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One thing modern garments had going for them, Lydia had to admit, was that they were a lot easy to put back on unassisted after one had been, say, gathering plants in the woods skyclad under the light of the strawberry moon.

You know. As one did.

Now she wasn't quite sneaking back into the dorm, as she had the right to go wherever she wished even if it was at an absurd hour, but she wasn't not sneaking, either. She didn't want to wake anyone, after all.

As she approached the dorm she heard an excited little trill and hissed, "Quiet!" before she looked over to find something that gave her pause: the intern porg scribbling in its notebook. Wait. "Are you always out here in the middle of the night? Maybe that's your problem, you know. Most people are asleep right now. Oh, what am I saying? I shouldn't be helping you spy on me."

(Open to anyone else who might be lurking about the dorms in the wee hours!)

weirderthanthou

Jesse couldn't believe how much she'd let herself get away from-- herself, over the past few days. It had taken another encounter with Essej - and the memory of Trench - to wrench her back into useful shape.

Then she'd spent the evening putting information together. And... okay, she wasn't sure whether the vines on the school were just another thing or the root (heh) of the problem, but she knew they were growing, and that couldn't be good.

And so by morning she tapped into Fandom's radio network and sent out a terse message: "The school seems under siege by plants. Join me on the grounds if you want to help."

Then she turned up there, herself. And waited.

The ash kept raining down.

[[ for team fighty! ]]

snowdroplace

For the record, neither girl had been outside yet.

"Do you think anyone will mind us having a snowball fight on the lawn?" Elli asked, worriedly, as she peered outside and pulled on her mittens.

Nina bounced, curls flying everywhere despite the hat she was wearing. "If they do, we just hit them with snowballs even more," she reasoned.

"Nina!" Elli protested.

With a laugh, Nina spun. "It'll be fine!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop being such a worrywart, Elli!!!!!!!! Live a little!!!!!!!!"

"I live just fine," Elli murmured, feeling a bit stung. "I just don't want to get in trouble!"

Which was going to happen, though not the kind of trouble Elli was worried about. Heh.

"It's okay," Nina said, smiling. "I'll take the blame if anyone's really upset, okay?????? Holly Jollies are fearless!!!!!!!!!!"

"Well, that's not fair either…"

"Do the Snow Bunnies want the right or left side of the lawn to start with??????????"

Elli sighed, but she was smiling. "Right," she said, "because we'll have the right to win that way."

Nina burst out laughing.

[Come join the snowball fight! ~~Plz wait for the~~ OCD has been eaten by candy canes!]

thebeastofhouston

Arabella was returning from her science class when an exhausted deliveryman stopped her just outside the dorm. "Arabella Baylor?"

"Yeeees?" she asked.

"Sign here, please."

Care package? But she'd just gotten back from Houston...Arabella scribbled down her signature and waited to be handed a box or something, but the guy just said, "Have fun with it," and walked away.

It was then that Arabella noticed the twelve foot skeleton standing on the lawn.

"What the--hey, I didn't order this!" The guy ignored her. "How did you get this thing up all those stairs?" Still no answer. Arabella stared up at the skeleton. The skeleton...stared off into the distance, several feet above her head. "What the heck am I supposed to do with you?"

((Open to all who would like to boggle at Arabella's new friend!))

crack_that_whip

So, there were some homicidal clowns out and about on the island today. Which was infinitely better than being hugged by a goddamn rug, so Trevor was more than willing to get on board the clown fighting train.

He'd found a decent spot to keep an eye out over the area and gotten his whip ready for a decent fight as one loomed on the horizon.

And waited. And waited a little more.

"Christ, you've got to be kidding me," he grumbled as the clown very slowly made it's way toward him.

[So very open!]

nookiepowered

Survivors who had enough mind and memory left to be survivors were mostly smart enough to avoid this entrance by now. If the writhing, glowing, sometimes moaning mass of flesh and moving body shapes (not all of them humanoid) spread across the doors and masonry wasn't enough to spur them to find another way in, then the blind pink face of a former friend or loved one pushing half out of the undulating surface for a moment, mouth open in (agony)(ecstasy)(forever) usually did the trick. Even if it seemed to call to them. Especially if it seemed to call to them.

The thing that used to be Bo wasn't going hungry, though. No hungrier than it had ever been, which was (always)(ravenous)(forever). The mindless ones, the broken ones who couldn't bring themselves to care anymore, the hollow, the warped and the wounded, the strangers when they came, the animals, even, their natural instincts lost... Something always wandered near enough, eventually.

All it had to do was wait.

( Cut for image )

[OOC: open to anyone who feels like fighting, avoiding, vocally or mentally pontificating at, taunting, or otherwise encountering a hungry, sexy wall. As you do. Technically school grounds but posted in dorms comm because it's so not an official school function.]

era_two_triangle

Peridot was really putting the 'Peri' in 'paranoid' today. Which was a statement that worked much better when said aloud, but she was both unaware of the narrative, and still fairly new to Earth humor to begin with. Suffice it to say, she would have been happy to hide herself under her bed in her dorm room (the first actual functional purpose she saw for the stupid thing) until the weekend's end, when the fusion would inevitably leave. Hopefully.

