fandomhigh | Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 15, 2020

It was a beautiful day in the park, where a punk-looking pink chameleon with piercings and a studded net stood with Anakin. It didn't even look scary! There was just a covered cart behind them which held quite a few cages that would safely hold bugs.

"When the universe contemplates beauty, it imagines the silhouette of the long locust," Flick said, to himself but also to everyone else, before realizing he'd said it aloud. "Oh! Um. Sorry. Lost in my thoughts…"

"Is there any way you can turn off the frelling music?" Anakin asked Flick, and not for the first time. "It stopped being cheerful and started being annoying by mid-Monday."

"The only music I hear is the music of the robust cicadas," Flick answered.

So, no.

"I didn't know cicadas were such accomplished musicians," Anakin said sourly. "Welcome to our weekly meet-up, everyone! Flick here has decided to help us."

Muted meeping came from a grove of trees.

"Beaker has fallen into a hole," he added.

"Hello and welcome to the bug-off," Flick announced. "The goal is to catch as many bugs as possible in three minutes from anywhere on the island and bring them to us. Every bug you net gets you points. If you don't want them afterwards, you can sell them to me. I can pay a little extra- no price is too high for my chitinous kindred! Oh… and if you're um, interested in my art at all, just let me know, My commissions are open ok bye."

"We will work in teams," Anakin said, "and send you out to different parts of the island so everyone isn't getting smacked with a net going after the same bugs."

Which would be entertaining, but so were the holes. "To make this more interesting, Flick has planted--" he blinked, '--what did you call them again?"

"Pitfall seeds," Flick said, shrugging. "If you step on it, you'll fall in a hole."

"Meep meep MEEP meep," Beaker agreed from the hole he was in.

"So, yes. We're catching bugs for money," Anakin said. "It's not the weirdest thing I've had you do."

It was up there, though.

"Listen for your names! And thank you to the Able Sisters for their generous donation of costuming this week!"

Were you afraid? Good.

Team Astronaut
Astrid
Alara
Sabine
Miguel
Tahani

Team Sailor Suit
Steve R.
Tisarwat
Kitty
Rosa
Danny

Team Flapper
Duke
Sidon
Zoe
Tony
Alexis

Team Frog
Steve M.
Wayne
Mae
Magnus
Silver

Team Disney Princess
Jaskier
Rey
Grog
Liam
Amaya

Team Meta-For-Tron Ripoff
Barry
Yasha
Prompto
Stark
Summer

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Liam picked up a designated dress, pulled a wand with a star on it out of one pocket, and did a twirl.

Suddenly, he was wearing said dress. Which also somehow fit perfectly?

"That never gets old," he commented, tucking the wand back in his pocket. Yes, he'd ~~super handwavily~~ run into Celeste last night, why did you ask?

"Wait, how did you do that?" Rey asked.

"An owl gave me a recipe for a magic wand," Liam informed her, as if this were something completely normal that happened sometimes.

Which... yeah, okay, for this week was kind of true.

Rey's mouth opened, and she frowned, and said, "That's exactly what kind of week this is. Was it Blathers?"

Liam shook his head. "She said her name was Celeste. Blathers is the guy at the museum, right?" Because they had a museum now! Kind of like how his apartment had a third bedroom, despite a) not taking up any more space in the building and b) none of the previously existing rooms being any smaller.

"Yeah. He's the one I've been making donations to."

Rey was cleaning up this week.

"I've mostly been selling stuff," Liam admitted. "Got a loan to pay off, after all."

"Did you get something done?" Rey asked.

Liam nodded. "Added a third bedroom to the apartment."

You know. For reasons.

"Good for you. And it'll only cost you 10,000 bells."

She didn't know how much that cost. She would never need room.

Strictly speaking, Liam didn’t need the room at the moment either, but he was planning for the future here.

“Also a lot less complicated than renovating the regular way, or moving,” he added.

"I'm sure. I'm new to moving and it makes me glad everything I had can be packed in one bag," Rey said, and paused. "Aside from when new people keep giving me things."

“Verity’s been a bad influence,” Liam shared. “I’ve picked up more stuff in the last couple years than I’ve owned in my entire life before that.” Which wasn’t actually that long, but details. “And then, you know... this week.”

Rey sighed and pulled out her phone to show him the picture she'd sent Duke yesterday: one room in her too-big apartment, crammed with stuff. A pool, a spring ride-on thing, two beds, chairs...

She understood, Liam. She understood.

Liam clapped a hand over his mouth in a mostly futile attempt to stifle the bark of laughter.

“Sorry,” he wheezed out. “That’s just- oh my god.”

"There are gifts floating in the sky and sometimes I'll shake a tree and a treadmill will fall out," Rey sighed. "I sold a lot of it. But I don't actually know what goes in an apartment. And there's a corner of a sofa in here. Is the rest of the sofa waiting somewhere? Should I save the corner?"

“Do you want a sofa?” Liam asked. “Because it might be worth keeping it around for a few days to see if the other pieces show up. Except that we really have no idea how long the island will stay like this, so it’s entirely possible you might end up stuck with just the corner piece. As for what goes in an apartment... I’m probably the wrong person to ask, but I think as long as you find it useful or attractive?” he shrugged.

"I don't really have furniture," she admitted.

She had a bed, a workbench, and a weapons cabinet. She'd been here almost a full year.

"Which is fine, but if I'm being given things at least at Parents Weekend I'd want people to be comfortable. And at the same time I thought it would be a good idea to make a bed and then someone gave me a racecar."

“I think race car beds are geared,” no pun intended, “towards children, but a sofa is probably a good idea, if you’re thinking about guests being comfortable,” Liam said. “Assuming you can get ahold of the other pieces, anyway.”

"Maybe I can get a recipe for a whole one," Rey frowned.

“I’m sure someone’ll be willing to give you one,” Liam agreed. “What I’d really like to know,” he tugged at the skirt of the dress he wore, “is how all the clothes fit perfectly every time.” Really, by all rights that dress ought to be tight in weird places and bunching in others, and yet.

"Probably the same way it would fit in our pockets," Rey said.

"I'm going to miss that when things go back to normal," Liam admitted. "It's super handy."

As was being able to get dressed with a literal wave of a magic wand.

Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 15, 2020

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