Library, Sunday 11/13

[trigons_child]

Some instinct drew Raven to the library Sunday morning, and she didn't try to resist it. She liked libraries, having spent many of her young years in the Great Library of Azarath reading about mysticism and science and some history of her mother's world.

She had to stack several thick books on the chair behind the front counter so she could reach the top. Perched on top of the pile, she lost herself in reading about demonology. You know, typical six year old reading.

Basic Strategy, Monday, Period 4

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

Class met in the Danger Shop today, which had been programmed to resemble a nondescript flat field. The observant might notice two sets of shelves off to the side; one was full of pillows, the other of cream pies.

Tyrion had a red mark on his cheek where he'd fallen asleep on a pile of books in the library the day before, and ink smudged along the edge of one hand. His younger self had even less sense than the adult Tyrion about pulling himself away from his books and going to bed -- which was very little sense at all.

"As I promised last week, today we're starting a unit on military strategy," he said, only a bit grumpy. "We'll begin by exploring the pros and cons of different weapons." He went through a reasonably detailed brief description of swords, shields, and arrows, concluding by handing out a flier showing many different kinds of blades.

"As this is a strategic class," he finished, "and as I am not actually insane enough to set you on each other with weapons, we're shifting to a different kind of weapon for the class activity." He gestured to divide the group roughly in half. "This side of you will get pillows, this side pies. You have ten minutes now to swap sides if you wish to be a traitor, to elect generals, and to otherwise plan your strategy. When the time is up, we go to war. You're out when you get hit in the head at all, or in the chest hard enough to stagger you. Be honest. The team with the most people standing at the end is the winner."

He glanced to the clock on the wall. "Begin ... now."