fandomhigh | Summer Games: Wednesday, The Park [morning]

"Good morning!" Anakin yelled into the megaphone from the small platform he had erected in the park. "Students, please listen for your names and find your partner or partners as your name is called: Sidon and Aloy; Jason and Rey; Bobby and Paris; Ahsoka and Uma; Theron and Peridot; Astrid and Norman; Tip, Sabine and Beaker."

Once the students were in place, Anakin held up a sheaf of paper in his hand. "Today, with the help of the proprietors in town, we're conducting a Scavenger Hunt. You have a very long list: You must find 15 of the items from that list and either take a picture or video of yourselves completing the tasks. Whoever completes their 15 in the shortest amount of time will win the coveted, terrifying, singing fish," he said, holding his hand out for it to fly to him. It was still shrieking Sabotage as it flew, but now it also rained confetti on anyone close enough to be in its flight path. As Anakin held it, it treated the entire group to holographic footage of Theron being chased by a Roomba.

You're welcome, Theron.

"Right," Anakin said slowly. "Someone come take this thing from me as quickly as possible. On your marks, get set, go."

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Cristina had been planning to avoid Fandom's Events like the plague after getting involuntarily roped into the last one. But there was literally nothing to do on this island, and she didn't do not doing anything well when she wasn't, you know, actively traumatized. So she ended up in the park. At least they had coffee.

She took a sip and promptly spit it back into her cup. "Oh my god, what is this? Green glucola?" She shook her head and handed the cup back. "Give me real coffee. You people should be ashamed."

"A woman after my own heart." Miguel toasted her with his black coffee. "I have no idea what that green stuff is, apart from awful."

"And possibly actually toxic," Cristina said, investigating her replacement coffee suspiciously before taking a cautious sip. "Americans consume enough sugar as it is. That much sweetness should be reserved for diagnostic testing alone."

"The sugar, hell," Miguel answered with a snort. "The green alone shouldn't be used for anything else. It'd probably make a perfect diagnostic dye."

"Only if it glows," Cristina said with a small snort. "It does look like it might be radioactive, doesn't it."

"I'd stand back just in case," Miguel said, deadpan. He glanced at the cup in his hand. "Hopefully it hasn't affected the coffee."

"If it has, we'll just pump your stomach." She sounded far to cheerful at the thought. That wasn't even surgical.

"Worth it for coffee." He wouldn't take her up on the offer, though.

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