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Karla had let her pick the place for where the healing was supposed to take place and, while her hotel room had the advantage of privacy, Zack wasn't the only one of them who wanted to be out amongst nature for as long as possible before heading back to Midgar.

So Ino had picked her old garden, the one that she'd planted ages ago, behind the stables.

She arrived early, making sure to get there before Karla did, and took her time wandering through the trees, eating a few chocolate cherries off the chocolate cherry tree and inspecting the pillow tree and the blanket tree (and thinking about that period of a few months, back then, that she and Zack had camped out here, since he couldn't bear to leave Angeal's sword in the locker) and all of the plants that she still considered hers in some way, despite the fact that it had been five years and counting since she'd seen them all.

They were still alive. Thriving, even.

Ino found that comforting.

[Expecting one, but totally open!]
[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com
Another week, another Reserves meeting! Do try to contain your excitement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the Valentine's chocolate. It had to be.
glacial_queen: (Winter Coat)
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Karla had been surprised how easy it was to catch the little naked baby-things. Apparently, you only needed to stand outside with someone for a little while before attracting a horde to come and shoot arrows at you. After several near-misses, the leaders of the Magic Reserve had a number of them and a few ideas for today's meeting.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, jerking her thumb back at her shield, where the naked baby-things were milling about and pointing at the members of the reserves. They seemed quite good-natured about their captivity. "Today's activity is two-fold. The first thing we're going to do today is practice shielding. People are going to pair up and run from one side of the field to the other, trying to keep themselves and their partner from getting hit by an arrow, either by magic, ingenuity, or both. If you do get hit, the arrow won't hurt; instead, you'll find yourself madly in love for a few minutes, but it wears off quickly and we won't let you do anything stupid. That's a promise." Karla's mouth twisted a little. She really didn't like love potions, but at least with these little guys flying around, they'd all know what was wrong and why. "Which brings us to the second half of our meeting: dealing with friends when Fandom's whimsy affects their minds."

"It is probably best to make sure they are somewhere safe," Dolf tried. He was mostly lurking near Karla in hopes that that would help him stay out of the arrows' range. He was not fond of arrows. "Though sometimes that isn't possible. In that case you should probably keep them busy before they do something bad. This might sometimes be hard, so it is probably a good idea to talk about it, and to keep it in our heads at all times."

It wasn't strictly cowering what he was doing.

Tara wasn't cowering either, but the cupids got an askance look.

"And don't tease them about it, if they're sensitive," she suggested. "I get that it's tempting, but sometimes people just don't want to be reminded. Ever. I know it's tempting to film things, but I seriously think that's probably bad karma."

Even if it wasn't bad karma, it was still rude. Hilarious, but rude.

"Most of the time, people who are affected by Fandom don't try to do anything really crazy," Karla continued, "but people's feelings can be hurt or strain can be put on relationships and whatnot. An important thing to keep in mind is that those affected really aren't themselves and can't help it. Talking about things--either before or after an incident--may be very helpful, too. Open and honest communication usually is."

Glancing up at the shielded creatures, Karla nodded at the assembled members. "All right! Pair up and get ready to run!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, the hell with it. Hope you guys brought popcorn. You can, like... practice your throwing arm or something if you really have to."
puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
The Reserves had been handwavily notified to meet in the Danger Shop again today, and to wear warm clothes. When they arrived, they'd find the area set up to look exactly like their usual meeting area behind the dorms, right down to the coffee, hot chocolate, and snacks (except those were real).

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Open, if a little late!]
brat_inslayage: (Wary (Potential))
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
The reservists had been handwavily notified to meet in the Danger Shop this week, because the exercise was... something different. Behind where the leaders were standing was a field (that inexplicably had highway lines) that was constantly being hit by very large, very erratically-timed snowballs. Splat! Running across the field, between the highway lines, were intermittent packs of... very large rabbits. Hopping energetically.

"For the record, this was not really my idea," Kennedy felt the need to point out. "But today we're working on mobility, so you have to make it from one side of the playing field to the other without getting hit."

Any resemblance to a certain video game was beyond her; she wasn't a nerd.

Maladicta, at least, had no clue what this was in reference to. "With snowballs," she added slowly. "Are you certain this is an actual exercise?"

"It's not exactly what I was going for, but it works," Kennedy argued. "It's dodging things from multiple angles. It totally works."

Riiiight.

"We could at least make the rabbits more frightening," Maladicta grumbled, shooting Kennedy a look from beneath her umbrella. Stop being 'helpful', Maladicta. "But, if you're all ready, get to it. Dodgers."
[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com
Today's reserves meeting? Was so totally starting off indoors today. The leaders had set up a table with hot chocolate and hot coffee (the water had been heated in one of those convenient fireplaces that had appeared) in the lobby of the dorms. Because, really, who wanted to be out in that?

Crazy people, that was who!

