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Magic/Support Reserves: the Preserve, Wednesday After Classes

The meeting area was set up a little strangely today. Strings stretched between two trees, criss-crossing and forming a giant spider web, and a closer look would reveal tiny bells attached to the strings. A large patch of ground nearby had been covered with a swath of red-orange cloth about 15 yards across, and scattered about it were flat stones that were large enough for one person to stand upon, perhaps two if you were cozy with one another. There were red streamers dangling down from the trees overhead as well, and a pile of small red beanbags off to one side. But that didn't mean there wasn't a table full of food.

"Today we thought we'd try something different," Raven began the meeting. "Often times we must face physical hazards when attempting to find an object we require or reach a place we must get to. We've tried to replicate two examples. The first is this web, which is home to a deadly giant spider. You must get through the web without making the bells on the strings ring, for that will attract the spider to you." She paused a moment, then added, "There is not really a giant spider, that is only pretend." Just in case anyone was wondering.

She gestured to the red cloth on the ground. "This is a river of lava that you must cross, and the streamers represent lava that is pouring down from the above. You may jump from stone to stone to cross, but if you are touched by a streamer, it will make you fall. But as it is only pretend, you may go back and try again." Raven picked up one of the red bean bags and added, "You may also throw these 'lava rocks' at your friends as they attempt to cross to make it more difficult, if you wish."

"Or," Tara added hastily, "you can go through either obstacle in pairs and help each other." She didn't like the idea of making it harder on purpose. "Just ... try not to get fake-killed before you get to the other side."

"Magic or ingenuity can get you through," Karla said, idly tossing a beanbag from hand to hand. She had the strangest desire to hurl it at someone while yelling 'Fireball.' Go figure. "The important thing is to keep trying. Who knows when the island will throw something weird at us next?"

She looked at the small pine tree that was raining glitter on her shoes. "Besides this, I mean."

They made a good point. Dolf smiled at everyone there, his hands in his pockets, though he was aching to give the set-up a try himself. "You never know when learning how to do these things will be useful," he added. "So try doing it again if you're done. It might save you later, and teach you to be careful when it matters. It's not just a game, though we'll hope you have fun. Go!"

Raven glanced up at the glitter with a puzzled look on her face. "That does not count as lava," she clarified.

[Co-written with the hot-as-lava

glacial_witch,

life_inshadow, and

swordsandsoccer. Oh yeah. It's a LARP module. I used to do these for a living. It just needs some guys in rubber masks and wielding boffer swords. ;) ]

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As you do.

Kennedy looked more interested in today's activity than she typically did, because hello, physical-type challenge she could work with!

There was glitter in her hair from the pine tree that had manifested right beside her head while she was doing situps this morning, but it didn't seem to dampen her good mood any.

...she was kind of chomping at the bit to toss beanbags at people, maybe. And get through the web. And everything.

Alexander was particularly intrigued by today's activity, which he planned to solely use ingenuity, thank you, and see how much his parkour has been helping him out when it came to things like this. He was very excited to put his skills to the test.

The look on Gabrielle's face was best described as a somewhat wry no, really, you don't say? Rockslides, interminable ravines (with either water or lava at the bottom, take your pick), insane gods obsessed with her, booby-trapped caverns, not to mention the several dozen or so unique ways she'd been held captive ~~and every convention of the action-adventure genre ever, pretty much~~ . . .

Yep. She was all too familiar with physical hazards getting in the way.

Cassidy was indeed here and was bemused as she listened to what the activity was for the day.

Of course, the trees and glitter kept confusing her a great deal.

Elphaba arrived and seriously considered the activity of the day. It did have a certain imagination to it, which she liked.

Try to crawl through it without touching the strings or the giant spider will eat you. NOM NOM NOM.

There was really nothing in the world like getting eaten four consecutive times by an imaginary giant spider to make Kennedy take a good second look at how in control she was of her coordination, especially when the fourth and most mortifying of those times had been mere feet away from getting out of the web, and the button on the cuff of her jacket sleeve had just barely snagged one of the strings enough to make the bell ring.

