School Assembly, Friday afternoon, The Auditorium

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh grinned as he walked out onto the stage. The curtain had been drawn to hide the contents behind and the stage was apparently infinitely malleable to make this work, omg.

"Given yesterday's events, today's assembly seems even more appropriate. We're going to do an old-fashioned battle of the sexes. Pulled completely at random, three guys and three girls will be dragged up here, if necessary, in order to compete for valuable cash and prizes." He paused. "Which we don't have, so the thrill of beating the other team will just have to do."

He waved his hand dramatically and the curtain drew back to reveal an obstacle course. "This contest will test your mind, your body, and your immunity to public humiliation. So, without any further ado, I give you: THE GUYS! Billy, Sam, and Peter Petrelli!" Josh frowned down at his paper. "Who also goes by Steve? I don't get it." He shrugged as he waited for the boys to get up on stage, then flipped to his next card. "And now for the LADIES! I give you Molly, Naomi, and Annette!"

Josh grinned again. "There's a Mickey Mouse Club joke in there, but I think it will date me. Without further ado, let's get on with the show!"

[OOC: Please to be waiting for insane OCD... Come on in!]

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Re: Task Two: Sam v. Molly

[likethegun]

Sam pushed himself up with a sigh and started crawling towards the line again. When he finally made it over, he took one last scoop of pudding and threw it at Molly, and stuck his tongue out at her.

Re: Task Two: Sam v. Molly

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly eep-ed and tried to block it with her hands. Laughing, she stuck her tongue out back at Sam. Then she licked her lips. "Yummy pudding," she said.

Re: Task Two: Sam v. Molly

[likethegun]

"You have very good aim," Sam told her, shaking his head to try to get the pudding out of his hair.

Re: Task Two: Sam v. Molly

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"I was going for a scatter shot effect," Molly admitted. "Better odds of hitting you." She started wiping the pudding off of her face.