MARCH SWEAR-IN

[maskormods]

WHO: Calling all imPorts!
WHERE: Green Park, Nonah, North Carolina

WHEN: March 14th, All Day
WHAT: It’s time for imPort Registration again! Come for the Swearing-In, stay for the math puns and free desserts!
WARNINGS: None! Probably.

It’s not a warm day in Nonah, not going higher than fifty degrees Fahrenheit, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping local avid math nerds fans from celebrating one of the most renowned math-orientated days of the year! Also probably the only commonly known math-orientated day.

In a little more low-key style Swear-In, Green Park has taken up the mantle of hosting not only imPort Registration (set up in a few heated tents, for those who don’t like temperatures beneath sixty degrees), but also in hosting Pi Day festivities, as indicated by the large banner over the park’s entrance with the symbol π in bright blue. Don’t know what Pi Day is? It’s the day that shares the same number-sake as that number everyone loves, 3.14159… and it goes on. Why is it such a popular number? Who knows, go ask a mathematician. There’s definitely at least a dozen of them walking around the park.

Most who celebrate aren’t actually into math, but are actually joining in on the fun for a variety of other reasons, like the Pie Contest, Three Legged Race, Einstein Look-Alike Contest, Food Fights, and Free Pizza. And then for the real nerds, a Pi Reciting Contest.

ACTIVITIES



THE “LIFE OF PIE” CONTEST

Just like it sounds! You can either ENTER THE CONTEST with your own pie, or BE A TASTE-TESTER to help vote for the winner! There are two components of this contest - the first is wonderfully simple and requires chomping down on pies of all types, from cherry to blueberry to apple to pecan, which very few people can truly object to.

For the truly brave among you, however, there's a test of true courage - why not try a rattlesnake pie? How about a pie filled with grasshoppers? Or one filled with onions? You name it, and they've got it. If you manage to down an entire slice, you'll be rewarded with your very own baking kit (complete with measuring cups, measuring spoons, a pie plate and a mason jar filled with everything you need for a good crust, minus the butter) and a badge of honor to commemorate their bravery and poor taste.

THREE LEGGED RACE

Got a friend you work really well with? Do you work well enough with them to try and run with your leg strapped to theirs via some velcro that seems inhumanly tough? Maybe you aren’t such good teammates after all, or maybe you can somehow manage to win despite this absolute disaster of a contest.

Just like every good superhero (or supervillain), this party sure knows how to stick with a theme. You'll have to navigate a pie-shaped obstacle course (is that not just a circle? one organizer wonders aloud before being summarily shushed) in which you and your partner need to leap - or trip - over hurdles, wade through hip-deep apple pie filling (waders and boots provided), and eventually make their way up an inflatable flight of stairs to hurl themselves down the slide and down towards sweet, sweet victory. The prize is a coupon for a hair salon!!

EINSTEIN LOOK-ALIKE CONTEST

What a weird contest, right? Dress up like an old scientist guy! No one seems to take this contest seriously, and it looks like the winner this year might actually go to someone’s grandfather, who got caught up in the contest trying to find his way back from the bathroom.



FREE PIZZA

Also just like it sounds! Maybe you’re a little sick of all that sweet and want some savory pizza- and yes, they do have pineapple pizza. Horrify your friends!


PI RECITING CONTEST

How many digits of Pi can you recite in one go? So far the champion, Marian Sullivan, has won three years in a row- but that was before imPorts could enter! Some real super geniuses here must know more than the 40,000 digits of Pi that Marian does. And, as it turns out, some of the competitors can get downright mean. As you recite, you'll find a crowd of publicly drunk scientists ready to heckle you with all manner of noises to distract you from your noble task. Remember, one wrong number gets you out!

THE EM-PIE-RE STRIKES BACK

What? A half a mile of the park sectioned off? Tall glass walls? Cameras, everywhere?!

There here is a FOOD FIGHT COMPETITION. That's right, pardner, all powers involved are allowed (but be warned: any severe property damage is getting billed right back at you). You can team up, you can BETRAY your comrades, you can go solo and become the Slurry Road Champion all on your lonesome. There are but three rules:

1) No murder
2) Must involve pies with every attack
3) Fight with severe impiety

Pay close attention to that last one.

"I don't want to fight with pie," you say. "It's sticky. Why am I here?"

