fandomhigh | Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Given the terrible, pounding headache of a bad feeling that this location was giving Anakin, he almost cancelled the shenanigans for the week. But then he decided that if people were really looking for a distraction, he should provide it.

Today's shenanigans were being held in the school auditoriam--Anakin would grant townies temporary access to the school building in order to keep the students from wandering further from the dorms than absolutely necessary--and seemed to be revolving around several thousand ballpit balls in the center of the auditorium.

And laundry baskets.

And scooters.

"Welcome to Sentient Lifeform Hungry Hungry Hippos!" Anakin yelled through his megaphone. "Everyone will be divided into four teams. You will then pair up into beings on their stomach holding the laundry baskets and people pushing them by their legs. Every team will cycle through all of their players. The team with the most balls at the end wins! Come pick up your t-shirts!"

Because of course there were t-shirts.

TEAM SALMON
Fjord
Lana
Aeryn
Billy
Amaya
Ben

TEAM OLIVE
Kitty
Summer
Hera
Kanan
Paris
Mitsutada

TEAM BURNT UMBER
Rosa
Beaker
Shuri
Nina
Sabine
Wayne

TEAM URINE
Sidon
Okuyasu
Juillenne
Iris (Ino)
Liam
Peter

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TEAM SALMON: Fjord pushes Lana
TEAM OLIVE: Kitty pushes Mitsutada
TEAM BURNT UMBER: Wayne pushes Shuri
TEAM URINE: Peter pushes Iris (Ino)

[OOC: RNG says that SALMON gets the most, followed by OLIVE, BURNT UMBER, and URINE.]

"All right, ready?" Kitty asked.

This was going to be weird.

"As ready as I can be," Mitsutada said, getting down onto the scooter. "I might be at a slight disadvantage."

He wasn't really, he was making excuses because he was certain he wasn't going to be good at this.

"That's okay, what's important is you try to kick their butts," Kitty said, bending to grab his ankles.

So weird.

"I'm going to avoid kicking at all possible, really," Mitsutada said, taking her far too literally.

He was going to do his best, but really, he was more trying to look his best while doing it, which was a little hard, given the circumstances.

"Awright," Fjord drawled, looking at the whole... situation. "This doesn't seem too hard. I just push you around, you catch the balls? Where the hell's the challenge?"

Fjord didn't know it yet, but he'd someday be very accomplished at gathering balls.

"Presumably it's harder than it looks." Lana was also dubious. And not above cheating with the Force.

Which would suit them just fine, this round, wouldn't it?

"Can't be that fuckin' hard. Grab the balls, take a break, swap off, grab more balls." He shrugged. "And if we lose, we're just not winners. Ain't like there's prizes for this shit."

... That was for the best, Fjord.

"I don't plan on losing," Lana said firmly. "Right, come on." She settled herself and picked up the basket.

Fjord shrugged, and then reached for her ankles.

"Well, then let's show 'em how it's done."

How it was done was by half-closing her eyes, then scooping balls towards them with the Force as Lana lowered the basket. What? It hadn't been forbidden.

"Right, then, Shuri," Wayne said, with a nod and perhaps even the start of a grin because it was just proven now that they worked pretty well together (and they hadn't gotten to their other round, yet), "pitter-patter, let's get at 'er."

[[now in the right round, smh]]

"We have never done anything like this in Wakanda," she said, settling herself warily onto the scooter. "How bored are you in America?"

Well. They had been working pretty well together....

"Fuck should I know?" Wayne asked, with an offended little squint. "Go ask an American.

"Wouldn't surprise me, though," he added after a moment. "Degen country doesn't even have All-Dressed Chips..."

He had a friend, even, who would be legitimately surprised they even had indoor plumbing down here, but, to be faiiirrrrr.....a lot of things legitimately surprised Dary.

He watched as Shuri tried to get herself situated, getting the basket ready to hand over to her once she seemed set.

Shuri did a quick wriggle to make sure she was centered on the board and then held out her hand for the basket, bending her legs up for the...handle thing...for Wayne to steer. "Let's do this!"

Well, it was a good thing Shuri'd said something when she was ready, since Wayne was descretely going to look away the moment she started wriggling, which was still a bit too late, realleh, but he tried, and once he figured it was safe, he nodded, squared himself into position, and took hold in a firm and assured grip.

"Let's go!" he said and pushed forward.

Easier than pushing a wheelbarrow full of picked stones, that's for sure, but it didn't take him more than a few steps to decide that this whole thing was pert'near spare parts, right here.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Shuri cried. "This is fun!"

Remember to get the balls, Shuri.

Wayne certainly hadn't forgotten.

"The balls, Shuri!" he barked, pulling her back a little and then pushing forward again, in a move that brought to mind redirecting a vacuum cleaner, just a bit. "Get the balls!"

And then Wayne realized that that was a thing he just said, and, well, he didn't know how he felt about that.

"I remembered!"

After Wayne reminded her, but details!

She dropped her laundry basket over a good chunk of them and said, "Okay, I've got some! I think!"

"This is weird as hell," Iris said, as her hair braided itself up around her head. "Way, way weirder than the shit goin' on outside."

"Not as objectionable, but definitely weird," Peter agreed. He eyed the scooter. "How do we do this?"

Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 12, 2019

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