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It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high.

Not that he'd admit it.

They were packed and ready: Arthur had his dog and his horses, Merlin had his owl. Several bags strapped to each of the horses, enough food for the trip home, if they wound up anywhere near where he and Merlin had gotten thrown off course the first time around.

Arthur didn't give the castle as much as a passing glance. But he had put out a few messages to anyone who might care to see him leave, and advised Morgana and Merlin to do the same.

Today, they would try to go home -- and dammit, they would succeed. He couldn't think anything less if he was going to take this path.

[[ open. not, in fact, the last post of the camelot kids in fandom, but probably a, if not the last chance to make your goodbyes to the lot all in one place. so have at! ]]

thatsamilkshake

Today, Support was back at its old stomping grounds, but just outside the picnic shelters, on the grass. Blankets had been laid out for lounging, and a variety of sammiches, sodas, and crunchy snacks were available at one of the picnic tables.

Against one post of the shelter, a portable movie screen had been set up for easy viewing by regular Support members or anybody who wanted to wander by and have a seat.

"We know you guys are all getting ready for Finals Week," said Francine, fiddling with the lid on a can of Pringles. "So we thought we'd go with something light that can still give us stuff to think about in terms of being the backup team: A Wendy The Werewolf Stalker marathon! Wendy kicks almost -- but not quite -- as much butt as Bitterwoman, but she doesn't do it alone. She can always count on her friends the Blankies for comfort, security, and random buttkicking assists. So sit down, grab some snacks, and keep an eye on the stuff that other people take care of for Wendy.

Especially the hot English bookstore owner." Pause. Cough. "For research purposes, people!"

[Open!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

As nice as the weather was, Morgana was hoping that the heat wouldn't damage the cake that Francine had made. Of course, if anything started happening to the frosting, she supposed they could simply eat more of it faster. Oh, what a shame that would be, really.

"This week, Francine and I wanted to take a chance to thank all of you for your efforts last week. Whether it was fighting, or researching, or even simply making sure people had masks when they left the dorms, everyone did a wonderful job in keeping others safe, and we wanted you to know that it didn't go unnoticed, and that we appreciate everything you all did. Therefore, you all get cake. Enjoy!" She certainly would be, once everyone else had taken a piece.

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Now this was weather the girls could get used to. It was sunny and warm but not too hot, and that meant everything was perfect for today's meeting.

"We have a little something special planned for today," Morgana said, once it looked like everyone had arrived. "Sometimes, when it comes to being supportive, the people we have to help the most are ourselves. Dinah is here today to show us one example of how we can do that."

thatsamilkshake

Since the weather was in fact halfway decent (if looking a bit like rain in the near future), the meeting had been moved back to the picnic shelters at the park, and Francine and ~~probably OMG~~ Morgana could be found surrounded by... er. Scones. Also coffee and J,GoB-provided doughnuts, but the scones were homemade. Just, um. Something Francine had to try.

"I know you guys who hop around to all the meetings have seen this before on Tuesday," Francine said, "because the fighters were talking about what to do if someone you know turns into somebody else who causes trouble: how do you stop them without hurting your friend. What we should look at, though, is what can we do in advance to make things as easy as possible on ourselves and everybody else when we wake up as somebody -- or something -- else? Leave ourselves messages? Make sure our friends know stuff to tell whoever we end up being? Hide things we don't want someone else in our body finding? Let's talk about that."

[OOC: Open!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

There was a boy fidgeting with his button up shirt right in front of Pizza Planet. It kept him from worrying if maybe he should have gone with the Outback Steakhouse. The Mexican sounded cool too, but he didn't know if Morgana liked spicey and if there was one food that represented this time, it should be pizza. Even if steak was yummy and filling.

He moved on to making sure his hair wasn't sticking in all directions a moment later when the fidgeting reminded him that he really should have brought some more fancy clothes. Not that the black shirt on the jeans didn't work, but this was the most fancy he'd got and maybe he should have gone to do some clothes shopping. Ugh, he hated clothes shopping.

And hopefully Morgana wouldn't be much longer, or he'd start wondering if he should have gotten his hair cut. (Not that there was much to cut.)

