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[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven had been feeling a little lonely in Kaeleer, so she decided to stay in Fandom after her library shift, if only for the night. She busied herself in the common room making dinner -- spaghetti (since she hadn't managed to screw that up yet) with garlic, olive oil, and tomato paste. There was plenty to share, along with salad and garlic bread on the side.

After filling her plate, she settled in front of the TV, wondering if there was anything interesting to watch. Someone stop her before she found the meta for Game of Thrones marathon.


[Post inspired by my dinner. That recipe is simple yet nummy!]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Bobby had almost- almost actually smiled when he'd woken up this morning only to find he wasn't in the camp anymore. No, he was back at that strange school the other-him apparently attended.

Which was why the almost smile, because he knew from experience that this was only going to last a couple of days before he was back at the Alamo.

Still, might as well make the most of it, right? So he was puttering around the kitchenette, trying to find something to eat that required a minimum of preparation. And then maybe there would be some television to watch. He hadn't watched TV in forever.

[ooc: Bobby Drake is now the House of M version, and this common room is now the open version!]
[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie sometimes should not be left to his own devices.

With the combined power of garbage bags, duct tape, and industrial sized bottles of, erm, personal lubricant (hey, he was the iCarly technical producer, this was not his first time needing that sort of thing), the entire hallway was now a giant slip-n-slide.

Some mattresses on either end made sure no one would end up dying.

For now, though, he was just going to be in his swim trunks and penguin sliding up and down the hallway. Because he could.

"Pantalones!" he cried, because that's how Freddie Benson rolled.

[ooc: Open to anyone still in the dorms! Chaos cleared with the admins.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
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!]
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[personal profile] wasthecuteone
The cupcakes this week were just Funfetti, as Petra hadn't had the time or the budget for anything fancier, but sometimes you just had to have Funfetti, and still: cupcakes. To drink, Petra had provided coffee milk, the drink of her people (Rhode Islanders), along with regular old plain milk and chocolate milk, and soda for those who weren't feeling the milk. Also, the enormous, sparkly 'PRIDE!' banner was hung up along one wall.

"Hi, guys!" Petra said once people had stopped arriving. "I'm Petra, and I started the club so I guess I'm in charge here. So, business first. Apparently I didn't make this clear enough at first, my bad, I've never run anything like this before, but this is an LGBTQ Pride Club, which stands," yes, she was going for the small words here, "for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Questioning. Or Queer. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. Vice Principal Deadpool has agreed to be our club sponsor," even if he did think it had something to do with tracking down some kids, "so let's hear it for him, and I have a jar set up by the cupcakes, and if anyone wants to throw in a dollar or two toward snacks that would be great, because I'm kind of..." she pulled a face. "Not made of money.

"So, okay, this week I want to keep everything pretty low-key, and if at any time someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this is not a safe space, please speak up. That said, if someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this isn't a safe space because you're straight and you feel like your straightness is being 'threatened,' you have three options. One, get over it. Two, you might want to think about whether you belong in our Q ranks. Three, there's the door, you know how to use it. That said, I'd like everybody to introduce themselves, give your year, tell us a little about yourself, and you can say why you joined the club if you want to, and then I'd like to hear any ideas you have for things we can do in the club this year. Okay? Okay."

((Open to all Pride members and anyone who'd like to join who didn't get a chance at the Club Fair!))
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[personal profile] trigons_child
After all the candy and sugary treats devoured when most of the island's inhabitants were transformed into children, Raven was very careful to provide a lot of healthy snacks for this meeting of the Reserves. There were fruits and veggies and whole grain goodness, but in the end she'd caved enough to provide some sweets as well.

"We are celebrating the end of the semester," Raven said to begin the meeting. "We have survived not only our classes, but everything that Fandom -- and our own worlds -- have had to throw at us. We thought we would take this time to take a break from the stress of finals and relax among friends, though perhaps we can also speak of what we have faced over the past several months and what we learned from it, about ourselves and our companions and our abilities."

"I think the most important thing I learned," Tara began, "and this might sound cheesy, is -- trust yourself and trust your friends. I've seen people do amazing things. Things they, they would have sworn they couldn't do if you'd asked. But stress people out enough, and bam. Magic happens. Not just literal magic, either."

"But there are always consequences to your actions," Karla added, sounding a little subdued. "And those consequences can have much further-reaching effects than what you might expect. Be careful of those around you, especially your friends. Just because they are likely to forgive you doesn't mean you have the right to treat them poorly, even for the sake of the 'greater good.'"

"Sometimes you owe your friends more than that," Dolf piped up. "Sometimes the 'greater good' is your friends, and sometimes you need to just look out for them to get the right things done." Not that he had any idea what Karla might have been referring to, but it had been his experience. "So we want to talk about it, and help make this part of the preserve a nicer place for today. Just to talk about the things we have done this year, and what they mean. Because everything means something, and everything we fight for is something important."

The boy was really ridiculously earnest.

"For my part, I have learned much the same as Tara has said," Raven said. "No matter how frightening something is, no matter how ashamed you are of something that is happening to you, you should not keep it to yourself and deal with it alone. The friendships forged in Fandom are strong, and our unique abilities and upbringings may bring valued insight into one another's problems. None of us are alone here."

She smiled and looked around at each of the students attending the meeting. "And if you have any words of advice for new students that will be arriving in Fandom, we would like to hear those as well."

[Co-written with the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer.]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]
glacial_queen: (Gym-Gonna Win)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Today when the Magic Reserves met in the Preserve, they would notice that there were trees on either side of the field festooned with pink and green streamers. They were the streamers that had marked the path for the sorority's run through town yesterday and Karla had seen no reason to let them go to waste.

"Kiss kiss," she said, after everyone had arrived. "Today we're going to work off some of our excess energy by playing British Bulldog--with a Fandom twist, of course." Pointing at the areas marked off, Karla explained, "That's home base. Your job is to get from the home base at one end of the field to the home base at the other. You're safe when you're there. However, as you're running, there are others people--bulldogs--who are going to try to catch you. If they catch you, you become a bulldog, too."

