fandomhigh | Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 30, 2021

"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

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Grab a donut before you're sick of them! Try not to lick people?

Admire your amazing t-shirts! Glee about Anakin finally having to do this.

From one person in the list to the next to the next to the next--if you take too long the donut will harmlessly disintegrate into sprinkles, jelly, custard...

And all of the donuts you're passing under your chins are covered in powdered sugar. Because of course they are.

If the donut drops on the ground, get another and keep going!

[OOC: Mod your donut disintegrating at will!]

Celebrate with more donuts! Or maybe not.

This is a game we actually play on the Fourth. It's a MESS, even without disintegrating donuts.

Harry to Wanda to Ignis to Beaker to Sam to Astrid to Ulysses. This should go well. Try not to lick your teammates!

Or explode. Beaker.

Cait to Five to Stark to Summer to Clare to Din to Anakin. Awwwwkard. Don't lick your teammates!

Alexis to Alluka to Malia to Diego to Shunsui to Lana to Jaskier! Should we even try to say not to lick your teammates?

Belle to Ben to Miguel to Amaya to Dwight to Prompto to Hannibal! Lick away! At the donuts!

"Thank god I don't have to get my own clothes messy with all of this," Summer realized, as she contemplated, once again, if her sense of taste had been so skyrocketed off the guage of reasonable by now since she couldn't decided if she loved or hated this shirt, but she pulled it on eagerly because this? Was going to be...something....

"Well," Ben said, looking down at his shirt, "this is a thing I now own."

You know, Shunsui didn't really get t-shirts most of the time, and still boggled over why anyone would want to wear something as constrictive and unfortable as anything like modern clothes, but this time around?

"Heh. Well... ♥."

Which he felt would be a little better with a different make-up for his own team, but...he really felt he couldn't complain about this branding right now.

"I don't understand the joke," said poor, Irish Clare.

"I kind of like this shirt," he said, looking down at himself. It'd be good for the gym. You know, until he got to the point where he took his shirt off because who actually kept their shirt on during their entire work out?

Wanda quickly came up with a scrunchie to tie her hair back as soon as she heard what they'd be doing today. She knew that was going to end badly whether the donut disintegrated on her or not.

"It's, like, not even that good of one," Summer offered in sympathy. "They really shoe-horned that in there, but, the dude on the shirt's Ben Franklin. Same guy on our hundos. One of the so called 'Founding Fathers'," which didn't need sarcastic finger quotes, but Summer was giving them anyway. "So I guess some frat guys would think 'Franklin' and 'Drankin' are close enough to be hilarious."

And so one part of her was definitely a frat guy, because there was definitely a part of her who did think it was at least amusing.

She would much rather party with a Ben Drankin' over an Abradolf Lincler any day of the week.

"I don't get it," said Amaya, frowning as she held out her shirt and read over it again. "Is America supposed to be ten in this case? How does that mean you're free? You think it'd be the other way around. I mean, sure, you're not under the oppressive thumb of a totalitarian monarchy, but you've all still got an awful lot of laws and restrictions and whatnot around here..."

Because, sure, Amaya, go ahead and turn this into sociopolical discussion from your magical-fuedal perspective on the whole thing.

Annie actually had a pretty light work week (though she'd have to work this weekend for the Fourth, naturally) and was already able to leave New York for Fandom by Wednesday.

And, like, while she was glad she'd taken the time to stop and change at home before making her way out to the park to watch -- with a foolish, I-wasn't-on-the-island-so-how-would-I-be-signed-up confidence -- she was even more delighted to find this whole donut situation.

Even if the two donuts she was totally eating (there were so many, why would she just have one?) both faintly tasted of lemon for some reason?

"Ohh," Clare said, looking down at the shirt now with new appreciation. Well. Slight appreciation. "My friend Michelle would think that was a scream."

Anakin dropped his robe in a puddle next to his bullhorn and ducked into his t-shirt.

So now he was wearing three shirts. That wasn't going to turn him into a sweaty disaster in three seconds at all.

So Ignis now had a ridiculous t-shirt and the promise of an unholy mess on his hands, but he supposed there was something to be said about not getting his own clothes messed up for this nonsense.

"Just say no, Ignis," he was muttering to himself as he carefully removed his gloves and his jacket and his button-down to replace it with the t-shirt and hopefully not mess up his hair too much in the process, and then folding those items up carefully to be set aside. "The next time he insists it will be fun, just say no..."

"The guy was also notoriously a sloppy ass drunken womanizer, too," Summer offered, "just to add a little extra spice for ya."

...hmm. This was almost making her wonder if she should teach a history class next semester. It would definitely be way more helpful than any history class she'd ever taken...

(Outside the context of this school, anyway).

Diego, of course, was happy that Annie made it here so early even if it meant she had to witness him looking like an idiot. "This is the best shirt ever."

Was someone pressing her luck because she sometimes didn't get called, and spectating was worth the risk?

She sure was.

The donuts helped, though Faye would actually be vaguely sad to miss out on these shirts, even if she didn't really get the whole America thing.

Prompto was admittedly a little disappointed not to be on Ignis's team for something like this, because watching him try to do this would be priceless, but he was definitely stoked to be a part of any team, because this could be fun!

Or, well, interesting. It was definitely going to be interesting. The jury was still out on the fun part, maybe.

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And....race!

And the Winners: TEAM PICK UP

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TEAM BEN DRANKIN'

TEAM BANG

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