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party post: hail the conquering heroes | outside, tree fort

Anyone in the main barroom or out by the lake today will be treated to an odd sight. Dozens of girls, shouting, squealing, running through the backdoor and across the lawn, arms laden with all manner of treats — and one boy, tied up, pulled along with them.

The gang makes their way to the forest, where a tree fort rises above the ground. It's quite a fancy fort, equipped with slingshots, water balloon launchers, and other weaponry and defenses. The interior paneling has some Cybertronian script on it. There's a tire swing outside fashioned from a tractor tire, a crow's nest, and the entrance may be had by ladder, drawbridge, or manual elevator. Inside there are comics, pudding snacks, and the sort of things you'd expect to see in a tree house. It was clearly designed by somebody who really loved their gadgets, and knew what they were doing.

Kate and Natasha have seized the property. Being outlaws in need of a hideout, and all.

"This way!"

Natasha is already inside, leaving all entrances open to the returning posse and offering cover from anyone who might be following. Once the snacks are secured and the prisoner is dealt with, everyone can breathe a huge sigh of relief.

And enjoy the fruits of their labor.

[ooc: ~~give us one minute to set up some thread headings before tagging~~ We're open for business! This post is wide, wide open to everyone — boy, girl, adult, child, animal, mineral, etc. The girls will be inside the tree fort, but it's completely visible from the ground for any who want to stop by and see what's going on, or sneak their way in. ^__^

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The soda being sprayed is more annoying than alarming. It's less shocking and less immediately freezing than having an entire gatorade cooler, full of water and ice, poured on your head. Also, there's less cheering about more record breaking going on in this circumstance, too.

There's the urge to string the little girl up by her knees, but Steve still got some preservation for small girls and their heads.

Really all he does for that one is raise a hand to block any part of it hitting his face, because the clothes are a loss already. Ice cream and water drenched, now being ice cream, soda and water drenched. Looking toward Emma, whose clothes are far too soaked everywhere now, and snapp. "Dude, seriously? Now you think about changing sides? Are you bent?"

Not that the fortifications aren't cool, even without time to look at them. But come on, he could have stayed seated then.

Besides it's the principle. You don't make deals with terrorists. Even the tiniest of little girl terrorists, shouting cowboy quotes.

"You'll never take me aliwhoaaa hey put me down!"

Tommy had put up with being tickled. He'd put up with being hog-tied. He'd put up with everything else, but being picked up and hoisted over a (girl's) shoulder? This is downright undignified.

There's only one thing for it.

"Release the secret weapon!"

Um. Do they even have a secret weapon?

He just thought it sounded like the right thing to shout right about now.

Well, they have a tiny little Soviet girl who is going to start concentrating on Emma's knees. Knees are great! They bend and people fall over and -

"FOR THE PEOPLE!" Natasha shouts, and lobs a water-balloon directly at Emma's legs.

"THE PEOPLE!"

Dixie doesn't even know what that means, but she does have a leftover apple pie and good aim.

Better duck, Steve.

Their secret weapon is a tiny ~~adorable~~ Southern Belle lobbing pies. They would make a great Golden Age of Cinema ensemble.

Speaking of, Kate manifests with a makeshift bolas. It's no more than a length of cord attached to two soaked Nerf footballs, but it does the trick remarkably well. She swings the bolas with all her might and starts aiming for ankles.

"You won't have us t'your necktie social, y'varmints! No way, no how!"

It's a good strategy. With a rock, or something heavy, it would work great.

As it is, the water balloon just bursts against her knee and soaks her left leg as she rocks a little against the impact and glares at the tiny redhead, while the bola wraps around her ankles, leaves her still standing there, rolling her eyes. "What? Look, just, hold it, okay? Jeez, everybody just, PAUSE."

The last word gets bellowed into the air, and she shifts, talks over her shoulder to the little boy.

"Fine. Kid, you want to stay here and play with the girls, or what? Because it is really easy to just say so and we'll leave you here with your girlfriends and go back to the bar to find something dry to wear."

And something strong to drink, if she can get Bar to look the other way.

