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Zack looked way more at ease with the world at large than he did last week. And he was totally going to blame the weekend, yes, chocobo and all.

"Hey, guys! I don't know how many of you are going to be sticking around for more of these meetings this summer now that class is over, but considering the last few weekends, I figure we should probably cover this topic regardless." A little grin. "Weirdness, right? It happens. One weekend, you might not be you at all, and the next you might be a parent, and the weekend after that you could be the wrong gender or five years old or a puppy."

... He actually kinda liked being a puppy.

"But what do we do if something worse happens, at the same time? What if half of us are babysitting our future kids, or are kids, when alligators that puke flying shark-toothed goldfish show up? Who's going to do the fighting? Maybe it won't even be a problem, on the weekends where everyone turns into somebody else, but when there are more people than usual to keep safe, how are we going to juggle that?"

"This may be a topic you'll wish to speak to the magic reserves about as well," Arthur continued, "Nevermind support. Of course, there are only limitd things we can do; I'd suggest leaving up notes for yourself if you've changed, something which I believe support has already covered. In terms of actual fighting..."

Beat.

"How capable are any of you of remembering how, let alone acting on it if any of these matters occur?"

"Be sure to take some extra cookies today if you guys are leaving soon," Zack added, absolutely shamelessly. "And even if you aren't. There's never a bad time for cookies."

[Open!]

bitchprince

Arthur still had a leaf in his hair, nestled somewhere he couldn't actually feel it.

He also had some mud on his face.

He was also a little on the cranky side.

So giving him a sword was probably not the best idea on Earth, but it's not like anything could stop him. And he'd... shower after his training. He wasn't going to let a little weekend get him down.

As he was showing the dummy.

Yep.

[[ open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome to the very last frat meeting of the year," Arthur announced, formally. "You have all held yourselves well in brotherhood and good sportsmanship." Give that one a moment to leak in, guys. "And we have been proud to call you our frat brothers."

He cast a look towards Hannibal.

( kkg, we will miss thee! )

[co-written with the dude that will be king,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: grateful

bitchprince

This close to graduation, this close to his last final, this close to Break Week, which might have been a relief to most, but to Arthur simply spelled empty days with nothing but himself to rely on to keep himself busy.

Some of the jitters were already starting to set in - not that he'd admit it - and so on Thursday, his countenance may have been comparable to a caged tiger's. Again, not that he'd admit it.

In an effort to distract himself, he carried himself to the common room, where at least he wouldn't be tempted to spend the whole time pacing. He'd brought a book, of course, but reading calmly wasn't entirely for him right now either. He forced himself to do it anyway.

[[ open! ]]

glacial_queen

The plastic-covered snacks were once again under umbrellas today as the Magic Reserves met outside. Next to the table was a very large tub, covered with a bright blue plastic tarp from T&C's.

"Kiss kiss!" Karla greeted everyone as they assembled around the table. "Today, we're going back to different ways magic can be used to dodge or shield against attacks. Hopefully most of us will never need to know ways to avoid missiles flying at our heads and other various body parts, but as long as the island keeps getting attacked, we need to devote time and energy to keeping our skills sharp." She grinned. "Though no one said we can't have fun doing it."

"And what better time to break out a bit of fun than now?" Merlin asked, ~~blinding people with his Irish-ness~~ smiling far too much for someone only wearing a pair of swim-trunks. "Tony? Would you do the honors of starting us off?"

"Absolutely," Tony said. He flipped the tarp off the tub and called a balloon to his hand. Which he promptly threw at Merlin.

"Hey!" Merlin, so very kindly, responded the same way. Though his balloon was aimed at Karla.

Karla squealed. "I thought we'd agreed to gang up on Tony!" she protested, snagging the balloon with Craft and tossing it back at Merlin. Another flew out of the tub and raced towards Tony. "Have at!" she called to the rest of them. "Try to keep as many balloons as possible from hitting you!"

[OOC ~~on its way!~~ up!]

puppy_fair

"Last one of these before the break," Zack mused, stepping in front of the group as they gathered behind the dorms today. "And so today, I want us to do something a little different."

