Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, May 15, 2024

[sith_happened]

Good morning, everyone! It's time for another summer of Anakin Skywalker Pretends This Teaches Team Building But Mostly Amuses Himself!

Or "Shenanigans."

The bleachers for viewing were set up in the park, close to the pond and near the Belthazor Commemorative Divot. Food vendors, remembering how this worked, had arrived with hot dogs, popcorn, and rum for the squirrels. And coffee. Just...so much coffee. Huge flatscreens were set up facing the bleachers, which the hint that today's event would not just stay inside the park, and the cameras were trained at...well, ankle height or the sky for now because squirrels and rum.

Anakin and his bullhorn were standing behind a folding table stacked high with brightly patterned shirts, and people who had been here before knew that just because the shirts were free, it never, ever meant you wanted to wear them.

"GOOD MORNING!" he boomed through the completely unnecessary bullhorn when enough people were gathered. "Welcome to another summer of team building activities!"

He might be waiting for a while if he was expecting cheers, just saying.

"Today, as has become tradition, we shall conduct a relay race around the island to acquaint you newcomers with where various stores and landmarks are!" he said. "Please listen as your name is called and then come up for your team-building clothing."

AKA: bizarre shirts.

"You will be in four teams of seven players each. You may not use your powers, should you have any, today."

TEAM DROPBEARS
Jane
Mariner
Beaker
Belle
Raiden
Senshi
Dean

TEAM BIGFOOT
Cal
Gale
Rey
Donald
Eddie
Lydia
Vi

TEAM JACKALOPES
Miguel
Steve M
Jonathan
Kamala
Stewart
Steph
Summer

TEAM TREE OCTOPUS
Lana
Steve R
Navaan
Eleanor
Stark
Mary
Arden

Comments

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Because this is one place where I can guarantee my sources are unrivaled," Arden said with what was surprising confidence. "Depending on the obscurity of the question, it may not be an immediate answer, but you'd get one. And the red tape is how you know it's not bullshit. Anyone who promises you information without explicit strings is already planning to fuck you." Again, stated with confidence, though the flat kind that suggested said confidence came hard by.

"One thing before you decide against this most generous offer," she added, with a flicker of a smile. "Though, with as fond of your shirt you seem to be, perhaps it's a benefit. But I could always go ask the Dean if he has extras. It does seem likely he would."

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[x_wondrous_x]

"So you admit," Stewart countered, but if there was perhaps a slight bit more intrigue in his voice than before, Arden was not imagining it, "that all of this has merely been a ruse in order to deprive me of a shirt more than just a matter of gaining one for yourself, as you could have, allegedly, just gone to the Dean for a spare this whole time. Very enlightening, Arden. Very illuminating indeed...."

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"The challenge factor is higher," she admitted easily. "I could also have asked Kamala or seen if the Dean would at least tell me where he got it from. But this way seemed more fun."

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[x_wondrous_x]

Stewart eyed Arden for a moment longer, the grin playing on the corners of his mouth making it impossible for the gaze to convey the level of skepticism he would have preferred to have offered, but then the grin was given a freer rein as he shook his head.

"I will...admit," he allowed, albeit with a dramatic sort of reluctance, "that this repartee has proven to be...unexpectedly engaging. But I do believe I will be keeping the garment in contention, though you have proven yourself to be named quite fittingly. Best of luck, ardent Arden, in your..." His scoff now was a lofty, preening one, "less entertaining pursuits."

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

And considering Stewart's salute in Photography the other day, Arden felt that the best response would be an elaborate curtsy. It would perhaps look ridiculous given her current outfit - hell, it still might - save that it was flawlessly executed, transcending such paltry details like modern attire and setting.

"Until next time, then, Stewart," she said, preferring her gesture to do the lion's share of communication. And then she rose up gracefully out of it and sauntered away.