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The Stables, Monday Later Afternoon

With a few packs full of Arthur's things--and his own, of course--Merlin had only the animals left. Hopefully Owain would remember him enough to not attack. That owl was vicious, alright? Vicious.

He loaded the horses before texting to see if anyone was still around. Was it another one of those odd time differences? Oh god, was this years in the future?

What if people he knew were all old?

[Done spamming! Oooopen and if you think you got a text, you diiid.]]

The Deck - Sunday Morning

A bleary-eyed Edmund made his way from his room on the fourth floor to the deck in front of the dorms early in the morning. He was considering a hike, but coffee instead seemed like a better idea for the moment. Normally he was a tea man, but coffee had somehow become his Fandom morning drink, terrible habit that it was.

So coffee it was, and a view of the lawn and town sprawling out in front of him. There were worse ways to spend a Sunday morning.

[OOC: Open decks are open. Open ducks, which I first typed, are messy.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Katchoo being shorter than Francine wasn't new; Katchoo being this much shorter than Francine was.

Also not new: Francine feeding people, where for the time being the term 'people' encompassed her tiny four-year-old roommate-slash-girlfriend, currently plunked down three feet in front of the TV and flipping through the channels because nobody wanted her anywhere near the food preparation. That remote control might get thrown sometime soon.

Why?

"STUPID GOLF! I WANNA WATCH SOMETHING ELSE!"

Because of that.

This could get messy, and that was even before the food.

[OOC: Francine modded with permission, common room is open. Beware of Chewie-flung projectiles.]

The Garden, Saturday Afternoon

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

Magic Reserves, The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

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!]

The Salle, Monday Morning

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 ]]

Lawn of the Dorms | Late Late Late Sunday Night | April 18

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!]

Magic Reserves, Preserve by the Cabins, Wednesday Afternoon

Snacks were in sealed packages again, and an umbrella was duct-taped to the table to protect the food from any sudden showers. Unfortunately, the packages were already a bit damp, as the Turtle and Canary clerk had been in a foul mood.

"Weather!" Tony said. "Do you plan for it? Use it? Can it disrupt your casting?"

"Like storms to through off your opponents in a fight and the like!" Merlin added, an obnoxiously cheerful rainbow over his head. One that was suddenly shrouded in gray, dark rainclouds. "Or winds to keep them back."

No reason.

It was mostly sunny where Karla was standing, with occasional wisps of clouds. "How does weather affect any rituals you need for your casting?" she continued. "What are some ways you've learned to work around--or with--the weather. Are any of your spells dependent upon certain natural phenomena, like the moon phases or the time of year?"

"Please, feel free to share with everyone and--er--perhaps if anyone knows how to conjure an umbrella, it would be helpful?" Merlin added.

The Salle, Monday Morning

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! ]]

Magic Reserves, Preserve by the Cabins, Wednesday Afternoon

Snacks today weren't the usual fresh-baked goods from J, GoB. Instead, the table held various deserts and snacks from Turtle and Canary - each one individually wrapped and sealed.

"I'm really sorry about what happened last week," Tony said grimly. "I promise it will not be happening again. But let's talk some strategy. Other than the normal human safeguards," and he was keeping a close eye on that snack table, by the way, "what ways do you know to detect poisons and drugs? What can you do if you know that you or someone else has been drugged?"

Other than, you know, not ending up poisoned or drugged.

"Such as never accepting brownies. Ever," Merlin added with an annoyed sigh. "If anyone has a method for testing things, please, feel free to share. It will be a lot more helpful for the rest of us."

[Wait for OCD. Done!]

The Salle, Monday... Afternoon

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! ]]

Magic Reserves, Preserve by the Cabins, Wednesday Afternoon

There were plenty of treats to make up for the lack of a meeting last week. Well, that and everyone jut deserved sweet things for their efforts against GODZILLA. It was their just rewards.

"Hello everyone! Welcome back to the reserve. Today we'll be discussing how things went last week," Merlin said with a bright smile. "What worked, what didn't work... you know."

"You know what doesn't work?" Karla asked sullenly. "Getting turned into a stuffed version of the monkey-pony creatures all weekend and being stuck in your room. That's not useful at all."

"Turning into a stuffed animal - not helpful," Tony said, pretending to take notes.

...Merlin wasn't going to laugh. Really. It would be cruel to laugh. "...yes." That was a sneeze. Yes. "That's generally a bad idea."

And that wasn't a glare, Karla was directing at her fellow co-Leaders. It was a...non-glaring yet intense look. Or something. "So besides the stuffed creature thing, what other issues can we come up with?" she asked. Not through clenched teeth, really.

"It'd probably help not to turn into live animals, either," Tony suggested. "Or trees."

