fandomhigh | Summer Camp Wednesday [The Docks], Wednesday, May 16, 2018, mid-morning

Anakin stood on the edge of the docks, a dozen rowboats bobbing the water around him. The clouds above were looking threatening (and kind of...not gray, which was odd), but so far the day had been dry. There was a set of bleachers (with canopies above them) set up for any spectators to cheer from, and the ambitious vendors from Mooby's were selling burgers and fries.

"Welcome to our first day of summer camp activities," Anakin yelled through the megaphone he'd acquired from...somewhere. "Our first community building activity will be a teachers versus students rowing race from here to the Isle of Ikea. The winning team receives a Big Mouth Billy Bass because I don't want it in my house any more, and all the Swedish meatballs they can eat. The losers get sore arms and the pleasure of not owning a singing fish award. In the event of a rowboat flipping, our PE instructor Steve Rogers will be out on a jet ski for rescue missions."

He looked at all the contestants. "I'll know if you're capsizing on purpose. Also, he's not that good looking. Contestants, please put on your life preservers while I call out the teams. For the students: Sabine and Beaker, Astrid and Jason, Rufus and Aloy, Theron and Tip, Norman and Khadgar, Peebee and Bobby, and Jaylah and Peridot. For the teachers: Amaya and Tony, Kanan and Magnus, Reno and Jenkins, Cara and Deadpool, and Liam and Zoe. Racers, man--or woman, or other--your ships."

Once everyone was in place, Anakin raised his hand. "On your marks, get set...go!"

...And that was when it started pouring rainbow colored-rain.

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"Meep meep meep meep!" Beaker said, moving his noodley Muppets arms as fast as he could.

It was a good thing Sabine wasn't competetive about this sort of thing because there was no way they were winning this. "Wow, its a good thing someone checked the weather first!" she said, while rowing.

"Meep, meep, meep, meep," Beaker grumbled. He looked ridiculous blue, he just knew it.

"I hear ya," she said, based on his tone alone. "This had better not actually ruin my paint job."

She was not ready for a new look!

Also she was trying to row a little faster to catch up.

Beaker gestured to Sabine's hair and meeped appreciatively. He could never pull that look off.

"Thanks. At least this I have to touch up anyway," she said. "Blue's really your color."

Beaker patted his nose and meeped appreciatively. He normally stayed in oranges, but it was nice to know he could branch out!

"Any idea what the Isle of IKEA is, anyway?" Sabine asked. Belatedly she thought this might get a weird answer.

Beaker meeped thoughtfully. The angry man with the bathrobe had mentioned meatballs, so maybe it was a restaurant?

"...Yeah, sounds about right."

She was still figuring out how to understand him, but she wasn't quite there yet.

"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, watching the waves carefully. He was still pretty convinced he was going to get eaten by something.

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