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking over the group with only a fraction of a smile on his lips. "We're not the only reserve group on the island. There's a group for people with powers, and another for those who provide support like first-aid and food to us while we're in an emergency situation. So, today I want us to talk about what it is that both of those groups do that we, as physical fighters, can benefit from. And, in turn, I want ideas about the things that we can do in order to make their efforts run more smoothly. We don't want to be tripping on each other. We just want to see a threat and eliminate it in the most efficient way possible, and teamwork is what's going to get that accomplished."

Arthur gave Zack a quick nod. "There are many avenues in which they can be useful," he said. "The support group already helps us facilitate communication by phone, for example, and tends to our wounded. Likewise, there are spells and abilities that can help us improve our performance in battle."

He... didn't mean for that to sound like a Cialis advert. Honest.

"We've done this exercise before, but I'd like to underscore its importance. Find magic and support members. Talk to them. This is the only way we can find our common ground efficiently."

"Some of us are members of more than one group," Zack added as a final note. "You guys have the advantage here, clearly. The rest of you, powers or no, don't be afraid to swing by one of the other groups this week to see what it is that they're about."

[Open!]

bitchprince

Arthur's crappy mood about being caught awake with nothing but his boxers on last night had been slightly mitigated by the clean-up afterward. Not that that was anything like anybody else's business, thank you very much, and don't mention it.

So if he was mellow and not particularly aggressive during his drill in the salle that morning, that could be squarely blamed on Merlin. Instead, he slid smoothly through his forms, waiting for his student to arrive.

[[ open to all ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon," Arthur intoned, smiling at those gathered. "We thought today might make for a good bonding experience over some more sports and, of course, copious amounts of food."

He wasn't overfeeding his reserves, but he was going to abuse frat to stuff his face.

"We have pizzas and hamburgers," he continued, "Feed as you wish. Hannibal will be informing you of the sport of the day."

( the rest is under here! )

[co-written with that guy who likes the other guy with the ears,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: amused

bitchprince

"This week, I'd like to consider our shoreline again," Arthur began. "We mapped them last year - you can find copies of the maps we've made in the usual place." Being at the end of the table with the sandwiches. "There might come a time where we find ourselves beaten back to the very edges of our island. In order to cope with this eventuality, we need to know which parts are defensible, and how."

He nodded towards the preserve behind him. "Be it the cliffs of the preserve, or the beaches, or the docks," he continued, "The water is of course a natural obstruction. If we are dealing with a landborne attack, it will mean having a line we don't need to pay attention to - but also little chance of escape. Barring those of us who can walk on water."

Not meant as a joke here, no.

"If they're coming in from water or the sky, different strategies might be needed. I suggest you all pair up and head to different areas on our shoreline. We can compare strategies next week, or earlier for those of you who'd like to reconvene ahead of time."

That would be that.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up and open! ]]

bitchprince

Regular time, regular place, regular...

Well, not-regular child.

Sorry, Dinah, but Arthur was a little busy teaching another, more promising student today. Rather than resort to his own drills, he fell back and ran Rhys through his own, inserting the occasional encouragement or correction as he worked.

The boy deserved the better part of his attention.

[[ open! ]]

bitchprince

After spending a full day keeping Rhys busy (and running him through his swordcraft training, and dealing with his still-abominable tracking skills, which had also ended in a lesson, god help him) getting fifteen minutes to himself while the boy entertained himself elsewhere seemed like the greatest kind of luxury.

Not to say he wouldn't check on Rhys soon enough again, because Arthur was nothing if not dedicated. Right now, though, he would collapse in this seat on the deck with a glass of water and a small plate of cheeses and bless the silence.

Rhys could be out here any minute again. He was somewhat faster with his food as a result.

[[ open to all, including kidlets, woo ]]

bitchprince

"During the attack two weeks ago, we found ourselves relying on our fellows," Arthur began, peering around the reserves. "It can be safer to go out in teams of two or three, especially when our vision is limited and larger groups might become unwielding. We have spent a lot of time training ourselves individually, but it is small groups that will have our attention today."

