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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River picked up a box of donuts. She wondered if Berthold would like them. Carrying the box under her arm she headed back to the camp. She chose the strategy of taking a detour.

Dawn sneaked like a sneaky thing after River. She wasn't sure whether that approach was necessary.

Someone was sneaking after her. River didn't know the girl. She pretended not to notice.

She continued following River. A few twigs snapped as she walked.

That was it. She definitely had someone stalking her. River threw a frog at the unknown girl and bolted.

((ooc: Sorry for very slow replies. Hectic RL week.))

The frog hit Dawn in the chest and hopped away, very confused.

"Who throws frogs as a defense?" Dawn shouted, running to catch up. "All I want is a doughnut!"

[ooc: NP. I'm in the wrong time zone, too.]

"You won't get one!"

River kept running.

((ooc: Time zones are tricky.))

Dawn chased River around and through some trees. Unfortunately, she was running at almost the same speed, and couldn't catch up.

"I will too! All your doughnut will belong to me!"

"They will not," River shouted back, and kept on running. She thenr considered distracting this girl, and threw a chocolate doughnut at her.

Dawn got pelted with a chocolate doughnut, and, in her surprise, she managed to fumble it for a bit before she dropped it on the ground.

"Xander didn't say it had to be edible..." She picked it up, dusted off the dirt and leaves, and made her way over to the table.

That appearantly was distraction enough, and River still had the rest of the doughnuts left.

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

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