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 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."

Re: DRILL- 989 Challenge

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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."