Regular time, regular place, regular ( Read more... )

After spending a full day keeping Rhys busy (and running him through his swordcraft training, and dealing with his still-abominable tracking skills, which had also ended in a lesson, god help him) getting fifteen minutes to himself while the boy entertained himself elsewhere seemed like the greatest kind of luxury ( Read more... )

"During the attack two weeks ago, we found ourselves relying on our fellows," Arthur began, peering around the reserves. "It can be safer to go out in teams of two or three, especially when our vision is limited and larger groups might become unwielding. We have spent a lot of time training ourselves individually, but it is small groups that will ( Read more... )

Arthur hadn't been able to make it down to the salle at his usual time on accounts of the fact they had only arrived that morning. Still, Dinah had been on the same trip, so the message had been handwavily communicated during the way back ( Read more... )

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner and could be shamelessly self-modded and had the weirdest mushy soft spot ( Read more... )

Arthur had a distinct bandage attached to the side of his head, if anyone was paying attention: he certainly was choosing to ignore it. "Good afternoon, reservists," he began, "I'm glad to see all of you back onto your feet today. I think by now it's customary to consider our performance after an event such as last week's." A beat. "To help us in ( Read more... )

Arthur couldn't see.

After an excellent morning spent with two insane madmen (if you could call either of them men), this was exactly what he needed right when he was planning to arrange the start of something that would hopefully let him blow off steam (and let's not talk about where the child was right now, shall we ( Read more... )

Monday. Salle. Arthur ( Read more... )

Not exciting, but fun: Dinah had ordered pizza, made popcorn, and had pop out for whoever wanted it, while she clicked on the Chiller marathon of Darkest Night. The usual theme music swelled, the vampires swooshed across the screen, and hello, Lee's shirt getting ripped. How she'd missed you.

[open to all, as Dinah catches up on Tony's show]

"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities ( Read more... )