Game, FH Gym, 1 p.m. FHT

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

The gym was ready for the game assuming nothing crazy happened during detention, with a shiny floor, clean new nets, and two perfect basketballs lolling about. Everything was ready for the rematch between the blue and gold gremlins. Last time, gold had eked out a victory; this time, it was anyone's game.

Play ball.

[OOC: Wait for OCD. This post is open throughout the day; a post for the second half will be made when we're ready for it.]

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Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie had been entertaining thoughts of the leather bikini in the back of his mind all this time.

All of a sudden, he was dearly beginning to wish he hadn't been, as the ability to speak coherently seemed to be slipping away from him at a frightening rate.

"I -- all right," he managed, staring blankly at Walter-or-whoever.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica watched Walter walk away and then cast a quizzical look at Archie.

"Are you okay?" she asked, seemingly oblivious to any dirty thoughts he might be entertaining.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie was still staring in the direction in which Walter had wandered off. "Perfectly fine," he said, shifting a little closer to her.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Veronica said, putting her taser away. "Well I think that answers that questions," she said.

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie couldn't help himself. "So . . . about that leather bikini . . . is this game over yet?"

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"It's halftime," Veronica said. "Let's get some refreshments and then come back for the rest of the game."

Re: Audience, 1st Half

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie nodded. "A cold drink sounds like a very, very good idea."