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Today, the Reserves met outside. The leaders figured that people might need a little fresh air and the chance to move around a bit. There was the traditional table of ~~moddable~~ snacks and beverages for anyone to partake of. Assuming they had the appetite.

"Today, we're going to be talking about how to deal with an invisible enemy," Karla said, because they enjoyed being topical. "Of all the senses we have, most of us rely far too heavily on out sense of sight. That hinders us greatly when it comes to enemies that are invisible, or when it comes to fighting in the dark or when we're fighting enemies from ambush."

"Or when you battle disease, that some might have given you purposefully," Dolf said quietly. He hadn't quite managed to disassociate any of this from the Crimson Death since Cally's message yesterday. "There are many kinds of enemies that can't be seen, and not all of them are things you can hit. Or they might be things you can see, but that creep in when you least expect it, take someone and then go." Experience with that? Never. "But there are ways to deal with this. Keeping watch, and even just knowing."

"From a martial perspective, it's important to utilize your other senses as much as you can, to avoid letting a lack of a visible opponent become a handicap," Wesley added. "In an ordinary fight, one might not even realize all the clues provided to you by simply listening and being present in your physical space -- but when you're no longer able to see what you're fighting, it becomes that much more imperative to take advantage of these things."

Off to the side, there were basketballs and strips of cloth set out. "For martial and support," Wesley continued, "we'd like you to pair up and take turns approaching one another. One of you should wear the blindfold and try to -- gently -- toss the basketball at the other, using the rest of your senses to the best of your ability to try to locate them, while the other tries to be as quiet as possible. You can trade roles when you're finished."

"For magic," Karla added, "we're going to do the same thing, only use power to try to deflect or shield against the ball while blindfolded. If your powers don't work that way, we can talk about other ways to practice using your gifts while unable to see."

[Co-written with the usual suspects!]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not, generally, a fan of television. Too many bad memories, too many bad associations, too much screentime herself. However, it was late, and she couldn't even fathom sleep yet.

So she'd padded out to the common room to make herself a cup of Karla's magic non-dreaming tea, and curled up in front of the television to watch things that were in black and white. She'd never really seen a lot of this kind of television -- the sort of thing to make people smile, rather than cry.

And if she was trying to forget that she'd spent the weekend as a seven year-old again, well, she couldn't be blamed.

[open, i am bored.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

So, there was this thing. This thing wherein Wesley had been an owl during the last week of classes and had missed out on the opportunity to take his girlfriend to prom. There was also this other thing wherein said girlfriend was leaving tomorrow to participate in some crazy people's idea of a game. The result of these two things combining was that on Thursday evening, Wesley made his way up to the sixth floor with flowers and candles and a stereo and decided to make Katniss a second attempt at prom.

It took about an hour to set up, what with the stray balls from the ball pit finding their way under tables and over to the middle of the dance floor. But eventually he managed a room that looked... almost like a prom. There was one table with various appetizer-like snacks on it, candles lit all over the room, flowers in vases, and prom-appropriate music flowing from the stereo. In short, it was a prom.

Once he was satisfied that it looked as nice as it was going to look, he headed downstairs to the second floor, left a note on the door of room 221 directing Katniss to come up to the sixth floor, and then went back upstairs to wait. All in all, he was quite proud of himself.

[[for the girl! this has totally used up my cuteness quotient for the week, omg.]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

After recovering from eating doughnuts with Leo, Luke decided a workout was probably in order. He was probably gonna end up going down to the salle anyway out of sheer boredom but he liked having a reason to be down there. Gave him something to work to.

He spent some time doing some simple exercises before getting into practicing against the dummies. As per usual when he was working alone, Luke sort of went into autopilot when it came to training. He sliced through the dummies easily and with a lot of skill, but his head was off somewhere else, thinking about everything from the work he had to do back home to Katniss's problems to what the hell he was gonna eat for lunch later. Before he knew it he had worked up a pretty good sweat and the dummy he was wailing on was worse for the wear.

