Entries tagged with turtle wexler

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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes

"Dodging," Arthur started, as soon as all had assembled, "Is a fine art in and of itself. When you lose your weapon, you may not be able to replace it. And even if you do have it, it might be useful to avoid being struck in the face." He paused briefly, grinning once. "But ask Zack about that. Today, we will be practicing that skill: it's a basic fighting technique, but there's no reason we shouldn't be brushing up on it."

Zack did his best to look indignant, but mostly he just came off as 'playfully pouty.' It was entirely possible that the muscles in his face had forgotten how to look indignant years ago.

"We're not going to do full-out sparring today, because there are so many different skill levels here, and we don't have a means of pairing you off the same way that Fight Club has. But we are going to pair you off anyhow. One of you will be our designated hitter, and please, don't use any powers, or super strength, or anything like that until your partner confirms that it's alright. The other one will dodge. Don't get hit, guys. It's not really all that fun. Throw a few hits, dodge a few hits, and swap off every five minutes." He swayed on his heels for a moment, and then added. "If anyone ends up hurt, then stop. If the injury is serious, let us know right away so that I can give you a healing potion or so we can get your butt to the clinic post-haste."

"Above all, share what you know," Arthur finished. "If someone conducts a particularly ambitious swerve, ask how, and attempt to repeat it. Remember to keep your distance, to watch your opponent's movements, and not to lose control of your own. I believe that's everything; grab a partner, and get to work."

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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"Alright!" When the Reserves crew assembled today, they'd be greeted by Zack, holding up... Half a sword! The last two feet of the length of his blade were nowhere to be seen, and what survived was the hilt, and a length of metal that had definitely seen better days. "Broken weapons! They happen! I know some of you think your blades are all but invincible, but considering the sorts of things we see around here every day, I think it'd be safe to assume that someday, something will invade that stands a chance at disarming even you."

Like, say, Klingons.

Zack tossed what was left of his sword onto the ground at his feet, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"A broken weapon means that you're going to have two problems. First, the very immediate issue of an enemy that quite possibly has now gained a serious upper hand against you. And second, the eventual repair or replacement of your weapon." He perked a little, giving his hands a clap together. "So! What we're going to do today is discuss both. Can you hold your own in a fight with something big and mean if you've been disarmed? Is your weapon still capable of doing some damage with what might be left? My sword isn't any good for attacking anymore, but at least I can use it to block incoming attacks with what's still there. And then talk about the repair or replacement. Is there someone on the island who can fix your weapon in particular? Can you find another one if it's beyond repair, or is it one of a kind?"

"Some of you may remember the meeting we held on searching your environment for an appropriate weapon," Arthur cut in, "In a pinch, remember to look around you, and to make use of what you've got. In fact, you're best off making sure you've got the measure of the area before you even start - lest you lose a flail and don't know to find the blunt instrument you might need to take out your enemy." NOT THAT HE KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. "Look around the grounds -- do you see anything you could use to your advantage if disarmed? And, on a related note - how great are your skills of avoidance -- although we'll go into that next week."

[OCD is up and the Reserves are open to all!]

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Around the Dorms; Sunday Afternoon [ 09/13 ].

Tomorrow, she'd gone around giving out some candy, but now was really where her name started to get out. She should have probably gotten these up ages ago, but with clubs and classes started, she just didn't have the time. She did now, though, and so Turtle Wexler was taking her nice, crisp posters, professionally done in a tasteful shade of green with white and black accents, and plastering them all over the dorms.

Vote T.R. "Turtle" Wexler for Senior Representative!
Experience ♥ Dedication ♥ Enthusiasm ♥ Benevolence
A vote for Turtle Wexler is a vote for all these things and more!
As Senior Class Representative, Turtle will strive to be the best for the job
and a person you can turn to with dependability, trust, and honor!
Proud to be a Gremlin for three strong years and running
and eager to make Fandom High an even better place than before!
(Which is saying a lot; this place is awesome!).

She smoothed one up on the wall and stepped back with a grin, nodding. Yes. That'll do nicely.

Plus she still had some candy in her bag for whoever she might run into.

[[ of course it's open! Whoo! ]]

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deck | early evening | saturday | september 12

In the Community, going out after certain hours hadn't been permitted save for the those with Assignments that required it. Even being three years removed from that place, it still took Jonas a few weeks to realize that he could go out and stay out without the fear of punishment.

There were so many things he knew he could be doing or could be learning but, tonight, he found himself just staring up at the darkening sky. It was overcast but the clouds still captivated him in ways that might seem mundane to almost everyone else. It was amazing to him how they moved, changed shape and combined with each other so effortlessly.

Jonas hoped he might see stars later, when the sky grew dark, but watching the clouds was all right with him for the moment. The book he'd brought lay unopened next to him, ready if the clouds grew boring. Jonas didn't see that happening though.

[the deck's open!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

Sookie was sort of surprised by the very sticky rain, and that in and of itself was a mark of how long she'd been there.

And after a day spent indoors reading, she decided to do something smart about the rain. And so she wandered out to her common room, found it empty, and took to carefully positioning some buckets to hang out the windows.

