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Summer Shenanigans, August 12, 2020

Today's games were not being held in the park, which should have been a red flag. Fortunately, Anakin has provided a red flag!

Twenty feet up.

At the end of a very gross-looking wooden pole.

"Today you're all out of for yourselves," Anakin yelled from the top of recycled "Let's Pretend We Can Fly" scaffolding, which had a 40-foot long greased up telephone pole balanced between it about 20 feet up. "Many thanks to our local bars and restaurants for providing the lard, grease, fish guts, Crisco and bacon fat to really lube this thing up."

Beaker, covered in said grossness, looked decidedly less grateful.

"The rules are simple," Anakin said. "Whoever gets across the pole and reaches the flag wins all you can eat at Mooby Burger for a week! You may walk, run, or slide your way across, but you may not use supernatural powers."

Whether Mooby Burger was a good prize or not was entirely up to the winners.

"And thank you in advance to the following people for volunteering!"

Which may be news to those volunteers.

"Sidon, Steve Rogers, Tisarwat, Rosa, Shuri, Stark, Prompto, Rey, Eleanor, Freya, Wayne, Shunsui, Amaya, Summer, Sabine, Steve McGarrett, and Barry! Get on up here!"

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Mill around and chat. Wonder about Anakin's sanity.

If it weren't for the fact that Prompto was trying to make it back to the island as much as possible these days just in case there was any news or sighting of Nina, he would seriously be questioning some of his life decisions right now.

"I don't even live here anymore," he groused as he looked up at that poll and tried to tell himself (unsuccessfully) that it wasn't even that far up. "What am I going to do with all you can eat Mooby's for a week?"

Damn, though, a Mooby burger did sound pretty good right about now...

Considering what Summer had spent her morning making and what was now solidifying in her fridge at the moment for her shift at the bar that evening, she looked up at that big, long, greasy pole, lifted her eyebrows, and...

...nope, no. She could try not to be grossed out about it, but she hadn't even gotten up to the thing yet and she was already being reminded of waaaaaay too many gross things she'd experienced in her past.

So this should be a fun one.

Steve gave her a grin. "At least it's not Jello?" he offered.

What a waste of Jello it would be!

And Summer shifted her glance from the pole over to Steeeeve with a returning grin.

"I'd actually feel better about jello," she said. "Jello, I know. I'm a master at jello, but this is a whole 'nother ballpark.

"I have something for you, by the way," she added, because it was related. "It's settling in the fridge right now, but I think you'll find it...impressive."

Sure, that was a word for it.

"How impressive?" Steve asked, grinning. "Is there Spam in it?"

"Spam was last week," Summer told him, with a note of apology in her voice. "But it does have cottage cheese."

And tuna! And mayo! And Caeser dressing! And so many wonderful surprises to be had.

"That'll be a different texture, for sure," Steve said, trying to sound optimistic.

Tony despaired for his taste buds. Truly.

"Should I swing by the bar tonight?"

Oh, man, if Summer managed to turn off both Steeeve and Eleanor with this one? Like, that was next level.

She didn't know what that level would be. She was pretty sure it was some form of a level of hell, but she would acheive something alright.

"If you do," she said, "I can bring the one I made normal and keep it in the bar fridge until you get there." She was pretty sure Tino kept much, much worse in that fridge, anyway. "And you could try the ones I made with booze as shots, too, if you're feeling really adventurous." She was not expecting him to take her up on that, no, but wouldn't it be something if he did? "Otherwise, I'll just drop it off at your place tomorrow or something."

"I don't have any plans," Steve said with a smile. "I'll stop by."

After about forty seven showers. Thanks, Anakin.

Fandom's poor, poor pipes.

Summer grinned. "Perfact. I'll bring it, then."

Also, she may sort of love the idea of serving wholesome-ass Steeeeve here at her bar, like, way too much.

Steve was legitimately excited about trying this, already toeing off his shoes and removing his shirt as he glanced up at the pole and tried to figure out the best way to attack it.

There was a moment where Sabine looked like she was reconsidering this whole thing. Was it worth the amount of grease she'd have to spend the rest of the day cleaning off her armor? She definitely couldn't take it off on something like this.

Uuuuuugh.

While the last few of these activies had clearly been with certain benefits, Shunsui, upon hearing his name, scratched his chin a little in consideration and thought back to a very important thing he'd said earlier this week about making it a strict priority not to do anything hard in his life ever.

This, he felt, could fit that bill.

And it wasn't like there was anything making him do it, now, was there? He could probably just slip away and no one would notice...

Welp. Rey was definitely going to be spending the time between this and Caritas tonight doing laundry.

But she was actually looking at this as a challenge. She'd done worse. (Probably.)

As her name was called out and she considered the challenge of the week, Freya looked a bit...contemplative, on what exactly the definition of super powers would be in this case...

Because she could probably leap the length of that pole without much trouble, and she'd earned that ability through hard work and training, which hardly seemed like it should be considered a superpower, just a mere benefit for her discipline. On the other hand, doing so certainly did seem far beyond the spirit of the whole game...

If anything, she knew she already had another advantage over most of the other competitors with her claws, making Sidon likely her stiffest competition with the same advantage. But he was a creature of water, and surely that bulk would prove to add to his challenge...

"Ha!"

Rosa, you were clearly way, way too down with this, and the fact that she was actually grinning in public should concern everyone.

But this? She could do this. She could totally do this, and she'd kick everyone's butts, and then she'd be able to torture Tightpants every day for the rest of the week by eating nothing but terrible Mooby burgers in front of him as much as possible.

Who knew she'd actually enjoy cohabitation this much after all?

Barry was listening very carefully to the instructions.

And smiled.

He pulled out his phone and started to put in some remote calls to his equipment.

You know, there were several reasons why Amaya never considered going for any of the knights tournaments back in Daventry, but not a single one of those reasons had anything to do with the challenges that needed to be done in order to win.

This seemed like exactly the sort of a challenge a knight-hopeful would have to pursue, and so she found herself grinning eagerly with the chance to attempt it, giving her gloves a firm tug and thinking a bit on how best to do it.

Mooby's didn't quite have the level of stick-related items that Amaya liked to see when she went out to eat, but it still had a novelty to it that she could appreciate.

Tisarwat did not have a good feeling about this at all, but she was at least glad that she knew better than to wear any of her nice gloves to any of these things by now.

Wayne was going to take a moment to finish his dart before heading on up, using that time to contemplate the differences between this challenge and just a regular ol' log challenge you might have expected around his neck of the woods.

Grease on the log was actualleh not a bad idea to incorperate fer the next time, realleh....and then he kind of got a bit distracted in his own head, thinkin' of greasy skids fallin' off greasy logs.

Careful, there, though, Wayne, someone might actually notice the hint of a smile in there.

Shuri was taking pictures and texting them to Okoye: The reputation of the Dora Milaje is on the line! she teased. Avenge me when I fall!

"Is there a way to buy me out of doing this?" Eleanor asked hopefully.

Stark had certainly seen, smelled, and touched far more disgusting things in the past than this grease-coated pole. Not recently, for which he was thankful, but at least he wasn't completely horrified at the idea of getting any closer to the pole.

"New experiences," he muttered.

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