After a few minutes he took a break and wandered over to the practice swords, inspecting them to see if they were good enough to teach with or if he'd have to go back home and steal another one.

[The salle is open, of course]

endsthegame

It had been a thankfully calm and uneventful week for once. Ender knew better than to hope that would continue, though he wasn't so bound by superstition that he feared acknowledging it aloud. However, not exactly being the type to talk to himself, he didn't anyway-- instead he was doing so by moving into the common room without his laptop this time.

He was going to check out if the History Channel was showing something interesting instead.

Yes. Exciting.

He had a bowl full of cereal and a glass of milk, and he was going to spend this morning doing the closest thing to relaxing he ever did. Well. Second-closest. He'd already gone through his morning exercise schedule.

...

Nerd.

[[ open! ]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

As much as Luke hated waking up early, he was willing to do it if that meant he could get training and showering out of the way early so he had nothing to do but sit in front of the TV for the rest of the day. Yeah, huge task, odds were he was going to die a very painful death, should be working, he knew that. But there was football on. Playoffs. Just because the Patriots were out of it didn't mean he was gonna stop watching. He was a son of Hermes; he liked to watch all teams equally, and without prejudice. Mostly. He'd be okay with the Jets losing. They sucked.

Deciding to leave the TV in his own room to Nico, Luke headed down to the common room to watch both games. He raided the kitchen for soda and candy before flopping down on the couch to watch TV. He was sorta getting M&M's all over the place since he wasn't paying attention while he was eating but, whatever he'd clean it later.

[Post is open, yes]

Current Mood: lazy

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not exactly the sort to fuss over her appearance. Ever. But even she knew that a blizzard added to spending time with a boy (not that there was anything to that! Just spending time! With a boy! Who perhaps she liked, maybe, a little.) meant that fashion was a tricky business. She toyed with the idea of wearing something Cinna had sent, but in the end, she picked a longer shirt and comfortable pants -- a very Katniss outfit. The only thing that she did, that Cinna might have approved of, was that she left her hair down and out of its braid. She didn't dress it more than that, but even this much was far more neurotic than she'd ever been picking out clothes.

And since they'd planned to go out somewhere, with food, and that was clearly not an option, Katniss had raided the common room pantry. And such, her contribution to this meal was...Oreos. And some peanut butter. Hopefully that would be good enough. There was a fireplace, anyway, and she'd curled up near it to keep warm. She could have been happy enough going out, but she didn't think the island was of the hardy stock that she and Wesley boasted (or pretended at), and there wasn't likely to be many places open, anyway.

So she settled in to wait for Wesley, mentally rehearsing things that she definitely didn't want to talk about: the Tour, Peeta, the future, Panem in general....

[Katniss is here for Wesley omgggggggg, but common rooms are open!]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was aware that tomorrow was some sort of holiday, and while she was fuzzy on the details of its origin, what mattered was the fact that she knew it had to do with feasting.

Needless to say, she was looking forward to it.

However, Wednesday evening found her restless. It was too cold (and soon, too dark) to stay out in the woods -- even if she had been inclined, the animals themselves were tucking themselves away into warmer locations. So she took to the roof after stowing her bow and arrow, tucking her jacket around herself and just quietly looking out over the edge. With the Tour fast approaching, she knew she had to appreciate moments like this, when she could just think and be alone, quietly. Even if she was afforded a time like this in the coming months -- and that was unlikely -- it would be filmed, and shared with Peeta.

So right now, she just stayed still in the chill, appreciating her peace and quietly nudging little rocks off the edge of the rooftop, just to watch them fall.

[bored and making pies. open yay!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce could be out of his room without feeling the need to find a more private place with the first person he saw. It was a good feeling. A good enough feeling that Bruce was willing to actually risk messing with the television in the common room again. But first? Threats.