BECAUSE OF THE GRAND PRIZE: A PIEBALD PONY. Anyone who finishes at least nine logged comments gets a pony!

Comments

Satan (Ryo Asuka) || Unregistered

[granddevil]

SATAN (cw: nudity)

[ even if it's cold there is still that one guy (girl?) not wearing clothes. At a corner, it's easy to spot a LOT of wings (12 in total) and all of those are attached to a naked woman (who isn't fully a woman, in case you look down below) who is sitting by a tree. Near Satan there is an actual goat munching on the grass nearby, and meanwhile Satan is distracting himself by touching a small plant and making it greener. His powers might not be the same as before, but he still knows how to work with them rather well.

He isn't participating in the contests or any of the actual fun because Satan tries to be above that, and he might not be very friendly, but hey - he is trying to see who these imPorts are, to try and get to know them and see what they can do, so he might be in a chatty mood. ]

RYO ASUKA

[ When no one is watching, Satan will turn into his "human" form. Since Akira is around, certainly he needs to pretend to be just normal Ryo Asuka for him, and naturally Ryo Asuka would come to something like this. He is wearing sunglasses and eating pie while he takes a sip of his drink, and strangely there is an actual goat that keeps following him around. Sometimes, he even gives the goat some food, so it's something he is definitively aware of.

Otherwise, Ryo is just walking around, looking at everyone and trying to find Akira among these people. He just hopes he won't register with the military because that would be a huge mistake, but Ryo is certain he'd know that by now. He might approach someone, simply to ask them: ]

Do you know where I can find a gun? [ certainly imPorts would know that and this is obviously a very normal question to ask ]

Kaneki || Unregistered

[ghoulking]

[ Kaneki isn't a fan of math and he can't eat - nothing different from other swear-ins, this is what usually happens when you are Kaneki - but because he hasn't come to the last Swear-Ins, he decided to come to this one. Last Swear-Ins have been quiet, which is always good, but he can't shake off the feeling that something will eventually happen - of course he feels like that because he has been to many Swear-Ins where things started exploding. Call it paranoia, trauma or just being careful.

The ghoul has a cup of coffee in his hand, and is curiously looking at the pies. He might not be able to eat them, but he certainly looks interested in them and what they are made of ]

What's their flavor? [ he asks to the closest person - but he will ask as well: ] I wonder which is everyone's favorite. [ he might try to bake some for his coffee shop ]

this + wildcard sorta

[h2no]

[unbeknownst to kaneki, he's about to die.

...okay, not really, but he's wandered perilously close to the food fight area, and archie, being the shit human that he is, immediately decided that he's going to slam the pie he'd just grabbed into kaneki's unsuspecting head.]

SLAP CAM! [he yells, holding his comm in one hand and the pie in the other. there it goes. he slams it over kaneki's head, laughing like the asshole he is.]

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail glances over at the pies nearest Kaneki, giving him a smile. It's easy for her to detect the flavours of each pie with her enhanced smell.]

Uh, that one is a s'mores pie. Chocolate cream, marshmallow and graham cracker crust. The one next to it is mixed berry - raspberry, blueberry, strawberry and blackberry, with a bit of lemon juice, I think.

[She pauses.]

I think for dessert pies, apple pie is the favourite. And for savoury pies, the chicken pot pies. The comfort foods are always popular.

[She may have a basis. Food is often associated with emotions for her.]

And all the pies here are more popular than the ones in that courage pie eating contest.

[handle]

[ Math was one of Sorey's weaker subjects, too - but, he's here regardless. He's never been to a swear in before, so that's why he's here. And while he doesn't know Kaneki, the question still catches his attention. ]

The pecan pie is pretty good! [ He says. ] But, a lot of them are really great, too. You can tell everyone put a lot of work into what they made.

TK-622 | Registered

[loyal_soldier]

[Of course he registered. It was important to prove that the Empire was committed to maintaining law and order, even outside its borders. So he'd turned up for the ceremony, obviously. He'd come without his armor, since he'd been told to not draw attention to himself. Unfortunately, a couple years in the warmer parts of Malastare and Ralltiir had buggered over his cold tolerance. If he's not going to be burning calories, the flimsy jacket he had wasn't going to cut it.

No one had said he couldn't wear his underarmor under civvie clothes, though. It helped him feel a little bit warmer, and safer to boot. Without the gloves on his hands were cold, but he wouldn't complain.

