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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"I figured you were sufficiently intelligent to find me," Rufus said, which was... not as rude as he could be. "Besides, I've never done this before and prioritized learning what it entailed over locating you."

He raised his eyebrow right back at her.

"Have you done this before?"

"Condescend much?" Aloy asked. Sort of mildly, for her habits. "But no. I haven't. We don't have water this deep where I'm from."

"I haven't even started condescending you," Rufus said dryly. "When I do, you'll know."

Rufus was generally not subtle when he decided someone wasn't worth his time.

"Did you want to see what you're expected to be able to handle? Or would you prefer to just wing it?"

And Aloy had an incredibly low tolerance for any kind of condescension whatsoever. "I've seen it," she said, "But seeing something only tells you that much. We won't be winning this race this time, unless everyone else is as inexperienced as we are."

He shrugged his agreement.

"Losing is a state of mind," Rufus said, tucking his PHS away. "Besides, while I could think of someone who could use the fish, I don't really want it."

"And figuring out how to do this might be useful later," Aloy said, turning to look towards the boats.

"In that we can agree."

Rufus was all for picking up random skills that no one expected him to know.

He cast an eye up at the sky.

"Shall we see if we can get started before it rains?"

"Might as well," Aloy said, and turned, braids flying, to walk to the boat.

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