He gestured at the group. "I'd like you to find a partner or two. Discuss your skills or powers, and determine whether or not they compliment each other. Practice combinations of individual skills wherever possible. We won't get you all up to anticipating each other's movements in one session, but it will be a start."

A beat.

"If possible, try to meet up and do the same several times this week," he said, "If nothing else, it has become obvious we are strongly in need of small teams used to working with each other."

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

bitchprince

Arthur hadn't been able to make it down to the salle at his usual time on accounts of the fact they had only arrived that morning. Still, Dinah had been on the same trip, so the message had been ~~handwavily~~ communicated during the way back.

Not that Arthur hadn't managed to get a lot of training in during the trip, but the sword in his hands was more familiar, a better friend than the quarterstaff.

He was not particularly violent or passionate today, simply sliding through his motions with a clear purpose. Felt good, as always, to give his muscles a workout.

[[ open! and I'm done spamming! ]]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

puppy_fair

Arthur had a distinct bandage attached to the side of his head, if anyone was paying attention: he certainly was choosing to ignore it. "Good afternoon, reservists," he began, "I'm glad to see all of you back onto your feet today. I think by now it's customary to consider our performance after an event such as last week's." A beat. "To help us in this endeavour, I've let Zack serve the cookies this time."

Oh, and you better believe that this week when it came to tackling down the businesses in town for cookies, Zack had totally delivered. Chocolate chip, peanut butter, sugar cookies that kinda looked like colorful eggs for reasons that Zack couldn't figure out for the life of him, and Oreos. The Oreos were pretty much mandatory.

"Help yourselves," Zack all but chirped. Somebody was still giddy after that fight with godzilla (nee GODZILLA), and was quite possibly just barely refraining from bouncing. "And then talk about what we did right, and what we could have all done better over the week, and what we can do to keep things like that from happening again."

bitchprince

Arthur couldn't see.

After an excellent morning spent with two insane madmen (if you could call either of them men), this was exactly what he needed right when he was planning to arrange the start of something that would hopefully let him blow off steam (and let's not talk about where the child was right now, shall we?).

He had absolutely no idea where he was about five minutes into trying to get to the usual spot. Sane people would have given up by now (and most of the reserves no doubtedly had), but he was Arthur fucking Pendragon.

He didn't do that sort of thing.

[[ arthur is here for one, but open if you want to have your character stumbling around looking for the reserves meeting ]]

bitchprince

Monday. Salle. Arthur.

It would surprise no one that by now, the one function he had truly mastered on his Blackberry was the spreadsheet one. He used it to keep his schedule.

Between drills, he agonized over what to do with his Thursday afternoons. He just had church; surely, there had to be something else he could fit in there?

During drills, however, he thought of nothing of the kind: he just moved, fast as always, sword slicing through the air before him. With utmost concentration.

Still. Thursdays. It bugged.

[[ open! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Not exciting, but fun: Dinah had ordered pizza, made popcorn, and had pop out for whoever wanted it, while she clicked on the Chiller marathon of Darkest Night. The usual theme music swelled, the vampires swooshed across the screen, and hello, Lee's shirt getting ripped. How she'd missed you.

[open to all, as Dinah catches up on Tony's show]

bitchprince

There was a window of time between waking up, early morning training, school, more training, frat, and radio in the evenings. Sure, it was a relatively small window of time, but Arthur didn't see why he shouldn't make use of it by doing something useful.

Like reading more ancient French science fiction - something by Louis Boussenard, to be exact. Something about ice this time. It was fairly thrilling.

Uncharacteristically, though, he had grown tired enough of the silence in his room to take it outside into the common room. God forbid what disturbances that might drag up, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with the... ceiling.

Yes.

Whatever, he could do as he liked.

[[ open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."

That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.

