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[OPEN] we like sportz

Who: Open to everyone! Learning some sports, making some friends?
Where: Gymnasium
When: Grasshopper 20-22 (or the rest of grasshopper if you like!)
What: Getting people to play some sports, whether as beginners or finding people more on their level! Also can come in here for your personal sports games if you like?
Warnings: sportz. flying balls. (no)

As per Tidus's proposal on the netwrok on the 19th, the gymnasium has been set up around the next few days (or more!) around lunchtime--whenever those busy cooks in the kitchen deem it to be lunchtime--to hold a few ball games for all. It doesn't matter when a person comes in or their skill level, or even what they want to play. While there's a few set games, anyone is free to take the time to show off a sports game they're good at!

The set games are:

Soccer: A team sport played with a spherical ball between two teams of 11 players. The game is played on a rectangular field called a pitch with a goal at each end. Numbers make this one tricky to play with a full two teams, but two or four players are possible.
Volleyball: A game for two teams, usually of six players, in which a large ball is hit by hand over a high net, the aim being to score points by making the ball reach the ground on the opponent's side of the court.
Badminton: A racquet sport played using racquets to hit a shuttlecock across a net. Although it may be played with larger teams, the most common forms of the game are "singles" and "doubles".

For those looking for a more easy-paced game, badminton or even table tennis may be recommended; the former easier to go with if you treat it like my secondary school P.E. classes and launch the shuttlecock into the air; the latter found at the table of the gym with its own fold out tables for games!

Jugs and beakers have been brought in from the kitchen with water for anyone who gets parched, set in a corner where....hopefully no stray balls (or other) will find themselves being flung into. While Tidus has put this together and can be chatted to, he's letting anyone who knows more about the games to lead things as they like!

( ooc: this is just a chill 'come play sportz' thing that you can play at your leisure! also feel free to pick a sports game that isn't listed, BYOS (Bring Your Own Sports), w/e w/e. )

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[ He's been spending way too much time in this part of the train, but training aside, it's been good to stretch and get exercise in. A volleyball is already in his hands, and he's bouncing it on the floor in a particular manner, doing a quick slam down so the volleyball bounces up fast against his palm. ]

Aww. Where's the fun in that?

[ He jests!! Really!! The volleyball has stopped bouncing and now rests against his hip, one arm cradling it close. ]

[ What is this? Tidus and Roland about to have fun together? Of course Inigo is there as well. ]

No! [ It's a protest, sure, but it's more whiny than anything else, despite the sharp way he says it. Especially since the whine definitely creeps into Inigo's tone as he continues to speak. ] Definitely no aiming for the face!

[ He may still be slightly traumatized from the last time Tidus suggested he play sports for fun.. He knows how this ends if this rule does not exist... ]

What am I going to do if anything happens to my face?!

Yeah man, what you got against Inigo? Inigo, [ Tidus turns to Inigo, a half-serious note as he asks, ] did something happen between you two? Why's Roland got it in for you?

[ And why is Roland getting to bounce the ball and not him...!! His feet are itching to start, even if he can't help but prolong absurdity when it shows itself. ]

[ He jumps into the flow of the banter with his own, throwing the volleyball back down on the floor before he uses the back of his wrist to pass it to Tidus, who he hopes is ready to catch it before long...!

As he does this, Roland moves to put a casual arm around Inigo, hand meeting his opposite shoulder. ]

Heh. At least you both have dashing personalities. In case anything happens to your best assets. [ He pats Inigo warmly, once, before sort of pushing him towards the play area with a gentle nudge, grin on his face. ]

[ Uh oh. Tidus's question of anything having happened between them is an obvious joke, but of course Inigo thinks of what did happen between them, and that would be enough to make him blush.

And even if it hadn't, then that sudden arm over his shoulders and the coupled compliment from Roland would seal the deal. Inigo's cheeks are red before he can even try to stop it, and he sputters as he's lightly pushed.

He opens his mouth, as if to say something..

.. but then seems to think better of it and closes it again. ]

Let's just play already!

[ Instead of focusing on his red face. Sound like a good idea? Come on, Tidus, pass along that ball you now have. ]

[ You bet Tidus is ready to catch a ball! He was born ready!!

--but what is this touchy feely of shoulders and flustering faces going on here? He was already watching out for Inigo and hoping on his usual brand of Inigo-ness where he doesn't know if to take someone seriously or not, but then it's all ruined.

And look at Roland, trying to present him as cool as always. Tidus's gaze narrows in suspicion, flickering between the pair.

