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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.

brat_inslayage

Yes, there were snacks, and there was even pizza and (for no apparent reason) tiramisu. Because tiramisu was just something you had after a thoroughly confusing weekend. Ask anyone. It was part of proper etiquette.

Given the A/V setup at the front of the room today, though, did you really need an explanation for the popcorn?

"So I guess everyone has weird weekend... lingery... weirdness or something," began Kennedy, who still looked confused about that whole deal. "So it's kind of a kickback day. Like, a movie kickback kind of day."

It was what happened in Fandom, Kennedy. Just go with it. "Chronological Jacuzzi Invention is the movie for the day. It was what we found at the store, so we hope it won't put you to sleep," Maladicta added. "So, relax and enjoy the random tiramisu."

inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com

The reserve met in the usual place today, but there weren't the usual amount of pastries and coffee. Which could only bode well for the people who came. Really.

"After this past weekend, we thought it might be a good idea to look into hiding places on the island," Maladicta said, possibly smug that she hadn't had any family members show up to embarrass her. "In case of an invasion, of course."

No other reason. Really. Nope.

"Not," Kennedy put in with a tiny bit of a smirk, "the kind that involves relatives. Just getting that out there. And it's warming up enough that you guys should be able to go wander around, check out the island, come up with a few places, 'cause it's been a while since we did that anyway."

Everyone who had a guest just had to hate them right about now. "So," Maladicta said with a toothy grin. "Go out to find a place to either find a hidden invader or to stay safe just in case."

brat_inslayage

Reservists had been ~~handwavily as per usual~~ notified to meet in the Danger Shop today-- where the table of snacks (including a large and, uh, fairly elaborate cake) had been set up on one end, near a gigantic slingshot... and the rest of the Shop was programmed to look like a grassy field with a dirt hill on it. On that hill was a deceptively haphazard-looking structure of... ice slabs and wood? Yeah. With green, helmeted pigs lurking inside, looking smug.

Kennedy's expression was the epitome of WTF. "Programming this thing isn't my specialty, I'm just gonna say that right off," she began, holding both hands up. She glanced at the line of scowling, impatient-looking birds hunkered down near the slingshot, then back at the group, and shrugged. "The whole idea was to figure out how we work in a situation where we're going after someone who's all hunkered down in a protected location. And it sorta came out as a thing where we're gonna be shooting these guys at that thing to take out all the pigs and..."

She trailed off, embarrassed about having to explain this at all. "It's a thing."

She was so blaming Maladicta and the duck-throwing from last week for this.

Hey now, it was hardly Maladicta's fault! "...at least they're very streamlined," she said kindly, covering her mouth with her hand to hide a smile. No, she hadn't noticed the triangle shaped ones yet.

"Yeeeeeeeeeah." Kennedy gave the birds a dubious look. "You guys really sure you can smash through that thing?"

Stupid question, apparently: she got a loud chorus of indignant squawking for her trouble. "Okay, okay! God!"

Oh sure, get them nice and angry, Kennedy. "So, get to work," Maladicta said, eying the precarious structures those pigs were hiding in. "And try not to hit anyone with them."

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

It was by no means warm outside, but it was still nice enough for Luke to be out on the roof with a coat on and not be completely uncomfortable. He was sitting out on the ledge of the roof with his legs stretched out in front of him, just looking out onto the island and getting lost in his own thoughts. He might go out and fly in a bit, but right now he seemed content with what he was doing, even if his thoughts weren't so pleasant. Maybe if he got all of his thinking out of the way now it wouldn't bother him later when he went to sleep.

[Open roof is open, of course]

Current Mood: contemplative

brat_inslayage

After ~~handwavily~~ letting people know to meet at the shooting range, it was time for the fighty reserves to begin! There were only two leaders at reserves today instead of the usual three. And maybe a little extra in the way of pastries, but that could be blamed on someone not eating so many before they even started.

"Ranged weapons are the topic today. Crossbows, small rocks, guns, a duck--whatever that can be thrown or projected at an opponent in a fight," Maladicta started. Though she was just going to let Kennedy handle the guns, thank you.

...like Kennedy knew anything about guns.

Or throwing ducks. Um.