( oh, time related misunderstandings! )

[co-written with he who eats bananas,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: content

raspberryturk

"Today, we're going to be speaking a bit more on the various invasions we've handled these past few years," Arthur began, "And for that purpose, I've invited Reno over to cover the ones he suffered through that most of you didn't." You know. FYI. He crossed his arms. "Many of us remember the vampires," he continued, "Slightly less of us remember the zombies. Fandom likes to keep us on our toes by bringing different kinds of invaders to our shores. Next week, at a yet to be specified time, we will commence a battle drill to practice. This week, we study the past one last time."

He nodded at his compatriots.

( Reno gave a quick nod. )

[Open!]

bitchprince

It was Monday, the weekend had been uneventful - thankfully - and Arthur was working off some left-over aggression from the whole Morgana mess. This time, he wasn't taking it out on the dummies, but rather on himself-- forcing himself to be more precise, more measured, more everything as he moved.

He lost some track of his surroundings in the process, but that was all right.

If anything, sparring Zack had put a new spark into his training routine.

[[ open, although I'll be gone for a good chunk of the day ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

The members of the frat had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet down at the pool today. As always, there was a table set up well away from the water with snacks and drinks (wait thirty minutes after eating to jump in, guys!). Hannibal, standing there in a swimsuit, looked pleased with himself.

"Today, we're swimming." It was on his mind, go figure. "With summer coming, we thought it'd be best to get you all ready by throwing you in the water and getting some exercise. If you don't know how to swim, stick to the shallow end. If you do, go wild. Don't kill each other or anything like that. This is just to get you in the summer frame of mind while getting you some leisurely, or aggressive if that's your thing, exercise."

Arthur had unabashedly red swimtrunks.

It was worth mentioning. He was a Pendragon, he could rock the red.

"For those of you who are more sportsmanlike," Arthur continued, "the pool has the faculties for laps as well. If any of you are interested in a competition of some sort, let us know and we'll arrange it." Of course he would get competitive. It was how he rolled.

"That's all we have," Hannibal said, nodding. "Now, get into the pool! There'll be no suntanning here. Into the pool or you'll get tossed in."

Hannibal would do that too. That was how he rolled.

[co written with that other guy who looks good without a shirt,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: WET

bitchprince

It had been quite a while since the last time Arthur had faced off with Zack, and if he were perfectly honest, he was in fact curious to see how much the boy had improved. Aside from his other concerns where Zack came into the picture; it was also a shallow excuse to check up on his state of mind.

Arthur came into the salle with his newly-recovered favourite sword in hand, earlier than he'd settled with Zack. After the whole mess with Jacob, he could use a few drills with it to get some of his aggression out, so...

There would be a blond knight on the mat, going through his forms with ruthless efficiency.

[[ primarily for the puppy, but open to all in general for salle use or Arthur abuse ]]

puppy_fair

When the Reserves group assembled behind the dorms today, it was Zack who stepped up to address them first.

( There... weren't any cookies today. )

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up, and open Reserves post is open!]

bitchprince

Arthur had woken up in a room covered in Union Jacks and smelling of poorly-made scones.

He had made an executive decision not to think about it.

He had then cleared out, taken a sword from the weapons locker, and gone straight down to the salle in order to pound some normality into being on the heads of the poor fencing dummies. He had no idea where Merlin was yet (having wanted to get out of the be-Union Jacked room as soon as possible) but he'd sent a text message (along the lines of where are you? I'm in the salle which was downright civil for his standards) and he was sort of hoping the boy could make it there to join him in his denial.

He would be here, anyway, slashing at things.

[[ ooopen ]]

bitchprince

Waking up with an insane hairy idiot in his closet had not been Arthur's (or England's or UK's, whatever name you chose to pick) first choice for an agreeable morning. Most upsetting.

He also had no idea where he was, but it was likely he had simply passed out in the pub last night and forgotten about it. Whatever the case, he was peckish. A good breakfast would do him well.

And so he found himself in the kitchen, boiling water for the tea, mixing up dough for the scones and ~~badly burning~~ cooking sausages.

All be warned. The kitchen was full of hazardous materials this morning.

