Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday

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Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday

Anakin was surrounded by rubber chickens and harmonicas. Completely normal Wednesday, right? There were also t-shirts, blindfolds, and two pool noodles.

Anakin picked up his megaphone. "We will be playing a modified version of tag! All but two of you will be wearing rubber chickens on your feet." As you do.

Anakin held up the rubber chicken. It squeaked menacingly. "Half of you will also have harmonicas in your mouths. Your goal is to remain silent so that the blindfolded swatters can not discover you and hit you with their pool noodle."

This seemed wholesome.

"Listen for your names and then come get your shirts!"

He smiled. "McGarrett and Remy, come retrieve your blindfolds and pool noodles. You're it."

And then he rattled off everyone else who was playing, and if they also got a harmonica in their mouths:

Kitty - harmonica
Vi
Sairis - harmonica
Hannibal
Jon - harmonica
Mariner
Steve R - harmonica
Flint
Stark - harmonica
Duke
Rey - harmonica

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Oh, yeah, he's recycling. But when you have that many rubber chickens, sometimes you have to!

If you turned into a koala and nobody noticed did it even really happen?

Well, yes. Clearly. Because someone had been a koala for at least a couple of weeks and he'd been wandering the island the whole time in search of eucalyptus and comfy trees for napping.

Said koala was now trundling towards whatever was happening over there. It looked interesting enough. Maybe.

And get your weird chicken shirts.

Were you really going to put this adorable little marsupial through all this, Anakin?
Did you even have a shirt that would fit him? Maybe a shirt that didn't fit would be best. Just in case.

Kitty took her shirt, wondering how the makers of it were pronouncing "squawk."

Stark, koala-shaped and drowning in a giant shirt, trundled over to Kitty and held up a little hand.

Anakin forgot to specify no powers, so feel free to ~~cheat like crazy~~ utilize all of your skills!

You look completely ridiculous, by the way.

McGarrett, as he was wont to do, was going to take this too seriously. He was blindfolded and holding his pool noodle aloft. "Just one noise, that's all it'll take," he promised.

It would take more than one noise.

Not that much more than one, probably.

Duke didn't have a harmonica, but that didn't make him automatically quiet. He'd also always been more on the "act like you belong" side of sneakiness and not the "move silently" side.

So there was plenty of chicken squealing for McGarrett to chase after.

There was plenty of squeaking all over the park, but Steve honed in on Duke's, swinging with his pool noodle and testing its range.

Duke let out a startled noise, managing to lean out of the way of the noodle -- this time.

He was now jogging backwards. On rubber chickens.

Which in itself was pretty impressive!

Steve was still following the squawking, pool noodle a-swingin'.

Duke tried to hurry up . . . and went down instead, ass over tea kettle.

Well, at least the *thud* was quieter than the chickens?

Steve's pool noodle was aimed at "definitely standing up" height, so Duke had that going for him?

Steve was getting close to stepping on him, though, and that would be a different problem.

Which would be why Duke was letting out a rather impressively chicken-like squawk of his own before crabwalking backwards out of his way.

Steve tilted his head and aimed his pool noodle lower.

Goddamn Duke and his fun little noises!

He let out a faint shriek, then tried to continue to crabwalk one-handed while the other pressed over his mouth.

This would not go well for Duke. But maybe Steve would trip over him and miss him with the noodle entirely, and things would not go well for either of them?

Remy had actually been blind for a while. Navigating this bunch with just a blindfold and not actual blindness?

Piece of cake.

. . . He might be too busy doubling over in laughter to hit anyone very quickly, though.

"This is definitely becoming a new Thieves' Guild training exercise."

Steve tried to sneak past as steathily as a guy blowing into a harmonica and wearing rubber ducks as shoes could be. (So not very.)

Remy choked faintly as he turned his head in the direction of the sound. "This is ridiculous," he noted, probing a bit first with the pool noodle. (He was reasonably certain he knew where this person way, but he had way too much combat experience to strike in full on 'reasonable certainty'. Also, the pool noodle didn't handle anything at all like his bo!) "I love it."

There was a chuckle and then a burst of speed--as far as chicken-wearing feet could speed, at least--as Steve raced away.

Remy didn't chase -- he gently charged his pool noodle and threw it after the chicken sounds instead.

Hope you were zigging or zagging, Steve! If not . . . well, Remy's Steve Rogers had certainly taken worse than an explosion about on par with a Christmas cracker.

Not that he knew that was who it was, of course.

Steve was zigging! "You've lost your javelin!" he called helpfully as it flew by.

"Merde," Remy grumbled. That's what he got for trying to throw blind.

At least the pop of it exploding helped Remy work out where things were for a moment. "Hey, Space Guy!" That was definitely Anakin's name, what? "Do we have replacement noodle things?"

"Sure," Anakin said, floating one over with the Force.

"Merci!" Remy called back, managing to catch the noodle out of the air. Blindfolded. ~~Look, he very recently canonically drove his motorcycle blind. I swear I am not overstating his weird ability to know where things are!~~

His first target was surely long gone by now, so he spun the noodle idly and tilted his head, listening for another victim.

Wanna tag a girl who didn't have to be tangible? Here she was!

She may or not be solid at any point in time, though. Depended how funny it was.

Mariner was just here, strolling casually, her chickens letting out the odd squawk.

As one does.

No talk. Only little koala noises and an uppy motion.
Koala cuddles, Anakin?

"Stark?" Anakin asked, frowning. "Is this where you've been?"

Yes, Anakin. And he'd had no hugs or cuddles the whole time and koala Starks were sad without someone to hug. So sad. Hear that koala sigh as he nodded?

"I'm not hugging you," Anakin said.

Why not, Anakin? He was adorable and fuzzy!

Stark let out a sad little koala noise and scooched forward. He'd just have to hug Anakin's leg then!

"Just the leg," Anakin declared, "and if you transform and end up naked in the park, I'm leaving you here."

Wow, rude. But congratulations Anakin. You now had a clingy koala latched on to your leg. Possibly forever.

See you next summer!

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