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Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Even Anakin wasn't going to invite the entire town to stand outside in radiation and next to a bomb just for a day of competition (though yes, he had considered in for a hot minute). Today's event was being held in the community center and the flickering lights and general malaise just kind of added to what would be the world's weirdest fashion show.

Because, yes, there was a catwalk set up down the center, currently being sat upon by a small herd (committee? Murder?) of gremlins.

"Today we will reprise last year's highly popular gremlin fashion show," Anakin yelled into the completely unnecessary bullhorn.

It was only popular if you'd talked to Sparkle and Brooke, who'd been judges last year, but details. "You will be paired up!" Anakin continued. "You will have a variety of crafting supplies including macrame patterns, felt, rope, yarn, glue, staplers, and stun guns!"

Stun guns were craft supplies if you squinted? Maybe?

"You will have a half hour to create your masterpiece, another fifteen minutes to fit your model into it without getting bitten--" so good luck with that, "and then send him, her, or them down the runway for our guest judges to assess your work!"

He gestured at the chairs next to the runway. "Please welcome--" he frowned as Beaker handed him the list, "--Sparkle, Brooke, Keyleth, and..Camden."

This wasn't exactly what he meant when he'd asked Beaker to round up some catty judges. Oh well!

"Listen for your names!"

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"Well, this could've worked out worse," Fjord mused, turning a grin Amaya's way. "Looks like we get to exercise our fashion skills this week, hm?"

... Fjord's armor was cobbled together from multiple armor pieces and it was possible that he'd stolen the red rope on them from somebody's curtains or something, so sure, this would go great.

Amaya couldn't help being a bit delighted to hear who she was partnered up with for this one, herself, returning the grin easily. She was a little sleepy from a long night, but it wasn't anything that a cup of coffee, cleaning up the Crumbler that morning, and the thrill of competition could fix right up.

"That we do," she agreed. "Plus, we already know we work well together, so already, there's an advantage. And this is the one I was telling you your knot skills would come in handy for. Last year, it was just the macrame; looks like they expanded the options a bit this time around, though."

"Yeah, nothin' like a little..." Fjord wrinkled his nose a little, "mauve," his old nemesis, "to really broaden horizons."

Get over it, buddy. You looked great in mauve.

"But knots, I can do," he added, a little more pleasantly. "You have somethin' in mind for this thing already?"

And great out of it, but that was none of Amaya's business.

"Well," her head tilted thoughtfully, "naturally, my first inclination is something like armor, but that's what I did last year. So I think, maybe, especially after seeing how well those cat clothes turned out, I could take on something a little fancier than all that, if you've got any particular inclination. Gremlin's only a bit bigger than a cat, really...

"Also," she added, since she figured Fjord deserved the update, "those cat clothes did not work at all."

For either of their hopeful purposes.

Well, that got a blink and a chuckle out of Fjord, at least.

"And here I didn't get to see her wearing them. I'd say that's a damn shame, but I really am a fan of bein' able to breathe," he mused. "What did you end up puttin' on her? We can do somethin' like it for the gremlin, if you figure it'll be trend-setting."

And possibly also because Fjord just really wanted to be able to picture what it was Amaya had stuffed Seivarden into during her cat period.

Well, of course Amaya had gotten pictures. You didn't put a friend in tiny clothes when they were a cat and not take pictures. Of course, there was the moral quandry of whether or not said friend would really appreciate that there were pictures and that other eyes had seen said pictures, but before she got to any of that, she had to ask one very important question.

"...including the gloves?" she ventured.

They were sort of the piece that tied the whole ensemble together, after all.

"Especially the gloves," Fjord confirmed.

It was important.

Amaya knew you'd understand, Fjord! And she laughed, shaking her head. "I suppose," she mused, "I could recreate it easily enough with the t-shirt material, though perhaps we'll have to utilize your knotwork at least on the fancy jacket, because it would be a shame to not put that to good use. So, I suppose the next question is...how do you feel about your gremlin-measurement-taking skills?"