After the Swear-In, everything was as confusing as he'd began to expect from this place. Long numbers everywhere, people in frizzy wigs or sticking their legs to other people, lining up to throw food at each other. Local customs never made any damned sense.

He found the "pizza", though. The Captain had mentioned pizza. It smelled too good to be healthy, but some of the labels said "pineapple". That had gotten mentioned too, and neither of them had had any idea what it was. An apple pining for something? A spiky pin-eapple?

Whatever it was, it was cut in little yellow slices. He was suspicious, but...

He might as well just ask whoever's closest.]

Excuse me, do you know what a "pineapple" is?

[awakeywakey]

[ As a vampire, Viago wasn't really interested in any of the fare that was stretched across the table. He was here to take in the kind of imPorts that came to the watering hole, so to speak, though he was smart enough to hang out by the punch bowl and pour cups to just be taken while he scoped the others out. Might as well be helpful!

His lips quirk with wry amusement at the question from this perplexed man. Sure, he looked and felt quite out of place here... but it was an interesting turn that he found someone even more out of their element. ]

It is a fruit! Try some for yourself, hm? You can always spit it back out if you don't like it.

[ And he offers TK-622 a napkin from the pile nearby in case he means to do just that. ]

[mindsnakes]

[Ugh. Overkill hates this place and everyone in it. Thankfully, he's used to both sentiments from back home. This place just gave him new things to hate.

Being in public, in a big ceremony like this? TOTALLY HATED. So he's stalking around trying to at least do a little recon, cruising by the buffet table because, well, people talked a lot when they were around food. ]

Pineapple on pizza is an abomination.

[See, that was easy!]

Steve || Unregistered

[battysitter]

[ Steve doesn't like Swear-Ins and he doesn't want to register, but he heard there would be pie. And he wasn't lied to! When Steve arrives, the smell of pie is everywhere and he is quickly offered some - and that is just the start. Steve will be walking around the park, eating here and there, tasting pies until he is full.

Perhaps you can find him near the judging tables, a slice of strawberry pie in his hand while he stares down at a grasshopper pier, making a face at it. ] Who even would want to try that. Just gross. [ why must the future be so cool and yet so gross at the same time.

But that's not all. There is pizza too and Steve can't say no to it. However, he will be picking off the pineapple, throwing it away. if you are passing by, be careful because he might throw some at your feet without meaning to ]

Time for a great first impression!!

[phoenixleader]

[ Hera's been sworn in since she's gotten here, but when new earth food is freely available at these events? She definitely wants to try this out. Pie is something that's still relatively new to her, but she has to admit all the flavor's she's tried so far have been fantastic- pecan, plum (which reminds her of jogan), cherry.

And now, staring at her, is one that only has a single slice missing from it.
The label says grasshopper, but she can't help but notice the legs sticking out of the slice and be reminded of collypods, a delicacy from her homeworld.

So she'll help herself to a slice. Take a bite. And look utterly ecstatic. ]

Gross? This is delicious!

[ Sorry Steve. First impression of an alien completely ruined. ]

[y_not_x]

They've eaten weirder things back home than this. At least it's not their pet. [Jean-Yves shrugs, looking disturbingly nonplussed by the whole concept.] Really, the bigger problem is that something with that much protein is no longer a dessert, it's a dinner entree.

Kanan (+ an option for Kanan AND Hera) | Registered | OT freakin' A

[kanyounot]

A; Eating all the things;

[ Kanan is here with Hera, obviously, but they're not glued to each other by any means. He's wandering around, probably carrying a plate full of pie as he chows down. The best part about this planet, in his humble opinion, is far and away the food, after all.

Eventually he makes his way to the pizza, as well. ]

Oh man, pineapple! My favorite!

[ He is absolutely not kidding. He loves this stuff. ]

B; FOOD FIGHT~ (with Hera!)

[ Kanan isn't wearing his mask today - so his whole face is wide open for slamming some pie into it. That is, if you can hit him. He's blind, he should be an easy target, right? Right!

Wrong. ]

You want a piece of me? Let's go.

pIE FIGHT PIE FIGHT

[loyal_soldier]

[Alright. He's not gotten a chance to really test out whether his new capabilities are as good as they sound. Sure, he's tossed a couple rocks at inanimate targets, but he hasn't found a firing range yet, and throwing things at living creatures is usually considered rude.