"They ain't my girlfriends!"

Because clearly this is the most important thing to clarify.

And because it's difficult to address her directly from his position, he's just going to have to address her ass.

"I didn't need your help anyways! So just put me the fuck down an' leave us alone an' take your boyfriend with you!"

She may feel free to dump the potty-mouthed little brat in the nearest puddle any time now.

"You got it, champ. Next time I see a kid all tied up and getting his ass hauled off to a treehouse, I won't bother."

She's not gonna drop the little twerp in a puddle, though. Nope, she just lifts her hand and lets him slide right off her shoulder, headfirst, to the floor.

She kind of hopes he cracks his skull on it. For all her tone is cool, her face is burning. Here she is, wet through, covered in fuck knows what kind of gunk, trying to do the right thing, and she's getting it thrown in her face?

Yeah, that's the last time she tries to lend a hand. Fat lot of good it did here.

She bends to unwrap the bola without bothering check if the kid hit the floor with his head or his shoulder, kicks it off, and shoots a defiant glance back at Steve. There's no reason for her to be pissed at him, too, but she's not exactly feeling all that charitable, either. "I'm out."

"I'm with you."

Yeah. Steve's quite done with this popsicle stand. And all of the kids.

He never signed up to be drenched in and half-deafened with water, then covered in ice cream, soda, and now pie.

Especially when it's all happening for absolutely no good reason. Over a kid who's gone soft headed on his girl captors who rather did hog tie him, shove a gag in his mouth, and carry him off as a hostage. "Come on, let's leave The Land of the Flies to themselves already."

There's a gesture of his hand for Emma to get with going back through the hole she came up. Because he'll take it next. He's got no need to go bowling straight back out the window unless he has to. Which he will, if she doesn't move. But it is nice to at least offer it to a girl, first. Especially when she seems like the only other rational person in the room.

Edited 2013-11-04 05:52 (UTC)

"Wh- auuugh!"

Luckily Tommy breaks his fall by landing on his hands first, then takes a hard tumble onto his back with a WHUMP (and also a bit of a SPLAT, since the floor is now slick with water and goo). It smarts and knocks the breath out of him, and his eyes sting with anger, but he's not going to cry, because boys don't cry. He just gives that blonde girl a snarl as she makes her way to the hatch.

There's ice cream, and chocolate, and candy, and cookies, and there are comic books and toys up here. When you're a ten-year-old boy with his own interests in mind, it's amazing what you can forgive when sweets are involved. The girl and her boyfriend are old, practically adults, so they wouldn't understand anyway.

Little boys are durable, and she's not tall. The drop from her shoulder isn't going to hurt him for more than a few seconds, and he's not getting either her sympathy or anything other than a scrunched-up, derisive glance at that growl.

"Careful, kiddies," she says, dripping sarcasm. "Sounds to me like he's got rabies."

Okay, fine. She might be old -- practically adult -- but she's still got feelings that can hurt, and little boys have a way of stomping all over those with hobnailed boots.

But she'll be damned if she lets it show.

So she just lets Steve give her a hand to the hatch, and pulls herself through, drops lightly to the ground in the dark, only pausing until she hears him following her, before stalking off back to the bar, lips set, brushing ineffectually at her wet shirt.

"He's a revolutionary," Natasha shoots back. Boy or no, he's a COMRADE.

Once the youth leaves with the older girl, Natasha firmly locks the hatch, and then stamps on it. Take that, would be kidnappers!

And the kidnappers have left, and this means one thing:

"WE WON!" she shouts. "WE WON, WE WON, WE WON, ICE CREAM FOR EVERYONE!"

Honestly, Tommy's switch surprises Kate as much as anyone else. Up until the final moment she had her suspicions that he was a no-good dirty rotten spy. However, the fort and their loot had to be defended either way.

So she sits, blinking, watching the retreat in shock. She thought they'd lost, but — well, Natasha has said it. She beams.

"YAHOO! We won, an' nobody got hanged!"

This was a concern.

"Good job, everybody. This is the best gang in the universe."

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