Animal-Balancing Contest (evening, FHT - first floor lobby)

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory arrived in the lobby balancing a tank with a wee turtle in it against one hip, a box from J,GOB in the opposite arm, and a flying puppy on a leash leading her.

She tied Vladdie to the leg of a table, set Yoda's tank and the cake down, and looked around to see what she still needed to set up.

[Yes, even crack-addled ideas like this need OCD threads. Wait for 'em. They're up, but play on the contest itself won't start until 5:30 EST.

ETA: And yes, it originally said it was in the afternoon. This is now set about 8:30 PM FHT.

SON OF ETA: You can eat cake now. Rufus is here!]

Comments

Re: Pre-Contest

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi Dr. Oliver! Want to help us out with something?" Rory asked brightly.

Re: Pre-Contest

[dr-tommy.livejournal.com]

Tommy looked at the decorations, with their decidedly green theme, and finds himself feeling vaguely nostalgic.

"Depends. What do you need help with?"

Re: Pre-Contest

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"We need a judge for our contest," Rory said pleadingly. She then explained the rules of the contest and we are going to handwave it because everyone knows perfectly well that his player knows them already.

"So? Please?"

Re: Pre-Contest

[dr-tommy.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he said, after a minute, despite a feeling of general wariness that arose from the fact that anytime anyone in Angel Grove had tried to hold any sort of contest, it had usually been interrupted by a monster attack.

But that couldn't happen here, right? After all, it's not like there was anyone around named Rita or Zedd or anything.