Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, May 29, 2024

[sith_happened]

Was anyone looking slightly worried about the pantry ingredients and refrigerated chests Anakin had hauled out the park? Good. You should be worried. There were also three cooking stations set up, and three stacks of terrible, eye-searing shirts in front of Anakin.

Someone stop him from watching food competitions shows into the early hours, gang. "Today will be a cook off!" he announced far-too-loudly through the megaphone. "As always you will work in teams. Your teams will be divided into pairs and as that pair you will work on an appetizer, then tag in the next pair to complete a main dish, and finally your third team pair will make a dessert!"

That seemed too easy.

"You will be bound together like a three-legged race."

There we go.

"And while the food supplies are overwhelming in the choices available to you, the only equipment you have will be what you would find in a typical college freshman's dorm, or in the home of a recently divorced man. Listen for your names! Don't use your powers!"

TEAM CHEESE
Belle & Lana
Kamala & Miguel
Eleanor & Rey

TEAM SHRIMP
Stark & Boc
Steph & Liliana
Stewart & Raiden

TEAM HOT DOG
Lydia & Arden
Watts & Beaker
Vi & Don

Comments

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Well, with such a thorough read, who am I to argue?" Arden said. Though now she couldn't let him claim shrimp and not claim hot dogs herself. That would be like admitting defeat. "Whereas hot dogs might be made of the very dregs of creatures - often things that society would deem unworthy of even scrap - they're all put together to make something...wondrous." Yeah, she stole that from you. Complete with the way she let it build in her mouth. "A humble beginning, elevated by creativity, at home in a variety of different events, be it a fancy party, surrounded by a warm croissant, a baseball game surrounded by fans, or even back home on a grill, a staple of friends and family and togetherness. A diverse method of preparation, meaning that one will never ever get bored. Sure, I'll say that fits me, too."

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[x_wondrous_x]

The fact that Arden was meeting him in building a case for this most random of placement amongst a team based on, no doubt, discount shirts that the Dean had picked up either on the fly or by simply googling the worst shirt designs imaginable, was, in and of itself...wondrous. The fact that she was also, ardently, if you will, adopting the venacular?

Oh, that pleased and self-satisfied smirk was not going anywhere any time soon, no.

"My," he then said, giving Arden another look-over once she finished making her case for embodying the thing emblazoned on her garment, "quite the high opinion of ourselves, isn't it? For essentially just meat and organs shoved tightly into a thin skin?"

Re: Voluntolds, Come on Down!

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Show me who that doesn't describe," Arden said, "and I'll show you a liar."

Or Raiden and Gray, but millennium old nephilim had an advantage in that department anyway.

"Any why shouldn't I have a high opinion of myself?" Or else be able to deliver a reasonable facsimile of one when necessary. "You think the world is kind to orphans, runaways, or Black women? Nope! But I'm still fuckin' killin' it, all while making a hot dog shirt look damn good."

Check-fucking-mate, little sibling.