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

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

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

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

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

Yes. He did pose when he said that. Would you expect any less?
brat_inslayage: (Guess We'll See (Get It Done))
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
Maaaaan, it had been a while since the Reserves had met like this, hadn't it? If anything that wasn't going to do anything but encourage Zack to peer curiously around the group, trying to see if he could spot any new faces. Sure, it was a little chilly out, but that was what the coffee was for. Really, he was kind of starting to see what Maladicta saw in the stuff!

"Hey, guys! Welcome to the first Reserves meeting of the new semester! You're probably all introduced half to death by now, right?" He took a mouthful of sweet, sweet coffee, and offered the group a grin. "Sorry, but we're going to make you do it one more time, for good measure."

Maladicta peered out from under her umbrella ella ella to give him an amused look. "We'll at least try our best to make it interesting for you to do for no doubt the twentieth time these past two weeks."

"Because this isn't class." Kennedy paused long enough to take a swig of her own coffee. "Not to say this isn't serious business. So, new kids, let's just give you the quick rundown. If you're here, we're assuming you wanna help out next time something ugly goes down and we need to kick some ass. So-- introductions this time? You kinda get to brag about yourself, 'cause we're interested in knowing what you can do."
puppy_fair: (Big yap)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
No more school for a few weeks could only mean one thing!

... Well, okay, for Zack it meant a few things. He had options, after all. He could take on some missions back home, but he was kind of iffy about that sort of thing after all of the excitement there last week. Or perhaps he could sneak back to at least take in the tree ceremony in Midgar, but even that kind of seemed like a bad idea right now. There were always things going on around here, though. Even if the relative peace and quiet seemed to be boring him out of his skull.

Clearly, on a Saturday morning with two weeks free from worry about classes, the best thing to do was to find himself a comfy place to sit, grab the remote control, and turn the TV to the most action-packed, violent show he could possibly find.

... Even if it meant that even the action movies were Christmas-themed right now.

[Open! Zack and I are totally in the same boat right now, sans mission trauma, so I'll be about all day being booored at you.]
puppy_fair: (Sideways Smile)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Hey, guys." Zack still looked a bit on the tired side as the reserves group gathered for their meeting today. But, considering he was on what looked to be his fourth cup of coffee since the leaders had arrived to set up, that probably wouldn't last long. "Crazy stuff last week, huh? I'm sorry I missed it, but I think we can all agree that taking it easy this week is the way to go, huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beat.

"Unless you're a bard."

Look, bards were useless even on the Disc.

[Open!]
puppy_fair: (Smooth)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Wasn't it refreshing to be having today's Reserves meeting outside? Outside in the sunshine, with the trees turning and the soft tickle of pollen on the breeze?

"Hey, guys!" Really, it wasn't possible for Zack to get much more antsy than he usually was, was it? "Today we're going to cover some more physical drills, working on hand-to-hand combat. There are plenty of techniques to choose from, from speed-based martial arts to strength-based grappling, and they all have their benefits. If you don't know your fighting style, that's fine! You can partner off and practise today, after Maladicta and Kennedy give us a quick demonstration!"

This couldn't possibly go wrong!

Of course not! Why would there be anything wrong with two girls demonstrating hand-to-hand combat techniques? Other than... oh dear. Was that mud on the ground in that only patch that was in the shade and therefore safe for Maladicta to, oh, do anything in?

"One of the most important things to remember is that there will always be someone stronger or more skilled than you," Maladicta said, taking off her jacket so it wouldn't get mussed. Even though, being a vampire, it would only serve to enhance the look. "Kennedy has more training than I have, for instance."

"And Maladicta's stronger than I am," added Kennedy, shrugging her hoodie off, and exercising an amazing amount of discretion in just leaving the explanation at that. "So she's got one kinda edge over me, I have another over her..." Wow, Kennedy, pick less picturesque prepositions. "Anyway, it's a whole thing."

She was all distracted, and words were all... evasive. "So screw the explanations, let's just go for it. Also, since this might get messy today?" She eyed the patch of mud. "Not that we're keeping score, but you might be, so bonus points to you if you partner up with someone for cleanup afterward. 'cause... fun."

Which meant this was the best time for Maladicta to tackle Kennedy into that mud. It ended up less 'graceful predator' and more 'Girls Gone Wild', unfortunately. Okay, not so unfortunate at all for most people watching.

And Zack... Zack was going to just stare.

"So, uh... get to it, guys?"

[Open!]
[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com
Yesterday had been so strange that Alexander felt the need to just sort of relax a little and find himself some nice distractions. He didn't typically watch a lot of television, but decided it was the sort of entertainment that might be called for after a day like the one before.

Of course, that was before he turned it on and started changing the channels to a horrible discovery. He didn't know if it was the television or what, but it seemed that every channel was playing nothing but musicals.

"That is not amusing, television," Alexander informed it with a frown, clicking the machine off.

He was just going to read a book instead.


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

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

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

She wasn't a dwarf after all.

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

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

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

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

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


[Open!]
brat_inslayage: (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: (Yuhhh-huh.)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
There was nothing at all awkward about this meeting today. Nope, nothing awkward at all. Even if Kennedy somehow managed to look everywhere but Maladicta's direction.