Sookie, meanwhile, set to work mixing up some pancake batter. And, of course, frying up some bacon and eggs. It wasn't really breakfast-for-supper unless you had all the components.

[oooooopen!]

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2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Needing lots of room in order to work, Jean had commandeered a common room for great high school politics justice.

One needed space in order to make a bunch of posters telling people to vote for her. Ooo! Glitter! They needed to have glitter on them too.

But only a classy amount. Nothing gaudy.

[[Open common room is so very open]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room; Thursday Morning [ 08/20 ].

Now, Turtle Wexler could hold her own in a kitchen if she had to, especially if it was simple stuff like mac'n'cheese or grilled cheese or generally anything with cheese involved. Thankfully, however, she didn't have to. Many of the delicious things of the world came easily prepared and packaged for her convenience.

And in a few weeks, she'd have to start a full campaign, petal to the metal, especially once the new kids came in, but, for right now, she thought she'd work a softer angle with the kids already here. That was why she had special ordered a large case of assorted Pop-Tarts, all with green and black frosting, colors hopefully guaranteed to bring to mind the Wexler/Walters teams, and was dropping them into the toaster, toasting them up to put on Westing Paper Products and hopefully pass on to her fellow students.

And if no one was really up and about this morning, well...she really hoped Maron and Apu liked Pop-Tarts, because it was the roomie and the faithful employee who was going to be stuck with them when she was done. And it would be the only time in her life that she'd actually miss Nana. That beast would take care of them all real quick, that was for sure!

[[ I've got a morning off and I'm gonna use it! Open as common rooms are! Feel free to mod your Pop-Tart flavours! ]]

Current Mood: accomplished

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Outside the Dorms; Wednesday Afternoon [ After Workshops; 08/19 ].

This was it. While Turtle, who was never going to shake off how much she hated that she'd been accused of bombings she'd never done in the past, was not one to support the damage of public property, especially not so close to a very important election, she felt much more strongly about her hatred of gym class uniforms...and her annoyance with certain teachers' usage of them. She liked to think that many fellow students felt the same way, too, and it was a destructive position she felt her campaign would gladly suffer.

And being Mr. Dex's TA made getting the uniforms all the easier, too.

It would have been nicer to do this in the main campfire, but right outside the dorms would be a higher traffic spot. There, in a very contained and approved fire ring, was crackling the beginnings of a nice little bonfire, mingled with the smell of burning spandex/polyester blend, as Turtle fed more of the gym uniforms into the fire, smirking proudly.

It was almost tradition, really.

"Come on!" she called brightly to passersby, and might even toss a uniform or two their way. "Down with crappy gym uniforms! They severe our individuality and insult our sense of fashion! Burn 'em all!"

[ uniforms so burned with permission, and of course the post is open! ]

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The Deck; Wednesday After Classes

Clad in her super cute, pink sequined bikini and faux furred cardigan, Elle lounged perkily, crossing her three inch heeled feet at the ankles. Bruiser peeked his little head out of the designer tote near the foot of Elle's chair. Folding open the lastest Cosmo, she flipped through it while peeking around to see if anyone noticed her.

Seriously. How could anyone not notice Elle Woods?

With a cute little sigh, she picked up her cold glass of lemonade and took a sip. It was super delicious and made her lips pucker slightly, just as real lemonade should.

[[ Totally open. Shh, I know what day it is, rly. ]]

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Main Campfire; Wednesday Evening [ 07/22 ]/

It seemed a quiet night for campfires so far, but Turtle was in too good of a mood to just hang out in her cabin to do things. She got to work on her shooting and play with a trebuchet in class, and what was better than flinging rocks at a castle? Then there was the slumber party on Friday, complete with nefarious plans that would be kept quiet thanks to the cover of her and Valentine doing radio, unless Val decided to be a jerkface and not cooperate. And then there was the date with Zack Saturday. A date. She'd done a complete 180 from where she was at the beginning of the summer and felt happier and more relaxed than she'd felt in what seemed like forever.

So she made a quick trip to the store and dragged back with her all the usual spoils: all the accouterments for s'mores, all the fixin's for hot dogs, and a lot of soda pop in a cooler. Because no matter what, it never got old. Especially since she was an American, dammit. There were, however, some chips and pretzels and donuts in case anyone really was sick of the usual fare.

[[ Post is wide open, though I might be slowish as I try to finish a book with a complete lack of focus ]]

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Main Campfire, Saturday Evening

Kate had spent the past few days mostly on her own. She had hung out in her alcove, listening to music, reading magazines and books and comics, and just generally enjoying some quiet time by herself.

But now she felt like it was time to socialize again, which was why she was at the main campfire. She hadn't brought any snacks with her, hoping someone else might bring something.

She was just sitting there, looking at the fire.

[Open like an open campfire is! ETA: I'm crashing for the night, will pick up pings tomorrow.]

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Bitterwoman Campfire, Wednesday Evening

Jennifer had been feeling a bit more at ease with her whole transformation on Sunday. After all, it was supposed to happen, according to Mr. Deadpool.

