Summer Games [Wednesday]

[sith_happened]

A fully grown Anakin Skywalker was back in his normal spot in the park, megaphone in hand. In addition to the normal bleachers, the park had a number of tables set out with an inordinate amount of craft sticks and hot glue guns.

More worryingly, there was a giant bullseye spray-painted onto the grass.

"Welcome back!" Anakin said, absolutely blustering past the part where last week he'd been 17 years old with a deeply regrettable haircut. "Today you will be building catapults out of craft sticks and glue! It must be capable of propelling a meter tall object towards that bullseye--" he pointed to the grass helpfully. "Whichever team comes closest to hitting the buillseye gets to keep the fish for the week. Do not tank on purpose just because you don't want the fish!"

He glared at everyone to make his displeasure known about that. "You have an hour and a half to work on and complete your design! Please listen for your name to know which group you belong to! Group One: Peter, Norman, Kitty, and Paris. Group Two: Hannibal, Liam, Astrid, and Kanan. Group Three: Sabine, Rosa, Jono, and Tip. Group Four: Zack, Ahsoka, Cristina, and Verity. Group Five: Steve, Bobby, Cara, and Miguel. Group Six: Sidon, Hera, Rey, Amaya, and Uma."

[OOC: EDITED TO ADD: There are also rubber bands, rope, buckets, cloth, macrame gremlin ensembles, and other moddable stuff hiding under the tables. I totally remembered. Really. Cough.]

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Re: Arrive and Mingle!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon was there, of course, with the Fish tucked under his arm, trailing water from being essentially waterlogged in a giant tank for the entire week. "Well," he said, holding it out once he got to the park and the edge of the activities, expecting Master Skywalker to call it back to him at any moment, "it appears that it is our time to say farewell. It has been an honor to have you in my possession, Songbird of the Sea, and may the next victor treat you well and show you the respect such an elaborate and unique piece of machinery such as yourself deserves. I will miss your company, but I am glad that someone else will get to enjoy your marvelously bizarre presence."

And, for one last time, he pressed the button and closed his eyes to enjoy.

Technically, yes, it was still playing music. Just music that sounded like it was still coming from 20,000 leagues under.