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.

Comments

Re: Do a Little Turn on the Catwalk

[myownface]

Sparkle squinted a little, and then held out his hands, clearly trying to grab words out of thin air.

"... Cleavage? Maybe they were trying to make the gremlin look like it has cleavage?"

He wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"It frightens me that it's actually kind of successful at that."

Re: Do a Little Turn on the Catwalk

[gobrookeyourself]

"This is making me think about things I don't want to think about," Brooke complained.

Like gremlin boobs.

Re: Do a Little Turn on the Catwalk

[myownface]

"And we still have eleven more teams to go," Sparkle noted. And then shrugged his bag off his shoulder and started rifling through it. "Don't worry. I brought booze."

And it wasn't even that horrifying spider vodka.

Re: Do a Little Turn on the Catwalk

[gobrookeyourself]

"Well, we're friends now," Brooke said.

Re: Do a Little Turn on the Catwalk

[myownface]

"I mean, between this and the judge sashes, it was probably meant to be."

The most fashionable friends on the island. Soon to also be the most tipsy.