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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"A glazed would be fine," Isabel said, holding out her hand. "Or six of them." She tried to use her powers to make the doughnuts come to her, not certain if it would work since they weren't in her direct line of sight."

"One," Angela said, with a resigned smile. Using a napkin, she took the donut out of the box and offered it to Isabel.

Of course, that left her grip on the rest of the box pretty weak.

Hmmm....So it has to be line of sight, Isabel realized. In that case? The box needed to come with her. She focused on the box and gave a mental tug.

Angela wasn't sure what Isabel was doing, but she guessed the donuts were in danger.

She shut the box and ran off.

"Damn," Isabel said. Maybe she just wasn't meant to be evil. Still, with a laugh, she took off after Angela.

Almost at the camp, Angela looked over her shoulder to gage her distance from Isabel.

And tripped over something -- a shoelace, a tree root, who knows?

The donuts went flying.

All that practicing had paid off. It was easy to hold out a hand and use her powers to grab the box of doughnuts, while simultaneously asking Angela, "Are you okay?"

Angela nodded sheepishly. "Except for that you have the donuts now."

"I bribed the tree root," Isabel grinned. "Cause I'm evil that way."

"Extremely evil," Angela nodded. "So. Take a donut, if you want. I think I just lost."

Isabel took a glazed doughnut and took a bit before handing the box back to Angela. "You lost that doughnuts, but you converted me to the side of good so I gave them back. How's that sound? ~~Since I'll be crashing shortly.~~"

Angela smiled. "That is excellent reasoning," she said, hoisting the box aloft. "Thanks, Isabel."

But she held the donuts close, just in case.

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

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