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

[1000yearstoolate]

"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!"

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[died8yearsago]

"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."

Re: Arrive and Mingle

[1000yearstoolate]

"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.