[For the date, obviously, but Pizza Planet is always open for your pizza needs. OMG, I'm hungry.]

Current Mood: nervous

bitchprince

"Good afternoon," Arthur began, scraping his throat aloud, "And welcome to this meeting of the military reserves. Glad you could join us here down at the Rocky Bits. Today, we will abandon talk of theory and see about how well you all work out in practice. The Rocky Bits are one of the most troubling of physical challenges on the island, but sometimes there may be a need to hide in them, or cross over them. Today, we will explore the best ways to do so."

"There's plenty to keep an eye open for, here," Zack shared, his hands on his hips and looking as chipper as ever. "Cracks in the stones that you might never see coming, sudden drops, and things like that. If you aren't familiar with the area yet, then be sure to go slow and to pay attention to where your feet are going."

Zack was not one to follow his own advice, in this regard.

"As per usual, you are allowed to form teams of two, even three," Arthur continued, "If simply to make sure that if anyone gets injured, they make it back. Watch your step. Normally, it would be best to go around the rocks, but I think we've all learned that normally doesn't apply in this place."

"There are some nifty drop-offs over that way," Zack shared, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I mean, if you're comfortable with the relatively flat terrain and you want a bit more of a challenge. But you guys have to be extra careful if you do head over there, okay?"

"Zack will have potions," Arthur added, dryly. "If you fail."

"So!" Zack clapped his hands once, pleased as punch with the activity for today, and well-stocked on potions, yes. "What are you guys waiting for? There are rocks to explore!"

[[ open! ]]

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Having had her fun with the gremlins yesterday, Morgana had agreed to set up the Support Services station today, in case anyone needed first aid or supplies. It felt a little strange to be working out of Caritas of all places, but a safe spot was a safe spot so she wasn't going to complain.

[OCD is up! Like yesterday, anyone who wants to help with the band-aiding and food-handing-out is welcome. Your regularly scheduled Caritas post will be up in the evening.]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Yes, there was an E in there again - it was getting chilly outside and Morgana had a feeling that after the past week, chocolate and whipped cream-laden drinks might help everyone's moods.

"If there is a lesson to be taken away from the last week, it's that sometimes the people our friends need to be rescued from the most is themselves," Morgana started, doing her best not to look at Arthur ~~if he was there~~. "Whether it is a gremlin bite or the island affecting people, sometimes our friends go mad, and nothing can cure them but simply waiting for the effect to wear off. The problem is, if we leave people to fend for themselves, they could, in the best case, do something terribly embarrassing or, in the worst case, hurt themselves, and possibly others in the process. The question we have today is: how can we best keep our friends safe when they're out of their minds? Is it all right to lock someone in their room? To bind them to their bed if necessary?" Now she really wasn't looking at Arthur. "Should we get consent about these things beforehand, or can it be assumed that if someone comes to their senses and finds themselves bound and protected, they will forgive those who caught them for saving them from potential trouble?"

glacial_queen

Karla walked, yes walked, into the Church. God, it felt so GOOD to be free from those annoying and painful braces, free to finally move around with grace and freedom. It was a miracle, an honest and true miracle, that had freed her from the dreaded injuries that had made her unable to walk unaided.

And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.

The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.

She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.

Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.

atreideslioness

"You're back," Ghanima said. "Fantastic."

"My back is fantastic," Tyler deadpanned. "Thanks for noticing."

"I'll take away your sugar," she threatened. "People are here to hit things, not flatter your ego."

"Never would have known," Tyler grumbled. "All right. Hitting things. Those two, those two, bandage boy and anger management, and ... you pick the last few."

"Professor Sun, if you'll indulge me," Ghanima replied with a nod before rattling off the last few names. "Let's go."

| Arrive & Mingle | Training & Beginners | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Organizers | OOC |

[ocd up!]

thatsamilkshake

Francine had sent out an e-mail ~~of handwavey~~ to the members after Ethics yesterday, and called ahead to the Perk to make sure there was room to accommodate the group.