"The last person standing wins," Tara explained, still cheerful from her mother's visit. A game felt like a good way to spend the meeting. "And if you can shield, try to shield some of the people who can't. It helps slow the bulldogs down. And it's just nice."

"And sometimes if we wind up in a battle, it might be important to get someone who can't fight to the other side," Dolf added, always happy to drag things down by pointing out about attackers and death and stuff. "So see it as good practice for the next time something goes wrong. ...And if you are a bulldog, try not to hurt anyone, this is just for training."

"I understand this game is often fraught with injuries," Raven said. Because she would worry about that. "But if anyone is hurt, I will be happy to heal you."

"So, there we are," Karla said cheerfully. She pointed at a few people in the crowd. "You lot are bulldogs, everyone else head to home base. Let's go!"

[Co-written with the usual suspects. OCD on its way]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Don't ask where she had gotten them, or how -- as a former Scout herself, Sookie had sources.

The important thing was that Monday night found Sookie camped out on the couch in the common room with her entire newly-acquired Girl Scout cookie collection as she channel-surfed. And while she was perfectly willing to share, visitors best be warned that her wrath would befall anyone who took the last of her Samoas.

Seriously.

[omg totes open, I wish I had Thin Mints.:(]
life_inshadow: ([neg] looking away)
[personal profile] life_inshadow
Magic & Support Reserves were meeting in the Danger Shop today, where a table of sandwiches and chips -- no cake, not after last week -- was set up near the door. The room as a whole looked like a large, grassy field with a slingshot at one end and a hill at the other. On the hill, smug-looking helmeted pigs nestled inside a complex structure made of ice and wood.

Tara was still frowning at the programming console. "So, uh ... I think whatever the other reserves did in here yesterday got stuck or something," she ventured. "We're ... trying to defeat the round green things. Which are pigs. And there are birds for us to load into the slingshot and use as weapons -- I think they kinda like it -- but if you want to use a different tactic, go for it...?"

If she sounded dubious about the whole business, it was because she still didn't understand the point of this game.

Raven wasn't down with the idea of using birds (projected images or not) as weaponry -- even if they liked it. She regarded the structure with her own puzzled look. "If you have any sort of mystical gift, such as telekinesis, you may of course use that instead," she said. She might have to send her Soul-Self over to knock over the blocks of ice and wood.

"I believe the pigs are supposed to be evil," she added to provide motivation.

Karla was really trying to figure out what the Fighting Reserves had been up to with this simulation. It was just all sorts of weird. "So use the birds--or your powers--to defeat the evil, uhh, pigs and we'll be good," she said, nodding. "Think of ways this can be used in defense of our island, okay?"

"...By throwing birds at an invasion?" Dolf's level of dubiousness was incredibly high. "Do we even have birds we can throw?" Seriously. He was not so sure about this. "Well, it is good to learn about throwing things, at least." He could do that. Even non-magically. "Which can be very useful, and using your environment," see, now we were getting somewhere, "...and, um, using bird eggs to make a good omelette?"

Yes.

[OOC: Written with [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, concept shamelessly stolen from [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining and [livejournal.com profile] inneedofcoffee.]
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[personal profile] wwiii
It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]
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[personal profile] trigons_child
It wasn't Hawaii, but it was in the mid-50s today, so Magical/Support reserves was meeting outside to make the best of the warming temperatures. There was a table of the usual snacks, including quite a few lovely cakes with various tasty frostings (with all organic ingredients, of course, since Raven had procured them).

Unfortunately, the cakes had drawn some attention in the form of gremlins who were in search of a sweet treat. Said gremlins also didn't care about long-winded speeches, so when Raven stepped forward to begin to speak on the day's topic, a piece of cake suddenly came flying through the air right at her head.

Raven frowned indignantly as she scrubbed frosting from her cheek. "That was not very nice," she scolded.

"Really not," Tara agreed, frowning hard at the space the cake had come from. "Guys, if you don't want to come to the meeting, you don't have to, but you shouldn't act like preschoolers while somebody is --"

And that was where she got cut off by a gooey slice of chocolate cake splatting against her chin. Apparently, the gremlins didn't like lectures any more than they liked long-winded speeches.

"Stop that!" Dolf roared, grabbing at his belt for his bread knife and... finding he hadn't brought it this time. Stupid school weapons locker rules-- "Stop it now or I will stop you--"

Splat.

Karla, still slightly off-kilter from her dream last night looked from the gremlins to her leaders and back. Clearly, words weren't going to work. All right, fine. Fire with fire, then. Taking what was left from her plate--what? she'd been hungry!--she threw it back at the gremlin who'd flung cake at Dolf.

Her victory was short-lived as two more slices when flying towards her face. And then, the air was full of flung cake and frosting, lobbed at anyone and everyone.

Cake fight!

[Co-written with the delicious [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer.]
[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com
"Hello, everyone," Dolf said. He was looking a mite bit sheepish today. "So last weekend was really weird, I think we can all agree on that. And a little, uh, unexpected. We had to run around and take care of a whole bunch of people and we hadn't expected to, which can always be a rough thing. I used to do it a lot when I was in the past, but you have to know what you're doing. And not just if it's kids, either. Anyone who needs your help. It's important we know where to begin with that. Like making sure they have water and food, and a place to stay. If they haven't eaten or drank much, then you should be careful how much food or water you give them. Sometimes it can be too much and hurt them. Small amounts."

He gestured at the table that had all the food resting on it. "Like two cookies, and some water, or what else you think is reasonable."