"So, everybody survived Parents' Weekend," Kennedy noted, scratching behind one ear. Nice choice of words there. Really. "Good to see, 'cause, uh... it was questionable there for a while. Family and guardian types can make you crazy, we get that. Like if they're not so down with you doing what you do, or kind of wigged out by some of your classmates just being who they are, or..."

Keep talking yourself into a hole there, Kennedy.

"Anyway, point being, we made it, right? That's good. But if it was a stressful weekend, we get that. So it's a decompression kind of day. Talk it out if you want to, figure out ways to keep from going crazy, all that fun stuff." Look, she hadn't exactly planned her part of the speech. Not because it was awkward or anything, though.

And Maladicta was staying on the other side of Zack for now. Just in case. "While it wasn't exactly an invasion like the piranha, I'm sure the appearance of family here can be about the same level of stress." Or more. Probably more! "But, like Kennedy said, today we'll be relaxing a bit after everything this weekend."

Even though Maladicta hadn't had any guests... Nevermind that now!

"We have coffee--" Sweet nectar of life. "--and biscuits from in town. Not made by anyone here." That last part couldn't be stressed enough.

"And," Zack added, a little weirded out by all of the awkwardness, but kind of terrified to ask what in the world it was all about, here, "there's a bunch of pool noodles here today, if any of you want to use them to smack some of your frustrations out against walls or trees or the gate or one another!"

He'd grabbed a pink one. It was perfectly manly, thank you.

[Open!]
brat_inslayage: (Guess We'll See (Get It Done))
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
When the reserves group gathered behind the dorms today, they'd notice that Zack and Kennedy had gone to the trouble of putting up quite the elaborate setup for the meeting today. It was a little too sunny for Maladicta, unfortunately, so the leadership was temporarily down to two. This, of course, wasn't about to stop them.

"Hey, guys! We're going to be doing some simple exercises to help with agility and surefootedness today! We've whipped up a little bit of an obstacle run to give you guys some practise." Zack grinned as he put his hands on his hips and looked over at the... well, actually, it was a bit of a mess, that they'd set up on the lawn. A bunch of garbage bags had been laid out end to end and soaked with water, and on top of them every now and then there sat tires of varying sizes. Like a slip-and-slide that seemed to exist just to send you tripping into things.

Which was totally safe, right?

Completely! If you asked Kennedy, anyway. However reassuring that might be.

She gestured with one arm at the obstacle course, which-- if you thought it resembled a giant pizza made of plastic and rubber, guess what had inspired the whole thing? "So hopefully you guys don't mind getting a little soaked, 'cause I think it might be inevitable today. Unless--" She arched an eyebrow, challenging. "Unless you're just that good, in which case, don't hog the course for people who need to work on it more. Oh, and no diving just to splash around, okay? It's not a Slip 'n' Slide."

No matter how much it resembled one.

"Keep playtime for sometime that isn't now. And try not to get hurt." Much.
puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Hey, guys!" Zack was in... what was possibly the best mood ever as people gathered behind the dorms for the weekly Reserves meeting and he passed out colored scarves in black and purple. "First off, I want to say good job to everyone who helped fight off those fish on Friday! You totally showed them all who was boss! Twice!" And the world might never know if he was being completely serious, or if he actually thought that he was being clever. "Today we're going to be doing a bit of team-building. Does everyone here know how to play Capture the Flag?"

If you didn't, he was going to look at you strangely.

"To practice teamwork," Maladicta added, giving Zack and his excessive cheer a look out of the corner of her eye. For someone who lived on caffeine, she really wasn't hyper enough to even attempt his level. "If you don't know what it is, we'll be splitting up into two groups based on the color you are assigned and work on defending your own flag while trying to steal the other teams."

And guess who snagged a black scarf. Go on. Guess.

It wasn't Kennedy; she'd snagged a purple one and tied it rakishly around her head like a headband. "Seriously, it's self-explanatory. Flag, capture, duh, right? It's not rocket science." Oh, god, nobody ask her to explain rocket science. Please. "So go, split up and do that thing."

She could've said more about working together, but like she'd ever been trained in that. Pssht.

[Open!]
endsthegame: (is coming up)
[personal profile] endsthegame
Ender had been inside during yesterday's attack, knowing full well there was little he could do except make trips downstairs to make sure support was well-organised. These invasions had a habit of taking care of themselves, though, and so he hadn't been too concerned-- using Ben's brief absence to rewatch some of the videos he'd been sent.

That hadn't been a smart idea. He'd gone back to his Formic research.

But now it was the-day-after, and he'd been awake for a larger chunk of the night than usual. So eventually he removed himself from his room and pottered into the common room, where he rifled through drawers until he'd come up with a stack of leftover sandwiches from yesterday.

They were sparsely topped - just cheese or ham or both - but there were many of them, so he left them sitting on the table in the middle of the room. He curled up on the couch, laptop on his legs, and worked.

