BOUNCY FUN! (open)

[Brendan James]

So the whole ‘asking permission’ thing wasn’t really high up on Brendan’s to do list. Which, I’m sure, nobody appreciated. However, it just wasn’t his way, his motto being that it’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission.

Let’s just hope that Kat is the forgiving type.

For you see, a race had been planned. And while he wasn’t entirely sure on what had been the image in everybody’s mind, Bren was sure his picture was bigger. Because he’d made flyers. Hundreds of them. And spread them all across Pilot Ridge. This would be a town affair!

They were taped to windows, put on windshields, stapled to telephone poles. He’d even sent a stack to the school for Vin to throw around wherever he pleased. Of course, he probably should’ve been more specific in telling Vin how to go about spreading out the flyers. Bren loved his boyfriend, but the young boy would probably just throw them around. Literally.

Whatever. As long as they got out and people knew what was going on.

[Terrowin Guthrie]

Terrowin already knew about the event because of his relationship with Kat. What he didn't know was that Bren had taken it upon himself to advertise the damn thing all over the city. Ter was fine with it - the more the better! - but he couldn't wait to see the look on Kat's face when she saw all the posters spread around town. Of course Terrowin was going to take part, and he knew that his speed would be a huge advantage as long as no one cheated. IF.

He wondered what the prize could be...

[Kateri Rivera]

When Kateri saw the flyer, she wasn't sure she was the forgiving type. What had originally been intended as a small, relatively fun thing--with booze, of course, because she was Irish and nothing was quite as fun sober as it was drunk--was plastered all. Over. Town. Brendan was so dead. She'd even seen some at the school, although she'd done her best to take some of those down so she didn't get into trouble with any school officials. She'd been tempted to call up Brendan to yell at him, but while staring at the thirtieth picture, she decided that the old adage was better. "Don't get mad, get even."

Now she only had to decide HOW to get even. She suspected the prize was going to be the best method.

[Esme Bakus]

Esme had been locked away in the lab a whole lot recently. Things had gotten stuffy down there and she really just felt like she hadn't seen anyone in a million years. That feeling was exacerbated when she caught sight of one of the flyers flung on the hall floor. There was one stuck to her car too. Clearly this was a sign! She smiled as she pulled it off her windshield and tucked it into the pocket of her jeans.

She was small and agile. That prize was totally going to be hers! And if not, well maybe she could make some new friends.

Or like...see the sun or something.