"It's also important to make sure that whoever you're taking care of is and remains as healthy as possible," Karla added. "Both on their own behalf and to help protect the rest of the group. If they are sick or injured, they may not always be able to communicate that to you--perhaps they are too young, or don't speak the language, or they may be unconscious and it's up to you to determine why. Keep an eye out for obvious indicators, like fevers, difficulty breathing, bleeding, and pain. Make sure to institute good sanitation practices and stick to them. One sick kid can infect dozens more, and people who are already hungry or exhausted or injured are also more susceptible to illness."

"And even if you're really nervous about being with them and don't know exactly what you're doing," Tara chipped in, "it's important you stay calm. It's like with animals -- being upset will just make them more upset. Just relax and try to kind of go with the flow once you've taken care of whatever's immediately wrong. Maybe watch a movie or something so you can all rest."

"While we use these meetings to try to best prepare ourselves for things such as this, many of our classmates do not," Raven said. "If they are suddenly thrust into the role of caring for a child or having someone else totally dependent on them, they may easily become overwhelmed. We are here to provide support for our fellow students and all who live and work on the island, and in this matter, they may need it just as much as in an invasion. So, please, keep an eye on your fellow students and offer them aid if you think they need it."

Dolf flashed the group a smile. "So today we will practice with working together, and taking care of people," he said. "But we thought that it might be easier working with animals. ...In the Danger Shop, so they aren't real. Or really hurt. Just pick one and make sure they have food and water and are feeling okay."
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
Ariel was hungry, but Ariel was also lazy, and, since she really shouldn't be cooking anyway, she was glad she was discovering the joy that was toaster-ready French Toast.

She only even burned a few of them! And that could easily be solved by dousing them in plenty of maple syrup. A little bit of orange juice to wash it down, and Ariel was feeling like she had herself a plate full of culinary, gourmet awesomeness! Now to just find a comfortable spot on the couch, kick her feet up on the coffee table, and see if there was anything good on television to watch while she had her shut up totally healthy dinner.

[[ open common room is open and inspired by the fact that my awesome roommate made me nummy french toast for dinner!!! Roommate, you are winrar. ]]
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[personal profile] life_inshadow
"Hey, welcome back," Tara said, her hands were in the pockets of her jeans, and she looked fairly comfortable as she started talking. "So, uh, we figured this week we'd do something sort of goofy and fun and summer camp-y to take our minds off how cold it is and the snow and everything. We're having a scavenger hunt."

She paused for a moment to pass out sheets of paper with the list of things to look for on them. "So what you do," she explained, "Is, you have an hour to go around the island, either alone or in pairs. You can use whatever powers you may have, if that makes it easier. Mostly, though, this is about being innovative and really seeing what's around you. At the end of the hour, whoever comes back with the most things from the list wins."

Raven had her cloak wrapped around her, as usual, with the hood up, shadowing her face. "You are, of course, allowed to make creative interpretations of what each item is," she said. "You are not bound to literal interpretations of the list."

"Just be careful, okay?" Karla added. "There's ice and snow everywhere. Also? If someone gets gremlin bit, we can't guarantee we won't take pictures."

"There's not that much snow and ice, though," Dolf interjected, who had seen it a lot worse in his time. "So that is no excuse if you miss all of them. And look around really well! All the things you see today might save your life or someone else's tomorrow!"

Because it wouldn't be him if he didn't throw in a fretty warning. He coughed, cleared his throat, and added, "And good luck, everyone. We'll be waiting."

[OOC: Preplayed with the amazing [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer.]
[identity profile] pyromanyac.livejournal.com
After a combination of boredom, exhaustion, hunger, a very interesting class, and perhaps what could be understood as common sense seemed to happen all at the same time, Chalire decided that settling in the dorms might be beneficial for her in the long run. Or short run, as she was still expecting something to use as an excuse to haul ass and ditch the student facade, even though she couldn't hide the fact she was enjoying herself alright.

She had even managed to buy food, so her way to the dorms was one carrying a large pizza cardboard half empty, and another one still complete. She had gone a little crazy there, but she supposed she would be able to earn more money...eventually.

Take, for example as to why it was a good idea to stay in the dorms, her floor's common room. It was empty when she arrived, but it seemed...nice. And the television was certainly a plus. So she slumped in the sofa, grabbed the remote, and started to zap through channels, half believing she was going to find any news she could pick as not belonging to her world. It wasn't going so great, so she just settled for a Natural Disasters Special, currently exploring the ins and outs of being caught in the middle of a tornado.

"God knows how many hundred channels this thing has, and I'm watching houses being torn down by wind. Go me."

[Open common room!]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
The sixth floor had been transformed into a proper Winter Wonderland, complete with twinkling lights adorning the walls, and... snow?

Yes, snow. Inside. Don’t ask how it got here. Or why it wasn’t melting despite the fact that the room itself was a comfortable temperature. If someone did ask, the only answer they’d get was a mysterious smile from Karla and a slight waggle of her fingers. Whatever conclusion they wanted to draw from that was fine.

But it wouldn’t be a party without the food, of course, which is why there were several tables with all sorts of (vegetarian-friendly) snacks and drinks, and, yes, a cake. Made by Sookie and not either of the two people organizing this party. Which meant it was safe for human consumption. Speakers hidden behind fake trees were playing soft New Agey music, with a few instrumental holiday carols thrown in. Even some of the tinsel from yesterday had been saved and used to decorate.

Come in, relax, and help the birthday girl celebrate her first party in style.

[Bit of OCD coming UP! WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET THIS? UGH.]
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[personal profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] inneedofcoffee, [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer. fighting reserves members, you totally got handwavily notified of the rescheduled meeting. ocd up, up, and away!]]
[identity profile] 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.]
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[personal profile] trigons_child
The meeting area was set up a little strangely today. Strings stretched between two trees, criss-crossing and forming a giant spider web, and a closer look would reveal tiny bells attached to the strings. A large patch of ground nearby had been covered with a swath of red-orange cloth about 15 yards across, and scattered about it were flat stones that were large enough for one person to stand upon, perhaps two if you were cozy with one another. There were red streamers dangling down from the trees overhead as well, and a pile of small red beanbags off to one side. But that didn't mean there wasn't a table full of food.