Those rules are apparently suspended today, so it's time for some non-lethal target practice. First few pies have gone precisely where he wanted them to, smacking into center mass on each target. Now to try something more exacting.

It's only once he's already set the pie in motion that he realizes it's headed for a blind man's face.]

Sorry, sir!

Viago von Blitzenberg | Registered

[awakeywakey]

Viago shows up near the end of the festivities, feeling more than a bit discriminated against but not entirely surprised most of the actions had taken place during daylight hours. He did end up putting together what he thinks is a pretty nice outfit, considering he'd re-purposed a curtain for it. He hadn't run across anyone else from the century he's representing yet, so he's rather hoping not to be called out.

He does end up registering. Not only does he figure the government here has some means of tracking him regardless of what he chooses, Viago is flat broke and not interested in having to find his own accommodations very soon. If he'd arrived with any of his former flatmates, perhaps he'd have made a different choice, but as it stands he's a lone vampire without so much as a coffin to his name. He thinks maybe this situation he's in is by design, but he isn't outraged enough to outright reject a government sanction. Viago's methods of rebellion and revenge - should he employ such tactics - were a lot more passive-aggressive.

For now, he wanders around the garden,taking in who is left.


Three-Legged Waste

Because he is out of money and because they are offering coveralls, Viago decides the offer of a free trip to the salon is a tantalizing one. Also, it just sounds like fun to him and an interesting way to meet his fellow imPorts. After he signs up, Viago considers the unpaired people meandering around and watching the obstacle course.

So after stripping his coat and putting on the nearly full-body condom, he tries to pick someone who doesn't look like they're too drunk from the earlier festivities to approach.

"Hii~ Do you have a partner yet?"


The Vam-pie-re Avoids Stains

Most people would see the spattered glass walls and think maybe it wasn't a good idea to go inside. But it's beginning to get well into the dark of the night and the arena is right in the middle of the park - it's a viable shortcut. Viago just thinks the event inside is done and someone with a hose just hasn't come by yet.

He's wrong. While there aren't many contenders left, they are probably the most dogged. Viago's eyes widen to the size of saucers even as he hears the door behind him click shut. He raises his hands in a gestures.

"Ah- Nevermind. No thank you~" He smiles to cover up his terror even as one of his hands reaches behind him, blindly fumbling for the door handle.

three-legged disasters

[viced]

"Er --?"

Mitchell wasn't drunk in the slightest, somehow, but he was certainly picking around the course like he was trying to decide if the photo-op for being in the ring was a good idea. Sleeves rolled up, tie tucked into his shirt, he looked like every picture of a senator that ever "rolled up their sleeves" to do "work" for a photo opportunity.

"I don't, but... I'm not exactly a good partner for obstacles," he pointed out, and then pointed to the slight belly that poked through his shirt. "If you're the competitive sort, you're kind of SOL at this point."

beverly marsh | unregistered

[deadlight]

[ clad in an oversized, slouchy sweater with leggings under her dress and clunky black boots - an improvised outfit for the cold - bev spends some time hovering around the registration tents without ever actually going in. she's content to stay off the radar for now, even if it does worry her, the idea of not having all the free stuff the government provides. maybe she should just register and not have to worry about it? but her natural mistrust of adults keeps her on the outside. if she passes your character coming out of the tent, she might try and catch their eye. ] Hey. They make you take a blood oath or something?

[ the life of pie-eating contest is something she can really get behind. toting a slice of strawberry-rhubarb in one hand, she's examining the more exotic pies with a look of trepidation. rattlesnake? onion? if someone's standing nearby, she'll turn to them. ] I'll try one if you do.

[ later, at the festival, bev can be found chowing down on the free pizza, mowing through pineapple like it doesn't even matter. you might catch her wrapping up a couple slices in napkins, face to face, to shove into her backpack for later. if she's not registering, then she's not going to turn down some free food either. this could last a good, what? three days? ]

[ ooc: if there's a prompt you'd like to do with bev, feel free wildcard! if you'd like a starter, hmu at deadlit ]

pie eating contest

[andtherevolution]

[You know those assholes who wear shorts even when it's below freezing out? Well Bev, one of your new roommates is one of those assholes. She shoves her hands in the pockets of her big, puffy jacket (it's enough to keep her warm!) as she scrunches her nose up at a pie known only as Helsing's Revenge. How many cloves of garlic did they stuff in that thing? More than should be allowed, that's what.]

