Recruitment Drive!
Come get yer Mount Washed!
Fiora stood in cut off jean shorts and converse sneakers. Her bright hot pink bikini straps were visible above the scooped neckline of one of her limited edition t-shirts emblazoned with the WestEnd Wargs!
She'd convinced one of the myriad local orphanages to assist in her latest harebrained scheme and the kids all milled about their various ponds, buckets, techno-sprays and hoses. They were grinning in excitement and chattering away as Fiora had promised all those who helped tickets to the first game and attendance in the Picnic with your Player set for opening weekend at the park.
Every last one of them wore a different style of dress emblazoned with the various symbols and slogans of the WEST END WARGS!
This little shindig was going to reimburse her strained account after paying for the first round of merchandise creation.
As she waved in the man on a horse and pointed him toward the stable area, she dutifully flagged down the camaro coming down the road and ushered him with the other hand to the awaiting kids. From above she was pretty sure that was a gryphon rider and she hopped up and down and waved excitedly, "This way! This way! Come get yer mount washed for donations to the West End Wargs!"
The memo encouraging players (Past, present and future hopefuls) to join had landed on anybody and everybody's desks across town, delivered by an army of pixies. "COME HELP RAISE MONEY FOR YOUR TEAM!"
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She sent a searching glance around and hoped to see some familiar faces. The Grangers? The school kids? Quinn?
Currently in the process of shoving a wet soapy brush through the thick fur of the Yeti, she hit a snarled tangle and the beast yowled its displeasure.
All movement stopped for a moment. Frozen children looked in horror at the great beast as it had pulled back its lips from its tusk like teeth.
"Oh shut it! Ye walkin' carpet! I can't imagine who rides ye? I mean seriously? I've never heard of a Yeti as a mount!" But even as the ebullient realtor rattled on she gently untangled the comb from the wet fur and offered a wet, soppy hug that left her grey shirt clinging to her.
Somewhere along the way she'd gotten soaked completely through so there seemed little reason not to just 'embrace' the entire ordeal.
As crisis was seemingly averted, the Yeti even offering what could be considered a growling laugh. The excited children went back to bubbling bright activity.
Pushing back a heavy hank of wet russet curls she sent a searching glance around the area again. Hopefully some of the players had seen the invitation she'd sent out. Had she sent the invitations?
It was her turn to freeze in shock. "Oh nononono."
Scrambling down the ladder that had allowed her to reach the Yeti's neck she hastily hollered, "Rinse!" To which a dozen youths opened up the nozzles and let the water spray.
Weaving through the assorted chaos she arrived at her discarded purse and pulled out her Blackberry. Wet hands bobbled the object before she was able to push the Carrier Pigeon icon.
As soon as he picked up she was off, "Oh Euriya! I think I forgot to send out the invites to the Wargs! How can they be here if I never asked them to be? BEEP! I was...wait..why is it blinking?! What is it doing?! No! BEEP! Stop that you over-glorified paperweight! BEEP! I will END YOU----CLICK."
(Please feel free to join in as participant of all kinds. The thread open for interaction is here -- Thank you!)
Edited to add Link. Whoops. And recreated upon a minor mishap
Come get yer Mount Washed!
Fiora stood in cut off jean shorts and converse sneakers. Her bright hot pink bikini straps were visible above the scooped neckline of one of her limited edition t-shirts emblazoned with the WestEnd Wargs!
She'd convinced one of the myriad local orphanages to assist in her latest harebrained scheme and the kids all milled about their various ponds, buckets, techno-sprays and hoses. They were grinning in excitement and chattering away as Fiora had promised all those who helped tickets to the first game and attendance in the Picnic with your Player set for opening weekend at the park.
Every last one of them wore a different style of dress emblazoned with the various symbols and slogans of the WEST END WARGS!
This little shindig was going to reimburse her strained account after paying for the first round of merchandise creation.
As she waved in the man on a horse and pointed him toward the stable area, she dutifully flagged down the camaro coming down the road and ushered him with the other hand to the awaiting kids. From above she was pretty sure that was a gryphon rider and she hopped up and down and waved excitedly, "This way! This way! Come get yer mount washed for donations to the West End Wargs!"
The memo encouraging players (Past, present and future hopefuls) to join had landed on anybody and everybody's desks across town, delivered by an army of pixies. "COME HELP RAISE MONEY FOR YOUR TEAM!"
****************
She sent a searching glance around and hoped to see some familiar faces. The Grangers? The school kids? Quinn?
Currently in the process of shoving a wet soapy brush through the thick fur of the Yeti, she hit a snarled tangle and the beast yowled its displeasure.
All movement stopped for a moment. Frozen children looked in horror at the great beast as it had pulled back its lips from its tusk like teeth.
"Oh shut it! Ye walkin' carpet! I can't imagine who rides ye? I mean seriously? I've never heard of a Yeti as a mount!" But even as the ebullient realtor rattled on she gently untangled the comb from the wet fur and offered a wet, soppy hug that left her grey shirt clinging to her.
Somewhere along the way she'd gotten soaked completely through so there seemed little reason not to just 'embrace' the entire ordeal.
As crisis was seemingly averted, the Yeti even offering what could be considered a growling laugh. The excited children went back to bubbling bright activity.
Pushing back a heavy hank of wet russet curls she sent a searching glance around the area again. Hopefully some of the players had seen the invitation she'd sent out. Had she sent the invitations?
It was her turn to freeze in shock. "Oh nononono."
Scrambling down the ladder that had allowed her to reach the Yeti's neck she hastily hollered, "Rinse!" To which a dozen youths opened up the nozzles and let the water spray.
Weaving through the assorted chaos she arrived at her discarded purse and pulled out her Blackberry. Wet hands bobbled the object before she was able to push the Carrier Pigeon icon.
As soon as he picked up she was off, "Oh Euriya! I think I forgot to send out the invites to the Wargs! How can they be here if I never asked them to be? BEEP! I was...wait..why is it blinking?! What is it doing?! No! BEEP! Stop that you over-glorified paperweight! BEEP! I will END YOU----CLICK."
(Please feel free to join in as participant of all kinds. The thread open for interaction is here -- Thank you!)
Edited to add Link. Whoops. And recreated upon a minor mishap