kappa kappa gremlin meeting | 1st floor rec room | after classes | friday | march 19
"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."
That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.
"Hey, this is your fault for not mentioning specifics," Hannibal said, glancing over at the inflatable jousting ring. "I'm not from your time so this is as joust worthy as I get."
And Hannibal couldn't see how Arthur wouldn't think this could be fun as hell. It was inflatable! And you got to hit things!
"Anyway, this week we're jousting, as you can see," he said, pointing to the ring. "You get to hit each other without worrying about concussions. It's an awesome idea."
"It's not jousting, it's clobbering each other with inflatable sticks," Arthur said. Pointedly. "It's that this isn't the reserves, or I'd take you aside for a few jousting lessons of your own."
Anyway.
"You, you, you, and you. All of you. Get up there in pairs of two and fight it out. The winner walks off with some chips, or suchlike." He shot Hannibal another look. "I think you and I should give the right example."
"You wanna thrown down with me?" Hannibal asked, smirking. "Fine, I'm always good with leading by example. And I'm not afraid of you."
This time, Arthur didn't have an actual stick to hit him with.
"While you're waiting for your turn, eat the provided snacks and chat it up," he said, already heading to the jousting ring. "And take your turn when it's time."
Arthur should just be looking Hannibal didn't get a sumo wrestling ring instead of this. That would be even worse.
"You're going to come to regret that," Arthur said, cheerfully, and clapped his hands. "Get to it!"
[co-written with he who eats bananas, bitch_prince!]
That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.
"Hey, this is your fault for not mentioning specifics," Hannibal said, glancing over at the inflatable jousting ring. "I'm not from your time so this is as joust worthy as I get."
And Hannibal couldn't see how Arthur wouldn't think this could be fun as hell. It was inflatable! And you got to hit things!
"Anyway, this week we're jousting, as you can see," he said, pointing to the ring. "You get to hit each other without worrying about concussions. It's an awesome idea."
"It's not jousting, it's clobbering each other with inflatable sticks," Arthur said. Pointedly. "It's that this isn't the reserves, or I'd take you aside for a few jousting lessons of your own."
Anyway.
"You, you, you, and you. All of you. Get up there in pairs of two and fight it out. The winner walks off with some chips, or suchlike." He shot Hannibal another look. "I think you and I should give the right example."
"You wanna thrown down with me?" Hannibal asked, smirking. "Fine, I'm always good with leading by example. And I'm not afraid of you."
This time, Arthur didn't have an actual stick to hit him with.
"While you're waiting for your turn, eat the provided snacks and chat it up," he said, already heading to the jousting ring. "And take your turn when it's time."
Arthur should just be looking Hannibal didn't get a sumo wrestling ring instead of this. That would be even worse.
"You're going to come to regret that," Arthur said, cheerfully, and clapped his hands. "Get to it!"
[co-written with he who eats bananas, bitch_prince!]