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fandomhigh2006-07-11 12:47 am
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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.]
Re: Doughnut Run!
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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"Ha! Duty! Can't you see that this is only your duty because they didn't have anything else for you to do? By sending you to get these donuts, they have effectively gotten you out of their way so they can..um...celebrate victory without you! Yeah, that's it. So....you should...um...give me the donuts and join my side and we will show them how wrong they were to think that you were worthy of only being donut-girl."
Sakurazaki nodded, feeling that she had managed quite a nice bit of evil person manipulation there.
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"Being in charge of the donut getting is a sacred duty!
omg!" She changed her grip on the box, holding it tighter. "I shan't let my comrades down! Never, ever, ever, foul fiend!"Re: Doughnut Run!
Sakurazaki sighs, shaking her head dismally. "Then you leave me no choice."
The sigh turns into a deep inhalation of breath. Could she bring herself to be that evil? A warrior should achieve her goals by any means necissary, right? And she had earned a whole dozen for her Buddha-wisdom earlier, and would definately share them with Buffy when she was no longer being an evil opponant.
Sakurazaki tightens her grip on the box, leaning in to wrap her arms around it a little. And keeps tightening and tightening until the fragile cardboard and their arms are squishing all the poor little doughnuts inside. She bows her head reverently. Sacrifice was one of the most bittersweet of victories.
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and paid Anakin"Look what you did! Now we have no donuts! And we're donutty!"*ded*
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"Eeep! I'm sorry! It's okay, though! I still got a whole dozen up there." She points up to the tree she dropped from. "I left them there for safekeeping. And, uhhh....squished donuts are still okay, too, right?"
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