Now she could be found at the table nearest the door, a bottle in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other, droid-baby hanging out in the sling around her shoulders. "Hey, guys. Since it's getting a little cold out there for a baby, even a fake robot one, we figured we should move this someplace warmer. Since some of us were up at four o'clock in the morning, someplace warmer has coffee."

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: cheerful

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

"So it seems that we had a bit of a vegetable problem this week," Morgana said, snickering a bit at the memory. Hindsight had a way of making things seem much less frightening. "The lesson here, we believe, is that even the most innocent objects on the island could be turned into weapons or enemies if we are not watchful. Perhaps it might be a good idea to think of other things that seem innocent, but that could turn deadly? Is there anything we can do to prepare ourselves for strange and unexpected attacks? Besides helping others be armed at all times, at least.

thatsamilkshake

"Everybody seemed to be into writing advice for people on the bathroom walls this week," Francine said with the most innocent look you could possibly see -- and a gold earring with a star dangling from it in each ear.

"And the warning signs went over well too, so we thought it might be a good idea to keep going on that theme and come up with a brochure to hand out to new students when they arrive, telling them the things they really need to know! We know the administration wants to keep us safe, but sometimes they miss out on the small stuff - and sometimes the small stuff isn't really small at all."

[OOC: Open!]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

As people arrived to the tables in the picnic area, they might have noticed that in addition to the usual snacks and drinks, there were markers, colored pencils, and pieces of paper waiting to be used.

"Good afternoon," Morgana said, once everyone had gotten settled. "We've all given a great deal of thought to potential Fandom-specific issues - what to do when you wake up a different gender, how to deal with friends being turned into animals, etc. - and while that means that we are well-prepared, we thought that perhaps it would useful to try to ensure that others are at least thinking about these things as well. What we would like to do today is make safety posters for Fandom, to hang up in the dorms and perhaps in the town as well." She hadn't known what Francine was talking about at first, but once she'd seen a few, she found them rather helpfully amusing. "I believe we have enough supplies for everyone, whenever you all would like to begin."

thatsamilkshake

Francine didn't have classes on Friday, which meant she had all morning to bake. This time it was stuff she could just layer out in a pan and cut up, though, so the food table was covered with lemon squares, rice krispy treats, and raspberry-oatmeal bars.

She might still have been licking marshmallow off her fingers when it came time to climb up on a non-food table and say, "I bet you're tired of hearing 'I see you survived your relatives visiting!' If only because duh, since you're not dead."

"You might have spent the weekend trying to hide all the wacky that is Fandom from them, or getting them used to it or just--" Cough. "Working up the courage to tell them, but at least they didn't have to find out the hard way, by something trying to take over the island or eat us all in our sleep while they were here."

"We've been lucky about that, but we can't count on staying lucky. What if something big and bad happened while our parents were here, or even worse, our kids? Um. Our possible future kids for anybody who wasn't here this spring. We should have plans in place to deal with keeping the really ~~n00bish~~ defenseless people safe while the other folks are off fighting the bad guys."

[OOC: Open like my lunch now that I finally have this posted!]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon," Morgana said, once everyone had arrived. If she wasn't making eye contact with some of the girls, she simply couldn't help it. "I hope you all managed to get through the most recent...strangeness without too much complication." Or embarrassment. Stupid boy bodies. "Today, we thought we'd practice teamwork and communication with a game. Being able to communicate without speaking is a skill worth refining, and since we haven't played Charades in a while, we thought some of you might be new to it. If you already know what to do, you'll have a good advantage."

thatsamilkshake

Francine, looking slightly annoyed as she perched on the table and crumbled bits of Apple Brown Betty in her fingers? Neverrrr.

"So Professor Skywalker brought up something in ethics that I think can apply to us," she said, standing up and brushing off her shorts. "He said heroes need people like us to stop them from being idiots. More or less. We can probably expand that to 'everybody needs their friends to stop them from being idiots at some point.'"

"If you're not from the here and now you may not have heard of this, but we've got this thing called a Designated Driver. When people go out to drink together, one of them volunteers to stay sober so there'll be somebody to get them home safe. I think we can try to be that for each other when it comes to stuff that happens on the island.