That depends. How much Dracula repellent do I have to shove down my throat?

Tina Belcher | Registered | OTA

[continuousgroaning]

[This is about the best birthday Tina could have hoped for. Sure, she had to go to school, but the swear-in is a fun one, and she's being completely shameless about being the birthday girl, wearing a sparkly tiara her boyfriend gave her and carrying around a horse-shaped balloon. She has on a long blue skirt and new t-shirt with cloud patterns on it, accented by the horse-printed scarf Archie had given her for Christmas.

She first tries the courage part of the pie-eating contest, only to hesitate when she's presented with a slice of ghost pepper pie.]

Uhhh... can... can I ask for another?

[Bad move, as she's next presented with a sauerkraut-filled one instead.]

Uhhhhhhh...

[With a sigh, the judge presents her with a third and final choice: tuna fish.]

Uhhhhhhhhh...

[She then changes into sweats and goes to prepare for the food fight competition, because damn it, she's going to win a pony. She arms herself with some shaving cream-filled pie crusts, flexing like a wrestler about to step into the ring.]

Anyone want a piece of this? ... hey. Piece. Like in pie.

pie-eating contest

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail glances over at the girl when she hears the third groan. She can have empathy for a fellow gal in a scarf. She's become so used to wearing them, that her own scarf matches the theme of the day.]

It's not so bad. It looks kind of like a tuna wrap with pie crust, instead of a tortilla.

[Abigail glances back at the slice of pie she's been given. A spam and Velveeta pie. Hannibal would be offended by the idea of it. She looks at the girl next to her again.]

C'mon, I think you can finish it before I finish mine.

Sorey - Ungrestered

[handle]

a. Pie Contest

[ He didn't enter the contest, but someone did suggest he give some of the pie a try. He stops at one, deciding that this is the one he'll try first. ]

Which flavor is this? I'd like to give it a try!

b. Three-Legged Race

[ A three legged race? Sorey's never given it a try before and this is actually the first time he's heard of a competition like this. So, are all swear ins like this? It feels more like a celebration than anything else. He hasn't exactly heard too much about where he's ended up or why he has. He was hoping he could gather information by coming here. ]

... A three legged race? Does this mean we need three people to compete? [ He might just stand on the side lines, really. He's mostly just curious! ]

a. Pie Contest

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail glances over at the stranger and gives him a smile.]

You should try it. It's a salted caramel apple pie. It's really good.

[She won't tell him it's hers, at least until she sees if he likes it.]

Sam Tarly | Registered

[ofhousetarly]

(i)

[Sam had been informed that most of the Swearing-In ceremonies had some kind of theme to them. He was also told that some of them did not always go so smoothly and that he should be wary whilst in attendance. Sam took this advice to heart as he made his way to Nonah for the first time, making sure to follow the directions correctly so he didn't get lost.

The past few weeks had been a real learning curve for him, getting used to the technology and the people, how everything seemed to be fast-paced. In the midst of learning new things Sam made time to slow down a little and think about where he was. How he missed Gilly and baby Sam, praying that they were safe. They probably were. Sam just couldn't help himself.

Apparently the theme of this ceremony was 'pie' - a theme that Sam could definitely get behind. He just wasn't sure how 'pie' related to numbers; perhaps it was just another strange concept of this world.

That thought is pushed aside when a lady ushers him towards a table laden with pies, informing him that they needed a taster for a competition. Sam's eyes lit up as he turned to someone nearby, asking:]

This isn't a trick of some sort, is it?


(ii)

[A little later on Sam is going to try a food called pizza, which seemed to be quite popular with people. He was intrigued by the different kinds- some were plain, with just cheese on top and others had meat and vegetables on them. The pizza slice that Sam reaches for is one with a pineapple topping, and he takes a bite out of it, chewing it slowly.

Soon, a myriad of expressions appear on his face as Sam continues to eat pineapple pizza, trying to decide whether or not he hated it. Out of politeness he finishes his current mouthful before placing the rest of the slice down onto a plate and backing away.]

I've had much better tasting gruel at Castle Black than that. [He says to no one in particular.] Even when we didn't know what was in the gruel sometimes.


