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: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[always_someone]

"One of their team members is a ghost," Norman mused, scratching at his cheek as he looked over at the competition. "That means they're essentially down a player. Maybe this is doable?"

Sound a little more uncertain there, Babcock.

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[white_oleander]

"There's also, you know, the big giant fish guy anchor we have," said Astrid, hitching a thumb over her shoulder toward said giant fish guy anchor. "It almost seems a little unfair."

Not that she was complaining, really. Okay, she might be complaining a little. She really didn't want to win that fish again.

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[revengenotebook]

"But it's unfair in our favor, so I'm good," Paris said, pulling her hair back into a business-like ponytail.

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[intotheout]

"You're ridiculous," Tip said, giving Paris a fond little smirk. "Right, so . . . short folks up front, big people in the back?"

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[revengenotebook]

"Or we can do it by size of bicep," Paris said, "but I think you way involves less groping."

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[deaddadsclub]

"What are they using for rope?" Cristina wanted to know. "Because I've totally seen people lose fingers to this 'game'."

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[sharp_man]

"It seems to be a standard nylon," Hannibal reported after checking it out. "Gloves would have been advised, if we'd known in advance."

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[deaddadsclub]

"I think the fingerless family used clothesline," Cristina said. "Still . . . maybe I should sit this one out."

It was bad enough she hadn't done surgery in months. She wasn't about to lose her fingers, too.

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[battlewithstyle]

"I have a spare pair of gloves if you want them," Mitsutada chimed in. "I may have lost the last one of these I participated in, but I like our chances here to win with style."

Re: Tug-of-War: PLANNING - Team Blue

[sharp_man]

"I have no intention of ending up with rope burns or covered in mud," Hannibal said. "Can I interest you in coffee? I always bring my own."