"Today we thought we'd try something different," Raven began the meeting. "Often times we must face physical hazards when attempting to find an object we require or reach a place we must get to. We've tried to replicate two examples. The first is this web, which is home to a deadly giant spider. You must get through the web without making the bells on the strings ring, for that will attract the spider to you." She paused a moment, then added, "There is not really a giant spider, that is only pretend." Just in case anyone was wondering.

She gestured to the red cloth on the ground. "This is a river of lava that you must cross, and the streamers represent lava that is pouring down from the above. You may jump from stone to stone to cross, but if you are touched by a streamer, it will make you fall. But as it is only pretend, you may go back and try again." Raven picked up one of the red bean bags and added, "You may also throw these 'lava rocks' at your friends as they attempt to cross to make it more difficult, if you wish."

"Or," Tara added hastily, "you can go through either obstacle in pairs and help each other." She didn't like the idea of making it harder on purpose. "Just ... try not to get fake-killed before you get to the other side."

"Magic or ingenuity can get you through," Karla said, idly tossing a beanbag from hand to hand. She had the strangest desire to hurl it at someone while yelling 'Fireball.' Go figure. "The important thing is to keep trying. Who knows when the island will throw something weird at us next?"

She looked at the small pine tree that was raining glitter on her shoes. "Besides this, I mean."

They made a good point. Dolf smiled at everyone there, his hands in his pockets, though he was aching to give the set-up a try himself. "You never know when learning how to do these things will be useful," he added. "So try doing it again if you're done. It might save you later, and teach you to be careful when it matters. It's not just a game, though we'll hope you have fun. Go!"

Raven glanced up at the glitter with a puzzled look on her face. "That does not count as lava," she clarified.


[Co-written with the hot-as-lava [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer. Oh yeah. It's a LARP module. I used to do these for a living. It just needs some guys in rubber masks and wielding boffer swords. ;) ]
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Never accuse the Magic and Support reserves of skimping on any holiday where food was a key element.

... well, okay, they never skimped on food in general, but this week they'd basically ordered every element of a Thanksgiving feast except the stuffed turkey. It was a pie and mashed potato-palooza, and there were chairs set up in a circle so people wouldn't have to try to master new feats of balancing while they ate.

"Happy ... holiday most of you might not celebrate," Tara said, once most of the group had shuffled through the buffet line. "M-mostly we're here to eat, but while we're eating I wanted to do something my mom always had us do when I was little. We can all go around and each say what we're thankful for. It can be something huge, like love" -- she glanced to Kennedy if she was at the meeting -- "or, um, something as small as a pretty new pair of shoes. The idea is kind of to remind ourselves that, even if things are really bad, there's always stuff to be grateful for. Like, I'm thankful we're all here and that the island seems to be in a good mood."

"And I am grateful for my friends and all they have taught me of emotions," Raven said. "And for my gifts of healing which allow me to help them if they are hurt. And for the guidance my teachers have show me in controlling myself. And ... for love." She could probably go on and on and on, because this was Raven after, but the others needed a chance to speak.

Dolf ... probably knew less about this holiday than the students who weren't even from this planet, but the assignment was easy enough. "I'm grateful that the children are safe," he said, quietly. "And I'm grateful that I am safe. And all of you. That we aren't badly sick or hurt, and that things here are good. And I'm grateful for Saint Nicholas for watching over the children." A pause. "And for toilets." Just so it wouldn't become entirely depressing.

Karla had experienced one Thanksgiving already, and as far as she could tell, it was a holiday devoted to food and being nice to people. And more food.

Namely, it was a holiday she could get behind.

"I'm grateful for Fandom, giving us a home away from home," she said after a moment's thought. "I'm grateful that we can find acceptance here, even if it's just among a small group of friends. I'm grateful for love and laughter and Lacey's fries, and food that delivers."

[OOC: And I am thankful to have people like [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, and [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch to preplay with.]
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Bruce wasn't sure why there was already a Christmas movie on some channel. He really wasn't sure why it was being shown twice in a row. He wasn't sure why people would want to see a movie where Will Ferrell wore tights for the entire running time. But most of all, he wasn't sure why he couldn't stop watching.

He couldn't even blame the TV for this one. Yet another reason why Bruce hated the holidays.

[OOC: It looks like USA had/has Elf on twice today... consecutively... and it's not even Thanksgiving. Look, I love the movie, but come on. Wait a week. Ahem.]
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The Reserves were kind of fidgety today. Karla, at least, was filled with a kind of nervous energy that made it hard to keep still. This would be a nice break from her current state of constant near-exhaustion, if it hadn't come with all kinds of, well, emotional distractions. The kind that made it hard to concentrate.

Mostly--since we're all being honest here--because her libido was racing along faster than a NASCAR driver. And she didn't even get that reference. snipped for sexy honesty? )
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Raven knew she couldn't and shouldn't hide in her room all the time, so she ventured out to the common room for Rumor Gal. Her shields were still strong from the boost Anakin had given them, for which she was very happy because she could feel an increased amount of arousal from those in the dorms.

Hopefully doors would be safe tonight. Then again, given that Rumor Gal was going to be about Charlie and Claire having sex everywhere and anywhere, maybe not.

[oooopen]
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The reserves meeting had been moved into the dorm lobby for the day, and the theme of the snacks was definitely comfort food: Hot cider, soup, cookies.

Lots of cookies.

"Welcome back," Tara said, with a slight smile that was the most she could manage. "This week, some of us went to help a friend and ended up -- m-more than a little over our heads. We're all okay" -- at least physically -- "b-but it made me think. What can we do when we can't really do anything? How do you wake up the next day and go on? And what do you do s-so if something similar happens, God forbid, you aren't so -- so -- stuck?"

She drew a breath and went on, "Speaking, uh, just for me? I'm going to be doing a lot more training. it scares me. Power scares me. But it's better than not being able to help the way you'd like to."