"We may not be able to designate somebody in advance to ...not be a dumbass, but we can at least think about what to do when that happens, right? Sooner or later we're all gonna have to be have to be the one to convince our drunk, stupid, bleeding, gremlin-bitten friend that streaking or going back into the battle or challenging Principal Zoe to a shootout is the Not The Best Idea Ever."

[OOC: open and smurf-less!]

Current Mood: sigh

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

With no syrup rain to deal with this week, the girls were back at their usual spot, at the picnic tables at the front of the main shelter.

"Good afternoon," Morgana said cheerfully. "Thank you all for coming today. We've been looking forward to starting things up again. For those of you who we haven't met yet, I am Morgana, and this is Francine. Our goal here is to support the students when trouble arises, by assisting those who choose to fight and really doing whatever else is necessary. If you are new, please introduce yourselves, because we would like to get to know you. I also thought that perhaps we could take suggestions for future meetings this week. Is there anything you all think we should learn? The CPR demonstration went well, so perhaps there are more things we should do such as that?"

[OCD is miraculously up! *pokes LJ with a stick*]

thatsamilkshake

"I hope everybody had a.. um. Relaxing Friday last week," said Francine, perched on a picnic table at the front of the main shelter.

"Since we're all back to normal...ish now, maybe it would be a good time to talk about what we can do to help when stuff like this happens, too. It's not all about invasions or supporting the troops, after all! Sometimes the island throws stuff at everybody that's hard to deal with."

[OOC: Le OCD, she is ~~on her way~~ up! Open!]

Current Mood: calm

tyler_gone

Today's Very Special Edition of Fight Club was being brought to you by two things; Ghanima was running late so Tyler was in charge on his own, and Anakin had offered a dare.

Figuring he might not get the chance again, Tyler had quickly curtained off a segment of the gym area and set a few things up behind it. "Hi," he said laconically. "I'm back, and Ghanima will be here a little later. Before the fighting, I wanted to talk to you about the next phase of fight club."

He was not catching Anakin's eye ~~if he was there~~ for this. He'd laugh if he did.

"In Phase 2, we start trying to look good while we fight. Neat hair, nice workout clothes, manicured nails. if you're ready for that, go behind the curtain and get ready. Don't forget the hair gel."

"If you aren't ready, stay out here and fight. I won't judge. I think it's time for a match for ... you and you, wizard-boy and blondie, you, you, you and definitely you. Go for it."

He was impressed he'd gotten through that without laughing.

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!

When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~Please wait for epic OCD!~~ Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]

life_inshadow

Tara was giving all the books about magic a wide berth today, thank you very much. She didn't need to turn herself into a plant again anytime soon.

She settled behind the counter with some special orders to package and ship off. Someone in Saskatchewan kept going through the dried acacia leaf like she was raising a whole army from the dead.

[No OCD, open store! Possible SP of 'I have the day off.']

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

The girls were back out at the picnic tables today, and Morgana was looking rather pleased.

"I believe I speak for both Francine and myself when I say thank you to everyone who came to help with the researching last week," she said. "Although what happened wasn't quite the danger for which we've been preparing, we were very well organized, and I was amazed by how well everyone worked with one another. I thought that perhaps we could discuss how the weekend went for everyone. Is there anything we could have done to be more prepared, or is there anything new you think we should start doing now?"

[ocd is up!]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The calls had started early in the morning, and the patients had followed shortly after, all with the same problem - people had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up. It didn't take long for it to become clear that the clinic wouldn't hold everyone - there really were a finite number of rooms in the place - and in quite possibly the only instance of anyone ever being grateful for the plague, it wasn't long before Martha, the nurses, and the town hall staff had figured out how to recreate the emergency clinic in the town hall. Cots were set up, supplies were brought over, and the rest of the clinic staff had been contacted. Now, all they needed was to get everyone rounded up to be taken care of, and to try to figure out what was wrong.

[ocd is up!]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

While Morgana was much happier to be back in the dorms, she wasn't quite ready to go back to her room yet this evening, and was taking some time for a walk through town. She was busy wondering if the bakery was still open when she was suddenly hit with a strange sensation of...something being wrong. It was the way she'd felt after she had a bad dream, but here, she couldn't put her finger on exactly what had happened.

