Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Class 5, Wednesday, Period 5

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Last week's class was in the Danger Room, which was set up to LOOK like the camp gym. This week's class was actually in the camp gym. This may cause some confusion.

But if it causes anyone to be late, Squall will be angry.

Since he'd been there for a while, Squall was passing the time by shooting jump shots from half court. He made more of them than he missed. And there was a big blue net bag full of more basketballs leaning against the bleachers.

Guess what today's lesson is about?


When everyone had arrived, Squall tossed out the sign-in clipboard. "Anyone who calls me 'Stormy' gets detention," he informed them. "Now. The last few classes have been all about important stuff that might mean the difference between life and death." He shrugged. "They won't, because we don't have enough time per class to really teach anything useful, but I can hope, right? So today you're getting a break. This is something that's very socially important to learn, because if you don't know it, you're a lame-ass loser."

"Think fast." He chucked the basketball at the students.

"So. Today we're learning how to play basketball." Squall shrugged and handed out... uh. handouts. "There are rules. There are specific and complicated rules, and stuff. But we're not going to worry about technicalities. This is a friendly game." He smirked, and grabbed another ball from the bag. "You'll divide up into two teams. The object is to get the ball through the hoop at the other end of the court. Two points for that. Three if you can do it from behind the big swoopy line. When you have the ball you HAVE to always be dribbling" -- which he demonstrated. "If you stop dribbling, you can't move and you have to pass to someone else. That's pretty much it."

He scratched his head, trying to remember if there was anything else. "Oh, yeah. Fouls are bad. Don't foul anyone."

He kicked the bag so that it fell over and balls started rolling out. "Grab a ball. Practice dribbling, practice shooting. If you want, pair up and practice passing. Passing's important, unless your teammates suck."

When that had gone on for a while, he blew a whistle loudly and called them all back.

"Okay, now divide up and play a game. Shirts verse skins. If anyone wants to be skins but doesn't want to take their shirt off, wear one of these." He held up a bunch of 4XL pink t-shirts.

"I'll be the referee. Good luck."




[Wait for OCD or whatever]

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Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Wonder how easily Alphonse could manage to avoid a basketball heading for his chest...

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Fairly easily, that is, if he weren't paying attention to the basketball he was currently paying attention to. He barely noticed the second one coming and lifted his hands just in time to catch it, but did take a step back from the impact.

And then looked up questionably at the person who threw it.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"So," Setsuna said, now that she'd gotten Alphonse's attention, crossing her arms in front of her, "Cuddles was my idea, huh?"

This...being mad at Alphonse thing would be a lot easier if he weren't so...him. But Setsuna reminded herself of the previous night and Edward's implications and she was able to maintain the annoyance.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"... Huh?" Alphonse had to think about that, and once realization hit, his eyes grew wide.

He was going to strangle Edward.

"H-he told you that?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe you told him that! Cuddles? I would not name a cat Cuddles!"

She named cats cool things, like Genghis. Or Saigo Takamora. Certainly not Cuddles.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"I-- um, he wasn't supposed to say anything!" Alphonse blurted, which probably didn't help his case any. "I-- I mean, he was making such an issue about it and wouldn't be quiet and... er."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"So you just pass the buck onto me? For Cuddles? When Cuddles was most certainly a fully established name before I even met him? If it were up to me, I would have named him...Katsuo, or something."

Because that was a good, manly name for a strong kitten. Unlike Cuddles.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"But he wasn't supposed to say anything!" Alphonse repeated hastily. "If he didn't make such a big deal about it, I... I am going to hit him."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't matter if he wasn't supposed to say anything!" Setsuna flailed a little. "You still said it! And now that you're defense is that he 'wasn't supposed to say anything...!' Alphonse!" And Setsuna found herself squirming a little as she realized that this was potentially a lot worse than just a misplaced blame regarding the unfortunate name of a cat. Which sucked because things like this weren't supposed to ever happen with Alphonse. "How can I be sure that you're not telling him other things about me that are untrue...?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse looked at her for a long moment before he was able to respond; "Wait, wait, no, nononono," he said quickly, frantically waving his hands in front of him. "It's not like that at all, honest! I mean it! It's just--" Alphonse pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I thought he'd finally be quiet about it all if he heard a satisfying answer, and I didn't mean any harm by it at all."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Well, it didn't exactly work, as he's clearly not just being quiet about the matter." Setsuna drew in a breath, let it out long and slow as a sigh. It wasn't as if she wasn't able to sort it out with Edward, anyway, and, really, on the scale of things she had to worry Alphonse disclosing, the false accusation of a cat's name wasn't...that bad...

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," Alphonse groaned. "I swear... Ed is too much of a pain for his own good sometimes."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"I still can't believe you said that!" Setsuna had to let that out again. "You're just...lucky he believed me when I told him that that was not the case at all."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"S-sorry," Alphonse replied. "I-- I know I shouldn't have done that, but, um... Well I did and I'm sorry."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"..S'okay," Setsuna said, quietly, after a moment. She looked at Alphonse with one eye slid shut judgingly. "Any other things that I supposedly named or did that I should be aware of?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"No, no! T-that was it!"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna studied him for a moment longer. "Okay," she decided. "I made brownies for you, by the way. They're in my room. I think that they played a significant factor in persuading your brother that I'm not at fault for the Cuddles Situation."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse looked surprised at her. "Brownies? Really?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Mmhm." Blushing a little, Setsuna bowed her head a bit to hide the small smile. "Using the recipe we perfected last summer. I thought...I mean...the thought just kind of struck me and stuck with me until I was in the common room, baking and stuff..."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"O-oh. You... didn't have to, but thank you."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"I know I didn't have to," Setsuna said, with a small laugh. "But I wanted to. And you're welcome."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Here," Alphonse tossed the ball he still held back towards Setsuna, without the same force she delivered it to him with. "Think you might need this back."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna caught it easily, with a small smile. "Thanks. You know, Edward, the first version here, said I threw like a girl..." She gave Alphonse a wry smirk. "Was he right?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse made a slight face at that. "I wouldn't say that," he answered, rubbing at his chest a little. "That would've hurt a lot more if I hadn't noticed at all."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Setsuna said, head ducking again. "Could be worse, though. This could be my ninja-ing class..."