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glacial_queen ([personal profile] glacial_queen) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2011-10-20 03:35 pm

Reserves Meeting, Danger Shop, Thursday Afternoon (After Classes)

The members of the Reserves had been handwavily notified to meet in the Danger Shop for today's meeting. Regretfully, this did mean no food or drinks for yet another week, but there was a lot of fancy and expensive equipment in the room and none of the leaders really felt comfortable with the possibility of paying for it if someone accidentally spilled.

Or, worse yet, if something Karla baked touched the machinery. Sparks and melting, people. Sparks and melting.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, as everyone assembled in the hallway. "Today we're undertaking an exercise that will have all of us working together. If you'll follow us inside?" She opened the doors to the Danger Shop and everyone stepped into...

...yet another hallway. This one should be familiar to most of the students; it was the hallway that led to the library; the library doors stood open and welcoming--though it was possible for the sharp-eyed to notice they looked...flimsier...than usual.

"Sometimes, things can go wrong at this school," Dolf continued. "And it isn't so quickly solved with just one way of looking at things. Some things you have to beat up, some things you have to outsmart. Most of us know what we are good at by now, don't we?"

He smiled encouragingly at those gathered. Well. Sort of encouragingly. He was a little nervous, if you knew where to look.

"Not to say that it's necessarily exclusive by person," Wesley added, as a member of the camp that did both. (Though his credibility was hurt somewhat by how beat-up he looked. Oops.) "You're welcome to try any number of strategies."

"The important thing to keep in mind is teamwork," Karla said. "Working together and making sure--"

Whatever else Karla was going to say was rudely interrupted by three of the doors at the far end of the hallway slamming open--hard enough to embed their knobs into the walls. Out of each door walked a giant, man-shaped creature made of what looked like hardened clay. Seeing the clustered students, the creatures turned towards them and slowly ambled forwards, each footstep ending in hairline cracks in the floor.

Good luck, guys.

[OCD up, please read Important notes! Of course, everything there is OOC knowledge that needs to be figured out ICly. So feel free to whale on these guys for awhile, okay?]

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-10-21 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"All right, all right," he granted, holding up his hands to show that he had no plans to fight them.

...Anymore.

"Will you be sticking around? I could find you a volume to conduct some research in."

WESLEY. KENZI WAS BEING VERY NICE TO YOU. THERE WAS NO NEED TO TORTURE HER WITH BOOKS.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-10-21 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kenzi's head reared back like she'd smelled a decaying corpse. And not one she'd Febreezed at work. "Noooooooooo," she said, echoing Professor Skywalker, did she but know it. "I will be going off to order zombies around. That's the way it's supposed to be. You!" She pointed at him. "Will rest. There will be food later. Possibly pillows. And details on where Faith Lehane the Slayer is, just for safety's sake, and all that."

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-10-21 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Wesley laughed. Oh, Kenzi. He was almost regretting comparing her to Cordelia now!

"All right," he said, amused. "Well. Thank you, Kenzi. Really. For your concern."

It probably showed that it meant a lot to him, yeah.

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com 2011-10-21 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," Kenzi said, sounding grumpy. "Don't do this again."

Re: Talk to the Leaders

[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com 2011-10-21 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Kenzi. Joss Whedon Wes couldn't make that promise.