[[ so I seem to hate myself. arthur is now arthur kirkland, anthromorphic representation of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland from Hetalia. post is open. mocking myself has ensued; and i swear i won't mention this again, but he looks exactly like arthur, just with thicker brows and green eyes. hush. ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, fellow fraternity members," Arthur began, crossing his arms and surveying his estate. Or the 1st Floor Rec Room. Whatever you chose to call it. "Today, I thought we'd ease back into our normal activities. We will be watching football." Beat. "Or soccer, as is the local word for it. I think we've got replays of Chelsea versus Manchester City...? Right."

He'd left the catering to Hannibal. He had dearly hoped that hadn't been a miscalculation on his end.

"Yeah, I don't have a clue," Hannibal admitted since soccer -- sorry, football -- wasn't his sport of choice. "I mean, I know we've got something but I can't tell which team's which. I'm too busy following the ball."

This is why hockey gave him a headache until there were fights. The fights were fun. Anyway.

"Anyway, yeah, we're going to be watching the game," he continued. "I picked up pizza, sandwiches and onion rings for those that are really hungry. Those that aren't can snack on the smaller treats. Chips, crackers, that kind of thing. And hey, if you wanna get into fights with each other, go for it. Just don't do any permanent damage."

He was a support frat leader, he was. Still, he gestured to the televisions, the comfy chairs and the food before heading to grab a slice himself.

[co-written with

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: cheerful

bitchprince

"Today, we are going to try something simple, in anticipation of running a full-scale drill," Arthur started, clearing his throat. "Half of you will take the blue, the others will take the red. Those of you in the red, you have five minutes to spread out through the preserve. Those of you in the blue, your job is to get through to the other side without having your colour taken."

He dropped off a heap of pieces of cloth in the two shades mentioned. "If someone takes yours, you're out," he said, cheerfully, "so wear it somewhere clever, although keep it in sight. Get to it."

[[ open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon, frat brothers," Arthur started, grinning lightly at the assembled men. "Sports are an important part of our curriculum here. Which is why today, we will be focusing on that most majestic of sports festivals, the Olympics. If you haven't been watching yet? This is a good time to start. If you have? Please grab a burger and join us."

Hockey, people. Hockey.

( Olympics, Ho! )

[co written with

bitch_prince, yep!]

Current Mood: cheerful

glacial_queen

Third time was hopefully a charm as the Magic Reserves met at the Danger Shop again. And, to be clear, they were meeting here because it was a convenience and a help, and not out of any desire to show the stupid room who was boss.

So there.

"Uh, hi everyone," Karla said, trying to sound utterly confident in their Danger Shop prowess. "We're going to try something different this week. Like the Fighting Reserves mentioned yesterday, sometimes we're taken by surprise by an attack. And even though we have powers, that doesn't always mean that we're in any position to use them--or, at least, use them effectively. Knowing how to use the environment to our advantage in a fight is just as important for us as it is for anyone else."

"We especially need to learn this in case there are other people around so we don't accidentally hit any allies." Because that was a problem when flinging things about, okay?

Not that Merlin had any experience with it. Really.

"You simply need to take in your surroundings and figure out what will work best to defend yourself."

Like a chandelier!

"We're sorta going for subtle here, today," Tony said. "Like maybe you don't want to advertise you've got magic. Maybe you don't want the enemy to know what they're up against yet."

Merlin nodded enthusiastically at that, fiddling with a button or two in order to make a run-of-the-mill-evil medieval henchman appear.

"There are small things you can do in order to throw them off in a fight. Alter their weapon, pull the rug from beneath their feet, trip them with whatever happens to be near... just to name a few. The limits really only come in the form of your imagination!"

Karla glanced at her co-leaders, took a deep breath, and pressed the buttons to make the simulations start. She preemptively winced as the images appeared--and then relaxed when there was no signs of dinosaurs, porn stars or carnivorous bunnies. "Have at!" she said, cheering.