If she was lucky.

Instead, she was standing here. Waiting for Mr. Peanutbutter. In the open. Because she had a book he needed to return to the library, and he'd promised to take her to get a replacement.

She was... jumpy. Jumpy was a good word for it. She'd found a tree and she was standing with her back to it, so that nobody could sneak up on her from behind, but that didn't cover the rest of her, and she still felt painfully out in the open, here. A lot.

This place had been safe. It was supposed to be! The fusion wasn't supposed to be here!

[OOC: Waiting for two, but can be open!]

imisscookiecat.livejournal.com

Steven had been through a lot, since he'd last been in Fandom. A lot of adventures, misadventures, drama, and intrigue. In fact, as he popped out of the portal from Beach City onto the grounds in front of the dorms, he was all excited to tell people about what had happened. So much to tell.

Which caused him to pause, and then look at his watch as it adjusted to the Fandom time zone and calendar.

"I've been gone how long!?" he exclaimed, trying not to panic. He was certain he'd be in trouble over this. Forget saving the planet or any of the multitude of other things he'd done... he was a delinquent student!

[ooc: oh so open.]

kenselvren

Jalian had finished her morning exercises, taken a shower, and headed outside to enjoy the air and clean her knives. It was a perfectly normal day.

And then she was showered in rainbow dust.

After exclaiming and sputtering over it all, she tried vainly to get it out of her hair and clothing.

Damn it, whoever that was!

rebelseekspizza

Everybody dealt with their emotional baggage in their own way. Some people accepted it. Some people ran away from it. Some people sat around and wept about it.

Dante? Dante had found a nice patch of empty ground behind the dorms, and he was punting his baggage up into the sky, then cleaving it in two with his sword. "Fuck off!" he called. "Puns should just stay punning!"

Something something abuse? The unnatural sharpness of Rebellion cut right through it. Hunted? Two slices in such rapid succession that the bag came apart in four pieces in mid-air. Don't know if I'm even--

Dante curled his arm back, bringing up the sword behind him. He focused, thinking about power, energy, shifting through his body, pouring into it-- Rebellion gave off a soft chime and it flashed white. He brought her forward at the same time as he kicked up the suitcase; a razor-sharp blade of white energy shot forward and cut it in two like it was a piece of paper.

Two more blades followed fast.

Tiny chunks of suitcase hit the grass.

"Good," Dante muttered, wiping at his cheek with his sleeve.

[[ open! ]]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin didn't want to let this opportunity go. He used to sit out here fairly often with his banjo or guitar. And this weekend had him feeling very nostalgic indeed. So in the spirit of the weekend, he began to sing.

[Open of course. He'd love to jam, or take requests. Or just catch up and reminisce.]

seeks_truth

It had been days of ceaseless hunting, and yet Cassandra was no closer to fulfilling the request that had been made of her. It was beginning to dawn on her that it was, perhaps, a fruitless quest, and that the chance that Anders had long since made up for the lost moss was considerable.

She did not want to stop hunting. It felt as if she were giving up, and that was impossible.

But when she stumbled out of the woods that morning, branches in her hair and not a spot of teal deer blood on her sword, she was beginning to doubt her own actions. Perhaps her time would be better spent guarding Anders' room, to ensure he would not leave, or patrolling the dorm grounds for the same reasons. Perhaps she should accost Leland again. Perhaps...

Her stomach growled.

...Perhaps, she thought to herself for the first time in over a day, perhaps she should eat.

[[ open! ]]

kenselvren

It was a little chilly out, sure, but nothing really awful, and Jalian was frankly tired of being indoors. So her last trip to the mainland, she'd liberated a tarpaulin, and now she was setting it down to avoid any wet ground or melted snow, and was doing stretches in the sun.

She hadn't yet decided between running through exercises and working on the temporal math of this place, so she'd brought a towel and a tablet, and had set them down next to her.

[OOC: Open lawn and open post!]

myownface

If you thought Sparkle was going to just let this weather pass him by today, you really had another thing coming. Glitter! There was glitter as far as the eye could see with drifts that came halfway to his knees around some of the corners on the grounds to the dorms. And Sparkle?

Well, Sparkle had an affinity for glitter, okay? He could do so much with this stuff. Stick it in more shower heads, throw it off the roof at people in water balloons, mail it to his enemies...

And that was why he had already stuffed his backpack full of the stuff, and had now started on filling a couple of pillowcases, besides. He was going to be twinkling for like a year, but like that was really anything new, and holy shit, the possibilities were endless, here.

Endless.

[OOC: Open lawn is open! GLITTER.]

not_a_moonie

Okay, so the waking up with absolutely no idea who or where you were was not fun. Like, at all.

But the part where, in all the flailing around, Alana accidentally worked out she had wings? That was cool. Not as cool as having memories or some idea of what was going on would have been, but cool. Especially when, to go by the people she saw walking around the dorm building, wings seemed a little non-standard.

Of course, it would have been even cooler if she had some idea how to fly. Which she didn't. Shed started out standing in her dorm room, fluttering her wings madly; that hadn't worked, so she'd thought maybe she needed to be outside to get a running start.