[[ open! ]]
[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com
Today, the fourth floor common room was not, in fact, the fourth floor common room. It was, rather, the scene of a murder.

The deceased -- a rather unfortunate looking stuffed animal -- lay just there, behind the sofa.

The police were stumped. The police, they saw and they observed, but they did not use the little grey cells, mon ami.

The police had called in the most excellent services of the most excellent Belgian who had, it should be noted, the finest moustache in all of England.

Monsieur Hercule Poirot was on the case. He would solve the mystery, mais oui? But of course. The great Hercule Poirot never failed to apprehend the criminal.

(Today is Agatha Christie's 120th birthday. Therefore, George is now M. Hercule Poirot. Come and be interrogated over the dastardly murder! Or mistaken for a police officer, or the good captain Hastings! M. Poirot, he will prevail!)
[identity profile] inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com
Instead of the nearly usual coffee, there was a bend to the whims of the other leaders of the reserve and it was a large selection of mocha lattes. Yes, with a lot of whipped cream. Happy now, Zack?

"Welcome back," Maladicta said, under her umbrella ella ella once again as she addressed the group. "Today we're going to be talking about methods for escaping capture using whatever is available to you at the moment or your own natural abilities."

Like turning into the ever cliche bats!

Zack couldn't turn into bats, but he suspected that he'd totally find a way to escape capture if ever he was in a situation that warranted it. It would probably take him a while, depending on the situation, but sooner or later...

"It's really hard to say just what sort of capture you might face, on an island like this. But the simplest one for us to work with here and now would be the ever classic... Being tied up," Zack intoned, bouncing and smiling and yes, totally happy because his mocha had whipped cream and life was good and he was stupidly high on sugar. "Ropes and handcuffs and all of that!"

Oh, sure, bring up the natural abilities thing. Kennedy at least got to keep the annoyed look off her face by smothering an amused smirk at Zack. "Not like that, guys." Oh, you know someone was thinking it.

...someone other than Kennedy, because that was a given.

"Not like what?" Oh, Zack. You knew better, you silly boy. Stop playing dumb. "Aaaanyhow, today we've got some chairs set out, and some rope, and some handcuffs and stuff to experiment with. Pair off with someone and take turns tying one another to the chair, and trying to get free! Wriggling helps, I've heard! And, uh, if somebody is having trouble getting out, have a heart and let them go if they ask, okay? We're not here to traumatize anyone, just to get some practise in on the chance that we end up in some sticky situation."

Knowing Fandom, it could be literally sticky. But as someone who'd gotten tied to a chair not all that long ago herself, Kennedy spoke up, "And it's cool if you want to, uh, sit this one out today."

Maladicta was giving Zack a very concerned look for that last comment there, but was just going to ignore it for now. Square Enix sure was dirty! "If anyone has tips beside... wriggling... please feel free to share with your compatriots."
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Zack was doing that bouncing thing again. This probably wouldn't come as a surprise to anybody who had been here even just last week, right? Zack bounced. Birds flew. Fandom was weird. Life went on. But today, he was doing that bouncing thing with a small stack of notepads in his arms, and a few pens sticking out of his pockets.

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

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

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

"Hey!"

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

Like a lurker.

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

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

[You know the drill! Reserve meetings are open to all! Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] inneedofcoffee and [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining]
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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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Well, that was it for another term of workshops, then, and now there was a week to look forward to not a heck of a lot of anything at all.

Zack, of course, was going to kick that off by attempting to get in touch with the Director back in Midgar, to see if there was any important work for him yet. That phone call was met with no answer from Lazard, and so little success. That idea having fallen through, Zack decided to default straight to... Plan B.

...

The view of the clouds was way more awesome from the roof than it was down on the ground! And, in a rare moment of something not unlike planning ahead, Zack had even brought lemonade.

Now he was all set for whatever break week could throw at him, oh yes.

[Open roof, open post! Hi!]
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Fear not, intrepid reservists, the cookies were back this week-- and a variety case or two of Vitamin Water, because dehydration was bad, mmmkay? The latter was courtesy of Kennedy, who looked like she’d put in a strenuous day already and was notably sans guinea pig, who’d been comfortably put up in the dorms since yesterday with plenty of water and food because someone’s Watcher had finally gotten the story of what’d happened in Bon Temps and ramped up the training agenda kind of brutally this week. She didn’t look tired, exactly, just... okay, a little bit tired.

“Last meeting of the term,” she noted with a creased-brow thinky-thoughts sort of expression and a touch of surprise. “Really snuck up on us, huh? We thought we’d sort of do a wrap-up thing this week, since it’s been kind of, uh... hectic lately, plus, finals. No big, just getting your thoughts on stuff you’d like to work on more for the fall semester, seeing if anyone wants to volunteer to do a show-and-tell kind of thing for everybody, stuff like that.”

