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<< Do we haaaaaaave to do this training course? Let's go do the sun one again, that one was fun at least. I don't want to play some silly game... >>

"Too bad Sylvia, Jenga today. It's required so we have to do it." The trainee was moving towards the Life training portal while flicking out his phone thumbing through the contacts. He paused looking at Candace and Jordan before sending a message to both.



"And now. We wait."

"So I hear it's time for an exercise in masochism," Jordan said as he entered the room.

"Jenga with tranquilizers surrounded by a mote of piranha and with markers at our disposal to draw on the faces of failures." Candace clarified, plucking up one of the aforementioned markers. "I've gotten all kinds of things drawn on my face playing this damn game."

When Ro told her not to pout she simply pouted more out of spite, turning to Jordan with that same look as he arrived. How was this a comfort? Jordan had a mischievous side! How the hell was this a comfort?! "Ladies first," Candace gestured to the doorway that led to the 'battle arena'.

Apparently she wasn't referring to herself.

Jordan grinned at Candace and picked up a marker, the glint in his eye suggesting that she might be right to be concerned. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm classy. I only draw mustaches, not dicks."

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Ro. "Even if I were a woman, that wouldn't make me a lady. I just don't have the qualifications. In fact, I'm not sure any of us do." He smirked. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure Sylvia can explain to you in detail why your assumption is wrong. Right, Sylvia?" He clapped a hand on Ro's shoulder, then one on Candace's, and steered both of them towards the portal. "Crazies first."

Roland pulled out his phone flicking it open to a picture of Jordan and Ro sitting with a bag of Doritos in each of their hands, a series of dicks, mustaches, and other random drawings on each others faces.

"He's lying by the way. Dicks are a sometimes doodle."

<< You said you deleted that! >> Ro only smiled. He missed Sylvia and having her back made things well, happier in a high pitched squealing girly way?

"Lady, women, technical Terms Jordan. Candace meets the biological markers but she's the one who started this little game." What came next made Roland frown, and now he remembered the reasons he didn't like Sylvia as she went into a VERY detailed rant about Jordan's position in well... AHEM. Activities thanks to Ferros spilling the beans during Golem week.

"Thanks Jordan, when I pass out it'll be the soft sighs of Sylvia describing you naked.... wonderful."

<< eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee >>

He flinched as he moved to the portal Candace scrambling beside him as they marched in. In the center of the room stood the Jenga tower. "Uhhh I guess I'll take one for the team and start us off?" Assembling the tower from the last game played before sitting down to stare at it debating his next move...

Jordan shrugged at Candace as he stepped through the portal himself. "You're the one that said ladies first and then stayed put," he pointed out. "The implications are clear. Anyway, as the Cheshire Cat said, we're all mad here. How do I know you're mad? You came here, didn't you?"

"I prefer the phrase gently bending the truth," he said in response to Ro and his photo. He snickered at the second comment. "Yes, well, you implied that being in a relationship with a guy made me a woman. I feel it's only fair to subject you to a little mental torture in response to that giant pile of bullshit."

He took his seat at the table and carefully took hold of one of the blocks, drawing it smoothly out of the pile.

"Truth Bending?" His eyebrow went up as he looked at Candace, "You are a cartoons person? Saturday mornings fuzzy slippers the full deal?"

Turning back to Jordan he made a thoughtful face then shrugged, "Fair enough." He reached out snagging two more blocks putting them in his pile to match Candace's five. Before shaking his head at her, "No it just makes you a strong independent women?" He laughed a bit as she tried to make it sound like she was hurt.

"All seriousness, Jordan, I'm sorry if that joke was too far, Candace, you're a very lovely lady and a very helpful teacher." He wiggled one last brick from his turn in the air before placing it back on top. "If all goes well, like the Tower, I can be a good luck charm again."

<< Cocky much? >>

< Hey I passed every other course on the first try... give me -some- credit... >

Candace shook her head. "Not especially, but some things are impossible to avoid sometimes. I used to keep my television on as background noise when I was studying something particularly dull. But I do love lazy mornings with fuzzy slippers. I have four pairs of them~." Shoe addict. Why did she need four pairs of fuzzy slippers? Candace watched the two men intently like a cat waiting for the fish to come close enough for her to snatch out of the water. Someone mess up. Someone mess up. Someone mess up. Her elbows were on the edge of the table and her head was propped up with both hands under her chin, she was even fighting against a smile.

"It's true, if he makes fun of you it's a good thing." Candace commented distractedly, her attention entirely on the tower. "Can I be the Queen of Hearts?" She added with a sweet, sweet smile in Jordan's direction. He could be whatever Wonderland character he wanted to be as long as she could be the Queen. Ro's compliment got her attention and she reached out to playfully tap the tip of Ro's nose. "Good boy. Now if only everyone--" The tower collapsed. Who did it. Who did it?! Ro?! She sat up straight and watched for a dart. She didn't hear it, she didn't see it, but what she did hear was a thud.

Candace turned to find Jordan had fallen over. Way to go, Jordan. She grinned, plucking the dart from Jordan's arm and tossing it aside. She marker came next. "Sit him up, please." She requested to Ro, grinning like the Cheshire cat Jordan had been quoting only a few minutes before. Once he was sat up Candace got to work. Oh, this would be a beautiful start. She was so happy to be drawing on someone else's face.

When Jordan awoke he would find a purple compact mirror sitting beside his head on the table and the jenga tower was back to the condition it had been in before he had knocked it down.

His face was simply...beautiful.