"Well... I'd have to say that's something I've never actually done before..." Fjord looked over at the gremlins with a frown. "... They look like naked-ass goblins, Amaya. I can honestly say I have no damn clue how to go about takin' the measurements of a naked-ass goblin."

Someday he would meet Nott, and... would become no more enlightened than before, really.

Amaya...really didn't appreciate the fact that now she was thinking about naked-ass goblins, Fjord, but, at the same time, he probably wasn't wrong. She certainly hoped she never had the chance to find out.

Someday one would hope to englighten her on that, and...no. Just...no.

"I'd like to say it's about the same as takin' the measurements of a naked-ass anything," she reasoned, "but it is a bit more complicated than just that, so I'll handle the measurements. Yesterday with the Crumbler got my fighting spirit all riled up anyway, so if it tries any funny business, I'll just put 'em out right in its naked-ass face."

Or they could use the stun guns provided, but, hey, what fun was that?

"That knot work might take a bit more time than the rest of it, anyway."

"Hopefully it'll be a little easier going than the water balloons were last week," Fjord replied, smiling a little bit lopsidedly. "Looks like it'll have to be on a smaller scale than I'm used to, but at least I got a bit of experience in at that size the other week."

At Arts and Crafts day.

And Amaya, who was eyeing the potential models and trying to determine which one might give her the least amount of trouble in the end, feeling perhaps they were all trouble and starting to wonder how important accurate measurements really were and perhaps she could really just eyeball it at this point?, glanced back with a faint grin of her own.

"Yeah, you had a bit of trouble with those, didn't you?" she said. "But you tried your best. Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I might go elsewhere if I've got any water balloons that need handling."

...and boy, was she glad there was established context for that one once it came out of her mouth.

Her attention was going right back to those gremlins, because one shouldn't take their attention from gremlins for too long, anyway. "Alright, then, which one of you if feeling particularly fancy and civilized today, hmm? Lemme size you up a bit so I can know what I'm working with."

"There's a real nice bit of knotwork in it for you if you do," Fjord called over helpfully as he started to gather up lengths of cord for the cause. "Real fancy, for sure."

It was much easier than talking about handling water balloons, okay?

Much easier!

And it seemed to have worked, too, as one of the gremlin suddenly seemed very into whatever it was Fjord and Amaya were going to do, giving a grin that...may have given Amaya pause for a moment, that slight feeling of regret and also definitely leaning toward giving her attention to detail especially in her own workmanship no matter what it was for a pass.

"Oh, okay," she said, holding out her hands almost as if to stop the little guy as he started hurrying forward, maybe taking a few tentative steps back, "no rush, take your time, that's probably close enough, actually, you're just a little guy, I think I can work with cat measurements fine enou--!"

And that's when the all-too-eager gremlin took its chance, leaping forward, and that's when Amaya probably did the worst thing she could have done, which was meet that leap with a punch, which knocked that gremlin to the ground just fine, but just opened her up for another going in while she was distracted for that nice little bit of her leg between where her skirt started and her boots ended.

WHich gave her just enough time to hiss out an "Ah, zards!" before the teeth really sunk in and Amaya gave it a swift boot while she was, briefly, not for much longer, somewhat still Amaya .

The word that came out of Fjord's mouth as he realized what must have happened was far less polite than 'zards.'

It was followed by a moment's hesitation, and then he was tentatively making his way over to make certain everything was okay over there.

"I, ah, I'm afraid to ask why we're havin' a 'zards' situation here, Amaya."

Bent over the way she was as if to nurse the small stab of pain that seemed to already be fading from her leg, Jessica Rabbit really had no choice but to straighten up as slowly and sensually as she could, dragging her hand along the (not nearly as) exposed leg she only thought was peaking out of the dangerously high slit in her dress. And once she was up, she could really only throw back her shoulders a little, exmphasizing the (apparently) impossible curves of her body as she threw back the long curtain of red hair that was not actually covering her face, and settled a smouldering look on Mr. Tall, Green, and Handsome over there.

"It seems as if maybe something...got me," she said, voice still with her usual huskiness, but it was...breathier, lighter, smoother. "But it seems to be getting..." There was a lingering, suggestive pause, "...much better now."