"Which means we expect you guys to not screw around with the shooty stuff," Kennedy spoke up. "Not that I think most of you would, but just getting that out there. Disclaimers and all that. Anyone who's not so good with the shooty, now's your chance to practice, or pair up with someone who knows what they're doing and learn a thing or two."

A beat, then--

"...also if anyone has any clue when exactly throwing a duck would be useful, speak up. I kind of have to know now."

Duck throwing was a proud Borogravian tradition, thank you! Like starving and living in hovels.

"It would be surprising," Maladicta added kindly. "I'd certainly be surprised by a duck."

Kennedy shrugged. "Okay then!" She indicated the shooting range, and the ~~moddable~~ selection of weaponry laid out for everyone. "So now that you're all spring-break-ed out, go shoot things."

inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com

Another week, another Reserves meeting! Do try to contain your excitement.

... Someone has to, because Zack is doing that bouncing on his toes thing again, and so he obviously won't be the one to do it, here.

"Hi, guys! I guess you probably all noticed the kids, huh? Were any of you wondering over the weekend what you would have done if something had hit the island during the weekend? I mean, plenty of the kids that show up are handfuls when there isn't anything huge going on, just imagine them trying to run headfirst into an invasion of big, hungry things. That would be... pretty bad."

Yes, Zack. That was a good way to put it.

Maladicta's eye twitched at that. Because really, Zack. Really. You were too Zack-like for your own good sometimes. "So we will be discussing plans for protecting those who aren't as inclined toward a fight as we are. The dorms appear to be safe, but that may not always be the case."

"Especially if you let your kids have a lot of sugar," Kennedy added. Right. Focus, Kennedy. "...anyway. If getting people to stay inside and letting the magic users ward the dorms isn't an option-- say the dorms are possessed by a poltergeist and trying to kill us or something-- what are we gonna do to keep them safe?" Though, you know, hopefully nobody would be making that happen here. (Out of control frat party, her ass.)

"Is there anything that you guys know of from where you're from, that has been used to protect people who aren't capable of doing so? Especially in crazy situations where maybe they're not used to their surroundings either?" Zack bounced on his toes one more time, for good measure. "Or any ideas that you have, just from being here on the island and knowing the terrain yourself? What do we have around here that we can use to our advantage? What might get in the way? What's it going to take to keep your kids safe, or maybe your parents, or even one another, if something hits when we're all kids, too? Come on, guys, I know you're all smart, so let's hear some ideas!"

It was the Valentine's chocolate. It had to be.

daventryprince.livejournal.com

When one considered the situation, and the fact that Malaxandra was clearly from a Crazy Future that Would Never Exist, one was able to take this whole thing in stride. Besides, he rather enjoyed the company of his fake half-vampire daughter, and he would always enjoy the company of his fake future councilor that fakely birthed her, and so they were doing the only thing such a family could do to spend time together and bond.

However, they barely got into the movie and into the tubs of ice cream before Alexander had to comment in a whispered tone to Maladicta, "Maybe we shouldn't have let her pick out the film..."

To be fair, who wouldn't have thought Rule of Flame showed promise?

[[ HERE. HAVE MORE OPEN COMMON ROOMS =D ]]

brat_inslayage

"Heya, guys!" Today's Reserves meeting was being held indoors again, down in the rec room of the dorms for anybody interested in gathering. Zack, of course, was doing his usual grin-and-bounce combo, which was possibly being fuelled by the really, really big mocha that he was clinging to like a lifeline. Run. "We're going to be taking it a little easy this week, at least physically, but that doesn't mean that you guys can doze off or anything! Where would the fun be in that, anyhow?"

This, from the boy who did squats as a hobby.

Maladicta shot him an amused look, shaking her head. Someone needed to learn to handle their coffee better. "While this is only a moving picture, we hope the action and ridiculous, not to mention unnecessary explosions, will help you learn something about handling yourself on... a beach? What are we watching now?"

"Uh." Kennedy was scowling at the cover of the DVD case. "Okay, who rented this? Because I'm pretty sure we didn't decide on... Let's Hope There's a Heaven? Seriously?"

...she'd rented the DVD. And she'd been pretty sure it wasn't this one at the time.

"Oh, the hell with it. Hope you guys brought popcorn. You can, like... practice your throwing arm or something if you really have to."

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had discovered slice and bake cookies today.

Which was why she was now muttering to herself, wondering why she couldn't get the little hearts in the middle of the sugar cookies to not look incredibly deformed.