A few failures later, she thought maybe she needed a jumping start. Which brought her shinnying up a tree ...

Which lead to her jumping out of the tree, fluttering the wings madly, almost sort of coasting for a foot or two -- and crashing down again. (Ouch.)

"What's the point of wings if you can't even fly with them?" she grumbled, and clambered up the tree once more. She was sure she'd get the trick of it eventually.

[OOC: Open for weekend SP!]

nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com

It was a lovely day today. Exactly the sort of day to spread a blanket out on the lawn, wear sunglasses, read a book and enjoy the sunshine.

Elsa -- usually an ice princess, but temporarily a polar bear cub -- was scampering around on the lawn, making the most adorable honk-growling noises. There was a very localized sort of storm around the cub: the lawn was frosting over under Elsa's feet. Little snowflakes danced in the air; Elsa was striving valiantly to catch them on her tongue.

It was incredibly cute. In fact, Eleanor was too busy watching to get very far in her book.

If anyone asked about the implausible snow, Eleanor would claim there was some Fandom-ish weather strangeness going on. Hopefully, they'd be too distracted by the adorableness to question that.

(SO VERY OPEN.)

nips-your-nose.livejournal.com

So, between Karla's suggestion yesterday and radio this morning, Jack had worked out a business plan. It was a pretty simple one, so far as business plans went. After all, he hadn't ever really had much in the way of marketable skills in his lifetime. The plan went as such- First, there was the sign, written on a piece of scavenged cardboard with a dying Sharpie marker. And then there was the wastepaper basket, borrowed from a common room (sorry, fourth floor!) and half-buried in a mound of snow so that it wouldn't blow away.

The sign read, simply:

Feeling Hot? Localized Snowstorms - $5
Hugs From Jack Frost - $5 and Actually Believing in Jack

... With an arrow pointing to the basket, in case people didn't know where to put their money. He wasn't taking any chances here.

His little business all set up, Jack perched himself on a tree bough and waited.

[OOC: Open, but SP for work. I kind of had to.]

notconflicted

Sia had Vitor trained pretty well, but he was a breed that needed activity, or she'd come back to her room to find it destroyed. So she brought him to the front lawn to let him run around unleashed for a while, since telekinesis was really good for keeping puppies from successfully running off.

After a while of sitting and watching him attack some leaves, she decided she had no idea what he was doing. And that he was probably having more fun than her at any given moment.

[Also open!]

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

milkedhiseel.livejournal.com

Tyrion was still adjusting his gauntlets as he took his place atop a large rock and raised his voice. He supposed the muggy day meant he'd pay in sweat for the suit of armor as the sun rose higher, but he was still a Lannister. He would wear proper red and gold insignia today for the sake of that.

He took a moment to glance over his army. It wasn't much of one, a few dozen children and every explosive that could be cobbled together out of scraps. Those with him still deserved the dignity of any troops.

"We don't have a lot of time before we're noticed," he began, "so I will make this short. Today, you are all doing something very brave in taking up arms, and I thank you for it. We may be hurt. We may not succeed. If we do succeed, you may find no glory in it. We may not get songs written about us, or gold to fill our pockets -- and if you're out here for any of that, wipe those thoughts from your mind.

"But this island -- the people on this island -- deserve better than the dictatorship of a madwoman. We deserve the freedom to think as we want. The right to kiss someone we love outside on a summer day. And as I speak, some of your compatriots are risking their lives to free our imprisoned friends from her clutches. Others will be working through the night to find a way to dethrone her once and for all. Our distraction will give them the time and space they need to reach those goals. Let's not let anyone down."

He drew a breath, took one last glance to the school. "Now, on three, pick up your weapons and go."

nottheshoes.livejournal.com

George had spent the weekend without hands and with hooves. For all the warnings Kenzi had given him, that had still been... an extremely strange experience. One that took a little recovery. Or at least a little head clearing time. So after a lazy start and a good breakfast this morning, he’d taken a bit of a walk through the preserve and found himself a candidate for practice.

Maybe it was weird that this was how he felt the most himself when he was raising dead things, but he wasn’t about to start reading into that at this stage.

Rather than take it back to his room, a quiet place on the lawn outside the dorms had been found, and he was repetitively seizing and releasing control of the bunny's unliving mind. As much as anything else, it had been a while since he’d done any practice, and he really didn’t want to fail out of Nancy's Mirror training because of something like that.

To the untrained eye it would likely look like he was alternately meditating and watching a very brave rabbit.

[[ open like a lawn, and George is interruptable. ]]

Current Mood: calm

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Frank had been decidedly troubled to find himself rather more equine than usual.

Today, though, he wasn't in the least bit troubled, because he'd thought a bit about spin. Sure, he had four legs and a (somewhat effeminate) tail. But he also possessed the capability to do things that he couldn't normally.

Like what, you ask? Well. Just look at the makeshift obstacle course he'd assembled for himself behind the dorms. There were things to leap over, brush to duck under, and a single sugar cube at the finish line. And Frank was going to run through this thing until he could do it perfectly, because.

Yes, he was a dork. Shut up.

geewhizfellas.livejournal.com

"Oh, boy!"

