pineslog | ( march event ) mad skillz

EVENT: MAD SKILLZ

The flyers were everywhere. Slipped into mailboxes and taped to windows, these yellow sheets of paper are more than ready to catch a few eyes. That parking ticket you thought you got, tucked under your wiper blade? Nope, that's another flyer. (It goes without saying that each public trash can holds at least a few.)

Honestly, it's nearly impossible to live in the town of Wayward Pines and not know of the Skills Fair being hosted in a park north of where most of you live on this upcoming Saturday. Whether or not you choose to attend is entirely up to you.

Venture toward the park on 3rd and Alder anytime between 11 AM and 5 PM, and a colorful assortment of tents will greet you, from which drifts the buzz of conversation and a small assortment of downright delicious smells. The first few tents - the largest by a decent margin - are the food court and the sign-in desk for anyone looking to teach. It's far from mandatory, but a volunteer from the tent makes a lap every so often to make note of those who didn't sign up, for a full list of skills that newcomers can show up and learn. The food court hosts your typical limited variety of BBQ and pseudo-cultural foods, good for a quick bite and respite from a long day of sharing skills.

The rest of the park hosts a scattered grid of smaller tents and booths in varying colors. At first glance, they seem to be free for use - even since you've arrived, one or two people have strolled in off the street to set up one booth or another with relevant teaching supplies. Feel free to claim one for yourself, or maybe just stroll through the park and see what there is to be learned.

Taped to a tree or tent every so often is a request for those offering to teach any excessively loud or alarming skills (like firearm proficiency) to take their pupils to the makeshift shooting range set up two blocks north for the occasion. It's nothing special, a series of near-pristine targets in an unnecessarily large area taped off with bright yellow safety ribbon, but it's more of a shooting range than the town had before. Any other skill in need of some sort of target is also welcome to use the range, if they need it. In fact, it may be a wise alternative to trying to teach knife-throwing or archery in the park; below the request is a warning, stating that in the case of any injuries sustained at the Skills Fair, deliberate or accidental, the individual who caused the wound will be held responsible as if they committed assault. If that's not incentive to be a little more careful, what is?

Additionally, on the side of the sign-in tent and pinned to a tree facing each of the surrounding streets is a copy of the Official Notice, framed and enlarged at 1.5x, in case anyone might forget.

Might want to keep it in mind. You never know who might be listening.

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( after an hour at his booth (where howard hangs upside drinking vodka pretty much the entire time), he calls for an intermission. howard stumbles through the disappointed crowd and promises them that act ii will begin... as soon as howard stops seeing four of everything. his stomach overpowers his brain and guides him towards the smell of food. without knowing it, howard soon finds himself in a line, paper plate in hand and being served spoonfuls of potato salad and baked beans. a stack of brisket plops down on his plate by a guy wearing sunglasses (even though they're inside). next to him, someone says that the bbq is worth trying and, before howard can even get a good look at the food, he mutters, ) I would. If the tire marks weren't so obvious.

( bbq pancakes. groovy )

It's not that bad.

[Actually, it mostly...just looks like generic barbecue that's been sitting out over a warmer for several hours, which probably isn't the most appealing thing to most people, but the sauce is alright. Probably. Whatever, it isn't poison and it's hot, he'll take it. 10K shrugs, heaping his own plate of seconds.]

Most of this stuff's pretty alright, actually, especially if you put enough sauce on it. I wouldn't try the jello salad, though. Trust me.

[Who knew gelatinous desserts could look that ominous?]

( oh 10k, you innocent, naive baby. you don't know of the horrors during the cold war: that's right, gelatin cookbooks. filled with recipes that include tuna in gelatin, vegetables in gelatin, pineapple and tuna in gelatin. shudder. not that howard knows of these horrors either (or would remember the beginnings of it), but if howard did, he could tell you of the horrors of a fish shaped gelatin and its olive eyes staring into his soul.

he pokes the jello salad with the serving spoon and looks at the guy next to him, flashing him a wicked grin. ) How much would you bet that I could eat?

( look, howard is just drunk enough to think eating spoonfuls of this gelatin shit is a good idea. feel free to take advantage of that drunkenness. )

[Thank god for small favors. His world might be full of terrible things but at least it does not have molded tuna jello salads.

10K eyes the spoon and Howard both with a very dubious look, wondering just how far he can get before the inevitable jello that goes down comes back up again.]

I don't know, how strong is your stomach?

[And/or how much do you hate yourself? Relevant questions, oh gentleman smelling strongly of vodka.]

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