“Talk about things that you were hoping to see while you were here, if there’s anything we missed out on, if there’s anything that we could have done better,” Zack twitched a wry little grin at that part. There was no way that you could possibly improve on the Katamari, okay? That had been awesome. “We’ll probably touch on things like map-making and stuff like that again next semester, because so many people have come and gone since the start of summer, it can’t hurt to get everyone better acquainted to the island again.”

Particularly in instances when large portions of the island happened to go missing, and people were stuck trying to get a positive ID on what was left.

“When you’re done talking, take it easy. Grab a partner and spar, or just run through your usual training exercises, or whatever you like. Keep an eye on one another, see if there’s anywhere that the people around you can help you along, or offer help if it looks like somebody is struggling. In the end, we’re all here to improve, right?”

“Or at least learn how not to suck,” Jak added. Look, he’d become comfortable with the fact that his role here was to point out the obvious crap Kennedy and Zack tended to forget. “If you don’t know how to shoot a gun, find someone who can shoot a gun. If you don’t know how to kick someone in the ass, find someone who does that. This isn’t difficult. You’ve all been in dangerous situations before, and I bet you’ve all sucked in them somehow. Taking care of that is what we’re supposed to do here.”

Life lessons from the mutant guy from Haven, kids. Listen good.

[OCD coming up, post is open!]
[identity profile] unborn-renegade.livejournal.com
When the reservists met behind the dorms that afternoon, there was a conspicuous absence of a Kennedy, a conspicuous offness of a Zack, and, just to seal the bit where this was a meeting vastly out of the ordinary, a Jak up front. "So we, uh, got attacked last week," Jak began. For possibly the first time, he looked utterly out of his depth. "And we kicked some pretty good ass."

There was a slight silence, as if he expected someone to interrupt him at any moment. When it didn't happen, he continued.

"But next time anything like these guys shows up, we might have to kick even more ass. Maybe we didn't do it in the right way, maybe in some places we weren't organised enough. If you have something to bit-- share about what went, uh, wrong last week, step up and let us know."

Another one of those silences. Still, nobody interrupted.

"And it's probably a good idea to share ass-kicking stories. You might learn something. Good work working together on the asskicking," especially considering Jak's contribution had been to run off after the meeting and spend the entire weekend shooting things all by himself afterwards, "Keep up the teamwork, and, uh. Discuss. C'mon. You've all got to know better ways to blow stuff up than we used this time."

Inspiring, Jak. Inspiring.

"Or," Zack added, speaking up mostly because he was in no hurry to see the island go up in flames after any Jak speech in particular, "to take things down."

"Yeah. Sure. If you want them to get back up," said Jak. Dubiously. More than a little. With a slight undertone of 'don't be a wimp'. "But you heard us. Get chatting."
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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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The area behind the dorms looked like a trashnado (that’d be a tornado made of trash) had swept through it: items ranging in size from beads to pencils to furniture and even a few fallen logs were strewn all over the place. Lined up near the group’s assembly area was a small collection of lumpy-looking balls big enough that if you wanted to roll one of them around (why would you want to do that?) you’d need both hands to push. Yes, it was weird, but if it was any consolation there were cookies. Of course there were cookies. This year, it wouldn’t be a reserves meeting without cookies. And -- for some possibly unknown reason -- Skittles. A lot of Skittles. And dorky hats for anyone who wanted one.

...when it came to the Skittles, Kennedy would probably smirk a lot and tell you to taste the rainbow, because she thought she was clever. As for the hats, she had nothing.

“So hopefully you guys are keeping up with training outside of meetings, but last week was stealth,” she began with a mildly odd look; it had been a creative interpretation of the exercise, hadn’t it? “This week we’re doing a strength training exercise.”

“Those ball things there,” Zack said, nodding toward the brightly-colored lumpy things, “stick to anything that’s smaller than they are, and they make that small stuff sticky, too. And as the ball grows bigger, bigger things will stick to it, so long as they’re still smaller than the junkball! So, if you were to roll them around and run over maybe a bucket or a bunch of thumbtacks or a cat, they’d stick!” There was a moment’s pause while Zack went back and thought about all of the words that he’d just said. “Don’t run over any cats.”

“Or small animals in general,” Kennedy added. “Please.”

Jak peered at both of them curiously. “Unless it seems like fun,” he added. No, Jak. No. “You never know when you’re going to wind up fighting something that’s the size of a small dog.” Life lessons from Haven, ladies and gentlemen. Listen carefully.

[Open!]
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Once again the reserves members had been handwavily notified that the meeting would be in the Danger Shop, but did that mean the traditional snacks would be forgotten? Of course not.

Of course there were cookies -- a lot of them seemed to have cherries in them, for some reason, and others had various fruit-jelly fillings as well. There was also a small pile of tubes of Spree, courtesy of Kennedy, who was grateful not to be a hedgehog this week but also more than a little eager to get rid of some of the source of yesterday’s sugar hangover.

“So we--” because she’d been here too, watching, shut up-- “did some footwork and coordination stuff last week, right? This week we’re gonna try and work on being sneaky, a little.” Kennedy waved a hand around the Danger Shop. “So you guys get to run a maze.”