"If you act up on me, I will end you," Bruce whispered while kneeling in front of the set. "There's a window right there. I will throw you out of it. You will be destroyed. And then I'll buy a new TV for the floor. I can afford something that will make you look like you're a black and white set. Nobody will miss you. So behave, or you'll force me to prove that I'm serious."

Bruce settled into a seat on the sofa and turned on PBS. It worked just fine. "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement," Bruce said with a bit of a smirk.

Good job badgering the inanimate object into working, Bruce.

[OOC: Much like the writing utensil I use exclusively for writing the third vowel, this post is open.]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was bored. And so George went to one of those common rooms, picked up the remote, and began channel-surfing.

One station was re-running the movie Hint, and nothing else seemed to be on, so she was going to go with it.

She rummaged in the kitchen to find microwaveable popcorn and settled in for the movie. People could join her, if they felt like it. It was a common room and all.

(Very open!)

Current Mood: bored

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss had been here for a full term now. And really, all things considered, she thought she had experimented fairly well with the options available to her. She'd tried a multitude of foods, she'd become deeply familiar with the woods surrounding the school -- she'd even learned to work some of the electronics here.

What she had not done sufficiently, of course, was watch the television. Once she'd learned that there were multiple channels, she'd buzzed through them, concentrating on news stations and sports (as these were the things that appealed to her.)

Tonight, though, Katniss had discovered something special. Katniss had discovered that people cooked competitively on the television. So she was plunked in front of the television with a gallon of ice cream (all hers unless you asked nicely, thank you), enraptured by...Top Chef.

(She was gratified to see people eating the food, though the structure reminded her a little of the Games. At least, though, it was much...gentler. Or seemed to be.)

[come distract me from dreary WWII memoirs, omg!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley did not like his Thursday class. No, he did not. He did like shooting things, however. So that was where he could be found this Thursday, hitting the target every time and throwing in some show-offy maneuvers on occasion.

Another thing he did not like was being bad at stuff, which was unfortunate because today was to be the second session of his archery training with Katniss, and so far he was not particularly pleased with his performance in archery.

So he shot some stuff while he waited for Katniss.

[feel free to come in if you want! Heads up, I have class from 12:15 to 2:30, but I'll be on before and after. And oh man that time difference conversion was too much math for this early in the morning.]

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thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

After trying marshmallows the day prior, Katniss was drawn to the main campfire again tonight -- this time, with food of her own in tow.

She had made a stop in town, using a small chunk of the money she'd brought with her to purchase as many different kinds of food as she could. So, while she had several bags of marshmallows and even a box of Twinkies (they were growing on her), Katniss had bought quite a few ~~moddable~~ things that one might not normally see at a campfire.

While roasting marshmallows proved easy, she soon regretted the decision to try to roast a cupcake. As well as the piece of pizza she tried to hold out over the flames on the end of her stick.

Katniss had never really had enough food to experiment with cooking before. She dutifully ate everything she put out into the fire -- even if it was charred -- but she was well aware there was far too much for her to eat alone.

[open like a campfire!]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke, naturally, didn't mind this cabin thing too much. Sure, he had been enjoying only have to share a living space with one other person, but cabin living hadn't been that difficult to re-adjust himself to. At least the cabin here wasn't filled with thieves and emo people like Hermes cabin was back at Camp Half-Blood.

He also liked being able to sit around a camp fire and light marshmallows on fire. That was something the dorms lacked. Weird how you miss stupid things like that.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: relaxed

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss made her way to the shooting range on Monday afternoon, her bow and a quiver full of arrows slung over her shoulder. After Friday's Marksmanship class and her frustration with the rifle, the idea of learning to shoot alternate weapons was all the more appealing.

So she warmed up as she waited for Wesley, setting up targets and shooting them in the head (actually, precisely where their left eye would be, if they were real) neatly. It was excellent stress relief, particularly after the weekend.

Though, when she thought about Rue, her aim faltered just a bit, so she quickly banished any thoughts of her small, lost friend.

