Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 24, 2020

[sith_happened]

Today the shenanigans were inside the Danger Room because even Anakin couldn't source enough strawberry Jello powder to make a dent on the water surrounding the island.

The unwilling victims people showing up would find themselves looking down onto a huge rec room decorated for a child's birthday, complete with streamers, balloons, and a massive pinata (easily the size of a chair) swinging from the ceiling.

And the floor was entirely covered in red liquidy-goo..stuff...because Anakin wasn't actually going to cover everything in lava.

"Welcome to the Floor is Lava!" Anakin's voice boomed out to the audience. "...my son Christopher helped this week. You will work in teams of three to get from one end of the room to the other without falling into the extremely realistic lava...stuff. The fastest team will win a lava lamp but there are prizes for all! Listen for your names. Oh, and no powers, please."

Or sit around and eat fruit gummies, popcorn, cupcake, and goldfish crackers because Christopher had assisted with snacks, too.

TEAM ONE
Liam
Duke
Freya

TEAM TWO
Shuri
Astrid
Mae

TEAM THREE
Alexis
Shunsui
Summer

TEAM FOUR
Elli
Stark
Kitty

TEAM FIVE
Prompto
Wayne
Rey

TEAM SIX
Jaye
Tisarwat
Amaya

TEAM SEVEN
Tony
Sidon
Alara

TEAM EIGHT
Steve
Beaker
Magnus

Comments

Re: Run the Race: Team Two

[white_oleander]

"Oh, no," said Astrid, who found herself somehow the last woman standing to avenge Team Two.

But she could do this! She could absolutely do this! It wasn't like she had the body of a ballet dancer with absolutely none of the grace and strength or anything, right?

They were doomed.

She tried, though, taking in a deep breath, steeling herself, wishing she'd brought a hair tie to pull her hair out of her face, and then she lept to the table. Flailed her arms a little to balance herself, realized that her balance would not stay for long, and lept to an ottoman before she could fall. She made it to the sofa. Now the bookcase...

...which she found herself clinging to like a monkey and thinking that there was no way she could get to the fireplace like this...

...and she was right. She was very right. She tried to stretch over to the mantle, hoping she could just climb on from reaching, though she had her fingers on it, let go of the bookshelf and discovered she did not have the mantle even a little, and found herself falling face first into the lava.

At least there'd been an attempt.

And that it wasn't real lava. Although right now she felt fine with just letting the stuff bury her, her failure, and her shame.