When Butters woke up as a pony again, as he had that one time last summer, he was ecstatic, and he couldn't comprehend why anyone would be anything else. From the moment he stumbled out of bed, tripping on his own hooves, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he wasted no time prancing out of the doors and onto the yard, where his boundless energy and excitement seemed to be on full display.

Butters was pretending he was a champion race horse, running back and forth. He nearly crouched down on one end of the lawn, wiggling his butt in the air before he call out, "And they're off!" and he barreled forward with loping steps, breathlessly narrating the excitement of the race until he reached the end and cried out, "And he's done it! The clear and unsurprising winner is none other than Butters Stotch, that fine stallion! Well, we know he'll be breeding with the finest filly in the stable tonight! Give us a victory lap, Butters!"

And so he did, mimicking the sounds of the cheering crowd as he pranced about until the next race.

[[ open lawn is open! ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

After taking out more than a few NPC's in town (sorry about the outside of Cafe Luke's!), Annie decided that maybe it would be safer for her to take to the grounds with some restocked supplies, recharge a bit, and make sure she was good to go on for a while longer.

So anyone around the dorms might notice Annie sprinting across the lawn to take refuge under a tree and check her equipment.

Not dirty.

[You know you want to ping in and get paintballed/pulled into the game/yell out the window at her and blow her cover.]

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Unfortunately, it would take a lot more than the threat of losing funding to allow Britta Perry to be able to take this sort of fascist regime to take over, even if only for a week. She regarded the uniforms with complete disgust, seeing them as nothing more than symbols of conformity and the loss of individuality for the mindless monotony demanded by the Man to ensure that no one had their own brain, personality, or even fashion sense. This was not going to stand. Oh, no. Not while Britta Perry had anything to say about it.

The smoke bomb had been a failure, but Britta was sure that this protest would be more effective...and more important. Uniforms! Ha!

Needless to say, Britta was not wearing her uniform. In fact, her uniforms were piled up in front of her on the ground.

"We will not be confined to the strict and starchy guidelines of uniformity!" she called from the front of the dorms. "We are not clones, but human beings! We are not factory made cogs to fit into your machine, but people! Down with your pre-fabricated attempts to make us all mindless blank slates to serve the one percent! This is America, not Communist China! This is the Land of the Free, not the Land of 50-50 Cotton-Poly blend! I reject your pathetic attempts to make us conform and substitute it with anarchy of my own! Behold!" She held up her lighter in triumph. "This is what I have to think about your fascist dress code!"

And this was where she was supposed to ignite the lighter and set the flame to the uniforms and send them up in a glorious blaze of revolution, but her thumb seemed unable to spark the flint. "Damn it!" she said, giving the lighter a shake and trying it again, to no avail. "Why isn't it working?"

[[ stop her. please. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

The ~~Freedom Costumes~~ uniforms had been given out, the teachers had been prepped, and everything was as set as could be for the school board's special guests to arrive and start their tour. Zoe wasn't one for prayer, but it seemed like that was all she could do at this point. And hope that Annie wasn't the kind of person who needed caffeine to function.

[This post is for the tour of the dorms/school, for Annie, the Howells, any school board members who want to ~~supervise~~ come along, and any students who want to be in the dorms during the tour. There will be a tour of the town posted this afternoon!]

hurtingzeebo

Sam had a towel spread out across the grass in a sunny spot on the lawn. She had a bowl full of meatballs and a whole slew of disgusting new videos to watch online.

Life was good.

[ooc: expecting one, also open, yadda yadda.]

wwiii

When the frat gathered today, they'd probably notice, before anything else, that the pizza boxes were piled slightly higher than usual on table that Warren had set up outside, there was coffee sitting right along with the soft drinks, and that Warren was looking a little more antsy than he generally did, pacing around until it was time for the meeting to get started.

A little bit of the tiny him in tights over the weekend might have rubbed off, some. The bit that really just wanted to be doing something.

"I don't know if any of you haven't ever heard of baseball," he ventured, turning on his heel and heading back the other way. "Or played catch or anything like that. But after the weekend," which he wasn't sharing details about, so help him, "I figured maybe some of us would like to blow off a little steam. And, I mean, we could go back inside to play video games. It isn't like we don't have plenty of those. But it's kind of starting to look like spring out here, and... Yeah, I'll admit I always kind of wanted to try to hit a ball with a stick and see how far it goes."

That would be the rich winged kid admitting that he'd never played baseball before, yes.

"So there are a few baseballs, some bats, and enough gloves for everyone," he continued. "You guys can do whatever you want with them. Throw the ball back and forth, pitch and try to hit. I don't think we have enough guys for an actual game, but you're all welcome to try to make something up as you go."

Just so long as nobody got clocked upside the head with a bat or ball, Warren figured that this was a totally okay sort of activity for the fraternity to do in the wake of another weird weekend, yes.

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

It might come as a surprise to some Fandom students to find, on their way into or out of the dorms or simply just looking out their windows, that there was a pair of girls in a tree staging what appeared to be some kind of protest. A very loud, very annoying protest.

Blame the gremlins, man.

