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slapbetcommish.livejournal.com

Awww, last day of class. These made Lily sad when there wasn't a summer vacation off to look forward to. "First of all, guys," she said, "I want to apologize profusely for my husband last week ~~even if the mun's day didn't allow for chair throwing~~. He comes from a different place and time." Yeah, the Midwest. "But since this is our last class, today we're going to have a game. And after that, you all get a special surprise!"

And that was it. She didn't assign teams or anything. They'd work things out, or not. She'd play guitar and make sure no one got too rambunctious.

baskiceball.livejournal.com

Lily and her guitar were absent from class today and instead there was a Marshall standing in the middle of the basketball court with a whistle around his neck and a basketball in his hand. If anybody was used to seeing Marshall they might be weirded out by the serious business look he was sporting today. Unlike beach play, basketball was serious business.

"Hello, everyone. For those of you don't know me, I'm Marshall Eriksen, Ms. Aldrin's husband. She's not able to teach class today so I'm substituting. I'm not exactly sure what you're all doing in here but I imagine it involves guitar playing and hand holding." He so did not agree with Lily's way of coaching. "That is not my coaching style. You signed up for a basketball class and we're going to work so the next time you play basketball you can kick some serious ass. Winning's important!"

"Since we don't have enough for a really good game, we're just going to train so you're in good shape for the next game you play. First half of the class you're going to run in circles around the gym. Running. No walking. Then I want you all to practice dribbling while running," Marshall said. "You're going to get tired and you're going to get thirsty but like Kanye West says: Th-th-th-that don't kill you will only make you stronger."

Kanye also said if you ain't no punk you should holla we want pre-nup, we want pre-nup, yeah. So Marshall didn't exactly subscribe to everything the man said.

Marshall sort of stared at everyone before frowning and launching the basketball at Riggins' head. "What are you doing? Get running!"

Luckily Riggins was paying enough attention to catch the damn thing before it knocked his lights out.

Marshall blew the whistle. "RIGGINS! WE'RE RUNNING, NOT SHOOTING!"

Riggins raised an eyebrow. "You threw the ball at me."

"IT WAS FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT! NOW DROP THE BALL AND GET RUNNING!" Marshall blew the whistle again. "ALL OF YOU! RUN! RUN! RUN!"

Current Mood: Serious. Business.

slapbetcommish.livejournal.com

Lily was still looking happy this morning when she greeted the class. "Hi, everyone! Hope you all had a good weeke- Um." Probably best not to discuss that with the students. "Anyway, today we're going to work on free throws a little. If you want. You do whatever you want but this is just a suggestion. You just go right up to that line and see if you can make more shots than that Shaq guy."

Yes. That Shaq guy.

slapbetcommish.livejournal.com

"Hi, guys!" Lily greeted the class, and waved towards the table she'd set up, full of bowls of fruit and granola bars and little cartons of milk. "I brought snacks. They're all nutritious, I swear." That was probably something to do with talking to Daisy. "So today we're going to do something a little different. Today you can work on your layups. Have fun!"

Ignore that Lily hadn't told them what layups were. Maybe because she didn't actually know.

slapbetcommish.livejournal.com

Yep, Lily was back for class today, though minus her guitar.

"Hi, guys!" she called. "So I know you might not be used to going to class on a holiday. And some of you might not even know today is a holiday, because our education here is sorely lacking in that kind of thing. But today is Memorial Day, which is a day when we remember- see, it's pretty easy there- people who fought in wars. And we have a lot of those. So to celebrate, we usually get the day off, and even though the real first day of summer isn't until June this holiday marks the real start of summer because this is when cookout season starts.

"So since most places would have the day off, I'm going to just play some music, and you all can do whatever you want today!"

Lily, you let them do that every wee- Oh, never mind, she was already hitting play on the little CD player she'd brought, as it was more festive than the guitar.

slapbetcommish.livejournal.com

When the students arrived today, they'd find an apologetic-looking Lily standing by the bleachers, waiting.

"I just wanted to say," she said, "that I'm very sorry for last week. I shouldn't have told you how to play." She'd told them to try to get the ball in the basket. "This week, you play however you want to play, kids!"

And then she took a seat on the bleachers and pulled out her guitar.

slapbetcommish.livejournal.com

Lily greeted her class in the gym today, because as nice as it would be to be outdoors in the fresh air, she hadn't had time to make new basketball hoops and these were already made.

"Hi, everyone!" she said. "I recognize some familiar faces here and some... really really not familiar ones. I'm Ms. Aldrin, and I'll be your workshop leader for Basketball. We've got a small group, but that's good. Small groups encourage one-on-one learning and you'll probably find yourself getting better and building more esteem that way. So today I want you all to try to get the balls in the hoops! It's okay if you don't, just try your best and have fun! If you need me, I'll be right here."

And then she took a seat on the bleachers and picked up her guitar.

No, seriously.

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

The teams had been practicing. The cheerleaders had been practicing. But when they came to the gym to set up for the game, they found half of the floor covered by bubbling, molten lava. The lava formed a lake in the center of the court, and puddles of steaming goo dotted the perimeter of the gym.