Rilla's life was very difficult.

Current Mood: annoyed

puppy_fair

The Reserves had been ~~handwavily~~ notified to meet in the Danger Shop again today, and to wear warm clothes. When they arrived, they'd find the area set up to look exactly like their usual meeting area behind the dorms, right down to the coffee, hot chocolate, and snacks (except those were real).

"So we thought we'd do a little exercise in navigating in really bad visual conditions today," Kennedy announced, chucking a thumb back at the area behind her. There was a large, brightly-colored archery target set up on a table at one end of the clearing, and eight stations well stocked with ~~a moddable array of~~ ranged weapons, or snowballs if you really wanted to go that way, scattered at various distances across the clearing.

Any resemblance to a series of snow forts was purely coincidental, of course.

"It's gonna be snowing really hard when you guys go through the course, but what you're gonna do is work your way backwards through these stations. You've got three chances at hitting the target from each one, then you have to head to the next one. Bonus points if you do it in five minutes or less; hit the target at least once from each station and I'll buy you lunch sometime."

And who didn't want a free lunch? Really now people.

"While you run the course, we will be ~~AMERICAN GLADIATORS~~ adding to the challenge by trying to hit you with snowballs or whatever else we have on hand," Maladicta added. "In case you thought it might be a little to easy."

"Careful," Zack added lightly, smiling at the group at large. "We've got pretty good throwing arms!"

[Open, if a little late!]

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."

inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com

Today's reserves meeting? Was so totally starting off indoors today. The leaders had set up a table with hot chocolate and hot coffee (the water had been heated in one of those convenient fireplaces that had appeared) in the lobby of the dorms. Because, really, who wanted to be out in that?

Crazy people, that was who!

"Heya, guys!" Crazy people like Zack, who was standing there with his usual short-sleeved attire, grinning at the people gathered. "I guess you've probably all noticed the weather, huh?" And the cold. Yes, Zack. "Stuff like this doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's important to know how to handle ourselves in it. Dealing with problems that crop up in inclement weather like this might seem like a Support job at a glance, but if something hits the island, we're the ones that have to be out there in it, so we really have to know how to prepare ourselves for the worst, when the worst has muck like this falling from the sky to help it along."

Well someone here was used to no electricity, so this was hardly a blip on the radar of ohdeargodswhy. Maladicta shot Zack and his short sleeves a look before continuing on with the discussion. "Being able to defend against attack in the most extreme of conditions are something you all should learn to do. Consider this a dry run in case yetis attack."

Yes, yetis. Or even worse... Time monks.

Kennedy had probably read something about time monks in one of her Watcher's books. Or maybe it was demon monks. Whatever; all that stuff sort of ran together for her after a while. Anyway, she definitely didn't look like she was up to her usual mood standards today, but dammit, she was trying. So... basically, she was all serious-face. "Especially if you're not used to fighting in snow," she put in. "From a world without it, or the wrong climate, or whatever. It'll mess up your footing, for one, and you're gonna have to figure out how to keep warm and stay mobile enough to be effective." Unless you were Zack and didn't believe in sleeves. Or Gabrielle, or something.

"So, if you guys aren't already dressed for it," et tu, Zack? "then go and grab your winter gear and pull it on! It might still be snowing like crazy out there, but that's what the hot chocolate and coffee is for! We? Are totally going to have a snowball fight!"

Yes. He did pose when he said that. Would you expect any less?

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."

willbethenight.livejournal.com

When Bruce came out into the common room to do some reading on seventeenth century agrarian societies, he wasn't expecting to find a carton of eggnog next to a snoring gremlin. A quick sniff suggested that whatever the gremlin spiked his nog with, it was very strong.

Bruce could have disposed of the gremlin somehow, but with it right there, he couldn't help but watch it, from a safe distance, of course. He was really curious how a drunken - or by the time it woke up, hungover - gremlin might act. Sue him.

[OOC: I'm bored. Come watch the gremlin! Get bit if you want! I'm not going to stop you from doing that if it's what you want!]

puppy_fair

"Hey, guys." Zack still looked a bit on the tired side as the reserves group gathered for their meeting today. But, considering he was on what looked to be his fourth cup of coffee since the leaders had arrived to set up, that probably wouldn't last long. "Crazy stuff last week, huh? I'm sorry I missed it, but I think we can all agree that taking it easy this week is the way to go, huh?"

