Adventures, Capers and Escapes - Danger Shop, Thursday, Period 3

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was waiting outside the Danger Shop for everyone today. As they arrived, he handed them each a red football jersey suited for their size. "Put those on. Football, or soccer, is a sport or a religion on Earth depending on who you're talking to, where on the planet you are and which era you're visiting. You're all going to learn a blatant lesson today about how no matter where you go and what sort of trouble you get yourselves into, there are going to be people who will judge you by how you look rather than what you have to say. The lesson is about why it's wrong, not how to do the same, in case anyone hasn't caught on. Once you have your shirt on, in you go. Mind the locals."

Inside the Danger Shop was a pub. A British pub, actually. It was busy, the beer was flowing, the patrons were largely inebriated and there was a football match on the big screen TVs around the place between the blue-shirted local team and the red-shirted team that the students were now apparently supporters of due to their attire.

Their arrival drew the attention of the blue-shirted supporters, who it seemed didn't take very kindly to the opposition ruining their party.

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[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

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[awakestheghosts]

Chloe Saunders

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[wrongkindofsith]

Cara

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Princess Ariel

Outside the Danger Shop

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

Put your jerseys on, gather, chat, etc.

Re: Outside the Danger Shop

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara poked warily at the jersey, it was very...baggy.

Re: Outside the Danger Shop

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

Gabrielle frowned at the jersey; it was, well.

Far more fabric than she was used to wearing, unless she was dressed up for one of their bizarre --

Capers. Oh. Right. Well, in that case, it wasn't that strange, even if the fabric felt completely weird once she'd pulled it on over her bilious green sports bra top.

Inside the Pub

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

Mod your rowdies or play for each other, try not to get thrown out or into a bar fight. Or do. Whatever works! The blue shirt supporters are programmed to not like you very much at the outset of the program.

Re: Inside the Pub

[wrongkindofsith]

It took Cara about thirty seconds to start a fight, even for her that was oddly quick.

Re: Inside the Pub

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Oh lovely. Helen stood in her red jersey and rolled her eyes. Then she shifted her right hand into a sharpie, and making sure the biggest of the blue jersied group was watching, carefully drew a circle on the front of the shirt and drew a line through it. That got a roar of approval.

Re: Inside the Pub

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Hank gave the room a very sly look, like he was about to do something astoundingly clever, and pulled his bright blue neckerchief out from underneath the red jersey. "Hooray for both teams!!!"

Re: Inside the Pub

[notmyownage]

Deep down, Claudia had kind of always wanted to try being a soccer hooligan.

Which would explain why she climbed up on a table and started yelling about how great red was. If only she could find out the name of the actual team. . . .

Re: Inside the Pub

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba just stared at Claudia.

"What in Ozma's name are you doing?" she said, flabberghasted. That seemed like asking for a fight.

Re: Inside the Pub

[notmyownage]

"Experimenting," Claudia said cheerfully. "I wanna see what happens."

Re: Inside the Pub

[exspeedydotcom]

"Oh, my God," Roy said, "do you want to die?"

Re: Inside the Pub

[notmyownage]

"Please. They're holograms. Woo! Go red, go! Crush the blue team!"

Re: Inside the Pub

[exspeedydotcom]

Roy was entirely prepared for a bar brawl if he had to be in one, but he decided to start things off by trying to be placatory. "I," he told everyone glaring at him, "am a stupid, stupid American. I am lost and confused. You should pity me and direct me to wherever the Reds gather, instead of punching me in the face."

Talk to the Doctor or TAs

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

The Doctor is over by the pool table winning holographic money and not making new friends. The TAs are wherever they say they are. They're probably your best bet if you need help getting out of a bad situation!

Re: Talk to the Doctor or TAs

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was there, complete with a still fading black eye before she got into the fight.

Re: Talk to the Doctor or TAs

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

In between games, since he had to share the pool table, the Doctor extracted Cara from her situation. "What happened to your face?"

Re: Talk to the Doctor or TAs

[wrongkindofsith]

Times like this, Cara missed having Zedd around to speed up her healing. "Nothing important."

Re: Talk to the Doctor or TAs

[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

Bobby was a terrible bet unless the help needed was of the 'I'm tiny and innocent' sort.

He was currently trying to explain to a girl nearly twice his size why he had accidentally put on red.

OOC

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

Would love to be here to NPC all of your drunken soccer fans, but I'm off to Brisbane for the extended weekend to help Sharron move into her now-not-flooded-but-rebuilt-yay house!

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[notlikejack.livejournal.com]

FISH CUSTARD

Re: OOC

[exspeedydotcom]

I was actually still wearing a Liverpool jersey when I first read this post...