Ah, interservice games. The banners were up, the bleachers were filled, and the judges from the Second Island Life of Mutual Killing were sitting at their tables, watching the chaos unfold before them.
"All right, losers," Madison said with a hair toss and a swig of a water bottle that most definitely did not have water in it. "Your first test is the obstacle course. We picked one of you from each team to -- oh, fuck it, this is gonna be a trainwreck no matter what I do."
Ryuunosuke's face contorted from the R3 team's spot. "Hey, that's not--"
The whistle blew regardless, and he scrambled to his feet and ran gasping for air to the first obstacle. On the other side, Schuldig was already clearing the tires and on to the mud puddle.
"Tough bananas," the obviously more fit of the cynical gingers called back, blowing a mock kiss. "Maybe you should have gone for competitive knitting!"
"I was late to the signup sheet! This was the only thing le-- whoa!" Ryuunosuke tripped and ended up a tangle in the tires.
Madison groaned and began to chug her Definitely Not Water.
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Jimmy rubbed the back of his head and leafed through his notes. "Eheheh, so, uhh... Your game is a strongman competition! Two people from each team will be lifting one of these giant tires. Whoever gets it up wins!"
Haruka and Beat immediately covered their mouths to keep from bursting out laughing. Allie facepalmed. Anna, like the poor speaker/judge himself, blinked and made a note to herself to ask Naomi what the accidental innuendo was.
"...Guys?"
"Sorry, Jimsonweed," Beat wheezed. "Just, just gotta get over this for a s--bwahahahaha!"
"Okay, that makes this contest better!" Haruka held her sides, doubled over. "I was worried that going up against you guys was gonna be too hard!"
Beat fell over laughing at that one. Allie groaned and dragged her hand down her face.
"I don't know these people, I don't know these people..."
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Veronica nervously shifted in front of the microphone. "This one's an accuracy test. Darts and balloons. Are you ready?"
"About as ready as anyone is for this," Dave said. "Born ready. Conceived ready. Conceived in a test tube on a meteor, but you know what I mean."
"Actually, I have no idea!" Cynthia offered helpfully, inspecting her darts.
"On your mark, get set..." Veronica began.
"Hold up," Dave said. "Not that I don't want to win this for our obviously superior team, but do you guys have some, fuck, I don't know, super-cameras to make sure I'm not using my time powers on this? Causing the next doping scandal is not what I'm here to do. Usually."
"I'll have to--"
The three of them were interrupted by an explosion of dust, fire, and what was hopefully not pink blood. They paused.
"What was going on over there again?" Cynthia asked. "Does anybody know?"
"Uhh..." A passing Tyrone Speedwagon checked his schedule. "Checkers."
"Checkers?"
"Yeah, uh... says here, Kotomine Kirei versus Tsukiyama Shuu, is that right, I can't even pronounce that..."
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"All right, losers," Madison said with a hair toss and a swig of a water bottle that most definitely did not have water in it. "Your first test is the obstacle course. We picked one of you from each team to -- oh, fuck it, this is gonna be a trainwreck no matter what I do."
Ryuunosuke's face contorted from the R3 team's spot. "Hey, that's not--"
The whistle blew regardless, and he scrambled to his feet and ran gasping for air to the first obstacle. On the other side, Schuldig was already clearing the tires and on to the mud puddle.
"Tough bananas," the obviously more fit of the cynical gingers called back, blowing a mock kiss. "Maybe you should have gone for competitive knitting!"
"I was late to the signup sheet! This was the only thing le-- whoa!" Ryuunosuke tripped and ended up a tangle in the tires.
Madison groaned and began to chug her Definitely Not Water.
-
Jimmy rubbed the back of his head and leafed through his notes. "Eheheh, so, uhh... Your game is a strongman competition! Two people from each team will be lifting one of these giant tires. Whoever gets it up wins!"
Haruka and Beat immediately covered their mouths to keep from bursting out laughing. Allie facepalmed. Anna, like the poor speaker/judge himself, blinked and made a note to herself to ask Naomi what the accidental innuendo was.
"...Guys?"
"Sorry, Jimsonweed," Beat wheezed. "Just, just gotta get over this for a s--bwahahahaha!"
"Okay, that makes this contest better!" Haruka held her sides, doubled over. "I was worried that going up against you guys was gonna be too hard!"
Beat fell over laughing at that one. Allie groaned and dragged her hand down her face.
"I don't know these people, I don't know these people..."
-
Veronica nervously shifted in front of the microphone. "This one's an accuracy test. Darts and balloons. Are you ready?"
"About as ready as anyone is for this," Dave said. "Born ready. Conceived ready. Conceived in a test tube on a meteor, but you know what I mean."
"Actually, I have no idea!" Cynthia offered helpfully, inspecting her darts.
"On your mark, get set..." Veronica began.
"Hold up," Dave said. "Not that I don't want to win this for our obviously superior team, but do you guys have some, fuck, I don't know, super-cameras to make sure I'm not using my time powers on this? Causing the next doping scandal is not what I'm here to do. Usually."
"I'll have to--"
The three of them were interrupted by an explosion of dust, fire, and what was hopefully not pink blood. They paused.
"What was going on over there again?" Cynthia asked. "Does anybody know?"
"Uhh..." A passing Tyrone Speedwagon checked his schedule. "Checkers."
"Checkers?"
"Yeah, uh... says here, Kotomine Kirei versus Tsukiyama Shuu, is that right, I can't even pronounce that..."
All three of them slowly facepalmed.