She looked annoyed with herself about it, though still fairly good-natured; it hadn't been a real giant spider, after all. So that was a plus.

Elphaba stood in front of the web for a moment, then spoke.

"Why can't I reason with the spider?" she asked.

Jump across the lava without falling or touching the streamers. Help your friends across. Or throw beanbags at them to make it harder.

After class today, Cally was far too amused by the lava-hopping exercise.

"This is what I get for blowing up a bridge this morning," she said with a laugh as she hopped onto the first stone. "Left to cross lava on nothing but rocks as a taste of how the other side lives."

Once they ping in.

Raven wasn't really certain why she'd chosen an activity with violent undertones. She possibly wasn't even really aware she had.

Dolf was there! Mostly. Well, a little. Mostly, he was trying his hands at the course himself, navigating with care and happy to be able to challenge his ability to solve problems for once.

But he was there at least at the start and the end of the meeting. That mattered, right?

Tara had mixed feelings as she carefully tried the activity. It was fun, but she got eaten by the giant spider about six times before she gave up and went to get a snack.

She was sympathetic as she watched anyone else try to make it through.

Karla was using some of the leftover strings, bells, and streamers to decorate the glittery pine tree. It looked festive!

Trufax. I was once on the other side of a room filled with lava and jumpy stones when my team leader got killed on the other side. I hurled a Life spell 20 yards across the room and managed to hit him with it. I nailed him square in the groin. He didn't complain.

[/dork]

... Of course you would nail him in the groin. GOD NIC. ;-).

I WASN'T AIMING FOR IT.

On the other hand, he was my ex.... ;)

I feel like there's a viagra joke to be made about a Life spell to the groin.

I grant you the gift of life! Ariiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!

Doooooooooooooooooooooooork.

However, all my LARPing stories are totally cool.

Don't even get me started, bb. I could tell my cool larp stories for daaaaaaaaaaays.

I LOVE YOU LARP DORKS MADLY. MADLY.

I was once paralyzed by a giant spider because of my ass.

*slide twist slide jingle jingle jingle* Oh, hell.

Any affection I might have had for LARP was killed by the utterly obnoxious girls who were into it at my high school, alas. :( Siiigh.

That's only because you didn't play my games. I wasn't happy unless I was making the PCs cry and curse my name for putting them through an emotional wringer. :D

Or taking important game artifacts and getting syrup on them.

Haaaa!

Yeah, what I got out of it from them was that it seemed to involve a lot of a) dressing up as trolls 'for the lulz' and/or Arwen; b) gratuitous wearing of LotR-related jewelry, which always made me go SDFKSLDJFSKLFJ in the way of the 'I read that book when I was nine and there were no movies, you fuckers' variety.

Ah, high school. Such rage.

Yeaaaaah, I have that reaction to people who think "larping" is standing around pretending to be vampires and playing rock-paper-scissors.

Clearly you need to be dragged out into the woods by my crew some day. ;)

... wait. Wait.

There were books? Really?

Which reminds me I am eagerly awaiting the first Game of Thrones spoiler wank when someone who hasn't read the books finds out how book one ends.

I don't read high fantasy in general (okay, I make an exception for the Black Jewels series because a)Karla b)OMG INSANE), so my entire knowledge of Game of Thrones is "oh, that thing they're making a TV show out of."

I know, I fail at geek. I have other redeeming qualities?

This why I was good and didn't say what the big spoiler was. ;) But you know someone's going to stumble across it somewhere and their life will be OVER. OVER I TELL YOU.

GoT is awesome. Watch it. Just don't get attached to anyone. O.O

\o/

Lately I've been using the ever-encouraging, "read it with your brain off. It'll be tons of fun and you can then get mad at everything later!"

Every time I see "Ring of Obedience" I yell "MAGICAL COCKRING" at my Kindle.

People stare.

DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT.

I used to throw heavy objects at people in high school frequently when the movies came out and they wouldn't stop rambling about it.

As a result, I hold a strong and neverending grudge against Peter Jackson.

Teehee! Orly is sooooo cute! I like the elves!

Oh, I wonder what happens next?

Well it's not called "Return of the Hobbit"...

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