Zack would not have any problems with taking it easy at all. Especially once the caffeine crash hit.

"So today, we're going to work on strategy," he continued. "Running through scenarios in groups to get us all some practise in critical thinking in tricky situations."

That, and Zack just wanted to cast Magic Missile. At the darkness.

That's because Zack was a weirdo, but Kennedy was cool with that. Also with the taking it easy, since she was still pretty beat from last week herself. "Totally understand if you don't want to talk about goblins or talking stone faces or anything like that," she said, and she looked like she might hurt you if you tried to take that double red-eye out of her hands. "But we gotta stay on our toes, even if it is just figuratively. 'cause you can so sit down for this meeting."

Next time they tried this exercise, they really ought to have some Mountain Dew. And Cheetos.

"Though, what the dice are for, I'm not really sure," Maladicta said, jiggling the bag of all those 20-sided little things. "Just have a seat and work out what you'll be doing with your party."

A beat.

"Unless you're a bard."

Look, bards were useless even on the Disc.

[Open!]

brat_inslayage

The food supply wasn’t what it usually was at these meetings; the coffee was courtesy of the common rooms rather than the Perk, and the snacks were whatever could be scrounged up around the dorms. The atmosphere might be a little more serious than usual, too, but then again this sort of thing was what they spent most weeks preparing for, wasn’t it?

“In case no one has noticed so far, there is a maze taking over the town and goblins attacking people,” Maladicta said, clinging to her coffee like it was a lifeline. Possibly because it, you know, was. She also had a tiny, tiny owl on her shoulder that made the picture complete.

Or insane. Whatever.

"And there's no way we know yet to get in touch with people who got taken by goblins, and the phones off the island are dead," Tara added. She looked as if she hadn't slept much -- mostly because she hadn't. "It's just us. Not even all our powers are working right."

She moved over to tack up the notes from the planning meeting the leaders had held the day before. "This is part of what we know so far," she said. "It's not much, other than that this is really bad. But if you can add anything, please do."

Kennedy, as might be expected, had taken a position near Tara; she had her thumbs hooked in her belt loops, her fingers drumming an erratic rhythm, and a pretty serious look on her face. “It looks like physical attacks are a little more effective here, at least in some places. Those of you guys in our group who’ve been out there getting fighty, what’ve you noticed? Anything that works better or worse than anything else? We’ve got the brainy types breaking this down already, but we gotta be prepared to go in, so. Let’s pool what we know, yeah?”

Raven stood quietly for much of the discussion, hiding in the folds of her cloak, face shadowed by her hood. "Has anyone ventured inside the walls?" she asked. "My ability to teleport is affected near the walls, so I suspect a physical approach is required to enter."

"And even more important," Dolf said, seguing in quickly, "Is there enough food and water at the dorms? We need to look through the common rooms. If there isn’t enough for the next week, we will have to find if there is somewhere else we can get it from. Maybe there is something growing near the school?"

He took a breath, and added, "And those of you who do not want to go out, please go to the library to help with looking everything up. The more people the better."

[[cowritten with the smashing

inneedofcoffee,

life_inshadow,

trigons_child, and

swordsandsoccer. fighting reserves members, you totally got handwavily notified of the rescheduled meeting. ocd up, up, and away!]]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

While it was getting colder outside as they seemed to be approaching Winter, Faramir found that the stables remained pleasantly warm. He'd found a comfortable spot in the hay inside Baru's stable. His notes and syllabus from his classes lay forgotten beside him as he'd turned to more pleasant literature. He was reading out loud to Baru while the horse chewed loudly on a carrot.

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."

And he lay down in the grass and cried.

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.

[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had spent the better part of the morning ensuring that every balloon was filled, that the food -- thanks Kennedy -- was out, and that the ballpit was available for maximum...ballpittiness.

Shhh.

The cake had taken her awhile (though she'd ordered the penguins rather than made them herself) but overall, she was pretty pleased with it. And hopefully, the birthday boy would also be.

[~~SP from me until about 5:30 EST!~~ lol I got certified early and they let me go at 1.]

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.]

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!]

inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com

Because there had been far too much singing going on for her today, Maladicta was up on the roof to be antisocial. Because it felt like the proper place for ~~emo~~ ~~brooding~~ enjoying the evening away from any temptation to break into a song and dance number.

