Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, May 29, 2019

[sith_happened]

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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Re: Create!!! - Team 4

[can_be_more]

After enough time on Earth, Aeryn had learned one very important thing about when she didn't know what something- like puffy paint- was.

"Sure, you start."

Vital.

Re: Create!!! - Team 4

[howareyanow]

Wayne nodded, turning sharply away from Aeryn and making haste toward the supplies table with his thumbs in his belt loops, a determined stride that clearly meant business. And it was there that he discovered that there was one small hitch in his plan, though he investigated thoroughly, just to make sure.

He turned sharply away from the table and made the same sort of return back to Aeryn.

"Never mind," he said, "there appears to be no puffy paint."

He sounded surprisingly disappointed for someone who was really planning on phoning it in and for talking in what was basically just a loud monotone.