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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 29, 2020

"Good morning, everyone!" Anakin yelled through his megaphone. There were four inflatable kiddie pools spread throughout the area with folding chairs around them. "Today we will be Toe Fishing!"

Beaker made extremely alarmed meeping sounds.

"With your toes, not for toes," Anakin explained quickly. "Each pool has objects sunk to the bottom! Whichever team recovers them all in the fastest time wins! You may only use your toes, so hopefully everyone has those."

He didn't know your lives, okay.

"Listen for your names and come get your t-shirts!"

TEAM RAY OF LIME JUICE
Kitty
Amaya
Summer
Barry

TEAM RUNNY NOSE HUNT
Sabine
Mae
Prompto
Freya

TEAM SUMMER SUNSHINE
Tahani
Shunsui
Eleanor
Rey

TEAM DAYTONA SUNTAN
Alexis
Steve M
Duke
Astrid

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Here was Kitty, trying to phase until it was time to grab something with her toes, which was half working.

It worked really well in getting a goldfish by accident.

"This is weird! Ohhhh this is weird!"

"Try stepping on the fish and pinning it and then getting it with your toes," Barry advised, he said his faced screwed up in concentration.

And a second later.

"Got one."

"Me too and I hate it," Kitty said, making a face. "Feet were not made for this."

"I could temporarily alter our genetic structure so our hands were more like feet?" Barry offered. "Though the trouble would be getting it back to be normal feet later. Personally I like my toes the way they are."

Barry stood in the pool with his bare feet. Looking down at the fish he was really wishing his buddy Roxie the former Sasquatch was here right now to capture fish with her giant feet.

Still...

He waited patiently to strike with this toes. Maybe he could pin a fish to the bottom of the pool and then grab it with his toes?

"So," said Summer, oh-so-idly as she started to regret her decision to try and go after fishing out a small bell-shaped object, "you're that Barry guy."

She'd noticed ~~that jawline~~ him at at least one of thses, and it would be a shame not to take the chance to introduce herself now they they were on the same team, standing in the same pool and everything...

That got a chuckle out of Barry. “Yeah. That works,” he replied. “Or Ween. That can work too. And if I’m hearing that voice right, you would be That Summer girl on the radio.”

He punctuated that statement with a lunge of his foot. He briefly caught it between his big toe only for it to wiggle out. “Fuck! Skywalker must be a fucking masochist to come up with this shit.”

Yeah, Summer was not calling him Ween.

"No," she said, "if he was a masochist, he'd be in here with us, but I've done enough of these to accept sadist pretty easily."

She was thinking of pointing out that this could be way worse...there weren't even any bladed or things with tentacles!...but she didn't want to actually encourage the man.

"But, yeah," she threw out a soft grin, "I'm That Summer girl on the radio." 110% down with that one, yesssss. "Nice to meet you. Even if it's in a kiddie pool with fish."

She'd met people in much, MUCH worse, she'll HAPPILY take it.

“Right. That makes me the masochist for coming to this thing,” Barry agreed. “Though last time I joined we had to wear meta-for-Tron outfits. And that was fucking cool.”

“So is there anything you don’t do around here, Summer? Based on the radio you fucking tend bar, run a convenience store and do radio. Pretty fucking ambitious for such a tiny island.”

"And teach!" Summer chirped happily. "I teach, too! Mostly cooking classes and...we, space adventures, I guess you could call it. I...like to keep busy."

It was a good thing for everyone if Summer kept busy.

"What about you?" she asked. "What do you do around here except..." She took a moment to recall when she'd heard (or mostly reported) on radio, while also biting her lip as she tried to concentrate on hooking something with her toes, getting a grip on it, "perform totally legal experiments, work at Kathy's sex shop, and subject yourself to sadistic summertime camp activities?"

She then flicked her foot almost like a soccer move to throw it up out of the water to catch...even if she missed and it popped right back in.

But she tried!

“That about sums it up,” Barry said his ears turning red at the mention of the shop. “I work at Dite’s because Kathy didn’t want me spending the entire summer in the warehouse. So between that and my research I plan on teaching in the fall. Kind of give back to the school that taught me.”

He paused for a moment. “So you do space adventures too? You’re a fucking astronaut?”

Summer never really thought of teaching as something to give back to the school before; it was just kind of a fun thing to do, but that was kind of sweet.

But astronaut made her snort a little, finally managing to pull of her catch and kick and catch manuever.

"Not, like, NASA, or anything," she said. "All homegrown. I don't think NASA could handle me."

Okay, now she was just straight up flexing.

"But I've got a ship. I park it in the scrap yard, where me and a friend built up this real junker from scraps. I could definitely show you sometime...if you're into the sort of thing..."

Okay. Now Barry was genuinely impressed with Summer.

“NASA is a bunch of fucking amateurs,” He said with an eye roll. “And fuck yeah, I’d like to see your spaceship. Shit, I’ve got three back home that I built and a submarine I built here when I was a fucking student. It’s no small feat building that kind of shit and not atomizing yourself in the atmosphere. That’s pretty fucking great.”

And now it was Summer's turn to be totally impressed. And blushingly flattered. And kinda fucking intimidated all of a sudden.

"Well now I'm almost a little nervous to show you!" she said, laughing it off, and then reminding herself that, hell no, she wasn't, she shouldn't be, her ship was the best. Dammit.

"But I will. Not nearly enough people even ask to see my spaceship."

Which was WEIRD, who didn't like seeing people's spaceship?

But, to help get the conversation for fertilizing the seed of a crippling insecurity about the badassness of her spaceship, she ventured elsewhere, into possibly less intimidating common ground.

"So when did you go to school here? I'm class of 2018, myself..."

And seeing Summer flustered, well Barry had no idea why but Barry is fucking clueless at social situations. “I graduated in 2015 but that was ten years ago for me,” he replied. “And hey if you have a ducking spaceship that works then you shouldn’t be fucking intimidated by anything.”

"This?" said Summer, with a faint grin as she was glad her default outfit involved cropped pants and seemed to have not too much trouble hooking a star-shaped object with her toes and pulling it out of the water. "Is not actually that bad!"

Who knew her toes were this flexible? Because she hadn't!

Just be glad, fellow Ray of Lime Juicers, that Amaya got her feet in that pool quickly, because this was a woman wearing thick leather boots in the middle of summer.

Which was why she was just going to enjoy the water on her toes for a moment before getting started.

And realizing the moment that first fish hit her that she was apparently a little ticklish...so that would be fun.

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