Summer Camp Wednesday [The Park]

[sith_happened]

Today's beautiful weather was made for sitting outside and doing craft projects, which was good, because that's what you were doing. A number of tables were set up around the park, each filled with macrame and micro macrame--which was a thing Anakin had learned this week-- supplies: cording of various colors, beads, crystals, and other bits of shiny things (though the supplies were getting depleted as the squirrels kept stealing them), and a few macrame patterns mostly for dresses and other clothing-like items.

Even more worryingly, there was a runway set out down the middle of the area, along with two chairs set aside for judges.

"Right!" Anakin said, yelling into his bullhorn again. "Today you will be working in teams under a one-hour time limit to create a piece of macrame fashionwear. It does not have to be very large--it's not going to be for any of you to wear. The dimensions are provided at your stations, and the models will be arriving shortly."

Anyone have a bad feeling about that? Good.

"This week's winners will win the highly coveted Billy the Bass singing fish--" he glanced around. "Where'd that kriffing thing get off to?" He raised his hand and the fish, propelled by its own power and shrieking Sabatoge flew in from...somewhere.

"...that was odd." He glared at the assembled crowd. "Please refrain from stealing the fish until after the winner is determined this week. Listen carefully for your name and then join your team. You will have an hour to learn how to macrame and then your models will arrive and parade down the catwalk. The winners will be determined by our fashion experts Sparkle and Brooke. Your teams are as follows:

Paris, Seivarden, and Astrid
Peter, Sabine, and Tip
Jason, Ahsoka, and Norman
Verity, Aphra, and Rosa
Bobby, Mitsutada, and Hardison
Liam, Miguel, and Uma
Hannibal, Cristina, and Rufus
Steve, Yang, and Sidon
Amaya, Kitty, and Beaker
Hera, Kanan, and Breq
Jono, Kathy, and Rey
Eliot and Ino

You may begin...now."

And a giant glowing timer that Anakin had gotten from...somewhere... began ticking down the hour.

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Re: Arrive and Mingle

[intraspective]

"Telepathic, definitely."

As a telepath herself, Ino was pretty sure that'd up the annoyance factor by a million.

"And I like holographic thing." She considered that. "We'd need to add glitter in there somewhere, though. It's Fandom tradition."

And a glitter-spewing, telepathic, flying, screaming fish would make everyone want it, right?

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[what_the_shock]

"Hm. I'll have to get a few parts from back home; I don't think there are circuits here for that yet," Miguel said. "The holographs are easy. How do want it to keep up the glitter? It'll have to get it from somewhere; I'm not sure how much room in there there is for it."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[intraspective]

"I can make room in it," Ino said, after thinking about it. "I make--sealing scrolls. Holding an appalling amount of glitter wouldn't need a big one, maybe a few centimeters. But I'd have to figure out how to get it to spew the glitter from that."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[what_the_shock]

"Oh, nice. Magic's great when physics get in the way." Miguel never got that whole 'scientists hate magic' thing. Sure, when it was screwing things up, but sometimes you just needed a fish to spew glitter nonstop.

"Not a problem." He nodded toward the fish. "We'll have to see how much machinery's in there already, but worse comes to worst, we can add a strip around it lengthwise to expand the body."

He glanced at her. "So how do you propose we get the thing?"

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[intraspective]

She'd argue it wasn't magic at all, but Ino was more interested in getting the fish than in arguments.

"There's an awful lot of people around," she mused. "If we did it here, we'd be more obvious. But if we waiting 'till the winner took it home, we'd have to break and enter."

Which didn't bother Ino, like, at all.

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[what_the_shock]

"Unfortunately that makes reconnaissance a bit hard, since we don't know who'll win." Miguel shrugged. "We'll have to see how it goes, I guess. Maybe it'll be someone without too much security."

They should be so lucky.

"I can scale walls at least," he mentioned. Then, when that brought up another memory, "Uh...I may have let slip about the engagement thing? Didn't realize it was a secret, and the guy said he was your friend..."