"And don't you gentrifying bitches even think about cutting down this tree!" Rebecca yelled, pumping a fist in the air. Her uncharacteristically unruly hair flew everywhere. "This is -- this is a--" She turned to Stacey and lowered her voice. "Is it an oak or a red maple?"

[[oh god, so open.]]

answer2bheard.livejournal.com

Today, when the Anarchist Philanthropist club met, it was outside. Jim was grinning, a surfboard-like object tucked under one arm, and a few (reusable fabric) grocery bags slung over his other shoulder. Out of the bag were poking a few pieces of paper with little foil packets taped to them. At least two of these things (the grin and the environmentally friendly bags stuffed with things) were shared by his compatriot and fellow not-leader as well, though Britta’s grin definitely had a certain smirking quality to it, too.

( Bet you can't guess where this one is going, guys. )

batwaffles.livejournal.com

Even a few days in Gotham City was long enough for Stephanie to notice how quiet Fandom was by comparison. She didn't mind; it wasn't a bad kind of quiet, just a little jarring at first.

She had a slight frown on her face as she made her way back up to the school from the causeway, weekend bag slung over her shoulder. Holiday weekend or not, Batman hadn't taken it easy on her in training.

Guess the big guy doesn't believe in long holiday weekends. Or holiday cheer.

. . . Batman had been, shall we say, generous with the constructive criticism, emphasis ironic.

Lots of working out, sure, and Stephanie was still a little stiff from that, but she'd spent a lot of time working on observational skills and mnemonic techniques. Her head was full, and she was mulling over all kinds of detectivey things.

And in no hurry to get inside, either; you just didn't see stars like this in Gotham.

[OOC: Open, sure, whee!]

notmyownage

Claudia hit the ground with a soft whump and blinked into the dirt. She looked up just in time to catch the last of the clouds disappearing on the horizon.

There was a horizon again! She remembered horizons. Horizons were good.

She remembered the rest of it, and not sure where the urge came from, she focused in on it nonetheless, remembering her dorm room and her friends and the town, her brother and their parents and Artie and the Warehouse and Myka and Pete and their families and Leena and Mrs. Frederick and everything else she could think of.

It took awhile, that much remembering. But for the first time in what felt like ages, Claudia figured she had awhile to spare.

[ooc: sure, it can be open, why not?]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn put her hands on her hips and surveyed the lawn beside the dorm with satisfaction. The tea party for the Fabray/Wyndam-Pryce ticket didn't look bad at all, she thought. They'd cordoned off an area with red, gold and black balloons and stuck campaign signs in the ground, and there was a buffet of herbal tea, scones, fruit, and finger sandwiches for everyone to nibble.

They hadn't known about the debate when they planned this, but really, it was a perfect companion event -- a little lower-key chance to polish their lines and make sure they'd connect with the voters.

Pasting on a smile, she stood near the front of the space and waited for potential voters to wander past.

Current Mood: hopeful

whateverknight.livejournal.com

Squall didn't know what to do about the people getting sick. He didn't know what to do about the creeping grayness of the land, or how to fix things.

There was one thing he could do, though. And he could do it very well.

Beside him lay a pile of dead creatures, slowly leaching foul fluid into the grass. Some of it was blood. Some of it was green and globby, or thick and black and inky, or a purple that almost seemed to glow. Where it had spattered on Squall, it sizzled and slowly burned away at his leathers.

None of the twisted animals were going to get NEAR the front door of the dorms -- not if he could help it.

(Open like an open thing!)

[ETA: LJ is being a sucky thing right now and not sending me notifications. If I accidentally drop a thread, smack me via email or IM.]

Current Mood: whatever

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

Marshall? Had wings. And they kinda worked, as evidenced by his prior attempt in the common room. Of course, both his and Topher's first attempts had been... problematic, so it was time to practice.

"This is kinda fun, actually," Marshall said from a height of a few feet. He looked down at Topher. "You know, I was going to get you to go first."

[Open! Topher modded with permission. :D ]

brat_inslayage

There were a lot of snacks today. A lot. Chips, pastries, pizza, pretzels... not much in the way of candy, though. Funny, that.

Anyway, a lot of snacks, kind of like someone was trying to make up for the lack of a meeting last week, and about double the usual amount of coffee and soft drinks, emphasis on the caffeinated stuff. There was also some sparring gear laid out, because those were two sets of things that clearly went well together.

"So it's finals week," Kennedy began. "I know, I know, not so much with the hardcore study time at this school, but it's another sort of easy week anyway. Especially if some of you guys are still sorta recovering from being little and hyper and doing some wacky things over the weekend. So hey, do some sparring if you guys want to, or kick back and have snacks, sneak in some study time if that's your thing." The 'nerd' tacked onto the end of that sentence was purely implied.

"It's been a good semester, you guys." Oh, she so wasn't going to get sentimental on them here, so she left it at that.

"Try not to get eaten by something in the meantime," Maladicta added helpfully. She was going to stick to the caffeinated stuff after all the... b-word over the weekend.

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck was not a fighter, by any stretch of the imagination, and usually spent these invasions safely holed up indoors if at all possible, leaving the heroics to the people who liked swords, or could punch someone out without even trying. It was better that way.

