brat_inslayage: (Drill Sergeant (Get It Done))
Kennedy ([personal profile] brat_inslayage) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-10-19 05:22 am

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.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
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."

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"For you to wear?" Maladicta replied, giving him a speculative look. "Yes, you will need help."

Yellow scarves and a mullet, Alexander.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
And the look he got back mentioned something about fangs and the best cliches ever.

"I think blue would bring out your eyes."

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps Faramir might be interested," Alexander offered.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I can bend your wrist the wrong way," she reminded him.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com 2010-10-20 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
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."