Though, for reasons beyond her, she brought her umbrella along with her.

Odd that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

puppy_fair

Reserves members had gotten notice to meet in the salle again today, since weapons were on the agenda again. Sharp, shiny ones this time: like the axe Kennedy was holding in a possessive kind of way. Or maybe just an "oooh, shiny" kind of way. Look, the point was you weren't going to pry it out of her hands for a while.

"So today's sort of a repeat of last week, except without getting over random chromosome-swappage and less possible concussions, guys," she said. "Except the chances of accidental mayhem? Way higher."

And Maladicta had a nice, reasonably sized sword at her hip. The kind better suited for a theatrical performance than any actual fighting. Because sword fighting was just messy business, thank you. But it was more elegant than an ax.

She wasn't a dwarf after all.

"So, while you may have brought your own weapons in, we only have practice blades to be tried out for those without," Maladicta added kindly. "If you manage to cut yourself with them, I believe you will deserve the long walk to the clinic."

In other words, please don't cut yourselves, Reservists. Otherwise Zack might end up with less than 99 Potions and that would be sad. Or Kennedy might have to stake Maladicta. Again. Awkward.

"And I'm going to ask the people who do have experience with blades to grab a practise weapon if they're going to pair off against newbies," Zack added, casually standing around with the Buster Sword resting on one shoulder. You know, because it totally wasn't a big deal that he could lift it, he had to just hang around with it sitting there like a sack of potatoes, too. "Real blades are just for the experienced against the experienced, unless you're planning on hitting with the blunt side, if your sword has a blunt side, and ruling out any possibility of thrusting."

Because a conversation about swords wouldn't be complete without Zack making it ten times more awkward with mention of thrusting, after all.

"If anybody needs help figuring out what they're doing, they can feel free to grab one of us for pointers! But for now?" He gave the sword a twirl, and helicopters everywhere became envious of the spin on that blade. "Get to it, guys!"

[Open!]

brat_inslayage

Today, there was a notice set out in the usual place for the reserves group to pack it on up and meet at the Salle, where they would find an assortment of weapons set out, mostly of the 'blunt force trauma' variety.

Fun times with beating on one another today!

"Heya, guys!" And girls, all of whom, Zack was pleased to note, seemed to be back to their usual varying standards of normal, today. He hoped. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday and the mustard attack again. "We thought that today would be a good day to get into handling weapons again, since most of us got to take it easy over break week, and all. No blades this week, but we do have some batons and things like that to work with."

"Nothing you can puncture each other with," Kennedy had to put in. Because that way occasionally lay accidentally dusting your friends. Oops. "Which isn't to say you can't hurt each other a hell of a lot with this stuff, so do we have to remind you to be smart about it?"

"If you don't think you can manage to keep from bludgeoning someone with the batons, we have those noodle... things from last time," Maladicta added. Because there was just no cool way to say 'pool noodle'. Unfortunately.

"So," Zack said, grinning, because... really, there wasn't any way to talk about pool noodles without being seriously uncool, sorry Maladicta, "grab yourself a baton and pair off to spar, but be careful about it. If you're not familiar with the weapon, people can get hurt, and we don't want any clinic visits today."

... He totally had his hot pink pool noodle slung over one shoulder again. Just because.

And got a smack upside the head with a purple noodle. But whoever could have done that? Certainly not Maladicta!

Or Kennedy. Because hers was the dark blue one aimed at his shoulder.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

The fall trip didn't start until tomorrow, but Bruce was already completely packed. Honestly, he was probably packed too early and too effectively because, ahem, he found himself having nothing to occupy his time after he finished his morning exercises. This left him in the undesirable position of trying to find something to take up some of his time in the common room. He turned the TV on for the benefit of anyone else who might come in since he had learned that it didn't like him and wouldn't be showing anything he might actually want to watch.

Bruce managed to find a puzzle, flipped all the pieces over, and tried to see if he could put it together without the benefit of a colorful picture to help him. Meanwhile, the TV was stuck on ABC Family, which was showing some cheerleader movies. It's not that he had a problem with cheerleaders, he just had no desire to watch movies about them. Oh well. He'd survived greater tragedies than this.