“The maze isn’t really the sneaky part, though,” Zack added, perking up as he stuffed a couple of Spree tubes into his pockets. You guys totally didn’t see that. Honest. “The maze is all about finding your way through unfamiliar terrain, or something like that. The sneaky part is that there are ghosts in the maze, and they’re hungry.

Fear.

“Also I think they have names, but anyway.” Kennedy was not pocketing any candy, thank you. “Don’t worry, they’re sorta goofy-looking ghosts. Like bedsheet-over-your-head type, so no trauma. Anyway.” She waved a hand. “Go. Maze it up. Try not to get fake-eaten.”

And for the love of everything, don’t ask about that ‘waka-waka-waka’ sound.

[OCD on the way up! Open!]
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Alexander was covered in mud and he was probably enjoying it far more than he should have.

After his class, he had headed back to camp with the intention of showering and cleaning himself up, but, in the transit of squishing, muddy steps, he started to think that perhaps the dirt and drying mud didn't need to disappear quite yet. If it weren't for the squishy boots, he'd probably forget the mud was there at all.

That certainly seemed the case, anyway, since, when he sat down with the intention of taking off his boots and his muddy jerkin before going inside, he felt the sun drying it on his skin, and it felt good, it felt comfortable. It felt like what he was used to, working hard on Manannan's estate and lucky to have a bath every month. He wound up closing his eyes, and stealing a few private moments for Gwydion, Alexander and all his princely trappings forgotten for just as long as it took for the mud to dry.


[[ open campfire is open! ]]
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Once again, it was a Danger Shop day for those who were gathering for the reserves. Reservists would probably notice that they were down to two leaders once again this week, but it would appear that they had swapped out the pretty one for the one with the facial hair and the floppy ears. Zack, for his part, just seemed pleased to be in the company of people at all. Which was nothing new, because, seriously. It was Zack. And being happy to be in the company of other people totally beat out the urge to giggle like an idiot after hearing that their third leader had been turned into a wee bitty hedgehog.

The other thing that they would notice was that the layout didn't really seem to be like anything on the island. Through the doors of the Danger Shop, they would be faced with a large body of deep, murky water, crisscrossed with wooden-plank walkways that seemed to be in a horrible state of disrepair. That fact didn't seem to bother Zack, either.

"Hey, guys! We're doing exercises in balance and speed and surefootedness today!" Zack paused, mouthing 'surefootedness' to himself for a moment as if trying to figure out if that was even really a word. "... Yeah! So! We've got these walkways and stuff, and over at the end of the walkway, which is kind of a maze on its own, is our cookie table!"

Yes. Horror of horror, they were making people earn their cookies today.

"So the point is to get to the other side of the walkways and eat Zack's cookies," said Jak, completely redundantly. There was a short pause, as he glanced around the group, and then promptly realised that he was saying things that were a little redundant, and it would be best if he turned to his own niche of reserve leadering to further fill up the silence. "And try not to fall off and drown," he said, smoothly, "Or die horribly some other way." By... snagging their feet on a loose screw or something.

He shot Zack a quick look, as if waiting for some fountain of wisdom to spill out (or, knowing Jak, just plain 'okay, are we done now?'). "...First one there," he added, awkwardly, "Gets all the best cookies." Beat. "Now what are you waiting for?"

[OCD coming up and open to all!]
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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.”

[OCD coming up and this post is open!]
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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.]
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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."
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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! )

[Open!]
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Okay, so today had admittedly not been the most productive day that Zack had ever had. He'd skipped work today after having the meaning of Memorial Day explained to him by the gym teacher, and then he'd handwavily headed down to the graveyard. Angeal wasn't there, no, but it was about as close as he was going to get, and the time to just sit quietly and pay his respects had been good for him.

Now, to wrap the day up, he'd grabbed some marshmallows, bars of chocolate, and graham crackers, and he was working on getting a decently sized fire going.

Okay, so Zack's idea of a 'decently sized' fire was possibly not what most sane people considered to be one. He'd heaped the logs on kind of ridiculously high, and then he'd lit that sucker with a Fira spell. The result had singed his eyebrows a little at first, but hey, all the better for making s'mores, right?

... Once he blew out the marshmallow fire.

[Open!]
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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."
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"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.

[Open!]
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When the group had gathered today for the weekly reserves meeting, they'd probably notice the distinct lack of Arthur. And of Leto, for that matter. Zack had been sitting on the sidelines as he watched people gather, his sword in one hand and his gaze occasionally flicking toward it before, finally, he decided it was time to get started. The sword got a twirl before it went onto his back, and he stepped out in front of the group.

"So, is everybody here, now? Some of you guys are rookies, right?" It was a new semester, and there had been so many new kids on the weekend, it only stood to reason that there would be new faces, either because people had passed on the fact that the group existed at all, or because they'd wandered past and stopped to see what was going on. Or, at least, that was the hope. "Before I get started with today's activity, then, I have just one piece of advice." A beat, and then he shook his head. "No, an order."