[she's waiting for Wes, but it's an open range! :D]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss and Rue had, on the floor before them, a truly bizarre assortment of food: several different kinds of fruit, a couple loaves of bread, a box of Twinkies (she had to prove they were real), and as much candy as Katniss had been able to carry.

"Even I haven't been able to try all of these," Katniss admitted, tentatively pulling a Twizzler.

[open open open! Katniss will share her ~~very moddable~~ food. :D]

puppy_fair

Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

“Hey, everybody,” Kennedy greeted everybody when they’d assembled, and her slight scowl was at least partly due to some jealousy she’d never admit to that someone got actual missions to go on. (Be glad she’d taken most of it out on her Watcher on the phone, just before the meeting.) “So since we’re all here to make sure we’re ready to fight when it comes down to it-- at least, I assume that’s why you’re all here otherwise you might wanna rethink your afternoon plans-- I’m hoping this means you guys are all keeping up with your training during the rest of the week.”

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

“But since we’re all here, and going through drills and stuff isn’t quite the same as actually getting into it, and the invasion I ordered is out of stock-- kidding,” she added, just in case, “you guys get to square off against each other today. Hand to hand, weapons, your call. Or if you wanna go up against me or Zack, that’s cool too. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Which was usually more of a Jak line, but someone had to say it.

Zack, who also hadn’t had a mission since... since April and he was trying very hard not to think about that fact, thank you, just smiled (which was mandatory for Zack), placed his hands on his hips (which was typical of Zack at things like this), and nodded (because he could).

“The clinic is that way,” he nodded toward town, “if you get carried away, but you all know by now that I really prefer you don’t get carried away. I have potions, too, if it comes to that.” Insert obligatory 99 potions joke here. “You probably won’t get the opportunity to stretch and properly warm up before an actual invasion hits, I understand that, but I’d really appreciate it if you guys could do that, here. So!” He moved his hands to his hips, and he grinned a little more brightly. “Get to it, guys! Show us what it is you’re made of!”

...

“Carefully.”

[OCD ~~coming~~ up and this post is open!]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

A love for sports ran in the family so, naturally, Luke was excited about the World Cup final today. All of the teams he rooted for were kicked out of the tournament a while ago (seriously, Greece, what the hell?), so he didn't have much of an opinion on who he wanted to win. That little octopus guy picked Spain and his grandfather had a thing for Krakens so maybe he'd lean over that way.

Whatever, he just wanted to eat some popcorn and possibly see people duel with vuvuzelas.

[Well it's open, naturally]

Current Mood: good

therewaslife

The clouds were easing the heat a bit and, without the sun hanging high in the sky, Bod figured that spending some time outside wouldn't give way to an inevitable sunburn. He thought about walking into town but eventually decided that that could wait till later.

Instead, he veered off and clambered onto the deck, sliding into one of the empty loungers and actually choosing to be lazy for once. Usually, laziness was a side effect of having nothing to do or trying to avoid something else but today, he just wanted to relax. He found himself caught up in the movements of the clouds, dark and opaque as they were. He wondered what the sky looked like behind them, if the peeks of blue would stay long and where those clouds would go after moving off.

It wasn't heavy contemplation but he was enthralled by it anyway.

[Deck is open. I like clouds.]

Current Mood: enthralled

stylin-wizard.livejournal.com

Alex made her way to the common room and plopped down on the couch, intent on finding something good to watch. Instead, she found a program on the myths of magic and wizardry.

There was a bowl of popcorn in front of her and every so often, Alex would throw some at the television and make comments. Clearly, those people had no idea what they were talking about.

[I don't even know. Open.]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not fond of the television. The ones here were, at least, far more primitive than the ones at home, but she still associated them strongly with bad news, and mandatory viewing for all districts.

