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Scoobying Workshop #1, Afternoon 5/23/2006 (Held at Jeff, God of Biscuits today)
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A note washandwavily left at each cabin door this morning, 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 cinnamon-powdered doughnut.
"This is Scoobying 101; I'm Xander Harris. Well, actually, this is a doughnut and I'm Xander, but the other way sounded more impressive. "
"Being a Scooby is more of a way of life than a thing you can hold up or chow down on." He takes a bite by way of demonstration. And politely actually swallows it before continuing. "It's a word we used back home to describe the gang of mostly -- hi there, Cordy - normal people who ended up helping out one of our friends who's kind of a superhero."
"The thing is, the girl in question's megastrong and martial-artsy...and impressively bendy... but she still ended up needing help from her friends, and we all found things we were good at that we could help with. And 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."
"First day, I figured why not start small - 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."
[ETA: You don't actually have to get your doughnut-reasons approved. ;-) Xander will wander in and out, but absolutely assume any reason you come up with is a good one, and mod your own doughnuts like the sneaky little doughnutmodders I know you all are.]
[OPEN! Welcome; plz find dork within.]
A note was
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 cinnamon-powdered doughnut.
"This is Scoobying 101; I'm Xander Harris. Well, actually, this is a doughnut and I'm Xander, but the other way sounded more impressive. "
"Being a Scooby is more of a way of life than a thing you can hold up or chow down on." He takes a bite by way of demonstration. And politely actually swallows it before continuing. "It's a word we used back home to describe the gang of mostly -- hi there, Cordy - normal people who ended up helping out one of our friends who's kind of a superhero."
"The thing is, the girl in question's megastrong and martial-artsy...and impressively bendy... but she still ended up needing help from her friends, and we all found things we were good at that we could help with. And 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."
"First day, I figured why not start small - 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."
[ETA: You don't actually have to get your doughnut-reasons approved. ;-) Xander will wander in and out, but absolutely assume any reason you come up with is a good one, and mod your own doughnuts like the sneaky little doughnutmodders I know you all are.]
[OPEN! Welcome; plz find dork within.]
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The leaping Jamie kept after the squirrely prey as the two new duplicates tried to keep up.
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Thankfully, it opened outwards.
Onto an alley.
Golly, it was like she was home. She bolted down the alley for the street, not bothering to look back and see if anyone was following.
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"You know you could just give me two doughnuts and just save ourselves the exercise."
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She was going to have to sacrifice a jelly. She pulled one out, bit off the top in the manner one might use one's teeth (if one were a dumbass) to pull the pin on a grenade, and hurled the donut backwards.
Jelly streamed and splattered everywhere.
She kept running.
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One of them might have wondered if a remnant of a doughnut counted.
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". . . time . . . out . . . ?"
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The other Jamie seemed to be more into the program as he continued to run by and attempted to grab the box of doughnuts as he did.
"Oh that's just mean!" The stopped Jamie shouted.
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This kind of overbalanced her, though, and in trying not to fall and possibly reinjure herself, she stepped right on the box of donuts.
Woe.
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"Dude! It's just doughnuts! Let it go!"