This invasion however? He was in his element. Of course he was. It only took one restart at the dorms lobby yesterday to figure out the lay of the rules and since then he hadn't had much trouble hording coins, dodging turtle shells and jumping on toothy mushrooms.

He wasn't venturing far from the dorms, simply because he didn't need to to play at this. He'd set his sights on clearing the lawn outside the dorms entrance. Waging war on the creatures that dared to come near him here was good enough for him.

... And maybe he liked the option of running back indoors when spiky balls or turtle shells flew at his head.

Still. He was helping!

[[Open, should anyone else who can still leave the dorms want to join his ground defense.]]

Current Mood: bouncy

brat_inslayage

Yep, back behind the dorms today, with beverages and snacks and all that good stuff. You couldn't screw with a good formula like that too much, right?

"Hey, guys," Kennedy began, and did you ever have that vague feeling like you should be worried about something but there wasn't a single good reason for you to think you should? Because yeah. That was her today, if the slightly preoccupied air about her was any indication. "So I bet you thought tug-of-war was a strategy-free kids' game, right? Not so much."

It'd been a surprise to her, too, before she'd braved the wilderness that was a Google search. Spread out in the grass of the clearing was an arrangement of four ropes attached to a metal ring with carabiners, though, which she walked around as she spoke. A circle had been outlined in chalk on the grass, its circumference about halfway between the central ring and the ends of the ropes.

"So, this is a little exercise in teamwork and thinking on the fly. Split up into groups, each group grab one rope, and see if you can work together to win, 'cause this isn't gonna be a basic pull-harder-than-the-other-guy thing. And yeah, you can shift to one side or another and try to make the angles work for you. Group that manages to get the ring across the circle first wins."

brat_inslayage

The reservists had been ~~handwavily~~ notified to meet in the Danger Shop this week, because the exercise was... something different. Behind where the leaders were standing was a field (that inexplicably had highway lines) that was constantly being hit by very large, very erratically-timed snowballs. Splat! Running across the field, between the highway lines, were intermittent packs of... very large rabbits. Hopping energetically.

"For the record, this was not really my idea," Kennedy felt the need to point out. "But today we're working on mobility, so you have to make it from one side of the playing field to the other without getting hit."

Any resemblance to a certain video game was beyond her; she wasn't a nerd.

Maladicta, at least, had no clue what this was in reference to. "With snowballs," she added slowly. "Are you certain this is an actual exercise?"

"It's not exactly what I was going for, but it works," Kennedy argued. "It's dodging things from multiple angles. It totally works."

Riiiight.

"We could at least make the rabbits more frightening," Maladicta grumbled, shooting Kennedy a look from beneath her umbrella. Stop being 'helpful', Maladicta. "But, if you're all ready, get to it. Dodgers."

brat_inslayage

Maaaaan, it had been a while since the Reserves had met like this, hadn't it? If anything that wasn't going to do anything but encourage Zack to peer curiously around the group, trying to see if he could spot any new faces. Sure, it was a little chilly out, but that was what the coffee was for. Really, he was kind of starting to see what Maladicta saw in the stuff!

"Hey, guys! Welcome to the first Reserves meeting of the new semester! You're probably all introduced half to death by now, right?" He took a mouthful of sweet, sweet coffee, and offered the group a grin. "Sorry, but we're going to make you do it one more time, for good measure."

Maladicta peered out from under her umbrella ~~ella ella~~ to give him an amused look. "We'll at least try our best to make it interesting for you to do for no doubt the twentieth time these past two weeks."

"Because this isn't class." Kennedy paused long enough to take a swig of her own coffee. "Not to say this isn't serious business. So, new kids, let's just give you the quick rundown. If you're here, we're assuming you wanna help out next time something ugly goes down and we need to kick some ass. So-- introductions this time? You kinda get to brag about yourself, 'cause we're interested in knowing what you can do."

not_tylerdurden

Christmas was always a very ambivalent time for Calvin, attempts at good behaviour spawned from the desire for presents competing with, well, his Calvinness. This year hadn't been as much of a struggle...at least until the snow had started falling.

That had tipped the balance well and truly in the favour of Calvin giving up completely on getting anything but coal (and the odd can of tuna courtesy of Hobbes) in his stocking.

He had been up since the very wee hours, building what he was quite certain was the most awesome snowfort in the history of ever, then stockpiling ammo. As Hobbes kept watch, he carefully patted yet another slushball into shape, waiting for his first unsuspecting victim to make their appearance.

[First thread locked to, um, me, rest of post open. Please come save me from myself.]

Current Mood: productive

life_inshadow

Tara was well aware that doing anything besides staying in her room was stupid, and self-destructive, and -- other things that would disappoint people who cared about her.

Which was why she wasn't telling anyone. (It was just barely possible there was a flaw in her logic, yes.) But she'd been feeling stronger and stronger with the thought projection spell, and it had been so long, and could it really hurt to pick her way through the bog to the edge of the labyrinth and just think at the people inside? So, after finding a relatively dry spot by the labyrinth walls, she did exactly that, trying to let Karla, Bobby Emma and the others know people were thinking about them and trying to get them out.

