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RETURN OF THE SHENANIGANS, Wednesday

There was no Anakin for the usual Wednesday madness this week. Maybe because he was spending well earned time with his family. Maybe because he was tied up in a closet. Maybe because Deadpool was also now under the Disney MegaCorp umbrella and the monopoly of entertainment was well under way.

"That got kinda dark," Wade said, thinking it over. "Accurate, but dark. Anywho! I'm in charge, so there are gonna be a few changes that won't last past this week. But for this week, I'm a god."

Or something.

"It's maze time because that one hit movie that don't really remember. You know. Boy Katniss. But that's only because there's no Bowie here to make it a different movie. R.I.P."

It might have been the island (it was the island), it might have been Wade being very industrious last night, but there was now a mini laybrinth waiting for everyone to try out. Complete with moderately dangerous traps. No minotaur, though. They were hard to book.

"Now, I know Skywalker likes teams, but this shit? This is a free for all to the prize at the center."

Wade stared at them for a moment before making a shooing motion. "Go. C'mon. Get going. Shoo."

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Worry about Anakin's well-being. You know. The usual.

Fjord... was not worried about Anakin's well being, nah. But he was a little bemused about the whole situation. A maze, huh?

Sure, that seemed easy enough. Traps? He ate traps for breakfast.

... Actually no, he did not eat traps for breakfast. That would be weird. He'd had a peach for breakfast.

So, same thing.

Eh, Skywalker was a Jedi. He'd probably be okay. And even if he wasn't, Sparkle's ability to nurse a grudge for half a decade was a talent he held dear.

So he was totally quietly rooting for you, Deadpool, one Canadian to another.

Vette looked at the little mini labyrinth and gasped.

"Oh, please! Please let there be traps!"

She didn't even care about finishing this one before anybody else. Vette! Needed! Traps!

Prompto heard that, and Prompto probably shouldn't say anything, he should probably have some sense of self-preservation over here, and he tried, really, he did, biting his lip and bouncing in an effort to hold back any comments he might have to make, but, hey, he'd gotten what Nina thought about the glitterbomb into his system now, but hadn't had a chance to get a guage from Vette yet, so it was probably dumb of him to bring attention to it, but he just couldn't help it.

"Still hungry for more, then, I seeeeee," he said, smirking proudly, the lilt in his voice perhaps suggesting that more could certainly be arranged, but he wasn't actually going to say that part, because he knew his last one was completely brilliant and he did not have faith in himself to actually manage to pull off something even remotely as good any time soon.

Vette was so sticking her tongue out at him.

"You got one freebie," she informed him. "The next one won't be so easy, buster."

And Prompto? Was going to stick his tongue right back out at her.

"Uh-huh," he stated jovially. "You say that now, but we'll see..." He lifted his chin loftily, "we'll see..."

Of course, he had no idea how in the world he could beat that, but Vette didn't need to know that, and he smirked knowingly as if he'd already had something in mind.

Which he didn't.

Although there was always that blip of a thought to figure out just how to boobytrap a giant Zora in his pocket.

Vette was smirking so much now.

"Anyway," she drawled, sounding quite pleased with the whole situation, "you'll be too busy watching your own back from here on out, won't you?"

Though he tried to keep it from doing so, Prompto's expression may have faltered a little bit, especially since he had to subtly swallow down that nice lump rising unbidden in his throat. But he laughed it off as best he could, shaking his head, keeping his own smirk as bouyant as possible.

"With you two?" he stated. "I'm always watching my back."

He said, having been totally stealth hugged in his own room earlier in the week...

"Smart," Vette replied, nodding solemnly. "Smart. You wouldn't want to not be able to trust your own room, after all."

Was she giving him hints about his impending doom, or just taking the piss?

It was a mysteryyyyyy.

"Nina was in there when I came back from classes Monday," Prompto pointed out. "It's already a non-safe zone, and besides, you're putting a lot of emphasis on my room, there, Vette, just like someone who would want me to focus on my room so I don't see her setting her sights elsewhere."

"Oh? Am I?" Vette just gave Prompto a sweet little smile.

Because keeping him sweating was her favorite hobby, mostly.

You know, when some people picked a hobby, they liked to pick something that might actually challenge them...

Prompto, who basically started sweating from existing in a world with other people, was just going to make a face at Vette that was one step away from being another stuck-out tongue. "I think we got it, Vette," he said. "No where is safe. There's no where to hide. Just remember," because, really, if he did boobytrap Sidon, he'd have to win some sort of prize for creativity and unexpectedness, right? "that's a street that goes both ways."

"Yeah," Vette laughed, "but I want it to!"

She loved a challenge. Loved it.

And was so going to spend all her time in the maze just hunting down traps and disarming them for kicks.

"Because we needed another maze!"

It was surprisingly hard to get around the island, and now they had a maze to wander through?

Iris was... Iris was actually okay with that, despite her words.

There was...a bit of a considering pause once Amaya learned what they were doing with today's activity.

"You think it's too late," she asked, to no one in particular, hitching a thumb over her shoulder, "to head on back and get the Crumbler for this one?"

It was honestly a little surprising she hadn't brought the Crumbler with her to take care of whatever she ran into on the way here, but she had been having suprisingly good luck with this whole maze thing.

And it probably really was just luck, but she liked to think it was because the constantly growing and changing maze around them knew that she would have absolutely no hesitation in doing something exactly like pitting the Crumbler against them.

No. Nope. No way.

Rosa had had enough of mazes, thank you very much, so she was just going to quietly turn around and slip away and pretend she'd never been here at a--

--and there was another wall blocking her way. "Ugh!" she said, balling up her fists and about two second away from punching that wall, but, thankfully, she wasn't so fueled with rage that she thought that was a good idea...yet. "This maze crap is such bullshit!"

While everything with the mazes so far had made Sidon feel a little befuddled and turned around a lot, he hadn't had too much trouble with too much of it, going for the water if he needed to get somewhere fast and finding that a lot of the walls weren't particularly tall, at least not for him, so he'd been able to peek over a lot of them, which...helped, a little. Things still shifted and changed a lot for him, but it did make things a little easier.

So he was very pleased to see that the activity's walls were a bit higher, because he certianly loved a good challenge! And he hoped some of the traps involved water in some way, because those had the potential of not being traps, but treats!

This week had already been testing Wayne's preconceived notions of not oly possessing an excellent sense of direction, but also the usefulness that would go along with several years of autumnal corn maze experiences. So he might have been a little miffed to find out that the thing he was hoping would be a nice departure from mazes wound up to be...more mazes.

"Fuck," he stated, "they're really scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas with this one, aren't they?"

"It's a maze....within a maze!" noted Prompto, with the sort of wide-eyed, giggling conspiracy theorist tone that proved that this whole maze thing was really starting to get to him on a really deep, trapped, claustrophobic, out-of-control, nothing-in-the-world-is-consistant sort of way that he was obviously burying deep, deep down in the maze of his gut.

His fingers made little explody motions at the side of his head, complete with sound effects, to emphasize the mindblowingness he was attributing to this little statement in an effort to make it seem like totally not a big deal at all, mazes were great, there was no way all this maze crap was going to get worse like everything else had this summer or anything, noooooooooo....

Just all totally fun and games over here! He was super glad to be back for this!

Nina was still pretty glittery from Prompto's glitterbomb and so she was surveying this whole maze thing with deep suspicion and also, like, actually wondering if Bus Dean was okay.

She hoped he was.

She liked Bus Dean.

So she was looking a bit pensive in all her sparkly glory as she waited for the thing to start.

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