Fire Drill, Outside the Dorms, Oh Dear Lord How Is This O'Clock Wednesday Night

[endsthegame]

Fandom lay peaceful in the night, recovering from its latest brush with invasion. It had reached such an hour that even the teal deer slept soundly in the woods, and the crickets had given up on chirping to go play Texas Hold-'Em in the caves in the cliffs just off the Preserve.

The rain started almost tentatively: a few drops of dew that wrestled loose from the grass and gently made their way upwards. But soon they multiplied, soon they went faster. Soon the dark skies were full of water raining upwards, coagulating into clouds far up above.

And then...

...and then the fire drill alarms went off in the dorms.

Sorry, kids.

[[ this will be your fire drill post for the evening! have at, oh students. ]]

Comments

[weetuskenraider]

I'm incredibly demanding, you know, Tahiri replied, tickling him again.

Children, this might be a little too demonstrative for public, even at this hour.

[momslilassassin]

But only in a good way, Ben replied, breaking away from the kiss to breathe and giggle. Want to go now before someone else has the same idea?

[weetuskenraider]

Probably a good idea, Tahiri agreed before she remembered she could talk again. "Wouldn't want to have to fight anyone else for it, after all."

[momslilassassin]

Ben's eyes passed idly over the crowd, starting a bit as he saw what Cara wasn't wearing, and nodded. "Even if we could take them."

[weetuskenraider]

"Well," Tahiri mused, averting her eyes quickly from a few more students who weren't hiding much, "a good fight is usually part of a date for us, but I guess we ought to make an exception for once. Everyone's probably really cranky right now."

[momslilassassin]

"They certainly seem it," Ben said, "and I can't blame them for it. But I'd rather get to the hot water before them anyway."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri grinned at him. "Race you?"

[momslilassassin]

He grinned back. "One two three go."

And he was off.

[weetuskenraider]

"Hey!" Tahiri exclaimed, taking off after him. Never mind the puddles; it wasn't as if they could possibly get more soaked, right?