Just in case she ran into any trouble, she had a few defensive spells up her sleeve and she'd worn shoes she could make a clean get-away in. She was being stupid, but not that stupid.

[OOC: Open. She was going stir-crazy.]

momslilassassin

Today Ben's investigation had taken a slightly different tack that just looking in books. He'd fallen back on his GAG training and was viewing the abductions for what they were--a crime.

And a criminal investigation required evidence. After scraping off rock samples from different walls in town (maybe he'd be able to discover what property was allowing those walls to grow so fast), Ben pulled his rebreather over his mouth and slowly approached the swamp near the school.

Even with the aid of the rebreather, the stench of rotten eggs was almost overwhelming. He glanced at the rickety bridge, wondering if it would be worth it to construct something a little sturdier.

[OOC: Open! Anyone want to build a bridge?]

Current Mood: working

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George couldn't believe she was actually going to class -- the shitty one, because the one she liked had been canceled, and naturally, if she was going to have only one class cancel today, it couldn't be the shitty one. It had to be the one she liked.

Unfortunately, going to class meant crossing a weird-looking marsh. Bad enough by itself, except --

"Oh, I think I'm gonna puke," George announced. "That is the worst -- I can't even --"

George might go to class, if she could cross the bridge of the worst scent ever fucking invented.

"I HATE THIS ISLAND," she shouted, just in case anyone was listening.

(OPEN. I am so, so calling in a Sir Didymus for this, because I MUST. Anyone else who wants to bother the knight, or pester a cranky dead girl, JOIN US!)

Current Mood: sick

puppy_fair

Wasn't it refreshing to be having today's Reserves meeting outside? Outside in the sunshine, with the trees turning and the soft tickle of pollen on the breeze?

"Hey, guys!" Really, it wasn't possible for Zack to get much more antsy than he usually was, was it? "Today we're going to cover some more physical drills, working on hand-to-hand combat. There are plenty of techniques to choose from, from speed-based martial arts to strength-based grappling, and they all have their benefits. If you don't know your fighting style, that's fine! You can partner off and practise today, after Maladicta and Kennedy give us a quick demonstration!"

This couldn't possibly go wrong!

Of course not! Why would there be anything wrong with two girls demonstrating hand-to-hand combat techniques? Other than... oh dear. Was that mud on the ground in that only patch that was in the shade and therefore safe for Maladicta to, oh, do anything in?

"One of the most important things to remember is that there will always be someone stronger or more skilled than you," Maladicta said, taking off her jacket so it wouldn't get mussed. Even though, being a vampire, it would only serve to enhance the look. "Kennedy has more training than I have, for instance."

"And Maladicta's stronger than I am," added Kennedy, shrugging her hoodie off, and exercising an amazing amount of discretion in just leaving the explanation at that. "So she's got one kinda edge over me, I have another over her..." Wow, Kennedy, pick less picturesque prepositions. "Anyway, it's a whole thing."

She was all distracted, and words were all... evasive. "So screw the explanations, let's just go for it. Also, since this might get messy today?" She eyed the patch of mud. "Not that we're keeping score, but you might be, so bonus points to you if you partner up with someone for cleanup afterward. 'cause... fun."

Which meant this was the best time for Maladicta to tackle Kennedy into that mud. It ended up less 'graceful predator' and more 'Girls Gone Wild', unfortunately. Okay, not so unfortunate at all for most people watching.

And Zack... Zack was going to just stare.

"So, uh... get to it, guys?"

[Open!]

puppy_fair

There was nothing at all awkward about this meeting today. Nope, nothing awkward at all. Even if Kennedy somehow managed to look everywhere but Maladicta's direction.

"So, everybody survived Parents' Weekend," Kennedy noted, scratching behind one ear. Nice choice of words there. Really. "Good to see, 'cause, uh... it was questionable there for a while. Family and guardian types can make you crazy, we get that. Like if they're not so down with you doing what you do, or kind of wigged out by some of your classmates just being who they are, or..."

Keep talking yourself into a hole there, Kennedy.

"Anyway, point being, we made it, right? That's good. But if it was a stressful weekend, we get that. So it's a decompression kind of day. Talk it out if you want to, figure out ways to keep from going crazy, all that fun stuff." Look, she hadn't exactly planned her part of the speech. Not because it was awkward or anything, though.

And Maladicta was staying on the other side of Zack for now. Just in case. "While it wasn't exactly an invasion like the piranha, I'm sure the appearance of family here can be about the same level of stress." Or more. Probably more! "But, like Kennedy said, today we'll be relaxing a bit after everything this weekend."

Even though Maladicta hadn't had any guests... Nevermind that now!

"We have coffee--" Sweet nectar of life. "--and biscuits from in town. Not made by anyone here." That last part couldn't be stressed enough.

"And," Zack added, a little weirded out by all of the awkwardness, but kind of terrified to ask what in the world it was all about, here, "there's a bunch of pool noodles here today, if any of you want to use them to smack some of your frustrations out against walls or trees or the gate or one another!"

He'd grabbed a pink one. It was perfectly manly, thank you.

