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Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: Avengers/Police First Annual Carnival ~~and Shenanigans~~
Where: Central Park
When: Saturday and Sunday
Warning: TBD
Summary: here
Format: Para to start and then quicklog -- tag yourselves in!

Staying awake for nearly 48 hours was nothing new to Janet. She had been a graduate student, once, not too long ago, and there was a time right before her dissertations were due that she stayed awake for nearly five days on nothing but coffee grinds and a prayer. Everyone had just finished setting up for the carnival-- food stands, a stage, everything colorfully decorated, and some reporters hanging around-- and Jan, in all of her OCD glory was triple checking every piece of wood, nail, and screw.

It wasn't terribly large but there were a fair number of booths and people who couldn't wait to dunk, watch eat pie, or kiss some of their city's finest. Janet was pretty sure that every old lady in the city would give their meds and cane to have a chance to kiss Tony Stark.

Tiredness was starting to hit her but it was overwhelmed by anxiety. If anything went wrong, it was going to be completely on her. So far, so good but she didn't want to jinx it.

Jan took a sip of her eighteenth cup of coffee and said a little prayer to any deity listening.

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[Pete dismisses another man, who is listing to one side and has to be carried away.

And now only Bruce and Shawn are left.

Who will win in a world of: Laser Cats?

Not that this is a world of Laser Cats, I'm just asking hypothetically.]

Edited 2010-01-24 05:38 (UTC)

[ The fifth pie goes down uneasily and Shawn is started to feel sick in his belly, but he figures it's worth it. He can feel the competitive heat radiating from Nerdy McNerd and boy, can he not pass by a challenge. He's won these contests before. It should be a breeze. Of course, he wasn't planning on entering first and he probably shouldn't have eaten that fried onion earlier. Still, he's trekking on to the sixth pie. In that round, the other guy suddenly chokes mid-bite and runs screaming from the table. It's down to two. ]

[ This has become man versus man---a true competition. Bruce wets his lips nervously, untucking his oxford shirt. At this point, he's willing to suffer a bellyache if it means winning. It's...still for a good cause, after all, even if it means that Jan's going to have to roll him home. Bruce scrapes the sixth pie tin clean, asking politely for blueberry next. ]

[ Shawn barely makes it through the sixth pie. He goes to seventh and mutters something about how if they could specially order their pies, Shawn would already be on his twelfth. He takes two bites out of the next order and starts to feel his teeth ache and his throat verily refusing to swallow. Oh, he'll keep trying. Shawn is stubborn. ]

[ Bruce is getting very tired of eating. His jaw is getting sore from chewing thoroughly and this is the most he's downed in one sitting since, well, the last time Hulk ate someone. The fullness is uncomfortable, but not painful. His pain tolerance is ridiculous. He finishes the seventh pie and takes the deepest breath he can. He needs a moment to let this settle before he goes on. If the other man's power isn't eating, he's going to be surprised ]

Wow.

[ Shawn breathes, looking down at his unfinished pie and suddenly feeling very sick of pie. If Gus were here, he'd be coaching him and holding a stopwatch to his face and Shawn would be doing his best Rocky impression. That suddenly left Shawn with little to no appetite (depressing thoughts can do that to a guy). He quietly shoved the tin can away from himself, stood up, and walked to the nearest trash can to hurl in. ]

The winner is Banner!

[The crowd cheers, both because Bruce has won, and because someone has puked.]