(iii) WILDCARD - comment with any prompt you like!

ii

[wronganswer]

[ This isn't quite Anderson's first time eating pizza, but it's the first time she's ever had freshly made pizza and not highly processed artificial substitute for actual pizza. Fresh food is an expensive luxury commodity where she's from, so while she hasn't gone hungry since she was a kid, she hasn't had a lot of variety, either.

She's picking curiously at various slices herself, a slender woman with short blonde hair dressed in casual local wear, baggy sweatshirt and jeans and boots. She still travels armed, but her comically oversized handgun is hidden at the small of her back beneath the sweatshirt. ]

I don't know, [ she responds amiably, picking a piece of pineapple off the top of her piece and eating it solo. ] I don't mind it. It's... sweet?

[ She'll pretty much eat anything, though, and the novelty of fresh fruit is just not going to wear off any time soon. ]

Inanna | Unsettled | OTA

[purple_reign]

[ There have been rumors of Inanna's return among the Pantheon's fans, but the Goddess have been few and far between, little more than hearsay at best. Today, however, Inanna has finally decided to leave whatever pit they've been hiding out in and enjoy some sun and socializing.

They arrive in their typical flurry of stardust, brilliant purple and white glitter settling over everything in a mystical sort of snow that fades out over the course of a few minutes. And naturally are immediately set upon by a flock of excited natives eager to welcome their return. While Inanna is happy to indulge fans for a while, they're keeping an eye out for anyone who cares to give them a reason to break away from the crowd.

Later, they can be spotted paying a visit to the pie contest. Baking isn't their thing, but that's hardly the real prize of this contest. The best part is definitely getting to taste the assortment of delectable treats that have been entered into the contest. Perhaps there's a pie you want Inanna to try? Or someone might find Inanna at their side suddenly, holding out a slice of the espresso infused chocolate cherry pie they've found. ]

You really owe it to yourself to try this.

[lesterzeppelin]

[ Lester stares down dubiously at the pie that's been offered in front of him. He's not much for pie, truthfully - but when he's a mortal, he's gotta act as the mortals do, right? ] If you say so.

[ The skepticism doesn't quite leave his face until he takes a bite and -oh. Oh, this person was definitely onto something - ]

Wow. Okay, I was gonna recommend the peach pie, but your tastes are way better than mine.

Galla | Registered | OTA

[lastofthebog]

[ Galla has settled herself down near the paddock with the herd of prize ponies, where she can arguably watch the food fight competition going on. It is, admittedly, a little tempting to join in, but ultimately she's sure she'd rather not have to clean pie filling and cream out of her hair later today. What she can do is watch the feats of agility and acrobatics from the more athletic imPorts in the competition.

And, whenever the action lulls, her attention drifts back to the ponies. ]

What would anyone ever want a pony for anyway? They don't look terribly suited for riding.

[ Maybe for eating? But that seemed unlikely given the opinions on hunting in this world. Perfectly good waste of meat, if you asked her. ]

[ghoulking]

[ Kaneki has been "attacked" by pie thanks to Archie, and after that episode, he decides to move away from the battle of pies, and along the way he finds a familiar face. The ghoul approaches, with a small smile; there might still be some pie and cream and jam in his white hair that he wasn't able to get rid of ]

As a pet, I suppose. Most pets don't offer much utility besides company, right?

Ryūji Sakamoto | Registered

[imaphantomthief]

Crème de insects:
[As a professional competitive eater it’s no surprise he’s only too happy to be a taste tester. Which is all well and fine at first, but by the time they get to the grasshopper pie, it’s not what he’s expecting. The raw hamburger pie had been weird enough, (he’d just barely managed to finish that one, ugh,) but the mouthful of unexpected insects is just more than he’s willing to put up with. He spits it back out in disgust, -hopefully no one happens to be walking past at this exact moment.]

Uuuuuueeegggh! What the hell is that? It’s in my mouth! Ugh! Nasty! Uuuuugh!

[Did he say ugh yet? Ugh!]

On marks, get set, woah! (Akira)
[As far as partners for the three legged race go, Akira isn’t bad. He’s close to Ryūji’s height, not awkward to be lashed together with, and he’s the kind of guy who seems to know how to run too. The same can’t be said for Ryūji lately. It isn’t long after the pistol goes off that he’s second guessing this decision. His leg kind of...hurts. But he’s not going to give in. No way. He just leans in a little, hoping he doesn’t sound as winded as he feels. This is actually kind of hard.]

