Baby's Second Fieldwork [Tuesday, Period 3]

[jedigrammarians]

"Welcome back!" Did Aphra seem at all fazed that she'd lost a few students? Not really. Possibly because she didn't remember how many students she'd actually had last session. "So before we get back to the good stuff, it's time for our good friend, red tape."

Spoiler, red tape was no one's friend. "Thing is, even when you're a completely legit archaeologist on a completely legit dig, sometimes, though no fault of your own, you have to be economical with the truth, and it's always a good idea to be prepared for that." Otherwise you might come up with a dumb alias like Joystick Chevron.

"So today we're going to make completely valid alternate documentation, and apply for travel permits with them."

Library, Wednesday

[era_two_triangle]

Peridot, as always, was utterly oblivious about any sort of holiday that might be going on today.

So, when the books attempted to set off fireworks in the history section, mostly she was just irritated that they were apparently trying to start a fire in a library. She wound up sitting on the culprits to keep them from setting fire to the fuse, like the spoilsport she was.

If anybody needed Peridot today, that's where she'd be, wrestling books in order to keep the whole damn library from burning down.

[OOC: Open!]

Wednesday Camp Shenanigans [Fandom Park, late afternoon]

[sith_happened]

The park today was covered in red, white, and blue bunting, and the vendors were selling hamburgers, hot dogs, and overcooked veggie patties.

Someone named Karen had brought the potato salad. It had raisins in it. WHY, KAREN.

Various portions of the park had been roped off for various activities. Anakin, wearing shorts and not robes for once--it was kriffing hot out--stood in his usual spot and wielded his megaphone. "Welcome back, everyone!" he called, waving his hand out for The Fish.

The stinky, charred wreck of a Viking funeral came hurtling from...God knows where. Anakin shuddered. "At least it's not singing so loudly any longer?" he offered to the group. "Hopefully it will go to someone who can return it to its former glory this week!"

No one wants that.

"Okay, first up is a group event: Tug of war. Listen for your name and go to the correct side of the rope." He gestured helpfully to a rope with a blue and gold ribbon hanging jauntily above a huge mud puddle. "The team that emerges victorious will then compete against each other in the potato sack races!"

He pointed just as helpfully to those sack. "And the top six finishers there will compete in the final competition: PIE EATING. Now listen up: Team Red, left side of the rope from where I'm standing are: Khadgar, Rey, Amaya, Summer, Hera, Bob, Jason, Miguel, Peter, Zack, Clint, and Sabine! Team Blue, right side of the rope are: Tip, Mitsutada, Paris, Hannibal, Norman Astrid, Bobby, Cristina, Manfred, Kitty, Sidon, and Vanessa! I will give you five minutes to figure out your anchors and get in order."