School grounds [early afternoon]

[sith_happened]

A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]

Comments

[weetuskenraider]

"Only if you strike me blind too," Tahiri replied in a whimper of her own. "I never want to remember this, and I don't think I can forget."

[momslilassassin]

"I have a perfect memory," Ben practically wailed. "I'll never get this out of my head. Has he lost his mind?!"

[weetuskenraider]

"You know what, I'm going to say he is." Tahiri, for all she wanted to look away, couldn't take her eyes off the sequined, oh-Force-too-tight horror. And she wasn't even related to him. Poor Ben. "It's a little less traumatic that way."

[momslilassassin]

"A very little," Ben said, wishing he could hide behind Tahiri for the next, oh, decade or so.

A horrible thought occurred to him. "Is this what a gremlin bite looks like?"

[weetuskenraider]

". . . maybe," Tahiri said slowly. And if he was going to hide behind her, who would she hide behind?

More of a potent question, though, was if Master Skywalker couldn't avoid being gremlin-bitten, then what if they were . . .

[momslilassassin]

"It should stop now," he declared. "Oh, blast, they're singing."

[weetuskenraider]

"And are they dancing?" Tahiri added in a horrified tone. "This is why some Jedi should always wear robes."

[momslilassassin]

"Long, long robes," Ben said, squeezing his eyes shut. "Can you imagine Master Horn doing this?"

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri turned an appalled look on him. "No, no, I really don't want to imagine that!"

[momslilassassin]

Ben grinned. "He'd be stomping around for days. Or Master Durron!"

He might be having just a little too much fun with this.