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FRIENDSHIP TOURNAMENT dun dun dun

WHO: Everyone who signed up over here but also anyone who really wants to crash can!
WHERE: All around town, honestly, which is why it's easy to crash.
WHEN: All day the 18th, although it ends in a thunderstorm.
WHAT: The FRIENDSHIP TOURNAMENT slash game day!
WARNINGS: honestly probably stupidity

0. some ooc notes

Everyone who signed up should be shortly getting a comment with any relevant information (or should by now have the comment because jazz hands time travel bullshit which is maybe looking at this after I send them and not before). Keep in mind that event placements don't actually matter and were chosen just for some sort of consistent talking point, and just do whatever sounds most fun, basically! Anyone who didn't sign up is free to gate-crash, but I won't be assigning any further match-ups for contests/prizes/teams. Love me. It is incredibly easy to gate crash since the tournament is mostly outside and in public, but there aren't any extras of the team armbands handed out to the sign-ups - there IS enough food and such for everyone, however, and no one haphazardly "in charge" is going to care if non participants participate since they're all pretty easy-going. You do you, guys. Let me know if y'all need anything else!

i. setting the scene/warm-ups

For the duration of the 18th there are haphazard decorations all around the town for each of the teams: the WILDCATS, the STRAWBERRIES, the SUNFLOWERS, the CHOCOBOS, the WILDDOGS, and the STARS. Dave chose these names 100% whimsically and does not give a single fuck if teams choose to rename themselves, but all the decorations are themed in those shapes. Particularly strawberries, because they have strawberries. There's a central meet-up area near the well, with some tables dragged out. One of them, with a makeshift umbrella over it just in case, houses the prizes which will be awarded at CLOSING CEREMONIES. Another is where you can go to get your armband and team assignments from one of the "student council members" who are all wearing a second armband with CSC written on it. So you can find them and bother them if you really want, although they're sort of lackadaisical about things like rules and procedure for the most part.

Name badges are encouraged but not remotely enforced and there's breakfast snack options for people to have as they loiter and introduce themselves. There will be Student Council led warm-ups for the day's activities so no one like, strains a muscle, but for the most part that also doesn't seem to be a requirement. Basically say hi to your team and maybe other people and have some grilled fish or whatever for breakfast, you're welcome.

They've also hauled out several barrels of water with cups for all so you probably can stay hydrated without wandering off for the day.

ii. blind man's bluff

Directly after breakfast and warm ups, they go into their first game of the day! The weather is Hot and Humid at this point but still dry. Rules can be found here, and additionally participants are asked to not fly more than five feet off the ground and to try to be "like, not assholes about superpowers" although this is haphazardly enforced. Most of the Student Council (why did they decide they were a Student Council for this? who knows) has superpower and can probably stop anyone egregiously cheating, but also some of them will let it go if it's rule of funny or cool. They're clearly a very structured organization.

Points will be accrued for Blind Man's Bluff on an individual basis and added to the team total! Anyone who chooses not to participate is welcomed to put on temporary CSC handkerchief armbands that look kind of haphazard and to police other people following the rules. This clearly won't end badly, especially since they don't care if people not even in the tournament do this.

iii. relay race

After Blind Man's Bluff is the relay race! Still in the hot/humid weather so you're welcome for that. This is simply a race where all participating members of a team run a lap and then have to tag in the next team member to run the next lap. The team to finish first wins - but everyone has to pull a slip of paper from a very ugly hat with a random "requirement" on it, and they can't "finish" their lap until they meet that requirement. Some of the requirements are more stupid than others, and if you don't care for the one you were assigned feel free to make one up as a free repull sort of option.

1st place goes to the CHOCOBOS, 2nd to the SUNFLOWERS, and 3rd to the WILDDOGS, but keep in mind that the rules are fake and the points don't matter, and I just RNG'd things and made sure each of the 6 teams got a placement of some sort in the two events I RNG'd.

The track will be a circular course around town and through the districts that equals roughly a half mile and there is a very non-professional FINISH LINE sign above the finish line, clearly written by people who never quite learned a lesson about spacing words. For the record, this is true of every single goddamned sign in this post. They Tried. Non-participants are once again welcomed to be some of the rule-enforcers but also just to laugh at people or encourage them as they please. Badly made little team flags are provided to onlookers so they can choose who to support, or just collect badly made little team flags.

iv. lunch

After the race is a break for lunch! Lunch is provided for participants around the well, as are blankets to picnic on if you want. Lunch is also provided for non-participating gate-crashers. Lunch is like, various meats in blood orange sauce and also grilled veggies and potatoes. There are FRENCH FRIES!!!!!!!! which are maybe not meant to be the highlight of the whole thing but hey, french fries? Some fruits are provided, though not the foretold strawberries as of yet or any desserts.

The weather continues to be really hot and humid so drink that water, maybe.

v. trivia questionnaire (holy shit i spelled questionnaire right on my first try praise me)

After lunch people who signed up for the trivia contest are handed out questionnaires to fill out with their correct answers so they can't cheat the system later, which will be collected/kept for judging purposes by whichever Student Council members are overseeing the details. That said if you cheat creatively feel free, there is no law enforcement here beyond mild shame.

