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Summer Session 2, Scoobying Workshop #1, Afternoon 7/11/2006 (Held at Jeff, God of Biscuits today)
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A note washandwavily left at each cabin door this morning along with an e-mail, to cover all bases, letting the campers know where to meet, and that they should dress in shoes they don't mind running in, and clothes they don't mind getting jelly on.
Now, three tables along the window opposite the pastry cases are pushed together and covered with open white boxes of doughnuts. Yeast, cake, cruller, bearclaw, jelly, custard, cream puff and eclair, with sprinkles and without, they're all there. Chairs are arranged in a semi-circle around the boxes, and -- contain your shock -- where there are doughnuts, there's Xander.
Once everybody's settled down, he grins, and holds up a bavarian creme. "This is Scoobying 101; for anybody who doesn't know me by now, I'm Xander Harris." He waves the doughnut, because by all means reduce, re-use and recycle, even or maybe especially when it comes to jokes. "Actually, this is a doughnut and I'm Xander; Scoobying would be the thing you're in besides a bakery."
"Scooby is... well, it's a word we used to describe the gang of mostly normal people who ended up helping out one of our friends who's---" If it looks like he's staring somewhat bemusedly towards the area where Buffy's sitting, it's only because he is. "--kind of a superhero."
"The thing is, the girl in question's megastrong and martial-artsy--" Yeah, he'll skip using 'bendy' as an adjective this time... "--but she still ended up needing help from her friends, and we all found things we were good at that we could help with.
"So that's the deal here: not everybody has the flashy powers or the big guns or the superspy training, but everybody has something they can do to help. Hopefully by the end of the workshop you'll have an idea what that is for you, or at least know how to start looking."
"It makes sense to start out small, though - and you can't get much smaller than the guy who makes the doughnut run, right? Trust me, I speak from experience." He picks up one of the boxes of doughnuts and models his impressive doughnut-box-carrying talents. "But the idea is to get you thinking about how to make the best use out of the skills you have, no matter how little or lame you may believe they are."
"So today you have to figure out what's not lame about being the doughnut guy. In exchange you get...well." He points at the obvious -- though if it's not obvious or you're busy looking out the window, that'd be the baked goods. "If you can handle the job."
[OPEN LIKE A BOX OF DOUGHNUTS. Posted early because work is going to be wacky this week and next, so I have no idea when I'll be able to ping in.]
A note was
Now, three tables along the window opposite the pastry cases are pushed together and covered with open white boxes of doughnuts. Yeast, cake, cruller, bearclaw, jelly, custard, cream puff and eclair, with sprinkles and without, they're all there. Chairs are arranged in a semi-circle around the boxes, and -- contain your shock -- where there are doughnuts, there's Xander.
Once everybody's settled down, he grins, and holds up a bavarian creme. "This is Scoobying 101; for anybody who doesn't know me by now, I'm Xander Harris." He waves the doughnut, because by all means reduce, re-use and recycle, even or maybe especially when it comes to jokes. "Actually, this is a doughnut and I'm Xander; Scoobying would be the thing you're in besides a bakery."
"Scooby is... well, it's a word we used to describe the gang of mostly normal people who ended up helping out one of our friends who's---" If it looks like he's staring somewhat bemusedly towards the area where Buffy's sitting, it's only because he is. "--kind of a superhero."
"The thing is, the girl in question's megastrong and martial-artsy--" Yeah, he'll skip using 'bendy' as an adjective this time... "--but she still ended up needing help from her friends, and we all found things we were good at that we could help with.
"So that's the deal here: not everybody has the flashy powers or the big guns or the superspy training, but everybody has something they can do to help. Hopefully by the end of the workshop you'll have an idea what that is for you, or at least know how to start looking."
"It makes sense to start out small, though - and you can't get much smaller than the guy who makes the doughnut run, right? Trust me, I speak from experience." He picks up one of the boxes of doughnuts and models his impressive doughnut-box-carrying talents. "But the idea is to get you thinking about how to make the best use out of the skills you have, no matter how little or lame you may believe they are."
"So today you have to figure out what's not lame about being the doughnut guy. In exchange you get...well." He points at the obvious -- though if it's not obvious or you're busy looking out the window, that'd be the baked goods. "If you can handle the job."
[OPEN LIKE A BOX OF DOUGHNUTS. Posted early because work is going to be wacky this week and next, so I have no idea when I'll be able to ping in.]

Doughnut Run!
bootytreasure aloft."Doughnut Dudes
"Whatever you make it back to camp with? You get to keep. As long as you don't come home empty-handed, you're the hero of the day."
JC Broots
Angela Chase
Hamlet Dane Jr.
M. Parker
Buffy Summers
River Tam
Evil Pastry Thieves
"You get to keep the ones you earned (but you have to carry 'em while you try to steal more, so if you drop them down a gully, oops) plus anything you can steal from the brave defenders as you chase them back to camp. If you can't see yourself as a criminal? It's totally okay to tell yourself you're liberating them from the pastry oppressors to take back to your own starving team."
Veruca Cally
Marie D'Ancanto
Isabel Evans
Setsuna Sakurazaki
Dawn Summers
"And since evil's a little shorthanded today, if we happen to have any people NOT IN THIS WORKSHOP who are thus TOTALLY NOT HERE, they might consider jumping in to play on this side. Just sayin'."
Grab your boxes, make sure your shoes are laced tight, and run! Steal, defend, avoid, make your way home. No beating each other up, though. Or yourselves, and you can all thank Nadia Santos for that addition to the rules. In real life, doughnuts might be that important, but this is just a simulation.
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Sakurazaki drops silently from a tree in which she'd lept into, straightening to tap Buffy on one shoulder while quickly shifting to the other side in attempts to slip the box of donuts from Buffy's arms. As a ninja does.
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"You!" said Buffy. "Evil ninja girl!"
And then the mighty donut box struggle began?
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Of course, she had no intention of even trying to hurt Buffy, but it sounded like an evil thing to say. For the most part, she just grapples the box as best she can, pulling slightly and trying to figure out how exactly she could come out victorious in such a struggle without causing too many doughnut casualties.
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"No! Never! I shall do my duty!" Buffy exclaimed, in a confused idea of it being proper hero talk.
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"Excuse me," she said. "I'm lost. Can you help me find my way?"
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Then she turned to ruuuuuun down the stereet, jumping off the curb, yelling, "You'll never catch me! Never ever ever ever!" She zig-zagged around a rickshaw, stifling giggles as she headed toward the park. Hopefully she could lose Zero somewhere around the pond or in the trees. ever
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