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

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!]

Re: Pre-Contest

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Had a cat named St. James once," he said. "Great pet. Not much for head-sitting, though. Not like my Steve here."

Re: Pre-Contest

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"You tell me, Sooks," 'Herb' said. "Though I am fond of the hat. It is my good luck hat. I'd be lost without it."

Re: Pre-Contest

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Never you fear," he said. "Steve has done his pre-game warmup. He's doing the Pilates now. Very good for him. Me, I like yoga."

Re: Pre-Contest

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Se - that is, Steve, wagged his tail excitedly and tried to lick her hand.

Re: Pre-Contest

[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sean would have agreed with this, if he were Sean. But of course he was not. So he licked her hand and offered no comment.