fandomhigh | Summer Camp Wednesday [The Park]

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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"Of course." Seivarden gave her a look that managed to be both amused and condescending. She had some experience of interrogating people herself.

"Then I'm going to keep on saying it," said Rosa, throwing Seivarden her absolute best fake smile, maybe even batting her eyelashes a little.

She was a professional at breaking people down; they usually paid her to do it. Seivarden was getting it for free.

"Oh? Why?" Seivarden offered a similar smile in return.

"Because annoying you," said Rosa, so sweet she thought she was going to throw up, "is one of the few simple joys this garbage dump island has to offer."

...was there booze at this event? Rosa was going to really need some booze about right now.

"Should I be flattered?" Seivarden said, sounding almost amused.

She was sort of flattered.

"Or should I take it as an example of how boring this place is?"

There should be booze.

"Definitely do not flatter yourself," snorted Rosa. "This stupid place could make even a turd look shiny."

"I would have phrased it differently," Seivarden said, in the polite, condescending way a Radchaai with her background usually had perfected, "But I think we've found one thing we agree on."

And there came the nausea, making Rosa scrunch up her face. "Gross," she said, starting to turn away. "I'm leaving now. To somewhere that's not..." a space of vague, blossoming amenability, "here."

"That's probably a good idea," Seivarden said, failing to notice that they were agreeing on that too, and she could have made a point of it. "Or we'll soon end up agreeing on..."

She tried to think of something. "...that swords are useless compared to guns."

Rosa had to be on team swords. She probably just hadn't found her way to the park on Fridays yet.

Rosa stopped in her tracks, whipping around like Seivarden had personally insulted her. "Of course swords are useless compared to guns!"

Sure, swords were more fun, but that wasn't what she'd said.

"Now you're just lowballing it just to find things for us to agree on!"

Why she would do such a thing was just mystifying.

"What next? That we agree that water is wet?"

Then again, she didn't seem to tea was anything more than water, so...

"That doesn't count."

"What?!" Seivarden looked insulted. She made a gesture with her hand. "People here like swords. There's a 'play with swords' meeting in the park on Fridays. I'm not sure anyone uses the shooting range but me."

She needed the practice, among other things.

"Why wouldn't I think you prefer swords? You don't even like tea!"

"How are those two things even remotely related?" Rosa argued, and was feeling so much better now that they were disagreeing. The agreeable thing was just too...weird. She couldn't deal with that right now, but this, this she almost liked.

Which was something else entirely.

"If anything, swords and tea go together more, because of samurai and shit. And I don't use the shooting range because I don't need to."

Also, she didn't know there was one. Now that she did, however...sure, she was officially decorated for her firearm use, but that was no reason to let it get rusty on this trash heap.

"But a well aimed gun can kill a person instantly at a distance. Good luck getting that kind of consistency out a sword."

"Don't need to practice?" Seivarden snorted. "I've spent thirty years as an officer and I've never met anyone who didn't. It usually makes people better, and as I'm guessing the most difficult thing you've had to deal with recently is ordering someone to help me save my cat..."

She gestured with her hand. It had probably been very difficult to order someone to help her.

Edited 2018-05-26 21:35 (UTC)

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