[Open/Active] Beware the power of potatoes!

[moar_power]

Characters: Tim, Tim's Mentor Group, Spectators!
Location: The lawn
Time: Afternoon, while there's still sun
Content: Tim. Students. Potato Cannons
Format: Action preferred, you're welcome to treat it like a party thread and just start threads wherever while watching the show
Warnings: Beware of Tim explosions.

[Tim's on the front lawn, a bunch of

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Mentor Group Shenanigans

[logical_truth]

[His arms are crossed in front of him and he's watching this, seriously asking himself why he was there.]

[Oh yeah, the insane man with the potato projector.]

[kreecockroach]

[Noh-Varr's just scowling and fixing Tim with a judgmental look.]

This is juvenile. Are we done yet?

[logical_truth]

[Watches another potato get launched. Awe, Tim looks like he's having so much fun.]

I do not think he is done, yet. There are still sacks of potatoes left that are not maimed.

[moar_power]

[Tim finally seems to notice his audience and puts down his potato cannon]

Guys, why are you just standing there? There are plenty of potatoes. And cannons. Grab a few!

Spectator Shenanigans

[ultimate_flame]

[Roy is mildly disappointed that there doesn't seem to be anything remotely flammable in your collection, but he's still hoping you pull it off. He has a small foil bag of popcorn ready for popping should this get entertaining enough.]

[He raises a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches the potato fly off into parts unknown.]

Huh. Good distance.

[moar_power]

[Tim's running out of soda bottles to explode, so he puts the potato gun down and picks up another one. This time the loading goes: Hairspray, potato, a spark via a trigger]

[There's a little boom, and the potato shoots out of the cannon and into the lake. Tim grunts and notices Roy.] You want one? [gestures to potato cannons all over the lawn]

[ultimate_flame]

[Hairspray and a spark. Ah, Tim, you didn't disappoint! Just a matter of time now.]

[Roy waves a hand.] I'll watch the master at work before grabbing my own.

/slides into the spectator thread

[fairerthandeath]

[ John has... pretty much decided Tim here kinda counts as a mild... security risk of sorts. Worth keeping an eye on. He makes his way over carefully and stops by you, Roy. Partly because you have popcorn. Partly because he has a feeling you share his general opinion that something is likely to explode soon. ]

[ Quietly: ]

Care to place a bet?

MANLY THREAD

[supremeweek]

[What's this junk going on outside? Sounds like there's stuff getting blown up. Nothing impressive, but still worth checking out. Most explosions around here are something Franky is the first to know about, so this definitely piques his curiosity.]

[As he sees the scene, he crosses his arm in indeterminate opinion. Right, he remembered seeing this guy online once. Weird guy. Well, at least with potatoes the staff and kids are less likely to spaz for no reason.]

You make this junk yourself?

[moar_power]

[offended Tim is offended. He fires off a potato cannon, managing to make it about two thirds of the way across the lake] Junk? These are premium Binford PVC pipes!

[supremeweek]

[Sorry Tim, that's just how Franky refers to anything that wasn't made by him. He inspects one of them with a critical eye.]

Yeh, it's decent enough, I guess, if you're just going for using tubers and whatever. [He gives Tim a look over.] Good for the fun stuff, if that's what y'want.

[moar_power]

It's a good way to get the kids started. It's not like I'd trust them to build a hot rod now.

Kind of envious of this mentor group now thread

[musicalmesmer]

[He'd seen on the network that this was going down, and what kind of guy turned down a chance to look at amateur guns and exploding spuds? Not this guy, which is why he's standing outside, watching those potatoes fly with a slightly slackjawed and very impressed expression. Man, these things go forever, huh]

Niiiiiiice.

Along with WTH it's raining potatoes! thread

[mutedbackbeat]

[ Thud. ... What's that? He goes to inspect the object with a confused curiosity. ... a half smashed potato? A potato? He picks it up. It's a potato... Thud. He looks in the direction of the sound. Another potato? Thud. Thud. More potatoes... Derrick's eyes go wide. Is it actually raining-- thud. He starts to run, hears J's tune, and goes to him. ]

"......... Why the hell is it raining potatoes?"

[ He looks a little tense and still has the half smashed potato in his hands. ]

[musicalmesmer]

[He hears Derrick before he sees him and can't figure out why he sounds so tense...until he hears the question and sees the potato. Yeah, now he's cracking up. After a few seconds, he straightens up a bit and gestures towards mentor, mentor group, spectators, and the makings of potato guns]

There's your answer.

[mutedbackbeat]

... ... Hm...? ... ... ... Oh...

[ Embarrassed, just embarrassed. With all the differences he's seen from the school, he may have believed potatoes were a weather pattern here for a beat... ]

((You knew this was coming))

[moar_power]

[Tim stopped shooting off potato cannons thoughtfully, eying the potato cannon in his hand thoughtfully. What if he could combine the best of both the dry ice ones and the hair spray ones? More power, that was what! He began tinkering]

[He doesn't notice the students still playing with the potato guns until he finishes his experiment, dropping a full can of hairspray into the bottom of the barrel, then adding a potato. Tim aimed the gun, then grunted loudly as he pulled the trigger]

FWOOM!!!

[a small fire has started]

((Roy is not displeased. XD))

[ultimate_flame]

[Dry ice plus hairspray equals fire? Or did Tim have some pyrokinesis in him?]

[Regardless, Roy reached towards the flames, wrestling control over the crazed blaze that wanted desperately to keep going. He then snuffed them out with a thought.]

Spock is >.>

[logical_truth]

[He stares. There isn't anything he can do, no machine or metal or anything he can control. He blinks at Tim.]

Why? Why was that necessary?

Damn I need a Crispy!Tim icon. Oh well.

[moar_power]

[The air is suddenly not on fire cool and Tim blinks, his jaw working furiously. He doesn't taste fire extinguisher foam.]

[arches non-existent eyebrow. His skin's a little broiled, but he seems fine] What wasn't necessary?