He fell quiet, reaching for the sword at his back, holding it up in the air for a moment for everyone to see, and then pressing it against his forehead. He sighed. He smiled. And then he lowered it again.

"Embrace your dreams. And, whatever happens, protect your honor. Got it?" He looked over the group one more time. "No matter what happens this year, we're all getting out of it alive, you hear me?" The sword was hoisted up again, like some sort of beacon for all to see, before Zack returned it to his back, and seemed to snap out of whatever 'dreams and honor' daze he'd managed to drift away into.

"Because it's a new term, and we're likely to have some new faces, we're going to start with introductions again. Just your names and what sort of tactical experience and weapons specialty you've got. I'm Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. Elite military, in Midgar, and my weapon is... Well, I'm sure you've figured it out. While you're at it, feel free to swap contact information, in case something does happen around here and we need to get in contact with fighters in a hurry. Talk about the invasions that you've been through here, let the rookies know what to expect here on Fandom Island, and what was done to fend them off. Today is just another day for finding our footing, and I'll try to get you guys into the heavy stuff next week. For now, you have your discussion topics. Let's go."

[Open to all! For those new around here, this would be the weekly meeting of Fandom's military reserve! Anybody with an interest in protecting the island is welcome to show up to these meetings! There's also a group for people with powers, and one for support services on other days of the week, but they're out of my jurisdiction- Totally worth keeping an eye open for, though!]
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Zack looked way more at ease with the world at large than he did last week. And he was totally going to blame the weekend, yes, chocobo and all.

"Hey, guys! I don't know how many of you are going to be sticking around for more of these meetings this summer now that class is over, but considering the last few weekends, I figure we should probably cover this topic regardless." A little grin. "Weirdness, right? It happens. One weekend, you might not be you at all, and the next you might be a parent, and the weekend after that you could be the wrong gender or five years old or a puppy."

... He actually kinda liked being a puppy.

"But what do we do if something worse happens, at the same time? What if half of us are babysitting our future kids, or are kids, when alligators that puke flying shark-toothed goldfish show up? Who's going to do the fighting? Maybe it won't even be a problem, on the weekends where everyone turns into somebody else, but when there are more people than usual to keep safe, how are we going to juggle that?"

"This may be a topic you'll wish to speak to the magic reserves about as well," Arthur continued, "Nevermind support. Of course, there are only limitd things we can do; I'd suggest leaving up notes for yourself if you've changed, something which I believe support has already covered. In terms of actual fighting..."

Beat.

"How capable are any of you of remembering how, let alone acting on it if any of these matters occur?"

"Be sure to take some extra cookies today if you guys are leaving soon," Zack added, absolutely shamelessly. "And even if you aren't. There's never a bad time for cookies."

[Open!]
puppy_fair: (Determined)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Last one of these before the break," Zack mused, stepping in front of the group as they gathered behind the dorms today. "And so today, I want us to do something a little different."

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking over the group with only a fraction of a smile on his lips. "We're not the only reserve group on the island. There's a group for people with powers, and another for those who provide support like first-aid and food to us while we're in an emergency situation. So, today I want us to talk about what it is that both of those groups do that we, as physical fighters, can benefit from. And, in turn, I want ideas about the things that we can do in order to make their efforts run more smoothly. We don't want to be tripping on each other. We just want to see a threat and eliminate it in the most efficient way possible, and teamwork is what's going to get that accomplished."

Arthur gave Zack a quick nod. "There are many avenues in which they can be useful," he said. "The support group already helps us facilitate communication by phone, for example, and tends to our wounded. Likewise, there are spells and abilities that can help us improve our performance in battle."

He... didn't mean for that to sound like a Cialis advert. Honest.

"We've done this exercise before, but I'd like to underscore its importance. Find magic and support members. Talk to them. This is the only way we can find our common ground efficiently."

"Some of us are members of more than one group," Zack added as a final note. "You guys have the advantage here, clearly. The rest of you, powers or no, don't be afraid to swing by one of the other groups this week to see what it is that they're about."

[Open!]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]
[personal profile] bitchprince
"During the attack two weeks ago, we found ourselves relying on our fellows," Arthur began, peering around the reserves. "It can be safer to go out in teams of two or three, especially when our vision is limited and larger groups might become unwielding. We have spent a lot of time training ourselves individually, but it is small groups that will have our attention today."

He gestured at the group. "I'd like you to find a partner or two. Discuss your skills or powers, and determine whether or not they compliment each other. Practice combinations of individual skills wherever possible. We won't get you all up to anticipating each other's movements in one session, but it will be a start."

A beat.

"If possible, try to meet up and do the same several times this week," he said, "If nothing else, it has become obvious we are strongly in need of small teams used to working with each other."

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]
puppy_fair: (Crying)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Zack was putting one foot in front of the other on his way across the causeway. There was no thought involved in this, only motion, only the one-two rhythm of his legs working, of the soles of his boots hitting the ground ahead of him again and again in quick, steady succession. He walked. Across the causeway, across the island. Back toward the dorms. He walked.