[OOC: Around until about 11 AM Central, then slow throughout the day. But I'm bored right now, so CR.]

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!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley was hiding in the common room.

It was, in all honesty, not the best hiding place, but that's where he was hiding. Mainly because he was afraid if he went to his room, his roommate might be entertaining visitors, and he was kind of afraid to know what her friends and family were like.

So. Common room. Hiding from his father and doing homework. Should go well.

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!]

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

Faramir's morning had consisted of a high amount of sneaking around. Well, at least a higher amount than was usual, he had escaped Maladicta's room before she'd woken up. It sounded much more exciting than it had been as she had merely offered him the spare bed once he found his roommate in desperate need for some privacy. It was almost like having Boromir here.

So now, after tending to Baru's, Faramir was in the salle, hoping that his disappearance that morning would not have angered Maladicta into standing him up. He was testing the practise blades which the school provided as he waited for her. They felt uncomfortable in his hand, their balance not quite perfect, but it seemed better to use them instead of real blades.

[Open salle, omg.]

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."

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

It was not often that Faramir found himself growing weary of study, but today he needed to move. His classes' syllabus was proving to be a challenge, it was a struggle deciphering the words and then he had to restart so he could grasp their meaning as well. It'd had come to a point where his dreams were filled with strange scripts that he needed to understand to avoid a great doom, usually this was an indication that he needed a rest. Resting however, did not mean that he should be idle.

Which was why he could be found in the salle, practising the moves his brother had taught him. It was a little strange without Boromir (or even one of the rangers) there to correct him, but even without their presence he couldn't afford to let his skills slip.

[Open, yep. And this totally wasn't posted in the wrong place first.]

glacial_queen

"Thanks for coming," Karla said, once everyone had assembled and had a chance to grab something to eat and drink if they were so inclined. "So, those of us who were on the island a few weeks ago remember that great chunks of the island went missing before we were able to set everything aright--including most of the town and all of the restaurants. We were lucky that it didn't last long enough for there to be a food shortage--" in part because the cafeteria had remained, even if people would argue whether the cafeteria had anything that counted as edible in it "--but the point is there could have been. Considering most of us can be described as two-legged locusts, that would have been a serious problem."

"There are any number of reasons why we might get cut off from our usual supplies: an invasion, a trip that doesn't goes as planned, a bout of Fandom weird, whatever. But there are ways we can prepare without wringing our hands and bemoaning our fates: specifically, we can learn some basic skills to let us live off the land if such a thing ever happens. Hunting, gathering, knowledge of edible, medicinal and magical plants are all useful bits of knowledge to have and might serve to keep you and your friends alive should something unexpected happen."

It took Dolf a few seconds to realise the attention was now on him. It hadn't been more than a few weeks since the last time he'd had to speak before a large audience like this, and while they were vastly different people... he scraped his throat. "Hi, I'm Dolf," he started, "I'm here to lead Support Services from now on. Uh," and now that that was out of the way, he did feel a hint of nerves. Not so much because he didn't know where to go with this, but because he hadn't been here for all of these invasions, and he wasn't sure yet what to prepare for.

"...Like Karla said, it can be very important to know what you can eat," he segued, at last. "Some might already know what is good and what is not. Some might not. Meat is also important, so is hunting. If you are under attack, or have to come up with food yourself every day--" he struggled against the English language a little. "--it is important to know these things." He leaned down and picked some leaves off the ground. "This, you can eat, if you smash it enough," he said. "Other things can make tea. There is lots in the forest to be found if you're really hungry. Not just meat, but the plants. It takes work to recognize sometimes, but it's there."

He closed his mouth, exhausted with the language, but then opened it again to point at a few random plants around them. "Edible. Poison. Uh--" He blushed. "...don't try that."

Only then did he send a questioning look in someone else's direction. He'd completely forgotten about his nerves, and now he wondered if he'd said too much.

Tara didn't think he'd said too much, but it felt like time to step in. "And, um -- people who do magic can find supplies here, too." She knelt to pick a flower. "This one is in most protection spells. The bark of that tree helps find lost objects. And the red berries on that bush over there make a good base for love spells. Not that I think people should do love spells."