It was clear there would be no game that day. Someone found padlocks and locked the gym doors, posting a sign saying it was closed.

"I never even got to be on a winning team," Tyler moaned, as he watched the doors shut on the season.

[OOC: The game was canceled with admin approval. The gym will be reopened and the lava mysteriously receded by later tonight. My apologies to anyone who really wanted to play this through. Thanks to all of the players, the cheerleaders, the mascot, Coach Bluth, and anyone who came to a game or helped OOC -- it's been a great season!]

Current Mood: disappointed

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter got to the gym early after running down to J, GoB to pick up some after-practice food for the players who'd been showing up every Sunday morning for the past few months.

He set up the gym for practice, hardly able to believe their last game was going to be on Friday and that this was the last practice of the season. Maybe their next organised sport would be football. Peter grinned at the thought and wondered if the cheerleaders would consent to cheering goals and corner kicks instead of baskets.

Starting to dribble a ball in fairly complicated patterns, Peter warmed up.

[OOC: Post is Open! Come, practice, eat!]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Tyler sipped some Gatorade as he roved the gym, arranging things for basketball practice. It had been a good couple of days, and the possibility of blowing something up with Sam Carter made him even happier.

Practices had gotten calmer as the season wore on, and Tyler was slightly disappointed by that. But it wasn't like he had put much mental energy into directing the team. Maybe next season he would see what they could all really become. But for a first try at conventional sports, the season had gone surprisingly well.

He hummed a little as he started working on a dribbling drill.

[OOC: Post is open.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

With another game in just a few weeks, Peter didn't think he could start setting up basketball practice early enough. Which might explain why it was he was trying to wake himself up with fancy dribbling drills. It wasn't the dribbling that was waking him up, but chasing the ball all over the gym after losing control of it.

[~~Wait for~~ the OCD is up. Go forth and Practice]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

When Z got to the gym, Peter Pevensie tossed a basketball to her and seemed to want her to drill.

Okay, she could play, though it was weird how insistent he was about it. She tried explaining that she wasn't Tyler, but it didn't seem to go over very well, so she shut her mouth and concentrated on dunking the ball.

After a moment, she remembered Tyler was on the team. Another moment, and she had made a few baskets. Being taller didn't suck, even if being in the wrong body mostly did.

[OOC: English Peter modded with permission. Lite OCD today because Tyler is Not Himself and I'm going to work shortly.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Half the game had been played, but it was still too close to call as Blue and Gold Gremlins battled it out.

There may have been another gremlin roaming around the gym as well. But that was probably just the cheer squad's mascot.

First, half-time festivites, then the ball game would be decided.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! First Half is here. Final Score: Blue Wins 20-14]

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.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Promising Tyler that he'd set up the gym for basketball practice was quite possibly the only thing that would have gotten Peter back in the gym so soon.

But, steadfastly ignoring the fact that yesterday he'd been dancing and singing on the bleachers, Peter set up the balls and practice mats and started shooting baskets from the three-point line. He wasn't making too many, but he was concentrating very hard.

[OOC: OCD is up. Go west, young man, and practice. Or just practice.]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Tyler is moving a little stiffly this morning, thanks to a certain spar with someone who kicked. Hard. And hit. Also hard.

But it's Sunday morning, so he's in the gym for practice. He's lined up practice mats and balls and is trying to dribble left-handed.

He's getting better at it.

[OOC: OCD is up. Go forth and practice. I'll be around until about 1 p.m. EST, and then slowplay as usual.]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Tyler does not look entirely awake yet as he practices dribbling the ball around the court. But looking half-asleep isn't exactly unusual for him.

"Hey," he greets his teammates. "I know some of you probably want to get to the baseball game, so short practice today. Stretch out, jump rope for five minutes, sink ten baskets and then go do whatever you want to do."

Current Mood: tired

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Yes, more than two weeks passed between the game and the next practice session for the basketball team. No, Tyler doesn't want to explain why. He had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an email scheduling today's session and asking when people wanted to practice going forward; that should be enough.

He turned on a mix tape, mostly Rage Against the Machine and Linkin Park, loudly enough to make the floor around it shake from the bass, and started working on his free throws.

[OOC: Expect extreme SP from me from about 1:30 p.m. EST or so until much later. And please answer the survey if you haven't yet.]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

The other equipment in the gym has been moved out of the way, and it's finally game day. There are t-shirts for the blue and gold gremlins on each bench and a heavy air of expectation in the air.

Mostly, expectation that something will go horribly wrong. But it's expectation anyhow.

[OOC: Cheer or watch the first half here and the second half here. Rules are still here. Game chat is fhballgame.]

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: "Gyroscope," Dismemberment Plan

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Tyler is trying fancy dribble techniques.

It is likely no one will draft him for the Harlem Globetrotters, but at least he's getting good exercise chasing the balls he loses all over the gym.

Last practice before the game.

[OOC: OCD is up. Plottery post about game logistics here. I'm on slowplay for the afternoon and will be gone entirely from 5-10 p.m. or so.]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

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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