A leisurely stroll suddenly didn't seem so important anymore, and she made her way back to the dorms as quickly as she could to check on her friends.

[The call for help has officially gone out! If you've got a character who's sensitive to "something is wrong" feelings, feel free to leave a comment here.]

atreideslioness

Ghanima had been there for a few hours before club started to work out on the bags, and was now the image of serene composure as she watched people trickle in. "Good evening," she called out cheerfully. "You're here to work on your scrapping. We're here to oblige you. Isn't it nice how that works?"

Tyler's body was tight. He wasn't pulling off pep today. "I know some of you have heard about a conflict last week," he said. "If you haven't, ask the person next to you. They could probably make up something more entertaining. If you have, and you have questions about what happened, ask me." He paced a few steps, rubbing his lips. "We have a list of rules. They're posted right over there. But really it comes down to: Don't be a jerk, and be willing to lose. That's all we ask." He looked into the crowd. "I'm trusting you to understand that."

"Part of fight club is about trust," Ghanima continued calmly. "Trust in yourself and your partner, and check your ego at the door."

"Now, you and you. You. With her. Leto ~~if you're here~~, oblige Mr. Durden." She turned to Tyler with an impish grin. "Want to pick the last two?"

"New guy," Tyler said, gesturing to Jim Kirk. "And you. Don't break him in half. Leto, I'll be on the mat."

Mingle \ Beginners & Training Section \ Open Sparring \ RNG Fights \ Talk to the Organizers \ OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD or get smacked down!~~ OCD is ready, go hit each other instead.]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Since Francine was still with her family, Morgana was by herself at the picnic tables today when everyone started to arrive.

"Good afternoon," she said in greeting. "I believe we can all agree that we would like to be prepared for whatever dangerous situations this place might choose to throw at us. We've done well in readying ourselves so far, but the problem remains that we cannot always know what to expect. I thought perhaps we could take our time today to talk about some of the things we've already gone through?" she suggested. "I'm certain that I haven't heard half of Fandom's stories, and I believe that the more information we all have, the better."

[aaand ocd is up!]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Francine's posters were back up at the picnic tables, in case anyone had forgotten where the meeting should be, and by all appearances, Morgana looked to be in a very good mood. Pretending that yesterday never happened had to make it true, didn't it?

"One of the most important aspects of any good group is teamwork," she said, once everyone had settled down. "None of us are as good alone as we are together, which means that we need to make certain that we can communicate with each other. Sometimes, verbal communication can be difficult. You might be stuck somewhere in hiding where you have to stay quiet. Or you might be in a situation where if you speak, you'll begin singing embarrassing songs." Horribly, terribly embarrassing songs. "We've got a game of sorts for everyone to play today where non-verbal communication is the key." She had a feeling that at least some people wouldn't mind doing something silent.

[We have achieved OCD!]

thatsamilkshake

Much like the posters, though not as deliberately, the setup for today's meeting was a little more...restrained than usual. Mostly because Francine was sitting at one of the picnic tables with an honest to God old-fashioned ice-bag pressed to her head.

If that wasn't a signal that your co-hostess ~~and her lovely breasts~~ were just a little under par today, feast your eyes on the array of baked goods.

From Jeff, God of Biscuits. Yeah.

Meaningful to only a few, perhaps, there was not a brownie in sight.

[OOC: The OCD has arrived! Open for your pleasure. Still not dirty.]

Current Mood: DIAF Chuck

tyler_gone

"I'm seeing some familiar faces here from last night," Ghanima said as people filed in. "Hopefully you weren't all up too late."

"If you were, shake it off or get out. Half-hearted attempts because you're too sleep-deprived to pay attention are insulting and a recipe for injury."

"If you get out there and screw around," Tyler added, "we'll just send you home anyhow. Don't embarrass yourselves."

"Now comes the fun. For us, at least," Ghanima said. "You. You. You two. Tyler?"

"Them," Tyler said, gesturing to two people at opposite edges of the crowd, "Her and him. Go."