[~~Wait for the OCD or the Canadians will lose! You don't want to be responsible for that, do you?~~ OCD up! The Canadians are safe.]

bitchprince

He'd been able to put his annoyance with Morgana aside yesterday, but Monday was a whole new day, and Arthur was going to make use of it.

By applying anger and yesterday's languid sense of good-day into on calculated assault on the salle's practice dummies. His movements were tight, his anger palpable, and the dummies... probably to be pitied.

[[ open salle! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It was the first meeting of the frat for the new semester! Hannibal, as you might have expected, was pretty excited about this. Arthur, less so, but that was Arthur for you. Hannibal would pay cash money to anyone who got pictorial evidence of Arthur in glee mode. CASH MONEY.

Naturally, there was food. Burgers, to be precise. And a TV (although Arthur didn't find that particularly natural). And other... things that you found in a rec room.

"Good afternoon," Arthur started, a little looser than his reserve introductions (but only a little). "I'd like to welcome you all back to the Fandom fraternity, Kappa Kappa Gremlin. Today is a day for introductions, of course. Next week we'll resume our work in the vein of last semester. Let us know if you've got any ideas. We're looking at a schedule full of sports..."

"Seriously, don't be shy about suggesting something," Hannibal echoed his co-leader. CO-LEADER. "We're looking at mixing things up, even if we can't do Twister again." That was sad. Sad sad sad. Though, Hannibal figured he could find something just as inane and embarrassing to do on his week to lead the frat.

"So, yeah, let's get with the introductions," Hannibal continued, clasping his hands together. "Name, age, year and let's go with the most macho thing you've ever done. Come on, cough it up. We wanna hear it. And feel free to eat the snacks and bum around the rec room. It's what we're here for."

Current Mood: hopeful

bitchprince

"Today," Arthur announced, "We are returning to a mainstay of our reserves. Sparring. Some of you have done this before, some of you haven't yet: find a partner with a skillset fundamentally different from your own, and face one another. See about each other's strengths and each other's weaknesses. Discuss it afterwards. See what you can learn."

A pause.

"Also, I'd like to have your ideas about a potential invasion drill we might be running. Obviously, if we do stage such a drill, it won't be exactly as discussed here, but you are all welcome to bring your own notes and such to the table. Thank you."

[[ open ]]

bitchprince

Monday, morning, salle, Arthur.

And a staff.

It wasn't that he didn't train in the salle every other morning, but Monday had a certain je-ne-sais-quoi to it, especially after spending the previous evening fighting Professor Steve (who was rather a good sport) at Fight Club.

Bruised and slightly strained muscles got the workout they needed, and Arthur was fully focused on his work.

[[ open as always ]]

bitchprince

Arthur had ~~handwavily~~ sent out notice to all the leaders of the various reserves to meet here during the afternoon. He'd gotten JGoB's to dump some sandwiches and their ilk in the common room, and he fully expected Zack to come and cater to those gathered with his nearly unending reserve of cookies.

They had more important things to do than just have tea, after all.

"Thank you all for coming," he started, once everyone had arrived. "This meeting has been a long time coming. The reserves have grown across the board. It is, hence, of great importance that we coordinate our efforts, especially now that Fandom has seen fit to bless us with another invasion recently. I suggest we discuss how that was handled, what we can do better in the future, and how to spread our efforts out across the reserves themselves."

Pause.

"Also, feel free to partake of the food."

He had to be a good host, after all.

[[ open for the reserve team leaders! ... plus one OCD for anyone milling about who isn't. a reserve team leader, that is. ]]

bitchprince

It had been a week, and the scratches on his back were mostly down to scabs, so Arthur saw no reason not to get in some sword practice again. It hadn't kept him from securing some staffs as well, just in case Jaina was planning to show up.

It'd been a while since he'd been in a decent spar, after all, although the only reason he had suggested this one was because she had magic and hence wouldn't be hurt as easily.

Yes. That was... how he was going to justify thinking she was a capable warrior to himself.

Anyway. All rationalizations and other such thoughts were forgotten as he fell into his first drill, grinning by the time he'd finished it.