Better enough to saunter forward, anyway, to try to get....irresistably closer.

... Fjord was skeptical about that, Amaya. Got you, yes. Better?

...

"Ah," he replied, and apparently it was possible for a grown man's voice to crack on a single syllable. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Well, that's, uh."

He... wasn't sure just what it was. It was probably not conducive to playing gremlin dressup, though.

"That's a relief," he offered, hoping that he'd picked the right noun, there.

"Such a relief," Jessica agreed, working that deep breath of air and the slow sigh to go along with it for all it was worth, not a single inch of shoulders and chest seemed to go unaccounted for. And now that there was hardly any more room to saunter forward, she went to place a hand on his chest and lean in to make up for whatever space was still uncovered.

She couldn't help it, really. She was just drawn that way...

"And who might you be," she asked, looking up, which was a little new for her, she (thought she) was usually taller than most people, her eyes wide and soulful and full of all sorts of completely unintential intention, "big fella?"

And that would be Fjord, ticking through eight fake names in his head in a panic before reminding himself that this was Amaya, she was just under the, uh, influence, and she'd be back to her normal self before too long. Hopefully.

"The name's, ah, Fjord, ma'am," he said, maybe just that tiny bit wide-eyed, right there. "Pleasure."

For the record, that was simply a polite affectation, and not a request.

"I assure you, Mr. Fjord," Jessica's shoulders shifted as if to help emphasize her complete, smouldering sincerity, "the pleasure...is all mine."

And she let that, much like everything else about her, linger for a luxuriant moment before asking, "I don't suppose you could help a poor girl like me find her way around a place like this, could you, Mr. Fjord? I'm looking for a dick.

"A private dick," she added, after just long enough of a breathy pause, and she pulled herself away dramatically, hands almost protectively at her ample bosom. "My dear husband's gone missing, and I'm afraid only a detective will be able to help me find him."

Fjord's mouth opened.

And shut.

And then opened again.

And shut... again.

And then he cleared his throat.

"As, ah, fate would have it, the island's got a few of those on it."

Dicks? Detectives? His brain wasn't firing on all cylinders at the moment.

"So you can help me!" Jessica turned back, fueled by this promising prospect, all toss-hair and come-hither shifts of her shoulders. "I knew it, from the moment I laid eyes on you," and those eyes were laying all over him again like a satin sheet, and there was her soft, delicate hand, finding it his chest once more as if drawn like a magnet, "that you could help me find..." And somehow, her voice managed to find a slightly lower, slightly sultrier octave, and her body sought to eliminate any of that pesky space between them again, "exactly what I need."

Fjord was reasonably certain what she needed was to be locked in a closet or something until this was out of her system. As it stood, he was mostly just nodding. A very fervent, maybe slightly panicked nod, eyes darting toward the Community Center door.

...

"Well, if you, ah, want an assist," he hedged, "I can show you the way. You'll wanna stay close. Never know what's lurking streets like those on days like this."

Especially on days like this.

Sorry, Amaya. He understood that winning these things was a goal of yours, buuuuuut you kept touching his chest and it was making his whole entire brain turn inside-out.

Jessica clearly had absolutely no problems with staying close, Fjord, even as her eyes followed his toward the door. "Oh, yes," she agreed huskily. "Yes, of course. We've probably wasted too much time already."

She did not seem to be in any particular hurry to separate, though, lingering the way she did before finally twisting away, making the most out of all the arching and curving her body was capable of as she moved, including a wave of hair that seemed directly intended for his face.

And there was absolutely not an ounce of hurry in the slow, hip-swaying steps she started taking toward the door once she had moved away from Fjord, or in the pause she took to look over her shoulder becomingly to ensure that he was following. "You are coming...aren't you?"

"Not terribly likely," Fjord mumbled under his breath. A little more loudly, he added, "Right behind you, Ma'am."

Which, uh, wouldn't be conducive to getting her to the proper place at all.

"... Beside you," he amended. "Right beside you."

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