This was the first time Raven had been out in public outside of going to class, and she was doing her best to act like everything was normal. Her shields were much stronger now, thanks to Anakin, and that helped a great deal. "I will be doing the same," she said quietly. "I will identify where my weaknesses lie and do what I can to eliminate them. Hopefully such a situation will never happen again, but if it does, I wish to be prepared."

Karla had no stake in today's discussion. She was too busy trying to sneak onto the table where all the yummy smells were coming from. Besides, she was an Arcerian kitten. That meant she was already perfect, as cats were wont to be.

Dolf wasn't feeling left out, honestly. He was just feeling a little-- something. He didn't know. The implication that something really bad had happened had left him feeling like his own problems shouldn't matter to him as much as they did, in comparison. "...I wait and hope," he muttered, trying not to think anything along the lines of scarlet fever or something equally disconcerting. "Wait and hope and if you can't solve it, maybe someone else can. But keep hoping, mostly." And try not to collapse anywhere crying next time.

[OOC: Preplayed with the delightfully oblivious [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, the delightfully emo [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and the delightfully feline [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch.]
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Today's snacks were distinctly fall in flavor and included cranberry baked brie and crackers (whole wheat, of course), roasted pumpkin seeds, and apple slices and caramel. It was possible Raven had gone a little overboard with nice treats in an attempt not to worry too much about the missing member of the Reserves today.

Said missing member may have also inspired the topic.

"Today we are going to discuss communication," Raven said. She didn't, to her credit, launch into a tirade about vague text messages and how they should be avoided because they were terribly distressing, Karla. "Though many of us come from different worlds and cultures, we all know how to communicate in some way, be it words or gestures or writing or telepathy or countless other ways. We have come to rely upon things such as the telephone or the internet to communicate with one another, but if something were to happen to deprive us of that technology, what other methods of communication do we have to pass important messages about dangers facing the island? What skills or powers might you possess to help deliver information quickly or safely or secretly?"

Tara would have had her own, milder, tirade to deliver, but she was also not going down that particular path. "Some of you are telepaths and can communicate that way," she said. "And ... some of us could work on spells that would let us talk mind to mind. It's not something I've tried, but it's in books. Or you could use a basic code, like pig latin or, if you're writing things down, the thing where 1 is A, 2 is B and so on. It all depends on how secure you need to be."

Dolf didn't know a certain Reserve member all that well, and so he was blissfully ignorant to any of the subtext of this particular meeting. He smiled at the group in all his ignorance. "Runners work, if you don't have powers," he said. "But they can be slow. It can also be good to have some signals decided, like with smoke or light, if you have a fire or a torch. I think communication happens through things we decide on ourselves, which is why it is important to talk about it. It can keep people from being killed or worse." He... wasn't making things much better for the subtexty mood that he wasn't picking up on, was he?

"As a fun way to show the importance of communication, we are going to play a game called "Scribblish," Raven finished up. "Once we are done discussing, I will pass out cards containing short phrases. If you wish to participate, you may attempt to draw what the phrase describes without using letters or numbers. Then you may pass the drawing -- without the initial phrase -- to the next person, who will attempt to describe what the drawing is of. The next person will draw the new phrase without seeing the previous drawing or the initial phrase, and so on until there have been three drawings and three new phrases." She managed a tiny smile. "I am told the resulting miscommunication can be very humorous."


[Please stand by for OCD. OCD is up! Co-written with the sensational [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, but not [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, since she's run off to do "plot" stuff.]
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Raven was worried about Karla after the text message she'd gotten late last night. As far as she knew, Karla had run off alone to Kaeleer, which didn't bode well. And fretting about Karla definitely wasn't helping with the issues she'd talked to Dinah about yesterday, so she decided to distract herself as only Monday nights could. Ice cream and Rumor Gal. Baby J was supposed to return tonight. There could be imminent rage...which wasn't very healthy either, but at least it wasn't worrying or moping.
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There was an adult man standing near the reserve leaders that afternoon. John Watson was keeping to himself, for the time being - he'd been invited here by Raven, but he had no intention of interrupting the children. Instead, it was Dolf who started to speak at first, a smile on his face like he hadn't just spent two days running around looking like a girl. "Hi," he said, "We have talked about being hurt before, but it is also a good idea to pay attention to what to do if others are, and you can help. We have a doctor here who will be telling you all some things about first aid. Bandaging and so. I know some of you have magic to heal people. You can talk about that too."

He was nodding, maybe subconsciously, at his fellow reserve leaders on that score. They knew more about that.

"As with everything, magical and regular healing require a balance," Karla said with a nod. "Regular healing isn't instantaneous and requires supplies that you may or may not have on hand: bandages, splints, silk and needles, stuff like that. Magical Healing, however, may also require supplies--which may be harder or more esoteric, depending on the magic user--and usually takes a heavy toll in energy from the caster, the patient, or both. Debating which is more appropriate to the occasion is important, even if you are a magical Healer."

"It might be a good idea for those of us who can heal magically to note our limitations," Raven said. "If there are any types of injuries you cannot heal or have difficulty with, or how much of your strength or resources are consumed. Perhaps there are ways we can teach one another. I would certainly be interested in such an exchange of ideas." Though her own gifts were without limit. Well, almost.

John had watched and listened until it sounded like they were through. Then he coughed. "My name is Doctor John Watson," he began, "I'm a clinic worker. I'm here today to demonstrate some first aid." Pause. "Non-magical first aid. Bandaging, the use of anti-septics, a few basic steps, mouth-to--" Wait. Teenagers. "Nevermind that." He coughed. Again. "You'll be practicing on each other, I've brought some supplies," he gestured at the table, where there were bandages and iodine and other such things. A few basics up front: the point is to preserve the wounded person's life until professional help can arrive at the scene. Don't move the wounded too much. Ensure that they can breathe, and if possible, that they are in the recovery position."