Can’t believe those...middle schoolers...are that fast...what the...hell, right?

In your face!
[They’re really allowed to throw all these pies at each other? No way. Ryūji has pretty good aim, but he’s having a little trouble with the ducking and dodging today. That three legged race kind of took it out of him, but his energy levels are high as usual. His spirit seems high too if the whoops and exclamations are any sign. Even when he gets hit with a piece of pie it’s not all bad, after all. He just dips a finger in and tastes it. You’d think he’d have had enough pie by now, but apparently he’s still got some room.

Hopefully anyone walking past is here to fight, ‘cause he’s just winging it and slinging pies kind of indiscriminately. Take that!]

Eat this!

Everything else
[Want to eat pizza with Ryūji? Go for it, he’s there. Rather meet him in the super long line for the toilets? You got it. I’ll roll with whatever.]

Let's Race

[crimeboy]

[Akira was actually in pretty good shape lately. Training your body with the help of huge 6'3" buff high school football players actually was helpful, who would have known? Ryuji, on the other hand, seemed to really be having trouble. Akira noticed this easily without his huffing and wheezing about fast middle schoolers, but that really drove it home.

He laughed, slinging an arm around Ryuji's waist to help steady him, encouraging him to keep leaning on him.]

Maybe just 'cuz they're closer to the ground. Gotta be easy when you aren't worried about falling down.

[He smiled at Ryuji, just... letting him choose the pace. After all, he was the one with a bad leg.]

Jean-Yves (Calem) | Registered

[y_not_x]

1. Life Of Pie

[He's gone from Kantoan food to Kalosian food with no time to ease in. He has eaten Poliwag tails and Shed Skin soup and Slowpoke tail a la mode. Jean-Yves doesn't even bother with the pretense of being grossed out or hesitant; he sits down, tucks a few strands of hair behind his ears, and digs into the grasshopper pie with an air of perfect French/Kalosian boredom.]

I think whoever made this forgot to add flavor to it. Are we allowed to leave criticism for the chefs?

2. Einstein Lookalike, Kind Of

[Never one for passing up an opportunity to gush over his Pokemon, he did the only logical thing he could under the circumstances and dressed up his Carbink. The floating rock creature now sports a fluffy white wig and a lab coat tied around its' bulk by the sleeves, but there seems to be a snag in this otherwise flawless plan:]

What do you mean, Pokemon can't enter? There wasn't anything in the rulebook saying you had to be human to do this.

3. Free Pizza

[Eventually, when people refuse to recognize his Carbink's brilliance, Jean-Yves concedes defeat and decides to get food that actually includes flavors, unlike the bland pie from before. By now, seeing so many people running around with their friends has made him feel increasingly homesick for his own friends, so he can be found eating to fill the void. He doesn't look it, since his build reflects the fact that he's always hiking, walking and biking everywhere, but he's quite the bottomless pit, particularly when the down moods he gets from what's transpired back home kicks in. Before he knows it, he's eaten an entire pizza and is making his way through another, looking a thousand miles away. Somebody really ought to snap him out of it.]

1. Life Of Pie

[am_i_a_monster]

[This isn't much of a challenge for Abigail. Life with her father and Hannibal's made her able to enjoy any cuisine, as long as it isn't people. She gives an amused smile to the calm man. Such a contrast to the ones that are upset by odd pie.]

If we are, then I have a list. The grasshoppers should be sauteed and served in a taco shell with shallots and guacamole. Or in a risotto with seafood and sun-dried tomatoes. Really, there are so many better uses for grasshoppers.

Food Fight!

[canonized_demon]

The last few weeks had been a small hell for Alex and so she was relishing the change to blow off some steam and pie some fools. No chance of people being hurt, no property damage to fix up later, just a tasty fight...and maybe a chance to eat pie of someone later, who knows?

Her aim's a little off, and she doesn't seem to be all there, but Alex is chucking pies with the best of them.

backdated like crazy

[stretchy_girl]

Gemini's not one to take part in the food fight, but that doesn't mean that she won't watch with a broad smile from behind the safety of the glass, laughing at the antics of the participants.

