fandomhigh | Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, August 4, 2021

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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, August 4, 2021

The park was completely overrun with alots this morning including Alot of Time, clanging away covered in clocks; Alot of Loooooove, covered in hearts and doing fairly unspeakable things to the trees until Anakin used the Force to hit them with Alot of Water; Alot of Noise, covered in kazoos and snare drums; and Alot of Nothing, which Anakin kept walking into and cursing at.

"Hear we are--" Anakin yelled into his megaphone, "--on another day of Shenanigans."

"EMEP," Beaker said, nodding.

"I had something else planed," he continued, "but the alots are causing ALOT OF MESS."

And here came one, covered in mud, so thank you for that, Anakin.

"We'll divide into too groups and coral them into these pens."

He frowned: the animal pens had turned into writing implements. "We'll create holding pens and then coral them."

Corral. Something.

"Do not attract more hear!"

By, oh, say, doing Alot of Complaining.

TEAM ALOT OF COTTON
Amaya
Beaker
Alara
Astrid
Belle
Miguel
Hannibal
Sidon

TEAM CRY ALOT
Dwight
Steve
Stark
Clare
Rey
Sakaki
Troy
Harry

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Try to talk! Typo and cry!

Complain Alot!

Hannibal frowned. He'd only even come ihere to see what was going on with the alot of flamingos (large, pink, feathery) he'd seen earlier. Now he was in this...shirt.

Well. He supposed it could be worse. But he wondered where they would find enough coral.

Miguel could do with less of whatever this was doday. The shenanaiganes were tame by comparison.

The shiret was lkind of ycute , even.

Stark sighed at teh shirt, as usual. "I don't cry alot," he muttered. The sniffly alot standing nearby did though, apparently.

Why were there so many alots? Alot of alots, if you will.

"The typo is driving me crazy," Steve muttered, glaring at the shirt, "Not making me cry."

"Its on porpoise," Stark said. Then regretted it because they didn't need marine mammals to go with the coral and yet...

"Porpoise," Steve repeated. "Thsi is annoying sa hell."

"Don't lick it," Stark agreed.

Ew. No, don't lick any alots, Stark.

Steve made an ew face. "Chcek."

"Jus fer teh record," Troy announced, taking extra care and time to take off one shirt to switch for the other to remind everyone that he had muscles, "only half this shirt is true!"

But unfortunately not the half he'd want you to think it was.

"The crying prat?" she guessed.

Close, Clare.

Troy fixed Clare with an expression that made it abundantly clear that he did not appreciate her very clearly voicing the wrong answer.

"Dose this," he circled a finger for emphasis, "look liek teh face of a cryer?"

But, considered that she'd already kind of said as much, he quickly added, "Acktually.........dont ansher that."

It might make him cry later.

"Aer you afaird of the anser?" Clare asked.

"No!" said Troy, immediately and emphatically, as alot of denial came gamboling up around his feet and started rolling around on his discarded shirt.

"I mene..."

He squared his shoulders, clearing his throat.

"I jush didnt want u two haiv too tallk moar than, u no, necesry. Cuz, u no evryoen's kinda....haven trobble wif it rite noaw..."

Which was very cool of him, really, if you thought about it!

Right?

"Thats reality very sweat of you," Clare said.

At least she could see reason, there.

Although he wasn't sure if that was Clare's accent, whatever was going on with today, or if she really did mean 'sweat.'

So he eyed her a moment longer before asking the important question.

"Witch....is....kool, rite?"

"It's crack," Claire confirmed.

Alara wasnt sure wat was happening today but the grammar or lack of was annoying even for her. she wasnt as academically inclined as other xelayans but still even she knew the importance of grammar.

She sighed, putt on her shirt and stared at the Alots doubtfully.

"Yew have hot to be kidifing me!" Dwight moaned.

"Fandom," Miguel said, shruggeing. "It's a thing."

Sakaki had spent her morning fending off alot of Shyness just to get down to the park to participate today, which suited her just fine because they were honestly adorable.

So maybe that would help her fend off the multitude of other alots filling the park today? She hoped so! But if not....there was alot of cuteness!

(And alot of not-so-cute, too, but she was trying to ignore those ones...)

"Oh, it's cut," Belle said, looking at the shirt. "Not cud, cut!" Misbhaving words were not something she enjoyed. At all.

The first part of each time--team--has to make an enclosure while the second have--half--needs to convince the alots to move!

Spoiler: this will not work. Enjoy! Or not!

"What are we suposed to coral them with?" Miguel asked. "And how do wwe get sthisese stupid things to move?"

"Meep meep meep?" Beaker said, pointing to alot of sticks.

Miguel looked from them and aback to Bearker. "For the coral or for pokin ghem.?"

"emep!"

Close enough?

"RIght." Miguel shrugged and picked up a tikc. Then sdropped it in disgust and picked up a tick.

"Thdis is shocking reidiculous!" He growled. And dried again. Andpikced up a stick.

"Beter."

"Mepe," Beaker agreed.

"I am very annoyed that me ship herding class is going to be susuful," Clare announced to the world at large.

"You heard ships?" Stark asked, looking up.

"I donut heard ship! I hurt shite!"

Clare looked appalled.

"Sheets! Sheen! Baaaaaaa!"

Surely the sheep imitation will help?

Stark nodded. "Cheep!" Wait, no, that wasn't right. "Cheap?" Still no. "Lamps!" Again, not quite.

"Lamps!" Clare agreed, nodding hard. "I ahve a cass to heard lamps!"

Or something.

There was going to be Alot of Lamps, wasn't there? Blinking at them menacingly.

"But them in the coral. In the PEN. Like lamps!"

Would this end up a fence made of pens? Of coral? Of coral-colored pens? Or pen colored-coral?

So many lamps. Creepy lamps, not cute Pixar lamps.

"Bah!" Clare agreed, trying to be helpful.

"So... ten we hust....yust... JUST..."
This was annoying. and not just they typos, but also trying to figure out what the heck these... ALOT things even were.

"Come hear," Belle said, waving at the alots. "It's saver!"

The alots wre, unsurprisingly, unmoved by the request. Literally.

"Better two bee in the oen!"

"Hear!" Miguel handed her a stick. "See if we can opke them in. O r I'll poke and you can herad?"

He went aroudn to the other side of the alots to try to heard them toward Belle.

MEPE!

THIS IS SO HARD TO DO AND HIT SEND ON.

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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, August 4, 2021

Arrive and Mingle

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Talk to Anakin! Or Beaker!

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