Fandom Library, Wednesday, July 30

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

The last thing Arden remembered before her sudden finching was the library being a complete wreck, so she was very grateful to discover that, at some point in the intervening two weeks, someone or something had cleaned it all up. She couldn't swear that the mess had been the reason for her transformation, but she couldn't completely disregard the possibility, either. Today, however, that seemed unlikely to be a concern either way; the library was spotless. In fact, the circulation desk was practically gleaming in the light.

Hey, wait a minute--

Arden marched over to the desk and examined it closely. Yep, someone had smeared Vaseline on the surface of it. And there were thumbtacks on the chair she normally sat in. And a bucket was perched precariously over the door to Mr. Constantine's office.

Someone had been in the mood for pranks, it appeared.

[ocdless!]

Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday mid-morning

[sith_happened]

It was...well, not Tatooine hot because the humidity was so high that Anakin felt like he could chew the air...but that sweet spot of unbearable that Maryland got as July slid into August and no one with a modicum of sense was going to be outside.

(Well, a few were outside, and Anakin knew better than to wonder if Jaina had any sense.)

He'd turned the park into an ode to summer water activities. The slip 'n slides were back, spewing water instead of alcoholic beverages, and aimed at landing in the pond. There was an arsenal of water guns waiting for all takers, an ice cream truck with an incredibly loud, incredibly perky song that wouldn't.stop.playing (maybe if you threatened them with the water guns?) and free treats for anyone who asked, and a beach volleyball court set up because there was always (generally one of the Steves, sometimes both of the Steves) needing some sort of ridiculously athletic activity to participate in.

Anakin, for his part, had ditched the Jedi robes in favor of shorts (oh, the legs, they were so pale), sunglasses, and a trashy sci-fi novel, and was sitting by the pond with his feet in the water with no bullhorn or horrifying t-shirt pile to be seen.

"Relax," he told everyone as they arrived. "There's no trick today."

That would probably not stop people for looking for the trick, but that was because they'd known Anakin for more than ten minutes.