[Open!]

brat_inslayage

When the reserves group gathered behind the dorms today, they'd notice that Zack and Kennedy had gone to the trouble of putting up quite the elaborate setup for the meeting today. It was a little too sunny for Maladicta, unfortunately, so the leadership was temporarily down to two. This, of course, wasn't about to stop them.

"Hey, guys! We're going to be doing some simple exercises to help with agility and surefootedness today! We've whipped up a little bit of an obstacle run to give you guys some practise." Zack grinned as he put his hands on his hips and looked over at the... well, actually, it was a bit of a mess, that they'd set up on the lawn. A bunch of garbage bags had been laid out end to end and soaked with water, and on top of them every now and then there sat tires of varying sizes. Like a slip-and-slide that seemed to exist just to send you tripping into things.

Which was totally safe, right?

Completely! If you asked Kennedy, anyway. However reassuring that might be.

She gestured with one arm at the obstacle course, which-- if you thought it resembled a giant pizza made of plastic and rubber, guess what had inspired the whole thing? "So hopefully you guys don't mind getting a little soaked, 'cause I think it might be inevitable today. Unless--" She arched an eyebrow, challenging. "Unless you're just that good, in which case, don't hog the course for people who need to work on it more. Oh, and no diving just to splash around, okay? It's not a Slip 'n' Slide."

No matter how much it resembled one.

"Keep playtime for sometime that isn't now. And try not to get hurt." Much.

puppy_fair

"Hey, guys!" Zack was in... what was possibly the best mood ever as people gathered behind the dorms for the weekly Reserves meeting and he passed out colored scarves in black and purple. "First off, I want to say good job to everyone who helped fight off those fish on Friday! You totally showed them all who was boss! Twice!" And the world might never know if he was being completely serious, or if he actually thought that he was being clever. "Today we're going to be doing a bit of team-building. Does everyone here know how to play Capture the Flag?"

If you didn't, he was going to look at you strangely.

"To practice teamwork," Maladicta added, giving Zack and his excessive cheer a look out of the corner of her eye. For someone who lived on caffeine, she really wasn't hyper enough to even attempt his level. "If you don't know what it is, we'll be splitting up into two groups based on the color you are assigned and work on defending your own flag while trying to steal the other teams."

And guess who snagged a black scarf. Go on. Guess.

It wasn't Kennedy; she'd snagged a purple one and tied it rakishly around her head like a headband. "Seriously, it's self-explanatory. Flag, capture, duh, right? It's not rocket science." Oh, god, nobody ask her to explain rocket science. Please. "So go, split up and do that thing."

She could've said more about working together, but like she'd ever been trained in that. Pssht.

[Open!]

whateverknight.livejournal.com

When Squall left the dorm this morning, he found himself beset by a ~~random encounter~~ swarm of miniature Fastitocalons. Whatever.

He didn't leave the dorm WITHOUT his gunblade, except when he went to class, so he was prepared. A few slashes made short work of the monsters, and he found himself disappointed that it was over so quickly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), another swarm headed towards him at the same time that something cast Revive on all the KO'd monsters at his feet. Great. Just great.

He could be here all day.

And he wouldn't enjoy himself. At all. Nope.

[Open for anyone who wants to join the party! Don't worry, it's not limited to three people.]

Current Mood: whatever

inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com

Instead of the nearly usual coffee, there was a bend to the whims of the other leaders of the reserve and it was a large selection of mocha lattes. Yes, with a lot of whipped cream. Happy now, Zack?

"Welcome back," Maladicta said, under her umbrella ~~ella ella~~ once again as she addressed the group. "Today we're going to be talking about methods for escaping capture using whatever is available to you at the moment or your own natural abilities."

Like turning into the ever cliche bats!

Zack couldn't turn into bats, but he suspected that he'd totally find a way to escape capture if ever he was in a situation that warranted it. It would probably take him a while, depending on the situation, but sooner or later...

"It's really hard to say just what sort of capture you might face, on an island like this. But the simplest one for us to work with here and now would be the ever classic... Being tied up," Zack intoned, bouncing and smiling and yes, totally happy because his mocha had whipped cream and life was good and he was stupidly high on sugar. "Ropes and handcuffs and all of that!"

Oh, sure, bring up the natural abilities thing. Kennedy at least got to keep the annoyed look off her face by smothering an amused smirk at Zack. "Not like that, guys." Oh, you know someone was thinking it.

...someone other than Kennedy, because that was a given.

"Not like what?" Oh, Zack. You knew better, you silly boy. Stop playing dumb. "Aaaanyhow, today we've got some chairs set out, and some rope, and some handcuffs and stuff to experiment with. Pair off with someone and take turns tying one another to the chair, and trying to get free! Wriggling helps, I've heard! And, uh, if somebody is having trouble getting out, have a heart and let them go if they ask, okay? We're not here to traumatize anyone, just to get some practise in on the chance that we end up in some sticky situation."

Knowing Fandom, it could be literally sticky. But as someone who'd gotten tied to a chair not all that long ago herself, Kennedy spoke up, "And it's cool if you want to, uh, sit this one out today."

Maladicta was giving Zack a very concerned look for that last comment there, but was just going to ignore it for now. ~~Square Enix sure was dirty!~~ "If anyone has tips beside... wriggling... please feel free to share with your compatriots."

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