Okay, she hadn't quite gone to talk to the principal about it yet. But... she was doing fine.

That was, until she burned her fingers roasting a marshmallow. She got so angry that... Pow! She felt her jeans tear, her shirt suddenly became way too snug, and... yep. She was big and green again.

She sighed.

[ooc: Very open! Feel free to say your character was already at the campfire when Jen burned her fingers, if you like.]

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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

So they couldn't have a reserve leader meeting this week, because Leto was a tree. Arthur being Arthur, he was fairly convinced Leto was just doing it to spite everyone (especially him), but that was hardly the reason he was behind the dorms this morning.

"Today, we're going to be working on fortifying the dorms," Arthur announced, "As well as setting up for their defense. If a fighting force somehow breaks through the gates, it will be of great importance to ensure that the dorms are kept safe and well-defended." He... took a moment to ~~handwavily in order not to break the mun's brain~~ elaborate on his own time's strategies for ~~standing in a square with spears hoping something will fall on them~~ defense of such buildings. It involved barricades. And fires. And, okay, standing in a square with spears hoping something would fall on it, but he said it... a little classier than that.

"I would like you all to take a march around the building," because physical exercise was also always good, "And find the weak spots. Windows, damaged walls, and the like. There are a number of defensive positions we can take in order to safeguard the gates. I've listed a number of them, but go take a look and bring us your own ideas."

He nodded at the crowd, then paused. "If anyone is searching for Lord Leto," he said, "He's currently topiary, but with any luck, he'll grace us with his presence again next week."

Seriously. Couldn't Leto turn into a tree when it was actually useful, like in a quiet week where Arthur could have the room to himself?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

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Main Campfire; Sunday Evening

Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.

"When are you going to leave?" she asked.

"When I'm ready," was his reply.

With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.

The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.

[[ Open campfire! ]]

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En Route From Cabins to Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

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Main Campfire; Tuesday Evening [ 07/07 ].

Turtle was thinking about going out to do her campfire jumping to meet new people and catch up with old people alive, but decided she'd take the hopping a little further and just go and get a good one going at the main campfire. She even took a trip down to the store so she had plenty of materials for s'mores, hot dogs, and there was even a cooler full of pop.

If you asked Turtle, that was all you really needed for a good campfire.

*smack*

Well, maybe some bug spray. That one was a big one. She wrinkled her nose and scratched the skeeter bite before poking at the fire a little more and setting up its christening s'more.

[[ open campfire is open, and I'm loopy from lack of sleeeeep ]]

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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

Zack was in a darn good mood, in spite of a pair of slightly blackened eyes and a tender nose that was a little on the crunchy side, but was totally hard-earned.

Why was he so chipper?

Because it was Rookie Day at the reserves, that was why! New people on the island meant that there were probably going to be new people here today, and Zack was totally happy to take the reigns and lead the troops!

"Okay! So, we've got a new term, and ~~possibly~~ a few new faces, so we're going to do our introductions over again! Names, fighting experience, and weapons proficiency, as well as any other skills you think might come in handy in the case of an invasion, if you please!"

Arthur shot him a slightly sideways look. "Before we get to that," he said, scraping his throat, "I am Prince Arthur Pendragon, leader of the reserves, and these are my," sidekicks, "fellow commanders, Lord Leto Atreides the Second, and Zack Fair, SOLDIER Second Class. We're willing to help you if you are in need of any further combat training, as are your fellow reserve members, I'm sure." Look, he was being good.

Zack blinked. Ooooh, right. Introductions for them was probably important too, huh?

"That's right! Come and see any of us if you're looking for help with..." Headtilt. Ponder. "Anything, really. Oh! And we have maps of the island, too! We're going to hand those out, and if the seasoned members would be so kind as to show the rookies what to look out for around here, like areas where the terrain might grant a tactical advantage, or training areas, or things to watch out for, that'd be great!"

"As for the rest of you, if you find anyone who might be interested in joining us, spread the word," Arthur called, "I know you lot think you're good, but you can always use another kick in the arse." This was what passed for humour, clearly. "Work well today. We'll see come next week."

[Open! Newbies, feel free to stumble in and get involved, too! This is behind the dorms, so it should be easy to find even if you haven't been informed IC about what's going on. Of course, everyone is welcome, not just students. Co-written with

bitch_prince, who is awesome like pie.]

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Main Campfire, Monday Evening

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

Raven had had a much more restful sleep that night, thanks in no small part to the strength Professor Anakin had added to her shields. And he hadn't thrown her out of the school for using her powers on Chuck, so that lightened her mood as well. (And she hadn't listened to the radio and heard herself referred to as having a weird kink about doors.) She decided to test her shielding by venturing into the common room. Someone had left the TV on, and she found herself mesmerized by what was on, a strange show featuring a scruffy madman who had somehow schemed to turn the woman he loved into a mummy. He was currently fondling her bandage-wrapped form while her sister debated how to rescue her.

[ooc: No, really, I checked TV Guide, that's what's on right now.]

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Lawn of the Dorms | Late, Late, Late Night (2am EST)

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]