Field Day. Exercise to earn your meals. Bella has heard that some of the meals are relatively shelf-stable - mostly not things in packets like the vending machine's offerings, but peanuts, lots of those, and even if you don't get anything you can keep on your desk for a month you can still fill up on hot dogs and funnel cakes and coconut water and yogurt-covered raisins to coast on the day after. She sticks with Suze's pack, Caio at her heels, on the way down, and tries to look sharp; things start getting really dicey today.
At least she has her shoes.
The gym, usually a wide open glitched-out garden, is still a glitched-out garden, but it has been rectangled into various spaces suited for various activities. Three-legged races, sack races, relay races, egg-and-spoon races. Ring toss, beanbag toss, something that looks oddly similar to skeeball, ninepin bowling, tug of war. Badminton, dodgeball, elaborate hopscotch, six different obstacle courses, rope climbing, rock climbing, human chess, giant Jenga. Jacob's ladder, the rope kind they have at renaissance faires. It's a lot of stuff but it's not enough that you don't have to wait in line, let the seniors go first. Bella compares her height to Caio's, decides it's close enough, and pulls him into the three-legged race line