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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 17

Well, this week the people tasked with leading shenanigans couldn't even blame Anakin for the fresh insanity that awaited the island. Because this week was all Thor's fault.

No, not that Thor. The other one.

Even Don didn’t know where he’d gotten the boats. Sometimes you had to just shrug and hope it was magic. Or maybe just the magic of Tony Stark's petty cash account for the Avengers.

“Today you’ll be competing in a relay,” Don told the assembled ‘volunteers.’ “A…Norse-themed relay.”

Jane shook her head from behind Don. Maybe out of sympathy for the class, maybe because she too couldn't believe they were doing this. "We'll split you into teams of three to complete legs of the 'race' that are… unique to say the least."

What was that ammonia smell?

“This is not our fault,” Don told everyone, even though they were the people standing here and at least one of them was a Norse god. “Uh, have fun?”

Team Skogkatt
Hannibal Lecter
Stewart
Belle

Team Tanngrisnir
Senshi
Eleanor Zarrin
Kamala Khan

Team Sleipnir
Miguel O’Hara
Dean Winchester
Arden Finch

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Chat, observe, cross your fingers not to be chosen.

No, seriously, what’s that smell?

Kamala was really digging the goat Hawaiian shirts. "Check it out. I'm team Goat." She posed just to make everyone got the full effect of the shirt.

Two weeks. Two weeks in a row.

"Did I piss off somebody?" Dean complained.

Well it's a distinct possibility.

Hannibal had been told by at least one X-Man that his mutant power was making any clothing pattern look good.

That ability was possibly being strained here, but it was amazing what charisma and good posture could do.

Eleanor was definitely a little thrown by the smell at shenanigans that day, wondering if anyone else was picking up on it or if it was just a case of her sense of scent being a little more sensitive than usual today.

Somehow she didn't think wearing her shirt over her nose would help much either.

Belle's nose might be permanently wrinkled after smelling that smell for a long period of time.

The shirt was amusing, at least?

Hmm. Not the best shirt, Stewart supposed, but it was a shirt and Not a onesie or costume, so there was that. He was squinting at...well, everything...accessing the quickest and easiest way to just be done with all of this and go back to his video games.

By this point, Arden had just resigned herself to the cruel fate of always being chosen.

That wasn't, however, stopping her from giving Don another, very disappointed look.

She wasn't even mad, Don. Just very, very disappointed.

Just remember it could have been worse, Arden. The RNG could have selected you to eat the hákarl.

It's a thing.

Arden Finch, Eleanor Zarrin, Belle

Guide a sled pulled by…the closest thing to your assigned animal Thor could round up this morning through a short course to lead them to the next leg of the race. Team Skogkatt, you have raccoons, Team Tanngrisnir has some very confused teal deer, and Team Sleipnir has an alot.

Team Sleipnir wins, followed by Team Tanngrisnir, then Team Skogkatt!

As Eleanor found herself on her sled with its bewildered teal deer, she was a little conflicted. She knew sometimes use of extra abilities were frowned on for these things,and she really hated using hers, anyway. She didn't even know if it worked on something like a deer. But they were already subjecting it to something it probably didn't want to do, and if she ordered it around, then it would be over for both of them faster.

But mostly, she was on Kamala's team and wanted to do well to impress her.

Did she want to do it like that, though? She'd see what she could do to coax the deer to pull thr sled normally, but if it started to get embarrassing, she might have to try it, just a little bit. No one would be able to tell, probably, they'd just think she was getting overly enthusiastic about it.

The demand of "Go left!!" that left her at some point, though, was clear survival instinct in an effort to not go careening into that tree.

The problem with raccoons (one problem with raccoons) was that they could be easily distracted. Perhaps they thought the awful smell was enticing? Perhaps they'd seen something shiny? Perhaps they were eager to get back to brewing beer? In any case, the raccoons pulling Belle's sled were going in all sorts of directions that were not the correct ones.

"This would have been easier if I pulled you," Belle sighed.

Arden's alot was big and strong and mostly just happy to amble on in any direction. The difficulty was getting it to move at something faster than an amble. She certainly wasn't about to hit the poor thing or scare it at all.