"Always make sure a wound is clean, by use of, say, ethanol or an equal antiseptic." He then picked up a bandage and motioned for Dolf to come closer. "There's a particular technique to bandaging a wound. You don't want to cut off the flow of blood by packing the layers too close..." He proceeded to go through all the steps of bandaging a pretend wound on Dolf's arm. The boy held still and attempted to smile through the enforced standing-upright, though his arm was quickly starting to protest.

Though it was done, after a few minutes. Dolf's smile became real then-- "It might also be important to know how to make a sling for a broken arm..." --and promptly fell again. Sigh.

Tara couldn't heal magically, so she'd been quiet (and, all right, a bit jealous) as Raven and Karla spoke, but she watched the demonstrations with clear interest. She'd taken a first aid class, but refreshing her skills was always a good idea. "For our activity today," she said, once Dr. Watson seemed to be done torturing Dolf, "we're going to pair up and practice bandaging each other. There are supplies over on that table, and, uh ... please give it a try. This could all be really important someday."

She just hoped that day wasn't soon.
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]
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Unlike last week's meeting with its healthy offers, today's snacks were a tribute to comfort food. Pastries and hot chocolate were well-represented, though there were some fruits and teas, too. "Good to see we managed to survive another Parents' Weekend without something dreadful happening to the island. Or because of it, as the case may be." Trufax, Karla lived in fear of the day something decided to invade while her family was around. "While we definitely want to give everyone a chance to talk about the weekend, we'd also like to focus on something else."

If for no other reason than because people might be all PW'd out by now.

"One of the best parts about coming to Fandom is that there's always someone out there with a different viewpoint. Sometimes it's hard to accept or find common ground--" and Karla was just going to not look at anyone right there, "--but as long as the conversation stays civil and polite, there's no reason that dissimilar viewpoints have to lead to anger or hurt feelings. In fact, different experiences can lead to something very useful and important: new ideas. Synthesis between several different views, leading to something new and interesting. We all have to learn to think outside the our personal boxes."

"That leads us to today's activity." From behind the leaders, Karla picked up a big cardboard box and spilled the contents out onto the end of the table. Out spilled several lengths of cork, candlestubs, and several boxes of tacks. "Form little groups and decide how to affix your lighted candle to the cork wall, without letting any of the candlewax drip onto the ground below. The only materials you can work with are your candle, your box of tacks, and whatever powers and ingenuity your group can lay claim to."

"You may use whatever knowledge or gifts you possess to light the candle," Raven said. She had to wonder if teleporting it to a volcano would count or not. "But it must be lit when you affix it to the corkboard."'

"But don't burn yourself," Tara winced, because ow. "And...like Karla said, if you need to talk about your guests, we're all here."
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Tara was in a good mood as the reserves gathered this afternoon, if one tinged with the slightest edge of nervous mania. Kennedy had told her just that morning that Constance was coming for the weekend. Constance the Watcher, who was going to want to meet Tara, and probably judge absolutely everything about her, and was there time for Tara to dye the random blonde streaks in her hair back to her natural color?

... Focus, Tara. She blinked rapidly at the group as she gathered her thoughts. "Hi!" she said. "M-most of you probably know this, but Parents' Weekend starts the day after tomorrow. That means a whole lot of our parents, friends, guardians and siblings are going to just show up and, uh, expect us to show them around."

"Which would all be stressful enough at a normal school," she continued, "But here, we have some special concerns. Like, do your parents even know you use magic, or hang out with people who do?"

"We don't have an activity today," she finished. "Just ... let's have a discussion. Should we tell guests everything and just let them process it, or is there a place for, um, little mostly white lies about what we're doing?"

Raven had felt a pang of loss at the mention of Parent's Weekend, but she kept herself composed. "I do not believe in lying," she said. "I believe they cause imbalance, and you run the risk of causing more trouble if you do not tell the truth. But the world I am from also has many people with magical abilities and super powers, so it would be easier for me to be truthful. If my world were not like that, and I had a visitor on the island, I think I would try to avoid the topic rather than lie."

Karla looked a bit sheepish when she began talking. "Really, I think there's a lot we already have to hide from our visiting relatives. Boyfriends, girlfriends, roommates of the opposite gender, grades, how close we came to dying in the most recent invasion..." Not that Karla had chosen any of these hypotheticals from her own life or anything.

"What's the point of hiding something like magic from our families compared to stuff like that? It's like saying we're ashamed of who we are and what we can do. I know that, back home, there are people who have to hide their abilities or face really serious consequences. I think that we should be proud to live somewhere that we don't have those worries. Hiding then sort of seems disingenuous."

"We should be proud when we can," Dolf announced, vocally. It was a topic he was pretty passionate about. "Even if sometimes people will want to hurt us for it. If we are doing good, then no one gets to insult us for who we are or what we do. Some will have to be careful about it, others not, but remember you have skills and you work hard, and no one here will let them get you." His voice tapered off at the end, as he realised he didn't have the words to rant more about it. His foot kicked at the ground in frustration.

Tara watched Dolf for just a second more to make sure he'd be okay before wrapping things up. "I see their arguments, but ... it kind of depends on who your parents are. My dad's really, really different from my mom, so lying to him sometimes makes sense." To say the least; bitterness crept into her tone. "What do the rest of you think?"
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Raven's turn to lead the meeting meant that the snacks were dominated by fresh fruits and a veggie tray -- with hummus, of course. Much healthier than any sort of sour cream based dip! There was also cheese and crackers and some muffins and cookies as well, though made with organic whole wheat flour. And some that were gluten-free and marked as such, as were anything with nuts or dairy. Shut up, Kennedy.

"Most of you should be aware of what happened on Friday," Raven began after people had arrived. "Fandom was beset by vicious flying fish that attacked without any provocation. And once they were slain, they returned as undead creatures, like the zombies in Caritas." Only without nearly as much musical talent.

