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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Was Anakin using his pixelated little lightsaber to take out flying fish while everyone arrived in the park?

Of course he was!

Was he taking the fact that flying fish showed up on his class day a little personally? Well, Anakin. So also yes.

Were there weird blocks to jump on, strange question marks floating in the air and wandering free-moving flying duck-mushrooms? Absolutely. This week was weird, everyone.

"So we're just going to...go with what the island has given us," Anakin said into the megaphone, "including weird floating pieces of rebar you can jump on! We're going to do this...obstacle course level around the park in teams of four," because everything was about teams, of course, "and the first team through wins!"

He paused to jump on top of a giant flying fish, which...made it smaller. "Watch out for the fish. Listen for your names!"

And get your colored t-shirts, of course!

TEAM ROCK LADIES ROSEHIP
Amaya
Lana
Summer
Fjord

TEAM ABSOLUTELY SUPER
Wayne
Shuri
Kitty
Kanan

TEAM SEAFROSTED PEA
Sidon
Hera
Ben
Prompto

TEAM INTENSE BOTTOM
Rosa
Shunsui
Sabine
Beaker

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The colors aren't terrible, the names...pretty much are.

"On the bright," HA!, "side," said Amaya, who flinched as she received her shirt and covered her eyes, "we'll have an advantage when the other teams are blinded just by looking at us in these things..."

It. Was. So. Bright! And she was bracing herself to be rendered deaf as well as blinded the moment Summer got her hands on hers, because this was definitely in her color wheelhouse.

"... I keep gettin' stuck in this color."

Don't sweat it, Fjordie. The pink really did go well with your everything.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, clinging to her shirt for a moment because, yeah, Amaya definitely managed to call that one, though she was keeping herself under control with the squealing, thank you very much, and she was maybe giving Fjord a faintly sympathetic look because, yeah, yeah, that was definitely going to be...a lot going on over there, "it's perfect."

Once she was finished beaming over it and pulling it on over her now seemingly sadly faded but equally pink tank top, she glanced over her team. Good team. Solid team. This was promising.

"So, how are we doing this?" she asked. "Do we just go in the order we were called or do we want to try to be more...strategic about it?"

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"Well," Lana muttered, "at least it's not blue."

Kanan pulled on his... reddish shirt, and sighed.

After all, he was pulling it on over the raccoon suit.

"This is definitely a look."

"Nice tail," Shuri told him, grinning.

"I've been stuck with it since Monday," Kanan sighed, and one of his cute fuzzy ears flicked a little in annoyance.

He had his pride, though. He wasn't going to get himself get bested by a mushroom to make it go away.

"It's adorable," Shuri said.

That's what he was going for, right?

And here was Wayne, pulling it over his flannel dutifully, and just feeling glad he'd worn blue today instead of green, which would have made him look like a goddamn fucking Christmas present.

"Better'n some of the last ones," he noted in a murmur, looking down at it once it was settled into place, "there is at least that."

"It's not a romper," Kanan agreed. "I'll take it."

"That romper, and I say this as someone not having to wear it, was amazing," Shuri said.

"Hard no," Wayne insisted gruffly, shoulders squaring all that much. "And I say that as someone also not having to wear it."

Because he'd absolutely refused.

"But," he offered, a bit softer now, though he shook his head with the lingering disapproval "if you were such a fan, Shuri, I'm sure Prompto could spare one fer ya. He took pert'near all of 'em"

Weird fucking skid.

Shuri was side-eyeing Prompto so hard right now. "No, I'm good. But my brother may get one for the holidays this year."

T'Challa would be thrilled.

"It's okay," Kitty told him. "You get to use that tail for good today!"

She was here for shenanigans today.

"Is it cheating if I just fly over the course? It might be cheating if I just fly over the course, Kitty."

And not half as fun as jumping on fish, anyway.

This island was hell-bent on making Kanan hate fish.

"I think if you can fly over the cottage and no one yells at you, then you're good."

She sometimes headmistressed a school.

"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, putting his shirt on over his labcoat. "Meep meep MEEEEEEP," he added, flailing at a flying fish.

"Hey, Beaker," said Rosa, lifting her chin after taking a moment to make sure he was just flailing and that he was fine and to do a quick assessment of her team and feeling...not the most confident about it. Sabine, she knew was completely competent, no worries there. And herself, too, obviously. But Beaker was just a big wild card and she did not have a good feeling about whoever this new guy was.

"Do you think it would be cheating if you just grabbed onto one of those fish and held on the whole time through the course?"

That very reasonably suspect new guy just so happened to look a little stricken right now...as much as his pixel-rendered face would allow, anyway. He felt a bit lied to, if he was honest, since Summer-chan had told him that not all of these were like the scavenger hunt last week, and she was right, he supposed, but this seemed like even more work than that had been.

"Can we all just try that?" he asked, but it didn't take long before his stricken expression went for something a bit more suave after looking Rosa over a bit. "Or," he offered, leaning in Rosa's way, "we could just leave this all to the kids and find something better to do with our time ♥."

"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, judgmentally.

"Yeah," said Rosa, "what he said."

She had no idea what Beaker had said. But it sounded judgey...even if a whole lot nicer than what Rosa was going to say.

"But we're wasting time," she said crossly. "Blackstone's been kicking my butt up and down the park all this summer, so we've really got to get it together for this one, you guys."

By 'you guys,' she clearly meant herself and Sabine, because...

...shit.

She should just go congratulate Blackstone for beating her again now, shouldn't she?

"What does 'Seafrosted Pea' even mean?" Ben asked, staring in mild horror at his t-shirt.

"I am not quite sure," Sidon offered, oh-so-helpfully, already in his shirt and squaring his shoulders proudly; it was a little worrisome, really, how much he was looking forward to actually wearing clothes for these things each week, "but I like it! Anything involved with the sea is fine by me! A seafrosted pea sounds like it could be quite delicious, actually!"

"It's not too bad," Prompto said, chuckling as he offered Ben the sympathetic look that he was definitely not going to be getting from big shark daddy over there. "I mean, I'm not even in the least bit tempted to grab three more of them so I can send them to my friends this time or anything. Skywalker's going easy on us this week, I think."

"Not sure Team 'Intense Bottom' would agree," Ben muttered, "but hey, that's not us!"

"That is a rather unfortunate name," agreed Sidon, sounding remorseful and sympathetic as he glanced toward that team. "But perhaps they may still manage to rise above the adversity of being given a name that all but guarantees them to be at the bottom of the competition!"

...because, yes, Sidon. That was totally what made the name unfortunate.

But, hey, this was the guy who went and gave a positive spin on being Team Urine, so...

Oh, Sidon, you adorable snowflake. Ben was not explaining any other meaning to you. "Bottoms are tops, maybe?" he offered, grinning.

"This, apparently." It wasn't a bad color on Hera, though, so she just shrugged and pulled it on.

"I've worn worse this summer," Ben declared.

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