The Streets of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

"Alright, guys!" Zack's arms were crossed over his chest as he looked around the streets. Handwavey Messages had been left on the phones of anybody who had exchanged numbers at past Reserve meetings, Martial or Magic, and people had been told to bring whatever they needed in order to go zombie-fish hunting. "This is kind of like the time we had

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[weetuskenraider]

This, Tahiri thought, would be a lot easier if she had a working lightsaber, but making do with her gaderffii and blaster wasn't too bad, all things considered. Target practice, plus she could hear Corran telling her now she shouldn't rely too heavily on her lightsaber anyway so she might as well use this as a learning experience.

"I can't decide," she remarked out loud, picking off a piranha with a nicely placed blaster bolt, "if this is more or less disgusting than alligators vomiting up goldfish."

[momslilassassin]

"More," Ben declared, making a face. "Kriffing zombies."

[weetuskenraider]

"Killing them twice is a pain, isn't it?" A splattery pain, too; don't ask how disgusting it was when Tahiri pinned a piranha to the ground with the spiked-hook end of her gaderffii. "It's just where they're flying on their own, and not being spit out of some smelly lizard's mouth . . ."

[momslilassassin]

Ben ducked as one whizzed at his head. "That one had the element of weirdness going for it," he said. "This is just...smelly."

[weetuskenraider]

"And wrong." Tahiri flung a hand out to Force-nudge one piranha so it careened into three others oncoming. "Not to mention something I'm never mentioning to Master Cilghal."

[momslilassassin]

He burst out laughing. "Probably a good choice," he agreed. "Do we have any idea what these things want, other than our brains?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I don't know for sure," Tahiri answered, eyes twinkling -- yes, while she hacked through a piranha with the blade end of the gaderffii, "but I bet it's something they can really sink their teeth into."

[momslilassassin]

"That was terrible," he informed her with a groan, then his eyes narrowed. "Duck." His lightsaber swung out.

[weetuskenraider]

"Of course --" Tahiri was already ducking, and snapping off a couple of blaster bolts at the fish heading toward Ben from the side as she did -- "it was terrible. It was supposed to be."

She put another bolt through a piranha's eye. "You know what this makes me realize? We haven't gone out for dinner in a while."

[momslilassassin]

"Sushi?" he suggested with a gleam in his eyes.

[weetuskenraider]

"Now who's terrible?" exclaimed Tahiri, clubbing a piranha away.

This wasn't dissuading her from the idea, though. Look, you get used to subsisting on grey paste sucked directly out of the distended-bag organism that creates it and your standards of gross would shift too.

". . . you're on."

[momslilassassin]

He leaned in to kiss her cheek. "It's a date, then."

They were so very odd.

[weetuskenraider]

What was wrong with that?

"Want to set a time?" Tahiri asked. "Or when we hit a certain number of fish?"

[momslilassassin]

"Number of fish," Ben decided, "and the loser pays for dinner."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri pretended to heave a sigh -- which was nicely timed with the Force wall she threw up to send a small school of piranhas flying back. "Now it's going to be a ridiculously high number, isn't it?"

[momslilassassin]

"We should leave some for everyone else," Ben said, glancing down the street. "Say...fifteen?"