Basketball Practice, Friday Afternoon, Camp Gym

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The book fair was in the school gym, so Tyler had handwavily sent out an email telling the basketball team to practice in the camp gym instead.

He was attempting to clear the court of tiny frogs through enthusiastic dribbling. Sadly, the frogs seemed to enjoy the vibrations.

[OOC: Please wait for OCD's up, go for it. Do whatever drills strike your fancy, no need to play them all out. Expect some SP from me, sorry.]

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Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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Greg managed to dribble around the chairs fairly easily, tripping a grand total of one time.

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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Tyler jerked his head to Greg in a greeting. "Nice," he said. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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"Go for it," Greg replied, pausing and skidding slightly.

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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Tyler smirked slightly at the skidding, and lowered his voice before talking. "I think I heard last night handwavily that you might have some ideas for the Egypt project," he said. "What are you thinking about?"

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"Oh, oh, dude, are you the one who found the little baby...thingy?" Greg asked, also lowering his voice. "'Cause I'd love to take a look at the scrap thing. Aside from that? I think I'll be making some explosives, probably. Homemade flares, probably."

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Tyler just stared at Greg for a moment. "Wait," he said, and went over to his backpack. He retrieved a quarter-sized piece of tea-colored fabric, which he held out to Greg. "This is the thing," he said, still speaking softly.

"And I have some experience with the other stuff you mentioned." One side of his mouth curled up in a half-smile. "Not all of which ends with me getting hurt. Let me know if you want help."

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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Greg took the fabric carefully, and walked over to his own backpack, where he shook out a small plastic bag. He placed the fabric inside it and shut it, pressing all the air out in the process.

He returned to Tyler, eyeing him. "Help's always appreciated, but you won't land yourself in the clinic again, right?"

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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Tyler pouted. "Not if I can help it," he said. "A week in that place is enough."

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"Aren't you going out to be one of the fighty peoples, though?" Greg asked.

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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Tyler gave Greg a sidelong look. "Yeah. But I can fight without getting hurt, and take care of myself if I do get hurt."