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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Xander and Cor..oh, right. "I wouldn't know." More pouting, possibly with a slight hint of whine.

"About snuggling? Or the death of a thousand papercuts?"

"Uh...both? I wasn't allowed to date back home," she informed him, then rolled her eyes, "Sheesh, you accidentally date one vampire and get obsessed over a guy with a charmed letterman's jacket, and you never live it down, y'know?"

"You dated a vampire too? What is it with Summers women?" Which technically applied to their mom too, admittedly, and he hadn't ever heard of her dating a vamp. Then again if she had, he posibly didn't want to know.

"Accident! And one date! One!"

"Oh." Xander shrugged. "That's different; everybody gets a freebie. Even Buffy managed to get all --" He made a face. "Smoochy with Angel, before he fanged out on her, without realizing." He made a different face, more serious, when he added, "'Course the freebie thing only applies if you walk away from it."

"I dusted him," Dawn said, quietly.

"Good call," Xander said, just as quietly.

"Vampire," Dawn explained.

"Some people have chosen stupider options," Xander pointed out. "And no, I don't actually mean Buffy. There was this whole club of undead wanna-bes we went to once, that walked right into their fanges, eyes-open. More or less."

"Morons," Dawn rolled her eyes.

"Are you sure you don't already have a Scooby Handbook?" Xander asked. "'Cause you're definitely on the right track."

"I'm still in training," she pouted again.

"We're always in training," Xander said. It was meant to be, you know, wise and pithy, but as he listed to himself talk, he realized he meant it. Which was a little frightening.

"Does this mean no handbook? Because I kinda promised Hermione..."

"Maybe you should write it?" Xander suggested, with a grin.

"But I'm not a Scooby!" Dawn protested, getting a little flaily.

"Says who?"

"..." Dawn stared at him, her mouth hanging open.

"Hey, you may not be around in my dimension, but you obviously know your way around a stake and a book, I've seen you go out to fight monsters and stay home while somebody else did -- and I've sure as hell done both, but the way -- and you're Buffy's sister. If all that doesn't make you a Scooby, I don't know what would."

Dawn hugged Xander very, very tightly. For a sixteen year old girl. "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long, long time." She may have sniffled a little.

"Hey, I just calls 'em like I see 'em."

"You don't have a handbook, do you?"

"Nope," Xander admitted freely.

"Darn it." Dawn pouted. "I wonder if the other workshops will have them."

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

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