Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 30, 2021

[sith_happened]

"Today, since it's between sessions, Beaker has decided to take point," Anakin announced from where his bullhorn was poking out from an absolutely enormous pile of donuts.

The new raccoons had apparently decided to show up today to get new customers through their amazing donuts...tower...things.

So. There were a lot of donuts.

Just. A lot.

"Today we're going to use these donuts--thank you, County Donuts--in a relay race...thing. You can only pass them under your chin. Fortunately, we have a lot of extras for when you drop them!"

He turned to Beaker. "Are there any other rules?"

Beaker meeped extensively. Anakin's eyes went wide. "Well, that's going to get messy."

"Meep meep."

Anakin coughed. "Apparently the donuts are also on a timer and they will disintegrate into sprinkles--or jelly, or cream--if you take too long."

Thank you, Muppet physics.

"Listen for your names! There will be four teams of seven."

Beaker meeped smugly.

Anakin sighed. "And I, apparently, have been included. Come get your t-shirts."

TEAM 'MERICA
Harry
Wanda
Ignis
Beaker
Sam
Astrid
Ulysses

TEAM BEN DRANKIN'
Cait
Five
Stark
Summer
Clare
Din
Anakin

TEAM BANG
Alexis
Alluka
Malia
Diego
Shunsui
Lana
Jaskier

TEAM PICK UP
Belle
Ben
Miguel
Amaya
Dwight
Prompto
Hannibal

Comments

Re: TEAM 'MERICA

[meepmeepmeep]

Beaker would wait! No guarantees on the donut, though, which was now very much Sam's problem.

Re: TEAM 'MERICA

[but_mostly_america]

Sam sighed heavily. First he'd been mauled by a feral student and now he was covered in powdered sugar and had been far too close to Beaker.

"Very well," he huffed. "Young lady, I believe this now belongs to you!" Please take the donut from the grumpy bird, Astrid. Before it exploded into jelly.

Re: TEAM 'MERICA

[white_oleander]

"Oh, good," said Astrid, who delayed only because she wasn't sure which emotion was strongest in her at that moment: amusement at the whole absurdy of all of it or trepidation at the fact that it not exploding while near Beaker did not bode well for her.

So she was going to try and be as quick as she could about it, trying not to get distracted by appreciating the texture of Sam's feathers (totally a normal thought, don't even) while finding the best way to position herself with a giant puppet bird in able to take a potentially explosive donut from out under his beak.

Like you do...

And here she thought being licked by flowers would be the highlight of her weirdness today.

But their progress so far had been pretty good, and, assuming it survived the transition, all she had to do was pass it onto Ulysses and they'd be in the clear!

So that boded well, right?