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Tara was still a little groggy from her dream of the ball as she got her room ready for all the other Reserves leaders -- it seemed obvious to her that it was better they get together and make a plan than that they let everybody go off on their own.
Not that Tara exactly knew how to plan against a giant smelly bog and magically appearing walls that seemed to hold people captive, but hey. She could be optimistic.
Her supplies were simple: A bag of cookies filched from the kitchen, some soda, a makeshift easel for writing down ideas, and a pile of every book on the supernatural she had in case people wanted to start researching before they got to the library.
She figured Kennedy and Maladicta would bring the weapons.
[OOC: Post is for the other reserve leader types, but the door is open. This is not the fighting reserves post -- that's been postponed to tomorrow so the groups can meet together.]
Not that Tara exactly knew how to plan against a giant smelly bog and magically appearing walls that seemed to hold people captive, but hey. She could be optimistic.
Her supplies were simple: A bag of cookies filched from the kitchen, some soda, a makeshift easel for writing down ideas, and a pile of every book on the supernatural she had in case people wanted to start researching before they got to the library.
She figured Kennedy and Maladicta would bring the weapons.
[OOC: Post is for the other reserve leader types, but the door is open. This is not the fighting reserves post -- that's been postponed to tomorrow so the groups can meet together.]
