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It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]
notagoose: (Goose with gun close up)
[personal profile] notagoose
The first thing that Goose did later that morning was head to the shooting range, partly curious to see if it was anything different to the last time that he had used it and found that it was still pretty much the same. A few rounds later confirmed that.

No one back home would have been surprised to know that he was spending his weekend off away from the base doing target practice, they would have been more surprised if he hadn't.

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brat_inslayage: (Drill Sergeant (Get It Done))
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
Today, there was a notice set out in the usual place for the reserves group to pack it on up and meet at the Salle, where they would find an assortment of weapons set out, mostly of the 'blunt force trauma' variety.

Fun times with beating on one another today!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or Kennedy. Because hers was the dark blue one aimed at his shoulder.
puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

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

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

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

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

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

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

...

“Carefully.”

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

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

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

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

[Open reserves are open to all! Co-written with the usual suspects.]
puppy_fair: (Crossed Arms)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
The usual supply of cookies and pastries was set out for everybody today, but apparently that wasn't enough for Kennedy, who while waiting for the group to show up kept heading back to the table to snag another cookie or muffin every few minutes despite the entire bag of Mooby Land burgers she was clutching (and constantly eating from, yes).

"Hey, everybody," she said once it was about time to start. "So, uh." She kept rolling her shoulders as she talked. No reason. "It's kinda been brought to my attention that sometimes? We're gonna end up dealing with something that might be able to hit us, but that we can't actually hit."

Stupid gholam. She was still mad about that. )
[identity profile] unborn-renegade.livejournal.com
Today, the reserves group had been handwavily informed to meet near the treeline by the cabins. They'd also been informed to wear clothing that they didn't mind seeing get wet. The reason for this would probably be made perfectly clear the moment they gathered, considering the assortment of water guns and water balloons that were set out nearby.

Zack was grinning, with the biggest water gun he could find resting neatly on one shoulder as he surveyed the group.

"Today, we're going to combine a bit of what we've already covered, back when we had Jak and Triela show us around the guns, with a little bit of something new. You never know what kind of enemy you're going to face when the island gets invaded. Fandom has proven that much again and again. But one thing you should know is what sort of tactical advantage you can gain from your surroundings."

"And think three-dimensionally," added Kennedy, who had a much smaller pair of matching water guns in her hands and kept eyeing Zack's gigantoid one with a mix of envy and dubiousness. With a wry smile, since she still hadn't forgotten the rather dramatic lesson she'd gotten about it in Kaeleer, she kicked at the groundcover. "And keep the terrain in mind, too, especially if you're not used to stuff like fighting in the good ol' outdoors. Hey, we know it's freaking hot out, and we're making you run around in it, so-- water guns. But don't get the idea to just stand there and get hit to cool down, okay?"

"Same thing as last time," Jak agreed, "In reality, if you get shot, you're dead." These things were pretty simple. "Bonus points for anyone who rakes up a headshot count. Let's get some hair wet, guys."
puppy_fair: (Crouch and Grin)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
The Reserves members had been handwavily notified that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop, since a combat exercise was the agenda of the day. Kennedy, for one, looked far too excited about this.

And she wouldn't be the only one! Zack was doing an admirable effort to keep from bouncing on his toes as he looked out over the reservists who had gathered.

Hey, Guys! )

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puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Today's meeting of the reserves was not being held in its usual place, no. People had been handwavily notified that the meeting was going to be held in the Danger Shop, and to meet there once the classes for the day were over so that they wouldn't be getting in anyone's way. It was kind of amazing how much stuff could be crammed into one room, wasn't it?

"Heya, guys!" Zack grinned and nodded to people as they filed in. "Today, we're going to be starting on practical runs of stuff that we've been talking about, all along. Unfamiliar and rough terrain, weapons that might be equally unfamiliar, stamina, agility, and that sort of thing."

"Which means," Kennedy contributed, no small amount of cheerful and eager herself, "welcome to the Fandom Gladiators triathlon, you guys. Not everybody's going to be awesome at every single stage of this thing, but that's kinda the point: figuring out what you need to work on, or what you want to get better at. So keep an eye out for that while you're on the course, and we'll be keeping an eye on it too."

"And try not to get killed." Look, Jak... tended to like it better when Torn handled the debriefing. "We've got guns. If you shoot yourselves in the foot, it's not our problem." Well... it technically was, but whatever. "We start training next week. And, uh..." Pause. "Good luck."
puppy_fair: (Fistpalm)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Hey, guys," said Zack once people seemed more or less assembled for today's reserves meeting. "Since we're working on getting involved in some more in-depth exercises in the future, I thought that maybe keeping it simple today would be for the best. You more or less know one another by now, I think, but do you know how the other people here in the group work?" He grinned a bit, and then shrugged. "Unarmed sparring. Grab a partner and go at it. Don't do anything to seriously hurt your partner, though. I want to see you going for grabs and holds and light contact, but not force. We want our crew in one piece, here. And if someone does get hurt, come see me. I have potions, or else I can help haul your butt to the clinic."

The look that he was wearing was one of those very serious looks that suggested that he would be very displeased if it came down to hauling anyone's butt to the clinic, okay. And considering the bouncy puppy that he was a semester ago, it probably seemed all the more severe if you happened to know Zack.

"Before we get started, I want to announce the other two leaders who will be stepping up to help me lead the group. Jak and Kennedy both have some excellent ideas about further training exercises, and they've both agreed to take leadership roles here, and so if you see them be sure to give them a pat on the back, or at least a little respect, okay?"

Whatever your idea of respect was.

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[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
Triela hadn't gotten her entire arsenal out of storage in quite some time, but this evening she felt like running through everything. The lack of missions from home was making her antsy. She just hoped it wasn't also making her rusty.

She'd have to make time to swing by Wellspring again sometime soon to brush up on her sniping skills. They were the ones she used least often, and were likely to need the most practice, after all.

But for now this would be fine. She had a dozen gun cases spread around her and she was carefully checking the contents of each of them in turn.

[Open for all your shooting poor helpless target needs.]
longislandiceme: (headtilt)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
So... Bobby had never been up to the sixth floor except for parties and that one disastrous baking attempt with Sookie. Today, though, he was bored and wandering and... wondering where that random, unmarked door led.

The answer was, apparently, to a hallway with more doors. Bobby then opened one of those doors and...

"Whoa."

Bobby made a few calls, because holy crap this was way too awesome to keep to himself, and then settled in to wait for people to arrive.

[ooc: YES. RETURN OF THE SIXTH FLOOR ADVENTURES. Bobby called a whole bunch of people, and in his excitement probably called more than a few random numbers, if your character doesn't know him but would like an excuse to come play. MINOR OCD ONNAWAY UP.]
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[personal profile] notagoose
It was Goose's first full day at Fandom and the first thing that he did that morning was head to the Shooting Range to test it out. He hadn't done any target practice yesterday and since he didn't like having to go without training any longer than he had to, he was determined to get some in that morning.

That was why he was now focusing on the targets in front of him, with trained precision he let loose a string of fire power from his blasters, effortlessly hitting the targets as he did so.

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