fandomhigh | Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

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Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

The main campfire had been turned into a tropical paradise... without the tropics. There were leis and grass skirts to wear, tropical music playing, a buffet table, and the infamous Limbo Stick of Destiny, an artifact brought back to America from World War II. Noody knows what happens when a person wins a limbo competition involving the Limbo Stick of Destiny, but several experts on the subject suggest that "absolutely nothing happens except maybe you win a little trophy."

It was party time at the Fandom High Summer Camp.

[OOC: OCD is up. Yes, there is pig, poi, and sometimes the band will switch from generic tropical music to 60's beach movie music, or maybe reggae, or Raffi. They're unpredictable like that.

The luau takes place during a long break in the rain that

fh_weather is reporting. Yes, I'm modding the weather. Admin privilege.]

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Hear that loud cracking sound? That's what a skateboard sounds like impacting the back of someone's knee.

"Sorry about that, bro," Jude said mellowly, neatly stepping between Jay and Setsuna as the former hopped back a bit. "My bad."

Sakurazaki jumped slightly at the crack. That was not a pleasant crack. And then she winces for the same reason, eyes wide and mouth in a surprised little "o." What...just happened? Was that a...skateboard attack?

Said skateboard attack had almost taken Jay down.

"Fuck! That fucking hurt!" he railed, clutched at his knee as he stumbled backwards, glaring at the short mellow kid now standing between him and the schoolgirl.

Jude's eyes narrowed. "Hey, dude, you're seriously startin' t' harsh my mellow here. Why don't you go be skeezy someplace else? Like not around my gi - good friend here."

Yep, definitely doing the human shield thing at the moment.

Sakarazaki blinks. Quite a few times. She's feeling a little confused right now. She feels like she could say something, but what? Jude seemed mad. Jude didn't get mad. She raises her hand slightly, opens her mouth, but then changes her mind and just settles back. She had no idea what was going to happen...or even why it was happening.

And what did "skeezy" mean?

"Hey, look, kid -" Jay grabbed Jude by his obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and lifted a fist, but dropped both of them with a sneer.

"Fuck this shit. I'm outta here." He turned and stomped away.

Jude brushed his shirt flat after Jay released him. He had responded to the threat with a flat look and a most un-Jude-like scowl. Once Jay was a safe distance away, he turned to Setsuna, shaking his head.

"You okay, bra? That creepy guy was totally all over you."

Sakurazaki is obviously still really confused. She might have been able to recognize the whole scene as an obvious male territorial ritual, but she went to an all female part of the academy, and testosterone is quite a strange mystery still.

"Yeah, I..I'm fine," she says, warily, not because she doubts that she's fine. It's just that she's really puzzled. Part of her wanted to just ask what had happened, because she sure didn't know. "That was one of my documentary teachers," is all she can seem to say, still rather wide-eyed.

Jude cranes his neck to peer after Jay, his concern growing. "Skeezy dude's a teacher? No way! He looks like one of those guys who hangs out at the strip mall sellin' weed."

"Well, he doesn't actually do much of the teaching, the other one does. And I like him; he does an excellent job, without even saying a word. I think that's part of why I enjoy his class so much."

"Okay, I guess." Jude scratched the back of his head, suddenly looking sheepishly. "Sorry for butting in on you like that, guess I shouldn't have just barged in, but he looked like he was botherin' you . . ."

Jude was just glad the skeezy dude hadn't thrown a punch.

"He...does kind of make me nervous, and Paige-san said he was okay so long as the other one was around, but he wasn't so...I don't know. He's just sort of weird."

There is more food to be had, so she's idly gathering some more.

"Yeah huh."

Jude wondered why he was feeling so protective. Oh yeah, right. Cute girl. Snarl.

"Are you enjoying the luau?" she says with a smile, finding the conversation topic a little nerve-wracking. And then she smirks. "I like your shirt."

Jude grinned, flattening a hand over his chest. "Thanks, bra. I'm rather fond of it myself."

She looks at him very expectantly, trying to keep her hands away from the lei around her neck so that she doesn't give him any hints.

Jude's a good boy.

He gets it.

Eventually.

"Nice, uh, lei," he said, a sheepish note creeping into his voice. "Cool."

There's disappointment in her frown. She didn't nearly murder her hand with that needle to get a nice. "Just nice?" she asks. "It's what we made in arts and crafts this week. These are real flowers, too." She idly rubs one of the petals between her fingers. "Well, I thought it was pretty impressive."

Eeep!

"No, no, it's really cool," Jude said hurriedly. "Really pretty. I like it."

Now that he was actually looking at it, it wasn't a lie.

She eyes him with a skeptical grin. "Well, I don't have any cool shirts, so it's all I've got."

Jude scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "No, I mean it. It's really cool." He grinned. "I can totally lend ya one of these shirts if ya want. I got a few of 'em."

She can't help it; she laughs, perhaps even giggled (maybe they put something in the poi), hand drifting up to her mouth. "You own more than one of those? I'm sorry."

"Sorry for laughing at my wardrobe or sorry that I possess such a wardrobe in the first place?" Jude chuckled, not offended by either.

"I think I'm going to go with both," she responds. Between all this smiling and eating, her jaw is going to hurt come tomorrow.

Jude shrugged. "Fair enough," he said mildly.

Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

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