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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 was ~~handwavily~~ 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.]

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"Thanks," Isabel smiled, blushing slightly. "He's really sweet. I got lucky. So how was your trip?"

"Good," Angela said. "I mean, mostly. Tahiti is gorgrous, and it was actually nice to see my folks. I hear things here have been insane as usual?"

"Tahiti? I am so jealous! Did you stay at one of those places that are built out over the water with the glass floors?" Isabel asked. If Angela studied her closely she might notice that she was somewhat green with envy. "I'm actually heading back to Roswell to see my family this Thursday, they claim they miss me." She shook her head. "Yup, insane as always. I got to torch a mummy with a homemade blowtorch. Then had to babysit Jack and Greg when they were turned into a fox and a hedgehog respectively."

"It was a cabin,. but it was right on the beach," Angela said, closing her eyes to enjoy the memory. "We went snorkeling."

"And I can kind of see Greg as a hedgehog, with the hair. Do I know Jack?"

She was gripping her box of donuts a tiny bit tighter.

"Oh very nice! And romantic to I'm sure," she said, paying absolutely no attention to the box of doughnuts.

"Yes, my boyfriend of the incredibly spikey hair. I thought being a hedgehog was oddly appropriate," Isabel laughed. "It was Jack Harkness. He turned back up the day after graduation with no memory of being in Fandom at all. Something that's happened to him before apparently. But this time it seems like it's permanent."

"How was Angel doing?" she asked, still casually walking along side Angela. Just two friends, catching up after a few weeks, nothing devious happening at all.

"Harkness is back?" Angela squealed. "That's awesome. I talked to him a little when he was --" Angela looked for the word, and went for the easy one. "Dating Parker and he's totally charming. Though I guess he wouldn't remember that."

"Angel was fine. We actually got to talk for the first time in a really long time." She scrunched up her face. "We had to deal with a vampire he had made when he was Angelus, though. That was a little scary."

She kept walking, pace easy.

"He's back," Isabel grinned. "And still just as charming. I've spent a lot of time with him just hanging out. He doesn't remember dating Parker but however he lost his memory, he managed to leave himself a note that said to go to Parker. So at least he has that."

"Oh no. Is everyone okay?" she asked, face concerned. "I haven't heard from the big lug since he left. Other then the bulk emails he's sent to everyone. I finally called and left him a voicemail the other day."

Reaching into her pack she pulled out the two bottles of orange juice she'd gotten before she left the store. "Drink?"

"Yeah, everyone's fine. Logan got grabbed, but we managed to rescue him pretty fast."

She shifted the box to one hip, reaching for the juice. "Sure!"

Isabel focused on the bottle, chilling the juice nicely before handing it over to Angela.

"Logan in LA," she said, rolling her eyes. "That news went over well."

"I bet Callisto was ready to kill," Angela said. "Whatever. Logan and Angel didn't seem to be together-together."

"She's been toturing the Wilderness Survival people by taking their shoes and occasionally their clothes," Isabel laughed. "I don't even think it was a matter of them being together. More that he's there and she's not."

"That would be really, really hard," Angela said, as she knew something about missing people. "And I'm glad I didn't take that class. Is she going to go out there after this summer, do you know?"

"I thought about it briefly, but then decided that I'm not insane," Isabel said. "I don't know what her plans are. We don't talk that often and our last conversation was me asking her to please not kill my boyfriend."

She might have glanced at the box of doughnuts sadly and somewhat hungrily.

"Why does she want to kill Greg?" Angela asked.

She gripped the donuts tighter and shifted the box slightly. "Sorry. I would offer you one, but..." her voice trailed off.

"You've heard of Johnina right?" Isabel asked. "She's got friends, Gregette and Petra. Last week the ladies managed to get Cal to wear a skimpy cheerleader outfit and perform at Caritas. So she's out for all three." She didn't mention the ducks, hoping to let that particular bit of luncacy die a quick death.

"That's okay," Isabel said woefully. "Hopefully the orange juice will hold me till after class. I never got a chance to have lunch, and breakfast was only a cup of coffee and a granola bar."

Angela laughed at the story about the cheerleaders."That's awesome, though I wouldn't sleep well if I were John or Greg. Or Peter -- I'm guessing Parker?"

She sighed. Maybe Isabel really WAS hungry. "If I give you one donut, will you let me get the rest back to camp?"

"Greg thinks that Aeryn, Zero and I are going to protect them," she laughed. "We will to a point, she can't hurt them. But torment? Totally doable. She's already used Greg as prey in class."

"Of course," Isabel agreed. "I'm just really, really hungry."

Shrugging, Angela opened the box, keeping it faciing towards herself. "What type?"

Isabel tried to peer over the lid of the box. "What do you have?"

"Three jelly, two cinnamon, a chocolate and six glazed," Angela said.

[OOC: NP. Won't be home for 90 minutes or so myself.]

"A glazed would be fine," Isabel said, holding out her hand. "Or six of them." She tried to use her powers to make the doughnuts come to her, not certain if it would work since they weren't in her direct line of sight."

"One," Angela said, with a resigned smile. Using a napkin, she took the donut out of the box and offered it to Isabel.

Of course, that left her grip on the rest of the box pretty weak.

Hmmm....So it has to be line of sight, Isabel realized. In that case? The box needed to come with her. She focused on the box and gave a mental tug.

Angela wasn't sure what Isabel was doing, but she guessed the donuts were in danger.

She shut the box and ran off.

"Damn," Isabel said. Maybe she just wasn't meant to be evil. Still, with a laugh, she took off after Angela.

Summer Session 2, Scoobying Workshop #1, Afternoon 7/11/2006 (Held at Jeff, God of Biscuits today)

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