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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Zero stepped in front of Parker, wielding her mallet and wearing her kicking boots. "Right, give me the doughnuts."

"Right." Parker held out the box-- the quickly put it on top of her head, grasping it tightly and added, "Not a chance."

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

"No fair being tall!" Zero yelled, then took off after Parker at full speed.

Parker's balance was off with the pastries on her head, plus, not the easiest thing to run with, really. She managed not to fall down on the gravel path into the park, but had to slow down as she got closer to the duck pond, because the pastries were sliding around. "My team needs these, evildoer! You won't get them, not even with a menacing mallet!"

"But..." Zero gave Parker her best puppy eyes. "If I don't get the doughnuts, I'll be punished!" Evil can lie. Zero sped up to try to catch up with Parker.

Parker chortled, then said, "Shouldn't have turned evil! That's what happens when you join the Bad Guys Inc.!"

She shouldn't have gotten cocky; she skidded on the grass, trying to put on more speed, and stumbled forward to one knee. The box wobbled. "Eep!"

Zero made a mad dive for the doughnuts, belatedly realizing she might squish them. Or Parker's head.

The box went sailing forward, lid flinging open to disgorge pastries everywhere. Crullers, bear claws, and doughnuts spread out in an arc along the path.

An inquisitive "quack?" could be heard by the duckpond.

Parker's eyes widened in horror. "Noooooo!" ~~pays Anakin in pastry~~

"Well, squall," Zero sighed from where she lay sprawled out beside the path. "Looks like the ducks win this one. Truce, do-gooder?"

"If I could fly, I would *so* be rejecting that, but--" Parker mournfully watched the ducks and geese make off with the food. "Yeah. Truce. Let's go tell Xander there were casualties." She grinned. "I'm blaming him."

"If he hadn't made us be at odds, there would have been no casualties," Zero agreed. "Squall. I really wanted a doughnut."

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

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