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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No coffee and snacks in the Salle, no. But there's some outside it. What, are your leaders inhu--

...anyway, the point still stands.

Batons, staffs, cudgels, etc. It's all blunt-force gear, and nothing edged. Look stuff over, get someone to talk you through unfamiliar weapons, go "WTF is that one?"

Also there's pool noodles.

Just because you have your own bodies back doesn't mean you can be reckless about it.

Unless you're using a pool noodle. Then you have a little leeway.

When they ping in.

With their pool noodles.

Not dirty.

There may not be a cool way to say 'pool noodle,' but it's fun to type. POOL NOODLE POOL NOODLE POOL NOODLE.

I'm not awake. Can you tell? WHO LET ME WRITE THE OCD?!?

Yeah, Kennedy was still glad to be herself again, though there was a bit of brow-furrowing mixed in there over a couple of other things.

Brow-furrowing, excessive exuberance, or not, she was completely available for talking to. Or hitting with a pool noodle.

Not dirty at all, thank you.

Maladicta was standing to the side with her usual cup of coffee in hand. No more pool noodles for her today.

Tara had no intention of hitting anybody, with pool noodles or without. But now that she and Kennedy were both girl-shaped again, a little clinginess even after Reno's class could be expected. "I've told you I'm glad you're you again, right?"

Kennedy wasn't going to complain about the clinginess at all today; there was time to make up for after two entire days. "You haven't hit your thousand-times quota yet, so you can say it again," she replied, setting the pool noodle aside. "That is, if you don't mind me mentioning again that you're much cuter now."

"If you don't mind me mentioning that you're much cuter, too," Tara said. "... and I think that might have been time 999."

"So we'll bump up the quota to two thousand," Kennedy replied-- and okay, it was so hug time again. It just was. "'cause I'm not done saying it yet."

Mmmm, hugs. Tara wasn't going to fight that. "As long as we know our limits," she said. "If we said it two thousand and one times ... it'd be anarchy."

"Can't have that," Kennedy agreed vaguely. "Does it count if we're just thinking it instead of saying it?"

Because if it did, they'd careened right past anarchy to utter chaos already.

"But if thinking it counts we'd be at, like, a couple billion," Tara protested, stepping back just enough to let Kennedy breathe again. "We should stick to only counting times we said it. For the safety of the world."

But she'd been breathing just fine! Oh, well-- if she was supposed to be all in-charge and stuff around here, she could wait until later for more hugging.

"Mmm, yeah," she decided, nodding. "'cause as far as career choices go, I think I like saving the world more than the less constructive option. Also? Hi. You're you again."

Just in case they'd forgotten since two minutes ago.

"I am," Tara agreed with a little giggle. "And I know I don't have to ask, but I really want to ask you to Homecoming anyhow, now that you're you and everything."

"But how am I supposed to ask you if you ask me first?" Kennedy teased. "Let's see, do I want to go to Homecoming with you? I might have to think about this for a minute."

"Take as long as you want," Tara answered. "I mean, I might ask Karla and Warren if I can tag along if you say no, but I'll still look longingly at you over the punch bowl."

Kennedy pretended to look shocked for all of about three seconds before she grinned. "I don't know; that sounds kind of fun. You giving me longing looks over the punch bowl, me coming over to ask you to dance, then there could be a whole thing with dramatic music and us realizing we're totally into each other. Or I could just say yes now, and we could do all that anyway."

Coffee. And a baton. And ohthankgodI'mfemale, over in this corner.

Although Scully was slightly sad that the age hadn't worn off when her gender did.

"But if you say yes it ruins the ending," Tara pointed out. "I kind of like the whole ... thing you just talked about. It would be like living in a Molly Ringwald movie."

A very, very gay Molly Ringwald movie.

But that made it even better, in Kennedy's opinion.

It was completely possible that no one would be surprised by this.

"Maybe. Except for how I do actually want to go with you," she replied. "Since I didn't ask you last year, which, by the way, I still kinda regret." And it was sort of her last chance, which she wasn't so much into thinking about.

Tara shrugged. "It's not like we were even really dating then," she pointed out. "We've had other dances, right? Not that it wouldn't have been fun. But it just means we'll just have to do it right this year."

What with it being Kennedy's last chance -- which Tara also didn't want to think about.

"Not at the time we weren't, except I already knew I was into you," Kennedy conceded, which had her trying to think about when, exactly, they'd started dating. She had the idea it had all just sort of... happened, somehow.

"Define doing it right," she asked; she was curious, since they probably had very different concepts in mind.

"We danced," Tara remembered. "So ... a lot more of the dancing thing this year. And, uh, maybe we get ready together, instead of in a huge group?"

She hadn't quite forgiven Emma for the wardrobe critique from the year before, no.

"Maybe instead of staying to the end of the dance, we leave a little early and have dinner or go to the beach or something."

Yeah, probably a little different from Kennedy's concept.

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