fandomhigh | 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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Broots tightend his grip on the wires. "Er, the school is that way?" He pointed in the direction of the building.

"Would you mind escorting me?" Marie asked plaintively. "I've heard there are sometimes weird and scary things in this town and I'd feel safer if I didn't have to walk alone."

"Um..." Broots glanced at his watch. "Well, see, I'm kind of in class right now. If you could wait like an hour and a half, I'll be more than happy to. But really, it's daylight so I doubt anything that scary is out."

"Oh, what class are you in?" Marie asked. "Where are you going?"

"Scoobying, and I'm going that way." Broots vaguely waved his hand in the right direction.

"Well, can I walk with you?" Marie asked.

"Um, sure? I don't think that's against the rules."

"Thanks," Marie said brightly. "So, I'm Marie. Who are you?"

She's waiting to make her move on his doughnuts until she can get him distracted.

"Broots." Broots began walking in what he hopped was the right direction. "Are you new?"

"Yep, just got here for camp last session," Marie said, falling in step with him. "Are you? I haven't seen you around before."

"I was here for the entire year, and then took off for the first session. Which explains why we haven't met." Broots tightend his grip on the box and tried to convince himself that he was carrying his laptop.

"Oh, did you go anywhere interesting?" Marie asked.

"Caribbean." Broots said darkly and glanced around for his classmates. And then he realized he had no idea who was in his class.

"Wow, that sounds really interesting," Marie exclaimed. "Tell me all about?"

"Um. It was hot and I didn't have my laptop?" Broots sped up a little, hoping that Marie would keep up.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Marie asked. "And why would you want your laptop in the Carribean?"

"Class assignment, we're supposed to get over there with all our donuts with us. And well, because I hate swimming and the sun?"

Marie felt kind of guilty for lying.

"Oh, you have doughnuts in that box?" she asked. "Well, if you hate swimming and the sun, why did you go to the Carribean?"

"Yeah. Go donut, I guess. And because my sister won some stupid beauty contest and my parents decided I wasn't getting enough sun. Where are you from?"

"Mississippi," Marie replied. She wondered if she faked tripping if she could get him to put the box down to help her.

"Cool. I'm from Virginia originally, but I spent some time in Delaware. Why'd you come to Fandom?"

"My parents were looking for a unique educational opportunity for me," Marie explained.

She decided she had nothing to lose from attempting the fake trip, and thus, did it. If Broots didn't move fast enough, she'd knock right into him.

"Eeep!" Broots tried to keep his balance, catch Marie, and still hold on to the donuts. In the process, his left hand got rather tangled with the wires.

Marie managed to re-gain her balance and she reached out to help Broots untangle his hand from the wires attached to his doughnut box.

"May I?" she asked.