Karla shook her head at Tara's last comment and stepped forward again. "Yeah. Definitely avoid the love spells. But, no matter why you might find yourself out in a place like this, it's filled with things you can use to keep yourself fed, healthy, and stocked up on spells. So, today, we're going on a scavenger hunt in the Preserve. We've got some lists of common plants, herbs, and fungi that can be found in most similar areas. See what you can gather and harvest and bring it back to compare."

[~~Hold on for~~ OCD up! Co-written with the wonderful

life_inshadow,

swordsandsoccer, and

trigons_child.]

brat_inslayage

Zack was doing that bouncing thing again. This probably wouldn't come as a surprise to anybody who had been here even just last week, right? Zack bounced. Birds flew. Fandom was weird. Life went on. But today, he was doing that bouncing thing with a small stack of notepads in his arms, and a few pens sticking out of his pockets.

"We're having another discussion meeting today," he informed the group as they gathered for the reserves meeting. "We'll get into the more hands-on stuff as the semester goes on, but we have to cover the basics first, you know? And today, we're covering the really, really basic basics. We're covering supplies."

"Like what would be usefull the next time the island is invaded," Maladicta added from her spot once more in the shade of the building. "Whether you were here for the last attack on the island, or new here, we would like to hear your ideas."

There was a pause before she added, "Cookies don't count, no matter how much Zack may claim otherwise."

"Hey!"

Kennedy rolled her eyes mildly at both of them. "We know, discussion time is a little light on the action, but having everybody on the same page is a good thing, so. Shelving the cookie debate." A beat. "For now, anyway. Everybody's gonna pair off here and come up with a little back-to-school supply list. Sort of-- if by supplies you mean stuff you're going to want to have in case we get invaded again."

puppy_fair

There was a new person waiting with Zack and Kennedy today. Well, 'with' was too strong a word. She was in the shadow of the dorms, dare we say... lurking?

Like a lurker.

"Welcome to the Reserve," Maladicta said from her ~~lurking~~ limited position in the shadows. "Hopefully many of you are returning, but if this is your first time here, you are just as welcome."

( If expected to steal all the non-poisonous cookies and run before the insanity caught you. )

[You know the drill! Reserve meetings are open to all! Co-written with

inneedofcoffee and

brat_intraining]

daventryprince.livejournal.com

After a rather long and unsuccessful day looking over maps at work, Alexander found himself feeling distracted with thoughts of Cassima now more than he ever had since coming here. Without classes to fill his days, all he could do was think about her. Now was the added worry that, after all this time, she would slowly be forgetting about him, and would vanish completely from hope if he did not find the Land of the Green Isles soon.

So he found himself on the roof, looking at the stars, fascinated by them in a way. How they were so different from the stars above the kingdom of Daventry, or even the kingdom of Llewdor, and how they, like the vast sea, seemed unending. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, was Cassima. He just knew it. The key was just how to find her and if she was out there, as he was, thinking of him as well.

He sighed, wishing he knew, and continued ~~being emo~~ thinking.

[[ open roof is open! MY NEW SCHEDULE AND TIME ZONE IS WEIRDING ME OUT :\ ]]

glacial_queen

By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party ~~sadly~~. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. ~~Please hold for~~ OCD up!]

glacial_queen

After saying goodbye to Triela, Karla'd had two options: go to her room and worry or do something, anything else. Since she had pretty much spent the past week doing the former, she'd opted for the latter today. Rather than sit on her bed and brood, only putting on her cheerful face when someone stopped by, she stayed inside only long enough to change into her bodystocking and then practically flung herself into the air.

A few laps around the island and she'd actually been feeling better. The exertion was enough to take her mind off ~~the maenad~~ things and she found herself in much better spirits by the time she came winging back to the dorm roof.

[Open like a rooftop, for both flyers and not!]

inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com

After retrieving her sword from the weapon's locker, Maladicta was going to at least pretend to practice with it.

This somehow meant prodding the practice dummy with the dulled tip* with a half-hearted sort of interest. It was a start, at least. Somewhere, she was sure Blouse was despairing in her.

[[Open!]]

*There was very little need for a sharp blade when you could muster enough force to put it through a wall. If one were so inclined.

ostianbelle.livejournal.com

Asuna was feeling pretty energetic today but she still felt she needed a little more kick, Asuna entered the common room, looked around the cupboards, found what she needed and proceeded to brew a pot of coffee. After a few minutes brewing, Asuna poured herself a cup.

Mmmm... coffee!

(Open!)

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