The questionnaires have the following questions on them but also feel free to make up random-ass getting to know you questions not listed if you prefer, because as always the rules are made up and the points don't matter:
• the basics: name, age, color
• the less basics but still pretty mundane: biggest pet peeve, what superpower would you pick if you had to pick one (if you have superpowers already pick a different one), cats vs. dogs opinion, favorite food, least favorite food, favorite musical genre and/or song, favorite color, who is your best friend, favorite movie (if you don't know what a movie is or don't have one, favorite book or story)
• the why did you even include this dave, what the fuck: is it called coke or pop or soda (fill-in answers are accepted), most recent dream you remember, dumbest way you've ever been injured (be honest), is a hot dog a sandwich and why or why not, if you could breed two animals together to defy science and nature what would you make and why, if you were a ghost what is the first thing you would do haunting wise, how much would someone have to pay you to eat a live spider in whatever currency you use, if you had to choose to speak only in haiku or only in puns for the rest of your life which would it be

After everyone fills out their "control" form the first pair-ups are given out (which you should have received in your comment). Basically the pairs have to fill out a new blank questionnaire - but they have to put down what the other person's answers would be. The person who gets the most questions correct "wins" (with points tallied to the team total accordingly). There are later rounds and such of this so you can have as many match-ups as you would like, and anyone who didn't sign up who wants to play absolutely can do so. There are no rules here it's all for fun. How well do you know your friends? LET'S FIND OUT.

vi. capture the flag

Spoiler alert: the hot and humid weather continues, but as ~victory is claimed~ or a little before that a thunderstorm will start up. Oops! Have fun with that. Capture the Flag takes place...kind of all over town, sorry everyone who is uninvolved! Ignore the participants running around. There are six "bases" in town, two in each district - the WILDCATS and STRAWBERRIES are in red, the SUNFLOWERS and CHOCOBOS are in yellow, and the WILDDOGS and STARS are in blue. Here is how Capture the Flag works, but this will be a mess because it's just a six-teams versus game and haha it's probably ridiculous. Once again participants are asked not to fly higher than five feet and to try not to abuse superpowers all that much "like a giant bag of dicks would do" but once again the Student Council may or may not enforce this. Random bystanders or non-participants are welcomed once again to be judges and rule enforcers, or just to cheer or heckle to their heart's content. The flags, for the record, are sort of poorly embroidered and mostly colorless and may someday be horrifyingly ugly because like the armbands and everything else who knows what color the fabric actually is.

1st place goes to the WILDCATS, 2nd place to the STARS, and 3rd place to the STRAWBERRIES. Good job, team, but everyone probably did excellently. Or hilariously.

Unfortunately we are now THUNDERSTORMED OUT.

vii. closing ceremonies

After a rapid clean up and shouted directions to reconvene at Town Hall, the closing ceremonies will take place inside! Towels will be provided after they get them, so dry off. The Student Council saved all the prizes and will award them now in makeshift closing ceremonies with a hummed and beatboxed soundtrack provided by like, Dave, and probably Okuyasu if he could be convinced or anyone else who wants to help. Speeches are totally encouraged, especially if they're dramatic and/or funny. Everyone should have their specific prizes, but for the record the overall team rankings ended up being:

STRAWBERRIES > WILDCATS > STARS > SUNFLOWERS > WILDDOGS > CHOCOBOS via RNG.

Now all the PLAIN STRAWBERRIES and STRAWBERRY-THEMED DESSERTS and OTHER DESSERTS, SANS STRAWBERRIES are revealed! The teams get to go up to the table of DESSERTS in order of overall team placement but honestly there's enough for everyone to get whatever, probably. Non-participants are still welcomed to come have food, no one cares.

And then the day is done, but maybe you want to just chill with your desserts and your team (or random strangers) and wait out the thunderstorm. No one's the boss of you, probably.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Favors.

[SAVED IT.]

Ooh, clever. [He's clapping, only completely facetiously. This big dumb idiot? Alright.]

Let me know how it goes!

[He actually sits up for that, hoisting himself up on his elbows so he can glare at him.]

And what are you gonna do, exactly, beyond eat?

[He shrugs. Don't be sensitive?]

I don't know! Try to look for the person in charge, maybe! Why, do you want me to help you instead?

[Don't be mean!!]

Well, yeah, if I open something up, sure I do.

[It's a silly idea!! But oh, if Greed needs his sterling advice and assistance...]

Then I'll have time to eat and look around before that happens.

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What are you gonna eat, anyway? All the shit I've seen is just gray and ashy.

[Not that he's planning on stocking up in his house, but, like . . . also, don't starve, little emperor.]

[Stock up the house so he doesn't starve? Please and thank you.]

I've made friends who have real food! And only one who wanted me to eat the gray stuff.

You've been here a day.

[Don't call them friends if you're just mooching off them, Ling, there's a difference.]