[~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~PLEASE~~ is up now YAY. Cowritten with

atreideslioness]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

post 1 | arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc

[This is post two. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE!~~ OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]

Current Mood: amused

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon. It's nice to see all of you again," Morgana said, once everyone had arrived and gotten settled. "It seems that the game of choice this week is hide and seek, as those of you who are in the other groups are aware, and we think the game's skills might apply to our group as well. When you're coming to the aid of a fighter, you can't always wait for them to return home looking to be bandaged. Sometimes, you can't even wait for the battle to be over, as dangerous as that might be. Since we're not looking to put anyone in harm's way, we figured that a more entertaining scenario might be better."

If she was grinning a bit wickedly, it couldn't be helped. "We'd like everyone to split into three groups. Group one will be our "fighters" - you all get to find hiding places somewhere in the woods. Group two will be our rescuers - you get to try to find our fighters, so they can be tended to. As for group three, you're the enemy. Everyone is going to be armed," she said, pointing to the pile of water guns Francine had procured for the afternoon. "Group three, your job is to try to stop the others from finding anyone. Put them in the line of fire and try not to get wet yourselves."

[OCD is up, huzzah!]

thatsamilkshake

The ~~incredibly girly~~ posters had ~~been handwavey~~ said to meet a little earlier this time, but Francine had a reason for that. When people got to the main picnic shelter, they'd find all the tables covered today. With food. Some of it was open and obviously for nomming on right away, but most of it was small, pre-packaged items, or things one could easily shove into a small package.

Francine sat up on one of the tables near the front, looking a little less nervous than she had for the last couple of meetings. This stuff, she knew, and didn't feel like an idiot trying to tell other people about.

"One of the things we can do to help out is to make sure the people who are out there defending us have something to eat - and us too. It may not seem like a huge deal, but if you're wearing yourself out fighting or throwing energy bolts at something, you need to re-fuel - and it's the same thing if you're staying up til four in the morning in the library, trying to find a cure or break a spell. If we have food ready, it's one less thing that everybody else doesn't have to think about." She smiled and picked up a small bag of cookies. "And it's just nice to know somebody cares, too, you know? Food's comforting, and it's a reminder that we're all trying to help each other, when you need that little extra push to get through."

"We've got lists of all the members of the Fighting and Magic Reserves here, so we're gonna try two things at once today: get used to putting stuff like this together, and get to know the people on the other teams. Everybody gets to pack a lunch, and then try to go find somebody in one of the Reserves to give it to! Not that they're meeting as groups today, but think of it like a scavenger hunt: you get an extra bag of cookies next week if you managed feed a reservist." She paused, then added, "Or, you know, anybody who looks hungry."

[OOC: Bridgey gets no free cookies; for her, there's a toll. The rest of you may play, for OCD is up!]

Current Mood: hungry

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Morgana still wasn't entirely certain what CPR was, even after Francine had tried to explain it to her, but she supposed that was the point of the meeting this week. They'd taken over the same picnic shelter, to make themselves nice and easy to find in case the extra posters didn't do the trick, and had tried to make sure there was enough space cleared for the demonstration.

If they ended up with more boys today than they'd had last week, there'd be no complaining. Probably.

[Aaaaand the OCD is up!]

thatsamilkshake

The largest picnic shelter at the park was decorated with a couple of the ~~incredibly girly~~ posters that had been going up around town, just in case people might think they should go to... any of the other shelters that didn't have any people in them. Because Francine was thorough that way, and also because she sometimes judged others by things she would expect herself to get caught doing.

The picnic table nearest the barbecue grills had a sign-in sheet on it, alongside a first aid kit, a couple of notebooks, and two cell-phones.

[OOC: Open! To anybody - students or grownups. The OCD ~~will be here momentarily~~ has arrived! ~~It got distracted by~~ So have Katie McGrath's breasts.]

Current Mood: hot

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The planned trip into town and around the island with Morgana, Dinah felt, would only be improved with Francine along. So fairly early Sunday morning, all three met up at the gates to wander around the island and hopefully end up at J,GoB.

After she left someone in particular a voicemail about their plans. Hey, he'd wanted her to do this!

"Ready?"

[for

thatsamilkshake and

nevertobequeen]

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