Ooh, that sounds fun! I'll definitely participate next year (I'd do it this year, but it's evident that I need more practice ), along with another event in October. Hey, thank you for the details! I'll most definitely enter it!
Awesome, I might be at it again next year. I've done it twice before.
Awesome! I can't wait! Question though: Is it very hard?
The toddler appeared at the door. “Yeah.” He said hesitantly, eyeing us suspiciously.
“Well, Alejandro wants one.”
“Fwuit punch, owange, kiwi, chehwy, or..”
“Kiwi.” I broke in.
He nodded sagely. “Wise choice.” He lugged a huge carton in, and extricated the appropriate flavor. He then resumed his march into the living room.
I poked the straw in. “That carton is big enough to double as a chair.”
Mateo headed for the microwave, ripping open a popcorn packet. “I have no doubts that Sam will settle on top of it and proceed to quizpeople on their favorite flavors all night. He spent half an hour memorizing them all.”
“Sounds like he’s put more prep in than me.” And with that, I headed for my room to review the line-up again.
~<>~
When I walked in that evening, everybody simultaneously shut off their consoles and stowed them beneath their seats. I was the main attraction tonight. I weaved my way through the crowd, exchanging some greetings. There were a lot of kids here. And they weren’t all from around here. There had been a crowd downstairs as well, there just wasn’t enough room in the lobby. They wouldn’t be able to see me play, but somebody with a wall screen was going to be projecting the spectator feed from our arena. I had already chosen one, and gave the competitors a time and place.
I settled into the couch, Celeste had saved me a spot. The cushion had a huge splotch of spraypaint on it that I didn’t remember. I gave Mateo a look from across the room.
“You might be making history tonight. We wouldn’t want to forget where you sat.”
I slowly reached down, and flipped the cushion over. He pouted. I sat down and logged in. Somebody had a wall screen up of my avvie before I even spawned. It was weird, having my actions mirrored by a larger copy on the wall. I had to block that out.
Somebody offered me their lucky mouse. I politely turned them down. Somebody offered me their lucky bag of M&Ms. I didn’t question the proposed magical properties of the chocolate, and gratefully accepted the package. I needed some sugar to steady the nerves.
Honestly, though, the butterflies weren’t there. I had faced worst. I had woken up with a tarantula in my lap. I’d had my foot ran over. I’d been in the trenches. I had apologized to Celeste. This was light work comparatively.
I'm internally screaming "moar" right now, but I won't scream it out loud because I'm polite and I always CONsider the safety of other peoples ears.
I'm looking forward to this. I will politely and quietly request moar.
How long are you and Lolimon gonna keep up this Parent Trap-style switcheroo? I keep internally freaking out every time I see the Moderator sign over Lolimon the Wise's name and avvie.
The toddler appeared at the door. “Yeah.” He said hesitantly, eyeing us suspiciously.
“Well, Alejandro wants one.”
“Fwuit punch, owange, kiwi, chehwy, or..”
“Kiwi.” I broke in.
He nodded sagely. “Wise choice.” He lugged a huge carton in, and extricated the appropriate flavor. He then resumed his march into the living room.
I poked the straw in. “That carton is big enough to double as a chair.”
Mateo headed for the microwave, ripping open a popcorn packet. “I have no doubts that Sam will settle on top of it and proceed to quizpeople on their favorite flavors all night. He spent half an hour memorizing them all.”
“Sounds like he’s put more prep in than me.” And with that, I headed for my room to review the line-up again.
~<>~
When I walked in that evening, everybody simultaneously shut off their consoles and stowed them beneath their seats. I was the main attraction tonight. I weaved my way through the crowd, exchanging some greetings. There were a lot of kids here. And they weren’t all from around here. There had been a crowd downstairs as well, there just wasn’t enough room in the lobby. They wouldn’t be able to see me play, but somebody with a wall screen was going to be projecting the spectator feed from our arena. I had already chosen one, and gave the competitors a time and place.
I settled into the couch, Celeste had saved me a spot. The cushion had a huge splotch of spraypaint on it that I didn’t remember. I gave Mateo a look from across the room.
“You might be making history tonight. We wouldn’t want to forget where you sat.”
I slowly reached down, and flipped the cushion over. He pouted. I sat down and logged in. Somebody had a wall screen up of my avvie before I even spawned. It was weird, having my actions mirrored by a larger copy on the wall. I had to block that out.
Somebody offered me their lucky mouse. I politely turned them down. Somebody offered me their lucky bag of M&Ms. I didn’t question the proposed magical properties of the chocolate, and gratefully accepted the package. I needed some sugar to steady the nerves.
Honestly, though, the butterflies weren’t there. I had faced worst. I had woken up with a tarantula in my lap. I’d had my foot ran over. I’d been in the trenches. I had apologized to Celeste. This was light work comparatively.
I'm internally screaming "moar" right now, but I won't scream it out loud because I'm polite and I always CONsider the safety of other peoples ears.
I'm looking forward to this. I will politely and quietly request moar.
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You're very good at not robin over-used puns. 