If Alex catches her gaze, Gemini will give her a little wave, recognising the other woman from their previous conversation on the net.

Matthew (and Ronan!) Lynch | Unregistered

[dreamkid]

I. OUT AND ABOUT

[ Matthew and Ronan spend most of the day together, practically inseparable. They create an interesting contrast, Ronan with his lazy mowhawk, black clothes, and the way his eyes can cut right through a person when he wants them to; Matthew with his light curls, perpetual sunny smile, and about half a dozen unnaturally-colored butterflies fluttering around him and trying to land in his hair despite the chilly day.

At one point they're in between events and Matthew is happily and obliviously chattering away, walking backwards and waving his hands in broad gestures. ]

And then there's this one where you take a picture of a cat, but it's gotta be, like-- [ he throws his arms out in demonstration, laughing. ] Really round, and--

[ Maybe Ronan catches him before he bumps into your character, or maybe he doesn't quite make it in time. ]

II. THREE-LEGGED RACE; with Ronan

[ And then there's the part of the day when they are literally inseparable, strapped together at the legs. Ronan may be taller, but they're both big boys and not a terrible match for this event. If Matthew hadn't started giggling well before they start, the brothers might have even had a chance. Good thing they're not in it for the prize. ]

III. FOOD

[ It's not impossible to catch Matthew alone, or at least at some distance from his brother. He wanders a little at the pie contest, where he does a rather amazing job putting away crusted desserts, regardless of how well made they actually are. At one point he's about three bites into a slice when he laughs and says: ]

Wait, are these onions?

[ He makes his way to the free pizza as well, where he is about to grab the last slice of a certain pizza when he stops and offers a dimpled smile. ]

You want this one? You can have it!

out and about

[couldbebeautiful]

[Veronica's sipping on an apple pie smoothie and reading over the brochures being handed out when Matthew bumps into her, hard enough that she yelps as her smoothie spills all over her shirt.]

Gah—

[Holy shit it's so cold. She whips around, lashing out in her frustration at the kid who'd bumped into her:] Jesus Christ, watch where you're going!

Gemini de Mille || Registered

[stretchy_girl]

Life of Pie Contest

[Onions, why did it have to be onions? Of all the options it's probably the least bad, so that's what she's gone with, and is currently doing her best to swallow the slice despite how awful it is. Dressed in her new woolly hat, gloves and scarf, as you approach she glances at you and sticks out her tongue playfully.]

Just so you know that baking kit is mine...oh fubar not again!

[It's probably more than a little disconcerting and not a little creepy that her voice changed to that of an older man's mid-sentence. Gemini's so mortified that she takes off running immediately, dashing behind the pie stand to hide out of public view, tears streaming down her face and looking like she'd like nothing better than to curl up into a ball and die of shame.]

What's wrong with me? Change back, change back!

[That alien male voice is still the one that emerges from her lips.]

Three legged race

[This looks like serious fun! The problem is that Gemini doesn't really know many people here, despite doing her best to make friends with everyone she meets. So she holds the velcro hopefully, looking around for someone on their own who might make a good partner in the race, partly for the sheer fun of it and partly because she wants that hair coupon!]

Einstein Contest

[Gemini's got into the spirit of things by putting on a white labcoat and posing for some pictures, although it's obvious that she has no hope of winning as she looks nothing like Einstein...or does she? Is her nose suddenly a bit bigger and craggier than it was a moment before? Are those white streaks in her suddenly much frizzier hair?

Surely it's just your imagination because Gemini herself hasn't noticed anything amiss.]

Wildcard?

life of pie

[aboveand]

[Terry wasn't crazy enough to try onion pie. Or grasshopper or rattlesnake pie for that matter (besides, what would he do with a baking kit, anyway?). He was just there to check out who was. Before he could explain to one of the souls brave enough to try that he wasn't about to ruin her baking kit chances does her voice suddenly change and she runs off.

He blinks a few times, trying to figure out what that was all about. A shapeshifter like Inque, maybe? She was the only one he could think of who could do something like that, after all. Or maybe it was some kind of multiple personality thing, two people sharing a body or something.

At first, he was just going to chalk up the whole encounter to his weird quota of the day, but then he could hear someone crying, and that weird guy voice talking to herself(himself?) behind the stand, so he goes to investigate.]

You all right?