If talking doesn't work, I'll expect coffee ice cream and more horrible things to watch."

"I promise you," Alexander vowed, "that, no matter which way it goes, there will be coffee ice cream and horrible things to watch, be it a celebration or a balm for scars."

"You're picking this moving picture." The last one had far too many gods.

Alexander nodded. "Gladly. You'll just have to let me know how it does go, and I shall strive to choose something appropriate."

"In your new room?" NEW ROOM HAVER. NOT TELLING HER THESE THINGS LIKE THE GAL PALS THEY ARE.

Day late and a Daventry copper away from gal pals, there, Maladicta.

"Yes," Alexander said, "in the new room, with my new, mother-approved sort of roommate."

"How is that working for you?"

"Quite well, so far," Alexander said. "William and I have always gotten along, and there's at least someone who has borrowed my clothes who will actually return them to me."

Ahem.

"I'll help you find new clothing," she offered with another roll of her eyes.

"That blue shirt was one of my favorites."

DETAILS. "Homecoming is this weekend. You'll need something appropriate for it."

"I do have formal court clothing, you know." It was now Alexander's turn to roll his eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just wanted an excuse to go shopping."

"Why would I want that?" Other than to steal what he bought.

"So you can pick out exactly what you might like to 'borrow' later?" Alexander suggested.

Damn him for knowing that.

Maladicta shrugged, not letting that stop her. "Fine, fine. I suppose I should talk to an actual girl about shopping."

"I'll go shopping with you if you let me help you pick out a dress for homecoming."

Alexander was feeling mean, clearly. Or confident that such a deal would easily result in him not hiaving to go shopping.

"For you to wear?" Maladicta replied, giving him a speculative look. "Yes, you will need help."

Yellow scarves and a mullet, Alexander.

Touche, Maladicta, touche.

"Well, after getting in touch with my feminine side these past few days..."

He said. With a look that said I have a broom handle here, and I know how to use it.

And the look he got back mentioned something about fangs and the best cliches ever.

"I think blue would bring out your eyes."

"Perhaps Faramir might be interested," Alexander offered.

"I can bend your wrist the wrong way," she reminded him.

Alexander held up his hands in surrender.

"I still don't think the shopping shall be necessary. Mother would have a fit if I wore anything less than what would be expected of an heir to the throne."

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