There was a weight on his back. Habit informed Zack's feet that when there was weight like that, then they were going to have to steer the rest of Zack this way before he could go that way, and so Zack's feet did just that. And, once they reached one doorway in particular, Zack's feet ever-so-helpfully notified Zack's hand that now it was time to reach backward, to close around the hilt of the sword that was resting there, because it was time to put it away.

That was about the point that Zack's brain informed Zack's eyes that it was time to look around. First at the door that they, the whole amalgamation of parts that was Zack, were standing in front of. It took Zack's eyes a minute to successfully relay to his brain that they were standing at the weapons locker.

With a blank expression on his face as he worked on turning the sum of his parts back into one cohesive unit all over again, Zack then turned his gaze to his sword. It wasn't the sword that he usually carried with him. It was larger, heavier. In some haze a million miles away, the side of his face ached and his chest hitched and he was choking down another hiccup of a sob as the situation caught up with him.

He was about to turn the Buster Sword over to the weapons locker.

He was about to turn Angeal's sword over to the weapons locker.

And that was when Zack and all of his codependently functioning parts all sagged to the ground at once. And right there was probably where he would stay for a while, with a sword that was nearly the same size as he was resting in his lap, eyes fixed on the weapon and his mind lost in a haze, screaming silent defiance in his head somewhere a million miles away.

He couldn't do this.

[Open, if anyone wants. Fair warning, threads with Zack aren't liable to be particularly sunshiney for a little while.]
puppy_fair: (Default)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Arthur had a distinct bandage attached to the side of his head, if anyone was paying attention: he certainly was choosing to ignore it. "Good afternoon, reservists," he began, "I'm glad to see all of you back onto your feet today. I think by now it's customary to consider our performance after an event such as last week's." A beat. "To help us in this endeavour, I've let Zack serve the cookies this time."

Oh, and you better believe that this week when it came to tackling down the businesses in town for cookies, Zack had totally delivered. Chocolate chip, peanut butter, sugar cookies that kinda looked like colorful eggs for reasons that Zack couldn't figure out for the life of him, and Oreos. The Oreos were pretty much mandatory.

"Help yourselves," Zack all but chirped. Somebody was still giddy after that fight with godzilla (nee GODZILLA), and was quite possibly just barely refraining from bouncing. "And then talk about what we did right, and what we could have all done better over the week, and what we can do to keep things like that from happening again."
[identity profile] bamf-tastic.livejournal.com


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By the door in the lobby was still a box of gas masks that had been there since Thursday and a clipboard for signing them out. The poster about them was on the wall. At some point, Francine had stopped by and refilled the plate of butterscotch morsel cookies.

Also on the wall was a much cruder, plainer sign that Kurt had taped there.

Today, Kurt was clinging to the ceiling while he watched TV. He wasn't about to turn off the image inducer just yet, but if he was advertising some of his powers, it didn't make sense to hide the others, right? He started amusing himself by trying to figure out the minimum amount of skin contact he could maintain with the ceiling without falling off.

[OOC: Feel free to sign out a gas mask, or just mod having taken one. Also feel free to snag Kurt for transportation.]
[personal profile] bitchprince
Arthur couldn't see.

After an excellent morning spent with two insane madmen (if you could call either of them men), this was exactly what he needed right when he was planning to arrange the start of something that would hopefully let him blow off steam (and let's not talk about where the child was right now, shall we?).

He had absolutely no idea where he was about five minutes into trying to get to the usual spot. Sane people would have given up by now (and most of the reserves no doubtedly had), but he was Arthur fucking Pendragon.

He didn't do that sort of thing.

[[ arthur is here for one, but open if you want to have your character stumbling around looking for the reserves meeting ]]
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[personal profile] raspberryturk
"Today, we're going to be speaking a bit more on the various invasions we've handled these past few years," Arthur began, "And for that purpose, I've invited Reno over to cover the ones he suffered through that most of you didn't." You know. FYI. He crossed his arms. "Many of us remember the vampires," he continued, "Slightly less of us remember the zombies. Fandom likes to keep us on our toes by bringing different kinds of invaders to our shores. Next week, at a yet to be specified time, we will commence a battle drill to practice. This week, we study the past one last time."

He nodded at his compatriots.

Reno gave a quick nod. )

[Open!]
[personal profile] bitchprince
It had been quite a while since the last time Arthur had faced off with Zack, and if he were perfectly honest, he was in fact curious to see how much the boy had improved. Aside from his other concerns where Zack came into the picture; it was also a shallow excuse to check up on his state of mind.

Arthur came into the salle with his newly-recovered favourite sword in hand, earlier than he'd settled with Zack. After the whole mess with Jacob, he could use a few drills with it to get some of his aggression out, so...

There would be a blond knight on the mat, going through his forms with ruthless efficiency.

[[ primarily for the puppy, but open to all in general for salle use or Arthur abuse ]]

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