"But we would never hold that against people!" Merlin added quickly. "So, how about we discuss?"

[Hold for special OCD! Ready!

ETA: Warning: Non-consensual pot use in comments. See OOC comment here about a voluntary contact high. In totally related news, Chuck Bass is a dead man walking.

ETA2: Also be aware that there's discussion about Raven putting lizards in her netherverse.]

The Salle, Monday Morning

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! ]]

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

It was a beautiful day in Fandom, which meant that it was perfect weather for the Magic Reserves to spend sometime outside and having fun--while practicing magic, of course. "Kiss kiss," Karla greeted, once it seemed like everyone had assembled. "We're going to shake off those winter blues with a game today. We're going to play Capture the Flag!"

Merlin nodded cheerfully at that. "Use of magic or powers is acceptable and encouraged as long as you don't, you know, try to actually harm people."

"Green cookies for the winners!" Tony said, waving at a box of J,GoB cookies on a nearby table. Which were, in fact, green, and decorated with lifelike-looking shamrocks. "Or, you know, for anyone who wants a cookie." He pulled the top off a bin of the familiar flag football belts. "If someone grabs one of your flags, you're out. And to make it a little tougher, you can't grab the flag with magic or TK." He grinned at Kennedy if she was there.

"But you can use magic in other ways," Karla reminded, glancing curiously at the green cookies. "So be creative, okay? People may want to think back to other games we've played for inspiration. Have fun!"

[Now in the right comm! OCD up!]

Magic Reserves, Preserve by the Cabins, Wednesday Afternoon

The meeting today was in its usual place instead of the dreaded Danger Shop. There were even donuts! Because those made the past weekend melt away.

"Hello, everyone! Today we'll be trying a new exercise to work on communication," Merlin said, clutching a plate of non-crazy blue man making donuts close.

"Communication is very important," Karla added, shooting Merlin a glare that said, Share! He wasn't the only one who'd had a bad weekend and, dammit, she hadn't even turned into anyone! "We saw that in the last invasion, particularly. Whether it's information about our enemies' weaknesses, coordination, or just letting people know where you're going and when you expect to be back, keeping everyone informed and in the loop can make a big difference."

Tony had actually had a good weekend. Coincidentally (or not), it had been spent away from Fandom. "We're going to play a game to practice communication. It's called Telephone, and some of you guys might know it already. We'll give you a phrase and you have to pass it to the person closest to you, who passes it to the next person, et cetera, et cetera. The big rule today is that you can't speak out loud during this game."

[Wait for OCD. Go for it!]

The Salle, Monday Morning

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 ]]

Magic Reserves, The Danger Shop, (After Classes, Before Hockey)

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.]

The Salle, Monday Morning

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! ]]

Magic Reserves, Danger Shop, Wednesday Afternoon

This week there were, yet again, no snacks. But for a good reason! After a handwavey message to meet in the Danger Shop again went out, it could hopefully be forgiven.

"Hello everyone," Merlin said, far more confident in his and Tony's skills at programing the device this time around. "Today we'll be trying a new exercise to see how we would all do in case the next attack pulled us away from the island and to unfamiliar territory."

Without pornstars.

"We're going to make a virtual visit to Merlin's world," Tony said. "They don't actually allow magic use, but we're going to skip the bits with the inquisitors and bonfires today." He hit a few buttons on the console and the environment appeared around them.

Huh. Merlin never mentioned the fluffy pink trees. It all looked, well, a lot like a children's book. He shot a puzzled look at Merlin.

...that would be Merlin staring in something akin to horror at the castle and king as well. "Um. I think things might not have worked as planned..."

There was a roar in the background as some terrible beast awaited the plucky group of magic users. At least that ended up fine.

Tony turned to see the beast and found himself looking at a perfectly innocent white rabbit. "Okay," he said, heading for the console. "Let me try this again." And then the rabbit attacked.


[Wait for OCD then Save us from the killer rabbit! We have to beat the rabbit to shut off the simulation. It can be in many places at once! It's nearly indestructible! Wounds acquired in the Danger Shop are real, but fortunately the thing's teeth aren't quite as nasty in the simulation as in the movie and will only result in shallow bites. NOT real, sorry.

All images are worksafe, though the last one is bloody.]

4th Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

Edmund wasn't sure why he felt compelled to cook an ever-growing pile of grilled cheese sandwiches, but the pan was still hot and he kept making more. They were always good cold, he reasoned, and really, doing something was better than watching the very strange, badly dubbed Japanese game show on television.

The smell of grilled cheese wafted out of the room and down the hall. Mmm grilled cheese. There might have even been cans of tomato soup in the cupboards.