fandomhigh | Karate, Gym, May 24, Wednesday Morning

"Welcome to Karate, everyone." Tommy says, looking around at the class. "I'm Doctor Oliver, but you can call me Dr. O if you want," he may have rolled his eyes a little.

"This workshop is essentially a survey course of many different styles of karate that have been developed. Each has their benefits and their drawbacks, of course. Hopefully you'll find a style that works for you as a result of this course.

While we're training in here, this gym isn't just a gym. It's a dojo. As such, I expect you all to pay attention to the rules of the dojo:

Seek perfection of character
Be faithful
Endeavour to excel
Respect others
Refrain from violent behaviour

Now, to start things off- I know we have a mix of different skill levels. For those of you who are more advanced, could you provide a short demonstration? For those of you who are just starting out, give this a try." He says, demonstrating the steps slowly.

[ooc: annnnd, i'm likely going to be away from the computer till about 3:30 pacific time. so interaction with tommy will happen after that. don't let that stop you, though!]

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Peter continued to run through the forms Dr. Oliver had demonstrated though he was starting to turn them into modified sword forms.

"So Peter," Dean said, continuing his own fight with an imaginary opponent, "heard you'd taken up singing and duck wrangling."

Peter may have flushed slightly, but he grinned at Dean. "It's not summer camp without a prank war, hmm?"

"You're a braver man than me to rile up that cabin."

"Seven girls and one guy right next door to us. How could anyone resist?"

"Ducks? Not the best way of impressing the ladies," Dean advised. "I don't know about Zack. There may be some weird duck tests he likes to run."

"Impress? No, not in that cabin," Peter paused to tally up his cabinmates in his head. "Maybe some of the others. I'm sure they'll get their own back and we'll be off to the start of a very interesting summer."

Overhearing, Tyler gave Peter a look. "The first rule of a prank war is that you don't talk about the prank war," he gritted out. "Makes it easier to take people off-guard."

"Yes, because the radio broadcast with all our names didn't already take care of that?" Peter shrugged.

"I missed the broadcast," Tyler shrugged. "They got all of our names?"

"All of our names and just about every other detail of the incident. It's like someone was standing next to us watching everything. Rather disturbing that."

"Very," Tyler said, shuddering. "Makes you wonder what else they're watching."

He leaned over to stretch out a hamstring. "Are we on to spar tonight?"

"It does. I wonder how much trouble that's going to cause before the summer is out."

"We are. Unarmed or armed?" Peter stepped out of the form he was practicing with a look of disgust. "And one day I'll learn my right from my left," he muttered under his breath.

"Unarmed," Tyler said instantly. "I'm not so good with weapons in hand-to-hand."

Satisfied withhis stretching, he began to jog in place, trying to loosen his muscles. "Think we'll get to breaking bricks by the end of this class?"

"As opposed to using weapons outside of combat?" Peter asked with a grin. "Unarmed works for me."

Peter began a different form, this one very definitely for swordwork. "Breaking bricks? Like by throwing them against a wall?"

Tyler shook his head, deciding not to get into his use of weapons outside combat. "Martial arts movies. They always show people breaking bricks with the side of their hand. I tried it once. My hand was purple for a week."

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Dean grinned. "That much I'll give you. The rest of us will grab the popcorn and sit back and watch."

"See? There are benefits all around," Peter said with a laugh. "So how are your workshops going so far?"

"So far, so good. Nobody's died yet at least. You?"

"We had to rescue sleeping sunbathers from badgers in First Aid yesterday. Which was distinctly odd. But other than that?" Peter grinned hugely, "it's been really, really good."

"Why would badgers be going after sleeping sunbathers?" Dean asked.

"Given that badgers are nocturnal? I have absolutely no idea."

"Maybe it's something that's a problem here," Dean said with a shrug. "Given some of the other... infestations they've had."

"Could be. Given it's Fandom, I was a bit surprised that we were able to drive the badgers off with rocks," he considered for a second. "Come to think of it, I don't really know if they were real or not."

"The badgers or the rocks?"

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