[[ ooopen ]]

puppy_fair

"We did well this past weekend in warding off the gremlins." Even if Arthur'd been asleep for... well, less time than he was starting to blow it up into being, but he was frustrated. Anyway. "But we can do better. We have shared out our phone numbers - and if you haven't, yet, please leave it in the middle - but when an invasion catches us this early in the morning, we're still left scrambling. I want some of you to serve as points of contact for other students, I want all of you to see about getting a warning out or something like it if you are caught outside the dorms."

"Today's activity is going to be simple," Zack added, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "Figure out these points of contact that we have to work on, talk about what it is we can do to make sure that people aren't getting caught out in this stuff without warning. And," he smiled a little, his expression wry, "suggest ways that we could have handled this last invasion better. They won't always party themselves to death."

[Open!]

bitchprince

Arthur wasn't strictly speaking in the right shape to really cut loose. He'd settled, grudgingly, for a lighter staff instead of his sword to train with. Even so, he was likely overextending some of his muscles.

He didn't like the limitations that came with being wounded.

He still had a few claw scratches on his face, but he'd been assured they would heal well enough and without scarring (which was a good thing, because he wasn't yet of the age where he could manage his father's dignified facial scars). Modern medicine or whatever it was they'd given him meant he wasn't going to wind up bleeding or anything.

So it was going to have to be enough. He twirled the staff through the air and started a simple form.

[[ open! ]]

bitchprince

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

puppy_fair

Today, they were back to sandwiches. Call it a punishment for last week's teddy bears.

Arthur spoke first. "A little less than a year ago, the island was invaded by zombies," he started. "They took our people and turned them into their own. It was a close call. In order to protect the students, we built a barricade around the school by the gates and watched it day and night. Today, we are going to look into how defensible the school really is."

"I wasn't here for the zombies," Zack noted, and the expression on his face probably spoke volumes about how thankful he was to have missed that, "but in a situation like that, my guess is that you'd have to prepare for a heavy ground attack, where the enemy's strength lies more in sheer numbers than in speed or tactics. Not all enemies are going to be like that, and not all enemies are necessarily going to attack from the ground, either. An opponent that can fly, or even one that burrows or teleports from place to place is completely likely, around here."

Zack looked back at Arthur. Letting him choose today's activity meant that maybe next week, he'd be allowed to bring the cookies back. Look, the cookies were important.

"I want you all to pick a partner, or two if you'd prefer. Go down to the gates. One of you will move further back into town, then attempt to enter. The other must fend them off. Use whatever materials are at your disposal, then tell us what you've learned."

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! And I swear this always said so...]

bitchprince

~~Unlike his tired mun~~ Arthur was fresh and early back in the salle. Now that the weather had died down, he had a lot of exercise to catch up on. And he was devoted to getting that done right.

... Pity those poor training dummies.

Pity them greatly.

[[ open, but SP for the next hour as I head on home ]]

bitchprince

Arthur had not been looking forward to the idea of heading out in this weather, but he was a man of duty, and he did have... some concerns in regards to the health of the horses and the dog. He also wasn't sure how long their food would hold out.

Sure, he could've asked Merlin to do it, but... Yeah. They were his horses, and his dog, and if something did happen to them he'd take it rather personally.

(Which was not to say he had a soft spot for them or anything. No. None of that)

He wrestled open the door to the stables and shut it quickly, petting Bryn over the head as she came at him. Soon enough, he was by the horses, cradling the head of his own and checking for any signs of frostbite.

Thankfully, the stables were still relatively warm.

[[ open, sure ]]

bitchprince

Normally, he'd be out harassing Katchoo at this hour, but Katchoo was otherwise preoccupied and far be it for Arthur to acknowledge in any way, shape or form that he sort of missed her being human-shaped. So, in order to avoid the appearance of sulking by staying in his room with his copy of Salammbo, he trudged down to the common room to do the same.

He spent all of two seconds considering the idea of baking himself an egg, then discarded it. Instead, he scrounged around for some grapes and flopped down in a seat with his book.

Getting his own food. How the mighty had fallen.