"Dolf quickly set up a support station in the dorm lobby." Raven glanced over to where Dolf stood and gave him a smile. "Many of us who could heal or tend injuries stayed there, and weapons were provided to those who required them to defend themselves." Her voice didn't falter at all, but her smile faded just a tiny bit at the implication of violence. She was becoming more accustomed to it, but that didn't mean she liked it.

"Today we'd like to share what you did during this day, be it fighting, supporting, or just staying out of the way," Raven went on. "Is there anything you would have liked to have done differently, or known how to do better? Is there anything you think the reserves as the group could do differently or better? Please, do not be afraid to speak up. If there ways we can improve, we would very much like to hear them."

"I, um, didn't get outside," Tara admitted, self-conscious. "I had a really bad cold. So anything you can tell me about what you did would help me. A lot."

Raven looked at Tara as she spoke, her expression making it clear she thought Tara should have come to her if she'd been sick. Your cold, give it to her.

"Also, for those of you who went joined up with the Martial Reserve, how did that work out for you?" Karla added, with a comforting smile at Tara. "It's important that we learn how to most effectively combine our skills across all three Reserve divisions."

Dolf had been nodding along up until that point. "And, uh," he started, "It went good this time. No one died. But I want to know which one of you will want to be there to help at the support station next time something happens. Let me know so I can call, okay? More help is a good thing."

"So who wishes to go first?" Raven said, addressing everyone again. "And if you do not feel comfortable speaking in front of everyone, please, feel free to approach one of us privately to share your thoughts."

[Please stand by for OCD. OCD is up! Co-written with the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, who has no hyphen in his username and should be shunned. Shuuuuuuuuuuun.]
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Raven was still unsettled by her meeting with Sherlock earlier that day, so when she came home from work she headed up to her usual spot on the roof to meditate. She knew she should let mere words upset her so much, especially when they came from a sociopath stranger. Sitting cross-legged on the roof near the garden, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into a light trance, trying to calm herself down and forget about what the unpleasant man had said. The evening was very pleasant, at least, and the moon was lovely and full.


[Open roof is ooopen.]
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"Hi," Dolf started, waving at everyone before any of his fellow leaders had a chance to really get a word in. (It wasn't that he was trying to be first, but he'd gotten the hang of it a little, last week, and-- well, it was just easy by now, to take point when he could.) "So today we want to talk about being sick. Other people being sick, and being sick ourselves. It can happen that sometimes someone just gets sick and passes it on to everyone else, and then people start dying. Sometimes at the worst possible moments. We have to be prepared, if it happens, to do the necessary things."

He looked pretty serious about the whole thing, too. He still remembered the outbreak at the children's camp, over two months ago. "If a sickness is contagious, then we need to seperate the sick," he continued, "Find a comfortable camping place. Don't deal with them without putting something over your mouth. Burn their things if they die or go away so the sickness doesn't jump to anyone else. Wash a lot." He took a deep breath. "Of course every sickness is its own thing. Sometimes people are very warm, burning. They need to be cooled, until it stops. With water. Good food and water for everybody anyway. Sometimes people cough, then you really have to make sure you have something for your mouth. They can have problems walking, or their tongues can turn strange colours, or they'll get spots-- different sicknesses, some dangerous, some not."

"It used to be different, and maybe it's different for some of you, still. This time is very clean, so sickness that used to kill doesn't, anymore. We learned to separate people and look after them. That's what we are trying to teach you now. To recognise sickness, and to take care of it." Which was about where he'd realised he'd just set in and started talking, so he fell silent and looked to the other leaders.

Karla was happy to pick up where Dolf had left off. "Keeping everything as sterile as we can is key," she added. "Anything that has come in touch with infected fluids or tissues needs to be burned, bleached, or boiled before it is used again. If we're not yet sure what is causing the illness, boiling water for a goodly amount of time before drinking it is important: there are many diseases that travel in water. Fevers can kill if they get high enough, so watching someone's temperature might mean the difference between life and death. You don't need to be a doctor or a Healer to help combat sickness. You just need to be careful and smart."


"You should also," Tara added, "make sure sick people are eating and drinking, if they can keep anything down at all. Toast is good, and tea or ginger ale. Orange juice. Chicken soup. Bananas. There's a reason they call it comfort food, right? If you have access to any drugs, you could give them some penicillin if it's the right kind of infection, or Tylenol to bring a fever down. Just be careful 'cause it won't work on everything, and some people will be allergic to it. "

Which reminded her of another point. "Remember not everyone in Fandom has a totally human biology, so don't do anything if you aren't sure it's safe."


"And keeping the spirits up of someone who is ill is very important as well," Raven said. "They may be upset or frightened, and they will need someone to talk to or just a hand to hold. Tending to their emotional needs can be as critical as their physical ones."

Dolf had been nodding along with all of that. Once silence fell, he started to speak again. "Today we'll work on recognising signs and dealing with them," he said, earnestly. "We have a list of possible symptoms. Find a friend, and one of you will pretend to have symptoms, and the other should deal with it. And you can add new symptoms, if you can think of others."
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Raven had claimed the fifth floor common room with a flag in the name of Rumor Gal tonight. She'd been waiting months for tonight's episode after the terrible cliffhanger earlier that year that had left her favorite character in grave peril.

She thought she'd figured out her laptop so that she could video chat with Hoshi if she called, and Jono had said he'd join her to watch, but anyone was welcomed, of course.

Just don't even think of turning the channel.
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It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

[Open! And you better believe that there will be YouTube abuse today.]
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"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 [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
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It was a new semester! It was a new Magic + Support Reserves meeting! Karla hadn't provided the snacks this time!

It was all very exciting. Exciting in a way that made Tara nervous -- eek, public speaking -- but exciting. Arrivals who had followed the handwavey signs to the meeting were being encouraged to take hard candy from a bowl as they joined the group, but not to eat them.

