Posted by Nathan Miller in Bleacher Seats

Posted by Vice Admiral Lindsay B (Emergency Election Coordinator) in Bleacher Seats
The Beaver trundles over with her extra large popcorn figuring she was late to the party but was surprised to find that there were some choice seats. She got settled and munched, happy to be sitting on the sidelines and ready ‘just in case’.

V. Adm. Lindsay B, Emergency Election Coordinator

Nathan wandered in, glancing about, classic red-and-white-striped popcorn bag in hand. He glanced about, watching the workers scurry about setting up stages, podiums, and, in the background, ballot booths. He spotted the Beaver and moseyed on over, taking a seat nearby. He continued to watch the hustle and bustle as he reached into the bag of the buttery snack, popping one into his mouth. Alost immediately he spat it into his hand, staring at it, then looked into the bag of wood shavings in horror.

He looked over at the Beaver munching on her popcorn, longingly.

“Trade you?” he pleaded.

Nathan

Narwhal, gliding gracefully through the cool STF waters, observed the bustling scene unfolding on the shore with keen interest. Workers hurried about, setting up stages and ballot booths for the upcoming election. Nearby, the sweet aroma of cotton candy drifted through the air, and a fluffy wisp of pink candy floss delicately clung to the tip of his horn.

Narwhal