But maybe she could cool it down? Little by little, she plucked tiny silent chords of air, cooling it down and then wrapping it around the alot like a thin shawl of coolness around its head and neck. She kept her eyes downcast, knowing they would be glowing gold as she worked, peeking out with her peripheral vision to keep them going in the right direction.

But once she was done, her alot seemed to perk up and was willing to be goaded into a decent pace to finish up the course!

Dean Winchester, Senshi, Hannibal Lecter

Foam axes were to be thrown at a target that would open up the case that contained the next leg of the race, but aiming when the projectile was made of foam? Best of luck there, folks.

Team Skogkatt wins, followed by Team Sleipnir, then Team Tanngrisnir!

With the lead Arden had given them, Dean was ready to start throwing axes. After the first try, his frustration was readily apparent. "These things are worthless!" he complained. "They're not even balanced!"

Hannibal smirked. He had plenty of experience with a variety of blades, and was managing to make the foam work for him. "Everything is balanced somewhere," he pointed out. "You just have to find the point."

Dean frowned at the posh guy who was doing better than him at this. Really?

"Well... these don't!"

Though clearly Hannibal was doing better than him. Dean would not admit it though.

Hannibal knew it anyway. He would try not to gloat too much, though.

"Everything has a balance point," he said. He held up another foam axe, put a finger under it, sliding it down until he found that point, which was ridiculously placed, because foam. He grimaced, took as appropriate a grip as he could, and sent it sailing at the target.

He looked at Dean and nodded at his axe. "Go on."

Like a petulant child, Dean just picked up the foam axe and lobbed it at the chest.

And missed.

"That one didn't have a point either."

Hannibal chuckled. "It's foam; I don't think it's meant to. That doesn't mean you can't aim it."

Yeah, Senshi wasn't even sure what this stuff was and had settled in to poke at an examine it before Dean's complaining reminded him he was actually supposed to be throwing it.

Miguel O’Hara, Kamala Khan, Stewart

How did they manage to get fermented shark meat for this? Don't ask questions that you don't really want to know the answer to. Just hope that someone else on your team could managed to choke this delicacy down and you could move onto the final leg.

Team Tanngrisnir wins, followed by Team Sleipnir, then Team Skogkatt!

"Oh God."

The smell was horrible.

"Oh God."

The taste was worse

But Kamala persevered. For the glory of Team Goat.

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This was foul. Miguel wondered if he could plug his nose enough to manage to eat the stuff. Surely it couldn't taste as bad as it smelled.

...well, it didn't. Just nearly. But he was going to need so much coffee after this.

Dean just looked at the mess Miguel had to eat.

"Yeah. Okay. I'm not complaining about the foam axes any more," he said shaking his head.

"I'd rather eat the foam axes," Miguel declared. "Don't suppose that's an option?"

"Maybe plug your nose?" Dean suggested.

"Definitely doing that. I wonder if I could put hot sauce on it."

You'd think, with all the weird shit Stewart sniffed, injected, swallowed, and subjected his body to, that he could handle a little fermented shark meat.

Well, you would be wrong.

As a full team, contestants will push a row boat covered in what appeared to be thousands and thousands of press-on nails into the pond and row across to the finish line.

Team Skogkatt wins! Followed by Team Sleipnir, then Team Tanngrisnir!

"I do NOT feel good," Kamala said taking position on the boat and starting to push.

And that's when her stomach started to audibly gurgle.

"Oh. That's not good."

"Do all three of us have to be in the boat to complete this leg?" Eleanor wondered, instantly concerned for Kamala after eating that awful-smelling shark. "Maybe you can sit this one out, and me and Mr. Senshi can handle it on our own?"

"Nope! Nope! Nope!" Kamala said, stubbornly shaking her head. "Team player here."

And there was another loud gurgle

"I'm fine!"

...

"Where did they find all these press on nails?"

"Somehow this is not how I pictured Naglfar," Hannibal said, shaking his head at the boat.

Judge them for this, maybe.

Don did know the hákarl was coming, but since he wasn't going to have to eat it he hadn't said anything.

So really the seeds of supervillainy were already there.

See if they ever put Thor in charge of anything again.

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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday, July 17

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