Wednesday Camp Shenanigans [Fandom Park, late afternoon]

[sith_happened]

The park today was covered in red, white, and blue bunting, and the vendors were selling hamburgers, hot dogs, and overcooked veggie patties.

Someone named Karen had brought the potato salad. It had raisins in it. WHY, KAREN.

Various portions of the park had been roped off for various activities. Anakin, wearing shorts and not robes for once--it was kriffing hot out--stood in his usual spot and wielded his megaphone. "Welcome back, everyone!" he called, waving his hand out for The Fish.

The stinky, charred wreck of a Viking funeral came hurtling from...God knows where. Anakin shuddered. "At least it's not singing so loudly any longer?" he offered to the group. "Hopefully it will go to someone who can return it to its former glory this week!"

No one wants that.

"Okay, first up is a group event: Tug of war. Listen for your name and go to the correct side of the rope." He gestured helpfully to a rope with a blue and gold ribbon hanging jauntily above a huge mud puddle. "The team that emerges victorious will then compete against each other in the potato sack races!"

He pointed just as helpfully to those sack. "And the top six finishers there will compete in the final competition: PIE EATING. Now listen up: Team Red, left side of the rope from where I'm standing are: Khadgar, Rey, Amaya, Summer, Hera, Bob, Jason, Miguel, Peter, Zack, Clint, and Sabine! Team Blue, right side of the rope are: Tip, Mitsutada, Paris, Hannibal, Norman Astrid, Bobby, Cristina, Manfred, Kitty, Sidon, and Vanessa! I will give you five minutes to figure out your anchors and get in order."

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Re: Sack Race: RACE

[sith_happened]

Ready, set, hop! Or fall over!

(The RNG declares the following winners: Norman, Sidon, Vanessa, Paris, Bobby, and Tip!)

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[always_someone]

Because this was possibly the most straightforward thing Norman had been told to do since these summer games had even started, he hopped. He hopped like the wind.

Or, well, he hopped like a kid in a potato sack who had a passing familiarity with actual, normal summer camp games. It didn't hurt that he could kind of just tune out and have at it, putting his focus on the finish line and making his way there.

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[nuclear_snide]

"Come along, TA!" Bob called out. Hey, he was out of the events already (which was probably just as well), so he might as well cheer on his favorite.

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[revengenotebook]

All of those laps with the hot PE teachers was paying off. Paris could hop!

Well, the rage of wanting that damn fish was fueling her, too.

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[white_oleander]

Was Astrid's phenomenally poor performance, her little tiny bunny hops at a snail's pace, merely a lack of ability or a very intentional less-than-half-assed attempt to make sure she didn't make it to the next round?

The world may never know.

But it could probably take a pretty good guess.

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[intotheout]

Tip didn't even actually want to win that fish. It'd just get another viking funeral if she did. But J.Lo would be so ashamed of her if she threw the competition on purpose, so she was hopping her heart out, and making great time.

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[reicicled]

Bobby had already experienced the fish. Bobby didn't particularly want the fish. But Bobby was also a teenager, which meant these events were sometimes pretty good at igniting his competitive streak. So he hopped away.

And... won? Or was in the top six, anyway.

Re: Sack Race: RACE

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada took one look at the sacks, and shook his head.

"This is not for me," he said. "I'd look ridiculous."