However, the common room was a place that she knew had food. It wasn't as convenient as her quarters at the Training Center had been, when she could press a button and receive food, but she knew she could find something she hadn't tasted before here. And now that she was beginning to grow more comfortable in this environment -- even if she was conscious of the ever-watching eye of the Capitol -- she figured that selecting a box of crackers from one of the cupboards and curling up on one of the couches was safe enough. After a few moments of silence (and unbearable curiosity), she set to work figuring out how to turn on the television.

What she discovered was not replays of old Hunger Games, or footage of the destroyed District 13. No, she found a program of simplistic figures made out of basic shapes, in bright colors. The figures seemed to be small children who screamed at one another in horrible voices, often using coarse language. It was easy enough to follow, even if she didn't quite understand why it was playing. And yet she couldn't look away.

[yeah, Katniss discovered South Park because I'm watching it on Comedy Central. Open!]

puppy_fair

When the reserves group gathered for today’s meeting, they’d be met with... Well, they’d be met with Zack, stepping forward and grinning brightly at the lot of them, maybe bouncing on his toes for good measure. Hey, just because there was the possibility of new people didn’t mean he was going to try to be all serious about it. Zack didn’t do serious all that well.

“Hey, guys! Welcome to the first reserves meeting of the new term!” He nodded toward the table that was set up nearby. “Help yourself to the cookies if you haven’t already? We’re going to take it easy today before we get into the serious stuff again next week. Introductions and things like that, in case there are any newbies around, you know? Starting with us, of course. I’m Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. I specialize in working with swords,” like the absolutely massive one on his back, “and take on some of the most heavy missions that my job back home can hand a guy. Usually on my own.”

“Kennedy,” the girl who was about half his size and cradling a crossbow in the crook of one arm spoke up. “Potential Slayer, trained to fight demons and your standard supernatural baddies. Long story, ask me later if you want to know. I know swords, not as much as Zack does, and knives and a few other things, but my real favorite is this baby here. I’ve been working with crossbows for nine years.”

“Jak,” said the blond who looked like he both desperately needed a haircut, and didn’t care much about haircuts to begin with. He also had ears that stuck out... at least several inches and tapered off to a pointy end, and a chunk of metal strapped to his thigh. “Freedom fighter. I’m good with hand-to-hand, but my thing is shooting things. Or blowing them up.” He took said chunk of metal from his thigh, pulled another chunk of metal off his back and pressed the two of them together. The whole affair stretched out suddenly, assuming the shape of a gun with a large blue cartridge shoved in the back. “Any questions?”

[Open reserves are open to all! Co-written with the usual suspects.]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss had spent the better part of her day -- that which was spent out of (admittedly, interesting) class -- wandering the island and familiarizing herself with her surroundings. So far, weather differences aside (and those were minimal), the woods of the preserve weren't terribly different from those outside of District 12, or what she'd hidden amongst in the Games. The beach was unfamiliar, and made her slightly anxious due to the lack of coverage or familiarity there.

She'd seen some of the little blue deer that the boy had mentioned on Saturday, but had decided not to shoot them. She had plenty to eat (and had even hidden a few things in her dresser, and under her bed, just in case) and hadn't encountered anyone she thought she could trade with.

But just because she wasn't hunting (and she still itched to, so that would need to be resolved), she didn't want to grow out of practice. Surely President Snow wouldn't be surprised -- if she was under surveillance -- to find she was keeping up with her archery. So Monday night found her grabbing her bow and quiver of arrows, and taking a walk through the gym to see this range she'd heard about. It was clearly meant for guns -- something that made her uncomfortable -- but the targets would work just as well for archery.

This was where she would be for the rest of the night, pausing every now and then to move the targets and make it more challenging.

[open as a range is! I am le bored, oui. :D]

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Second Floor Common Room [lateish evening]

Sixth Floor, Thursday Evening

Salle; Monday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

3rd Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon

6th Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon/evening]

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Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Night

Second Floor Common Room [Wednesday evening]

Shooting Range, Thursday Afternoon

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Main Campfire; Tuesday Evening

Shooting Range [Monday afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room [Friday evening]

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Workshops

Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon

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