[[ open ]]

puppy_fair

"Hey, guys!" Zack was all smiles as he stepped in front of the Reserve gathering, today. "Since we got some more of that talking stuff out of the way last week, this week I'm going to get you all doing something a little more hands-on, taking an idea that the Magic Reserves had a while back, and tweaking it a little to better suit our purposes here!"

Because Zack was totally a rotten stealerface. And it had been a good idea.

"The thing you have to keep in mind when you're on the field is that a good bit of your strength often rests in whoever you're out there with. And, taking that a step further, nobody gets left behind. Not just because they're an asset, but because they're our people." Zack managed, barely, to refrain from getting all shmoopy and saying 'friends,' there. "But it's entirely possible that at some point, you're going to find someone trapped behind enemy lines, and it'll be on your shoulders to get them back."

He gestured to a pile of ribbons sitting on the ground, half of them red, and the other half blue. "Take one of these, and put it on your clothing somewhere, so that it'll be easy to snatch off of you. And then I want to break off into two groups according to the color of your ribbon. Each of your teams gets one of these..." He motioned to a pair of stuffed bears sitting on the ground. "They're prisoners. It's your job to infiltrate the enemy's territory, retrieve your lost ally, and then make it home safely. But if anyone from the other team snags your ribbon while you're on their turf? Sorry, guys, you're dead."

... Yeah. They were totally playing 'capture the flag.'

With teddy bears.

IT IS A MANLY SPORT.

[Open!]

bitchprince

It ws morning, it was Monday, and Arthur was in the salle, going over the edge of his own sword to make sure it was still decent for actual combat. Sure, sharpening the thing wasn't strictly his job, but he liked to make sure just in case something showed up.

He was also still mildly cranky over the phone thing, but it wasn't like mildly cranky and Arthur were strange bedmates.

[[ open ]]

bitchprince

Arthur had made sure to set up behind the dorms with a reasonable level of visibility. It was, after all, the first meeting since the welcome picnic, and they had to make themselves obvious to the newbies should one or two be drawn to the gathering.

"Good afternoon, people. I am Arthur Pendragon, and these are Zack Fair and Leto Atreides."

He had even let Zack supply the cookies this time. He figured it wouldn't hurt to charm a few, either.

"For those of you who have only just arrived on Fandom, welcome to the Fighting Reserves. Here is where we practice and plan for any invasions with the help of sinew, steel, and other materials from worlds beyond our ken. If you're looking for another way to contribute, Magic Reserves meets on Monday in the Preserve, and Support Services meets on Friday in the park."

That, apparently, were the administrative messages.

"Now, this is the week of the introduction, as most of you know. So if you're new, or you'd like to give the newcomers an update on your abilities, please, let us know who you are and what you can do. Everyone else," and he rubbed his hands as he considered the area severely, "please share your experiences with Fandom invasions, how we handled them, and maybe one or two ideas about how to better handle them next time round."

"Newbies," he continued, "Please keep in mind that the island likes to keep us on our toes, so whatever has invaded in the past will likely not be what invades next. That doesn't mean we can't prepare. Now, get to it."

[[ oooopen ]]

bitchprince

Getting to go back to regular practice after the time spent in New York? Priceless. At least if you asked Arthur, who was up good and early that morning to do just that. His muscles were aching after a while, having grown a bit lazy over the past few days despite his best efforts, but he took that as a good thing. Building.

He might have been a mite bit focused on his own drills today, yes; he was even more precise than usual. The practice dummy appreciated it.

[[ open! ]]

longislandiceme

Bobby's ability to somehow procure massive amounts of food had not deserted him, as evidenced by the fact that currently in the common room there was one (1) Bobby Drake, a stack of the last three (3) issues of Rebel Justice Unleashed and one dozen (12) pizzas of various varieties.

The common room was open and Bobby was perfectly willing to share... the pizzas, that is. Persuading him to share comic books might be a more difficult task.

[ooc: bored. avoiding doing anything resembling something productive, at least until I have to go back to school tomorrow.]

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