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fandomhigh2019-05-15 12:40 pm
sith_happened) wrote in fandomhigh2019-05-15 12:40 pm
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Camp Shenanigans [Wednesday, May 15, 2019]
With the dinosaurs out and about, Anakin decided that getting students eaten was not a great idea if he couldn't specify which ones, plus liability and the school board and the paperwork, so everyone was shoved inside of the community center instead.
"Today we're pretending like it's raining and cold!" Anakin declared through the megaphone which was super unnecessary inside. Sorry, everyone's ears. "We have several stations of craft projects and games, many of which will make reappearances later this summer so get good at them."
Especially the macramé. Just sayin'.
"Today is about learning and not competing, for once, so take your time, meet the other people on the island, and make a better loincloth for Tino or something." Anakin shuddered. Radio had been scarring, though not as scarring as being in Caritas, apparently.
"...and go!"
The megaphone, predictablY, shrieked horribly as he turned it off.
"Today we're pretending like it's raining and cold!" Anakin declared through the megaphone which was super unnecessary inside. Sorry, everyone's ears. "We have several stations of craft projects and games, many of which will make reappearances later this summer so get good at them."
Especially the macramé. Just sayin'.
"Today is about learning and not competing, for once, so take your time, meet the other people on the island, and make a better loincloth for Tino or something." Anakin shuddered. Radio had been scarring, though not as scarring as being in Caritas, apparently.
"...and go!"
The megaphone, predictablY, shrieked horribly as he turned it off.
Re: Macramé
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Fjord glanced down at him.
Tied another knot.
Squinted a little.
"You, ah, need someone to cut you outta that or somethin', there?"
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Fjord glanced at his... collection of knots. And then sighed, setting it down on the craft table and moving to crouch by Beaker, pulling a dagger from its sheath.
"You gonna stay still?"
Because Fjord also had little interest in bleeding today, Beaker.
Re: Macramé
Beaker, he doesn't want your wallet.
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Fjord did not speak Meep. He was shaking his head and grabbing a handful of macrame, though, cutting it away by the handful with a few deft motions of the blade.
"How the hell did you manage this, anyway?"
Fjord, did you really want that answer?
... Did you think even for a second that you'd comprehend it?
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"Meep meep MEEP meep meep meep meep meep--" Beaker began, and just kept going. For a whiiiile.
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They were not immediate regrets. They held off for about ten to fifteen meeps, at least. But he did, in fact, develop some regrets, that just kind of set in lightly and grew as the story went on.
... But at least by the time Beaker was done, he'd managed to cut his way through the worst of the rope? So there was that?
"You, ah, you don't say."
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Which was just what you wanted near a guy with a knife.
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Fjord hissed between his teeth as that arm started waving around, reeling backwards with the dagger in his hand, and briefly considered maybe just tying Beaker up again for his own good.
"Careful!"
Would people see that as heroics or a hostage situation?
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"Meeeep!"
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"Okay, we're puttin' the dagger away," he said, going to do exactly that, "and I'm gonna just untie the last of those knots, okay?"
Fjord.
Fjord, this was an excellent way to get yourself tied to a Muppet.
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"Meep," Beaker agreed sheepishly.
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... Actually, there seemed to be more now than he had started with.
What.
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"Meep meep meep meep," Beaker said.
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Fjord frowned and attempted to pull his hand away from the knot he was working with.
A large tangle of rope came with it.
"... The fuck?"
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"That doesn't even make sense," Fjord complained, diving in with his other hand and trying to use it to disentangle the first.
It did not work according to plan at all.
"How are both stuck now!?"
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Yes, at least you weren't on fire, Beaker. Very reassuring.
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"... That doesn't make me feel much better."
Fjord said this, and he still didn't actually understand what Beaker said.
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