fandomhighdorms | Magic Reserves, The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

Today when the Magic Reserves met in the Preserve, they would notice that there were trees on either side of the field festooned with pink and green streamers. They were the streamers that had marked the path for the sorority's run through town yesterday and Karla had seen no reason to let them go to waste.

"Kiss kiss," she said, after everyone had arrived. "Today we're going to work off some of our excess energy by playing British Bulldog--with a Fandom twist, of course." Pointing at the areas marked off, Karla explained, "That's home base. Your job is to get from the home base at one end of the field to the home base at the other. You're safe when you're there. However, as you're running, there are others people--bulldogs--who are going to try to catch you. If they catch you, you become a bulldog, too."

"The last person standing wins," Tara explained, still cheerful from her mother's visit. A game felt like a good way to spend the meeting. "And if you can shield, try to shield some of the people who can't. It helps slow the bulldogs down. And it's just nice."

"And sometimes if we wind up in a battle, it might be important to get someone who can't fight to the other side," Dolf added, always happy to drag things down by pointing out about attackers and death and stuff. "So see it as good practice for the next time something goes wrong. ...And if you are a bulldog, try not to hurt anyone, this is just for training."

"I understand this game is often fraught with injuries," Raven said. Because she would worry about that. "But if anyone is hurt, I will be happy to heal you."

"So, there we are," Karla said cheerfully. She pointed at a few people in the crowd. "You lot are bulldogs, everyone else head to home base. Let's go!"

[Co-written with the usual suspects. OCD on its way]

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Don't worry, there's still a table full of snacks for the eating.

Kennedy snagged herself a handful of cookies and some coffee and leaned against a tree (occasionally blowing the trailing end of a streamer out of her face) to watch the proceedings; this looked like it could be fun, and she supposed she could get drafted into being a bulldog if needed.

Elphaba wasn't much for these sort of games. When she'd been little, well, she wasn't exactly the most popular kid amongst the other children. It led to these sort of games leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

She took an apple from the table and stood back, to watch the activity instead of participate.

Cally nibbled on a biscuit and found herself wishing, now, that she could have kept the suit from today's Psionics class. Alien to her as telekinesis was, being able to propel herself beyond her normal levels of speed (or shield herself at all) would have been very useful.

Then again, if this was meant to be a practice exercise, those weren't powers she'd have in any real fight.

Edited 2011-03-17 00:24 (UTC)

Chase your fellow Reserve members from one side of the field to another! Use shielding if you can to protect yourself and friends! Feel free to start the game as a bulldog if you wish, or get turned into one partway!

Leda couldn't help but wonder if there were some ulterior karmic reason Karla had picked her as one of the bulldogs.

Ah well, let the games begin. "Ima gon getchee!"

If you can catch them!

Raven could teleport from one end of the field to the other, but that wasn't very far. She also wasn't keen on being tackled -- and definitely not on tackling someone else, so she was sitting on the sidelines, watching and hoping no one was hurt.

Tara was willing to play, but she figured she should at least offer to shield anyone who needed it. It was good practice.

Dolf was a normal kid who just happened to be able to run fast. Catching him... probably wouldn't be much of a problem.

But he was there, anyway.

Many thanks to

wantstodirect for the original idea.

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