Raven was on edge as well, but for an entirely different reason. She was unsettled by the idea that Zatanna might show up to join the Reserves, but she wasn't about to let her personal feelings disrupt the group. So whether Zatanna was there or not, Raven was going to smile pleasantly and welcome everyone to the meeting.

"Welcome to the reserves meeting," Tara said with a smile, once she realized everybody was waiting for her to say something. "If you're new, it's good to have you. If you're not new, it's still really good to have you. Anyhow .... we come together to hang out, but also to talk about how to use our skills to help out if things go wrong. A lot of us are witches. We also have some really good healers, some incredibly smart researchers, and s-some people who don't really come with a label. You're all welcome."

"We're playing a game today," she added, gesturing to the candy. "For every piece of candy you took, you have to share one fact about yourself other than your name and where you're from. it could be, um ... favorite movie, favorite food, favorite place you visited, most embarrassing moment ... whatever you feel like saying."

She pointed at random into the group. "You can go first."

[OOC: Preplayed with the gorgeous [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child. Activity suggested by [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch.]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]
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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!]
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It was a nice morning, with the first hint of fall in the still-warm air. Didi carried a mug of tea onto the deck to enjoy it, feeling philosophical. If she counted the time in New York with Sexton, her first anniversary as a human would be Friday. She wondered if she should throw herself a party to mark the milestone -- if she was still around at all. The feeling she wouldn't be kept tugging at her. Mortal life felt like a dress she had almost outgrown, a sentimental favorite she'd need to give up on soon enough.

She tried to shake it off as she sipped her drink. Going or staying -- whichever was going to happen, would happen without her worrying about it. For now, there was slightly spicy tea to drink and a blue sky to watch.

[OOC: Last public post as Didi.]
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With the reserve meeting canceled, after her morning class Raven retreated to the roof to meditate. She was still on edge after what had happened last night. She'd kept enough control to not turn on her friends, but her demon side had been far too easily provoked by Karla's life being in danger.

And the lust. Awkward didn't begin to describe it. Meditation was desperately called for.

She sat cross-legged near the garden, eyes closed as she sank into a light trance. She was still aware enough of her surroundings that she'd hear if someone else came up on the roof. The sun was bright and it was almost 100°F out, but she was able to heal any damage the sun did to her skin immediately. Who needed sunscreen?

She was also wondering how she was going to explain all of this to Anakin tomorrow without mentioning the word "orgy."


[ooc: Open like an open roof!]
[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com
Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]
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Raven hadn't just been offering her healing gifts, she'd been trying to keep track of who had returned and crossing their name off the list she'd compiled over the weekend based on the radio and who else seemed to be missing. She posted a copy of the list in the lobby. )

She added a note: Please cross your name off this list if you have returned so that we know you are safe. If you have seen someone else here in Fandom since this afternoon, please remove their name as well.

Her OCD, she would give it to you.
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A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]
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It was Raven's turn again to lead the meeting, and while she was trying very hard not to dwell on last week (with the exception of crying on Karla's shoulder last night), she couldn't help but let it guide her toward a topic for the day. She hadn't let it get in the way of provided the usual assortment of snacks, though when Raven was in charge they leaned heavily toward fruits and veggies, and water and lemonade and tea rather than soda.

"Many of us here have remarkable gifts," she began, "but they have taken time to learn to use them, and we must always be on our guard to use them wisely. There may be times beyond our control, however, when our powers do not work correctly, which could lead to unintended results. In Fandom, this is often a humorous thing, thankfully, but that is not always the case. Sometimes there may be dangerous consequences."

"For example," Tara put in with a bit of a wince, "You m-might totally and completely by accident make a couple dozen people invisible. N-nobody got hurt when that happened, but that was really just luck. It can take a long time to forgive yourself for something like that. It can even tempt you to just give up."

"It's not just instances where our powers don't work right that can lead to unintended consequences," Karla added. "We have a responsibility to think things through. Just because we have the ability to do something, should we? When do we cross the line between helpful and hubris?"

"Have you ever had an instance where your gifts did not work as you anticipated, or you lost control of them?" Raven finished up. "How did you deal with this? And for the Support Reserves members with us today, what could you do to help someone so stricken to regain control or undo what they had done?"

"Or," Francine added, "How do you deal when there's nothing you can do to help?"

[Written with the other three of the Fab Four, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, and [livejournal.com profile] thatsamilkshake. Wait for the OCD, plz. OCD is up!]
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"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] thatsamilkshake and [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
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Unlike last week, there were no Twister boards in evidence, much to Karla's disappointment, at least. Instead, there were several dummies lying about, including on a table directly in front of them. Don't worry, there were still snacks. They were just on another table, off to one side.

"Sometimes," Karla said, when it looked like everyone had assembled, "people get hurt. It's a regrettable fact of life, but injuries and illnesses can happen, no matter how much care we take. During an invasion or something, that likelihood only increases. And, since this something that we have to keep in mind, it only makes sense that, in case of an emergency, we all know a little bit about taking care of our friends and allies."

"But you should also make certain if the person who is injured is not just being stubborn and really does require magical healing," Raven said. She wasn't grumbling. Much.

"Whether we have powers specifically geared towards magically Healing someone or not, there are a few very useful, non-magical methods we can all learn that might save someone's life. Even people with powers ought to know at least a few of these methods--the may come a time when the answer to 'should I use magic to Heal this?' is no. If that happens, you want to make sure you have other skills to rely on."

"Sometimes the school teaches them," Tara offered. "Dr. Pierce has been teaching first aid all summer -- I took it from him last term and, even though it made me nervous sometimes? It was a really good class."

Karla nodded her agreement, she was enjoying Dr. Pierce's class, too. "Today, we've asked Dana Scully to provide us with a demonstration for a few of these skills. When she's done, feel free to practice, ask questions, or offer other tips and tricks you know, so we can all be as prepared as possible."

[Written with the usual suspects, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow. Please hold on for OCD is up]
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When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, with Karla's boobs presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]

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