fandomhigh | Summer Shenanigans [Wednesday mid-morning]

Good morning, everyone! It's time for another summer of Anakin Skywalker Thinks This Teaches Team Building and 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 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 gave people a 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 things are!" he said. "Please listen as your name is called and then come up for your team-building clothing."

AKA: ugly Hawaiian shirts.

"You'll be in--" he did a mental headcount at the number of people in the park, "--two groups of 11. Listen for your names!"

TEAM WORRISOME BANANA OBSESSION
Remy
Flint
Steve R.
Henry (male)
Lydia
Jaina
Raiden
Don
Jonathan
Mariner
Henry (female)

TEAM SCREAMING GORILLA
Lana
Steph
Vi
Rey
Hannibal
Eleanor
Quinn
Luma
Stewart
Belle
Steve M.

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"What?" Flint said, looking completely confused by, well, all of this.

"Three-legged race, mon ami," Remy said, much too cheerfully. "Get into the spirit of things!"

Sir, you are far to amused by all of this.

"What spirit should I be channeling, exactly?" Flint asked, tying the rope around their legs with some sort of incredibly complicated sailor's knot.

"A cheerful one," Remy said, watching the knot tying with interest.

Hmmm, it would definitely take him an entire extra second to get out of a knot like that. Well done, Flint!

"Cheerful is not my natural disposition," Flint said.

"No kidding," Remy said. "Guess I'll just have to be cheery for the both of us."

He shifted to sling his arm over Flint's shoulders and get them started.

"Being dour ain't going to make those stairs any easier, homme."

"Being cheerful is a waste of energy while we're doing these stairs," Flint said. "Now inside foot first, then outside."

Could you tell he was used to being in charge?

"You remind me of someone," Remy mused. As he went along with Flint's instructions.

Could you tell he was used to being an obnoxious team member?

"Someone with strong leadership skills?" Flint guessed, moving quickly along the stairs.

"Someone with no sense of humor to speak of."

So . . . yes.

That was a fair assessment of Flint, who grunted. Humorlessly.

"Just need to get you a visor," Remy continued, undeterred. He wasn't even getting out of breath with all the stairs. "And some blue tights to go with that yellow shirt."

"I don't wear tights," Flint said. "I'm regretting wearing the shirt, but it was a sight better than the one with the animal upon it."

Remy laughed. "That is extrêmement horrible," he agreed. "Where does M. Skywalker find these things?"

"The bowels of Hell," Flint muttered.

"Non, homme," Remy said. "Hell has better taste."

"You've been?" Flint asked.

This place was odd. He didn't want to make assumptions.

"To your Hell? Probably not," Remy said. "Been to a few others, though. You know Illyana?"

"The name doesn't sound familiar," Flint said.

Remy shrugged. “Sorcerer. From closer to my neck of the multiverse. She’s tied to a nasty hell dimension, goes by Limbo. Been there the most.”

Were they falling behind the other team? Ah well. Remy was enjoying this chat!

Well, it was hard to compete against Jedi levitation. Flint was going to be so angry if he noticed how the other team was slipping past them.

"How do you get out of Limbo?" Flint said. "For future reference."

“Friends with portals,” Remy said. “You never want to get stuck there alone.”

"I don't have friends with portals," Flint said with a light frown. "I'd have to come up with a different plan."

“Or you could try to make new friends,” Remy pointed out. “You think you’re likely to go there?”

"I'm definitely bound for hell," Flint said with a sort of blasé ease to the pronouncement.

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