Which one was the grey stuff one?

[Actually they are all great friends, thanks! Don't be such a buzzkill!

...That said. Names?? Uh.]

...She had red hair! And she didn't throw me down for climbing in her window like the boy with red hair. Ah, but he did give me an orange. [pros, cons]

Ling . . .

[he's definitely going to have to find food for him. But! Whatever.]

Girls in this town are pretty feisty, huh? One of them's about ready to kill me and it's been, what, a week? Not even.

[Thanks babe, he appreciates it in advance.]

What did you do? [Because of course he did something.] What girl?

You could take my side, y'know, maybe she did something to me.

[She didn't, but like. It's possible. Still, his grin as he says all this indicates he knows it's as much bullshit as Ling does.]

Miss Zelda! Seventeen, her favorite color is blue, and oh, she doesn't like men like me.

I think I'm on your side by default, but that doesn't mean I have to approve!

[Did Greed lose at trivia. Did he.] But you know, I've met her! She was nice to me.

[no one really won that day]

That's because she doesn't know you yet.

[Still, he's grinning. He likes her? He likes any woman who doesn't just take his shit.]

Were you nice and polite?

[Like a loser?]

[Wow, he's charming? People love him.]

I wasn't climbing in through her living room window.

It's a matter of time before you do.

[And with that, he settles back down on the bench, arms behind his head. There's silence for a long few minutes, and Greed listens to the sounds of everyone eating, talking, and generally bonding. Being friends.

It'd almost be nice if everything wasn't grey and creepy.]

You sense anything weird about this town yet?

Not besides the obvious, no. [...] It doesn't feel like Amestris did back then.

[There probably isn't a hellcircle deathmouth lying in wait under the city. Probably not.]

Mm.

[He doesn't know if he's pleased to hear that or not. On the one hand: of course that's good. Amestris was a cesspool of horror from the very start, a disgusting sham of a country built only to provide Father with the blood he needed to complete his quest. So yeah, fantastic that Ling can't sense anything.

On the other hand: it might be comforting to hear that he does sense something, because at least that'd give them somewhere to point towards when they wondered at Greed's resurrection. Never mind all this grey . . .

He lifts a hand, extending his fingers, looking at the way his hand looks framed against the sky.]

I remember when that country was first made, you know.

[He knows.]

People thought it was creepy even then. But they kept coming anyway. I couldn't figure it out back then, but I think I get it nowadays. Because . . . it was stability. Father was good at promising that shit, you know? Stability and control and-- and the promise that tomorrow was gonna be like yesterday.

[. . .]

It'd be easy to get lax in a town like this, Ling.

[It's not a rebuke. It's just a reflection, a warning for both of them.]

You do remember that I'm emperor of Xing now, right? I can take care of myself these days.

[You know, mostly. Can he keep himself adequately fed and not fall asleep in weird places? Well, no, but that's just part of this whole package. He likes to think he's become a little more worldly; a little less easily taken in by glory and adventure.

Besides, this town has very little of either.

He's silent a moment before he reaches over and takes Greed's hand, leaning forward and giving him a look through his bangs. Stability, right? Here.]

I know you can.

[But so had Roa. So had Dolcetto. Shit, so had Fu. It isn't a matter of ignorance or incompetence; it's a matter of that one moment, that one mistake, not being fast enough, smart enough, whatever.

He looks up at him, fingers slotting neatly through Ling's. A beat, and he offers a scoff and a smile, disarming and distracting.]

There's still a lot you gotta catch me up on, little emperor. You get any better at landing those jumps?

[Stop worrying. Ling squeezes his hand, a silent assurance that he's doing the best he can not to mess up even once. At least when it matters, because the rest of his nonsense he really can't help.

Now then, don't give him that look, he can't help but grin broadly back and tug on his hand, sit up—]

I was always good at jumps! You're the one who wants to laze around instead of seeing for yourself.

Yeah, yeah--

[He gets to his feet, first sitting up and then standing, towering over Ling. There's a lot to be missed about sharing a body, but he does like getting to watch his expression. He's far more expressive than Greed had realized, and it's fun to see those emotions flit over his face.]

So? Come show me.

[It's most definitely a challenge.]

[Wild, because Greed never stops looking at himself in the mirror and he had plenty of time running around in this body!! Anyway, Ling won't let go of his hand, pulling him along to find the... tallest building he can find.

But these are all just shitty little houses... so, okay.]

Go like this, [he says, and lets go now to lock his fingers together and hold them down in a nice little step. Throw him, Greed. Just launch him into orbit.]

[But those weren't Ling emotions, those were Greed emotions, let him enjoy his soft boy . . .

Also! Guess they're just holding hands? He's kind of puzzled by it, but all right, there they go, right up until no, there's not a damn thing taller than two stories, if that, and it's pathetic. So . . . yeah, okay, time to launch Ling up into the air.

It's the work of a moment to thread his fingers together, bending down just enough that Ling can put a foot there (he's taller than him, how delightful), and YEET, there he goes--]

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