Streets of Fandom Friday Afternoon
Ten Minutes ago: Returning from a handwaved trip to the store, Tim was pleasantly surprised to see a gift wrapped package on the coffee table for him. The card read: "Welcome Back!" In retrospect, he should have known better than to open it without checking first.
The Gremlin leaped out of the box, bit Tim on the shoulder, and dashed out of the apartment, giggling.
Now: Charles Giteau was on a mission. He was destined to become the next ambassador to France. All he needed was to talk to the President. If he could only find him.
[Open to anyone who's willing to be mistaken for President Garfield and shot with a water gun.]
The Gremlin leaped out of the box, bit Tim on the shoulder, and dashed out of the apartment, giggling.
Now: Charles Giteau was on a mission. He was destined to become the next ambassador to France. All he needed was to talk to the President. If he could only find him.
[Open to anyone who's willing to be mistaken for President Garfield and shot with a water gun.]