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MEGA: Crossbows & Chaseites

Wow -- how are we going to keep up this pace all day!!! And note for the future: trying to corral all 25 of these people is CAT-HERDING TIME!!!

Oh wait. Hi there, Elise!

So my feet are up after our ENJOYABLE CROSSBOW OUTING. (Can you sense the MASSIVE SARCASM??!?!???) Will need the whole hour to recover. I betcha your javelin practice will be MORE OF THE SAME.

To begin: There I was standing beside the crossbow range, checking my watch and... No wait, BACKUP!!!!

There were some eager thumpings of doors and then a few hysterics this morning on my end -- it took both Ethan and I to talk Tiffany out of her hysterics... well, actually, he basically glared at me until I went away and then he talked her off the ledge. No, really. As in the second-floor window ledge. Thankfully she's on the same side as I was and would have "fallen" about three feet to the hotel restaurant's roof, but WHATEVS.

I left them as he was murmuring something about not wanting to leave out the new girl and he knew that Tiffany would COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND (looking at her, crying and shivering in her hotel robe that was STRATEGICALLY GAPING OPEN, unsteadily teetering on the window ledge, I doubted that very much, but OK, whatever works, Ethan.)

Violet's door opened and she gathered up her two bouquets (two? three? It was a lot of flowers) and she smiled as she smelled them. Ya know, Elise, there was something a little... smug... in that smile. I heard Jay's voice coming out behind her through the doorway, and her smirk grew wider. "Nope, none for you," she said, before shutting the door and going back in.

Brianna gathered hers without reaction (would we really expect any from her?) and the guys all took in their state of bouquet or bouquetlessness without much reaction one way or another. Well, except for Noah, who pranced down the hall and handed out single flowers to anyone in his line of sight, then apparently went back into his room and wove a crown out of them, because when he emerged in his PARTI-COLORED ORANGE AND PURPLE satin outfit, complete with curly-toed slippers and those puffy pants over his tights... he was wearing a crown of flowers around the ACTUAL CROWN that he was wearing. (Apparently stole a tiara from the girls' side and "made some edits". That boy. He must have been avoiding the flume so as not to ruin his satin, because I'm SURE you would have remarked on it if you'd seen him. I will admit, if you like the short ones, it didn't do him any harm to have his legs on display in those tights. He's definitely keeping himself in shape. (Then again I think boys that age pretty much have metabolisms that could power the sun for a decade.)

I saw them off when they headed off to the logs, and quite the clanking (all that armor), creaking (leather armor and Viking gear) crew they were! I wondered what they'd think of the zombies they were going to meet.

And then a short break to deal with CAR MAINTENANCE ISSUES. SRSLY, you'd think that people in the BOONDOCKS had never seen a broken-down car before!!! I was on and off the phone several times with the mechanic and the Hubs (who eventually told me that he'd take care of it and to stop worrying) before having to scamper off to the Crossbow Range.

I wasn't entirely thrilled at the prospect -- they'd basically roped off a big area by the edge of the trees out there, and set up straw targets at various distances -- and a whole wall, several hay bales deep and many hay bales high, behind them. It struck me as quite possibly not being a solid enough berm... although I suppose that crossbows probs don't have quite the momentum that bullets do when you go to the range. Still, it worried me, and I asked about it.

The grizzled proprietor, missing several teeth, leered at me and squinted before saying, "Oh, ye're one of them Mountain Girls, ain't yez?" (I'm not really feeling this whole "talk in history" thing; just saying.)