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: Aeryn pushes Billy
TEAM OLIVE: Paris pushes Kanan
TEAM BURNT UMBER: Rosa pushes Beaker
TEAM URINE: Sidon pushes Juillenne

[RNG declares BURNT UMBER triumphant, followed by OLIVE, SALMON, and URINE.]

"Let's go, let's go, time's wasting!"

Paris took this stuff entirely too seriously.

Kanan rolled his eyes a little at that.

"I'm going," he replied. Possibly going a half-step more slowly than he otherwise might. Because somebody didn't take to being bossed around well.

"You are moving slowly on purpose," she declared, stomping her foot. "Don't you have any team pride of people who were randomly shoved together for the Dean's amusement?"

"I'm not terribly invested in amusing the Dean," Kanan replied, hiking up a shoulder. "So, you're pushing, I'm swinging the... laundry basket around?"

Look at him, getting onto that scooter. See, there you go. Team pride!

Ish.

"Yep," Paris said. "You have to collect the balls in it and then I run you back. Didn't you watch what Kitty did?"

No one was paying that much attention, Paris.

"Nope," Kanan replied, almost cheerfully. "Mostly I was busy laughing at the poor people on Team Urine."

Seriously, olive was what he wore on a typical day anyway. This week, he was doing just fine.

"Okay, that's fair," Paris admitted. "But now it's time to grab some balls!"

Paris.

Kanan opened his mouth. Paused a moment. Shut his mouth again. And then shrugged.

"Okay," he said, picking up the laundry basket and making sure he was good and situated. "Let's do this."

... Ball grabbing.

Not dirty, unless Kanan fell off the scooter and grabbed something very wrong.

"Okay, just like a three legged race but on wheels," Paris muttered, grabbing Kanan's ankles and shoving.

"With a laundry basket, racing to gather balls," Kanan agreed, hefting the basket up and swinging it out to try to catch a bunch of those. "At least it's straightforward."

Convoluted. But straightforward at the same time.

"Right," Paris said. "It's a kids game with hippos, normally."

Beat.

"Plastic ones, not live ones." She stopped moving. "He's not going to bring out live ones, is he?"

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"All right, we're winning this," said Aeryn.

They were not winning this.

"This is really uncomfortable," Billy noted as he arranged himself on the scooter.

They were totally not winning this.

"It's a short amount of time," Aeryn told him, moving to grab his legs.

Suck it up, buttercup, maybe.

Jules got herself situated on the scooter and glanced back at Sidon. "Ready?"

Sidon took a moment to look down (and down and down) at Juillenne on her little tiny scooter and wondered if this would be better done if he was on his knees...

Luckily, his back had gotten incredibly used to stooping down (and down and down!) very often by now, so he actually managed to make it not too awkward.

...nope, this was still going to be very...awkward.

"Ready!" he said. "But I must warn you...there are times when I don't quite know my own strength, and I am very strong, so please be sure to let me know if I'm pushing too hard."

"I will," Jules informed him. "You sure you're okay back there?"

Camden, meanwhile, was staring at the pile of balls with an intensity that anyone who'd ever met a cat (of any size) would surely recognize, tail twitching back and forth.

"....yes," Sidon said, though he didn't sound very confident about it, and then he adjusted his grip a little, perhaps gripped a little too tightly before remembering that he should probably watch his claws, laughed a little, and adjusted again.

"Yes!" he said again, but this time, it was much for certain and strong and determined, as he crouched a little to add to his bend. "Let's do this!"

And with that, he pushed Juillenne forward with almost enough gusto that they just might accidentally wind up blowing through the whole mess of balls without getting much chance to capture many.

See, the thing is...Rosa actually liked Beaker. Rosa thought Beaker was hilarious.

If she was having nothing to do with Beaker directly.

"Well, this should be fun."

"Meep meep meep!" Beaker said enthusiastically, wearing the laundry basket on his head.

"No, dummy," said Rosa, who felt that since Beaker had graduated, she could totally call him a dummy, "try again. You've got to hold it in your hands."

There was a...slight pause.

"Unless you think you can catch them like that, in which case....I almost want to see that."

"Meep meep!"

He could not catch them like that, but now he was going to try!

He flopped his Muppety self onto the scooter. "Meep!"

And so there was Rosa, reaching for Beaker's weird little muppet legs, so that she could push his weird little muppet body, toward a giant pile of colorful plastic balls, with a laundry basket over his head.

"I hate everything about this right now."

"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, trying to use him short little arms to get the basket near the balls at all.

Sorry, Team Burnt Umber. He got, like, four.