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 10

[special_rabbit]

Just as the shape of Jessica's body seemed to defy the laws of physics and logic itself, her clinging defied all possibility in getting even clingier, pressing even closer, though one hand seemed to drift up in a way to confirm the muscles assumed with such a claim.

"Then I don't have anything to worry about," Jessica all but cooed, somewhere in the vicinity of his ear (of course), "with such a big...strong man and his big...powerful sword to protect me."

Re: Create!!! - Team 10

[built_fjord_tough]

"It's... definitely... ah." Fjord cleared his throat, momentarily distracted by that roving hand. Yeah. The muscles were there, it was good to have that affirmation, wasn't it? And now there was also a falchion, in a splash of seawater as he held out his hand and called the sword into it.

"Yeah," he added, after another pause. "Nothin' to worry about at all."

He'd just get her home and that'd be that, wouldn't it? It wasn't like the forge was that far from here...