fandomhigh | Summer Games, Wednesday Morning

Today the park was set up with the normal bleachers for observers, and also thoughtfully provided cheap plastic rain ponchos for people who wished to observe without being in the blast zone. There didn't seem to be a single adult manning any of the food stations, which could explain the choices: heavy on super spicy junk food and no salad to be seen anywhere.

The most noticeable difference from last week, though, was probably the weedy teenager with the, frankly, hilarious haircut wielding the megaphone today. He had a little ponytail and a braid looping down over his right ear. It was a lot of look. "Right!" he yelled. "So I woke up today with this set of instructions next to my bed: apparently I'm in charge of doing paintball today, which sounds surprisgly not-stupid for a school event! We're going to be in two teams, so listen for your name since I don't recognize...most of them."

He shrugged that off. Must be another weird Fandom amnesia day or something. And paintball was way more important than giant gaps in his memory, right? "Okay, this is Team Red: you wear the ugly red jumpsuits over there--" he pointed helpfully, "--and your paintball guns and don't forget your eye protection and blah blah don't poke your eyes out, etc. Team members are: Ahsoka, Verity, Kaidan, Miguel, Paris, Aloy, Vanessa, Peter, Jaylah, Peridot, Tip. Alec, Amaya, Steve, Cara, Seivarden, Tony, Sabine, Jason, Summer, and Theron."

He waited for those team members to get moving. "Okay. Team Blue is: Aphra, Astrid, Rosa, Jaina, Kanan, Eliot, Beaker, Liam, Hannibal, Manfred, Hera, Kathy, Sidon, Magnus, Uma, Cristina, Breq, Bobby, Wade, Reno, and me." He consulted his paper again, then made a face. "Okay, we were supposed to just stay in the park, but that sounds incredibly boring, so I'm going to give us five minutes to make a quick plan with our team and then say that the entire island is fair game for as long as it takes one team to take out the other team."

Complete anniliation. Surely that boded well for his future life choices! "Last man, woman, or--" his eyes drifted to Beaker, confused, "--other...standing wins for their team and gets to take home the--" he squinted at the paper again. "Terrifying fish thing?"

On cue, the fish flew into his hand. Over the past week, it had been modified again: now to smell like pumpkin spice, put off small fireworks and holographic projections of flowers with smiley faces as it flew, and telepathically project "The Song That Never Ends" into the minds of anyone too close to it.

Anakin hated this thing on sight.

"For the first time in my life, I'm considering losing," he said, staring at the fish. "Anyway! Teams, get together and plan! You have five minutes and...go!"

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Magnus, minus a beard and plus a bitchin' new backpack that was packed full of his inventory, waved at her. "You look super uncomfortable."

She was, just probably not for the reasons a normal person might think she was.

"I'm fine," she ground out to the boy who was obviously too stupid to know how to act around a Mord'Sith (even one as young and in the tail-end of her training as she was).

He was the guy who saw a two story tall bear and went 'I GOTSTA FIGHT THAT.' So.

"Cool. Cool, cool. Great. Cool and great."

The two-storey bear would probably be safer.

Cara's hand twitched towards her agiel, but no, this was a test of...something, and until she figure out what, she couldn't act hastily. "Are you lost?"

That's true. The bear ended up being pretty cool.

"I mean. Kinda? Trying to figure out what I'm doing here mostly."

Oh, she could help with that.

"Annoying me, mostly." Cara, honey, he didn't notice your warning tone when he was old enough to know better, what makes you think it'll work now?

It helped that he was a puppy deep down inside. Just a little more filled with bravado at this age.

"Not here here. But. Like. You know, on this island?"

"I doubt it's to argue philosophy."

As far as Cara was concerned it was a test, and as soon as she'd passed she'd wake up back in the temple where everything made sense.

"That's good because I'm super bad at that subject." A beat. "Unless it's discussing the merits of the song One Week by Bare Naked Ladies."

Not for the first time this conversation, Cara thought longingly of her agiel. "I'm shocked."

Magnus seemed the scholarly type, really!

He was doing his best here! It wasnt his fault he ended up in a party of all squishy magic users.

"It's a good song!"

Summer Games, Wednesday Morning

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