He does pass the ball though, backed up to practice his serve at the back court (and yes, all the while giving his shifty eyes). Testing the bounce of his throw once before sending it back up and slapping it with his other hand across over to Inigo's side. ]

When did you two get all chummy chummy?

[ Roland just chuckles coolly, moving to the other side so the formation turns triangular among the three of them. With an odd number of players, they were going to have to improvise the game, though how to do so with a net is the challenge in itself.

His eyes are now focused on the ball, not at all minding Tidus's own suspicious glances between himself and Inigo. By all means, Roland's already getting more and more used to Inigo's blushing, overall demeanor. He positions his hands ready to receive at any moment. ]

When you weren't looking, I guess. [ He quips dryly, smirk forming on his lips. ] Believe it or not, it was part of my job to be personable.

[ He makes a motion for himself, hoping the next toss was going to him. ]

[ Sweet Naga, Tidus, why do you always have to be so perceptive and nosy, huh, Tidus? It can be good in some cases, but Inigo can definitely feel the potential embarrassment hanging over his head once Tidus finds out what he and Roland have talked about before. Tidus already relentlessly teases Roland all the time, there's no way he'd pass up the opportunity to do so in combination with the new piece of information as to what changed in Inigo's relationship with Roland..

So he just grits his teeth, determined to not say anything stupid that could give it away. The blush fades, though it's still present on his face, just slightly.

Instead he just lets Roland answer, focusing on the ball. Inigo has never played this before, but he's at least capable of copying Tidus's motion of slapping it enough to hit the ball over towards Roland. ]

.. what was your job back home?

[ See, this is good! This is an easy opportunity to get the topic away from what he doesn't want to talk about. ]

[ Why does Tidus's perception skills have to come out in the most useless of situations? Or rather, when will Inigo not have a freak out about situations that Tidus doesn't care as strongly the other guy takes it? He's still shifty eye on the both of them, curious, especially with how Inigo's acting. And so obvious about it too! Is he going to bug the guy about it later? Absolutely. ]

You, personable? [ It's poking fun, since Tidus can see it. Saw some of that in how the Maesters interacted with each other, even if they were made out of giant creeps he wouldn't feel bad shoving into a pit. What was a guy like Roland actually like--when you weren't part of a corrupted, self-centred system?

But he has the free time to answer for Roland, and so he takes it, while keeping his eyes peeled and ready for the ball. ]

Roland was an adviser and a pressi-something. A king basically! [ He gives a quick tip of his head towards Inigo's direction, speaking to Roland. ] Inigo's from one of those worlds too, with kings and that!

[ He shuffles his feet forward and meets the ball with his two wrists close, hands locked in place. It bounces up once, and since rules weren't being followed at the moment, he uses its descending motion to spike it with an open palm towards Tidus's general direction, though it lacks any sort of force one would associate with the motion. He follows the tail-end of that answer quite casually, like talking about the weather. ]

That's right. And for the last time Tidus, its President. It's not a difficult word. [ The chiding is light, usual of their banter. Thankfully, Tidus has yet to convince Roland to actually roll his eyes at his quips. ]

[ When the ball makes its way to Tidus's side of the court, Roland glances at Inigo with an interest gleaming in his eye. ] Is that right? You didn't tell me, Inigo! What was your kingdom's name?

[ You'd think Inigo wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

And you know, technically he isn't! The dolphin incident certainly was a lot more silly than this, because this is giving him so much more reasons to get lost in thought. Inigo doesn't know what a pressi-something or even a president is, but Tidus says it's like a king, and Roland doesn't bother to correct him on that part, so it must be right.

So Roland is like a king. And Inigo, stupidly as ever, told Roland that he thinks of him as a father without even knowing that. Sure, he already didn't want to ever disappoint Roland, but he suddenly feels that pressure twice as heavy now. He already disappointed his own king father, so who's to say it won't happen a second--

He can't finish the thought. When he's gotten to this point, Tidus has already long played the ball over to Inigo's side again.

But Inigo is much too busy staring at Roland in total shock and horror to even answer Roland or hit back the ball to Tidus or to do anything else, which means the ball hits him directly in the face.

He staggers a step backwards at the impact before just falling down on the ground.

Man down, once more. ]

[ 'It's not a difficult word'. Like Tidus should just remember every word he hears and how to say it! He makes nonsense sounds--'yeah, yeah!'--not really bothered, and who knows if he'll remember it. Inigo knows the word kings, so what's the problem?

--the problem is when a ball smacks Inigo directly in the face, finding the ground.

And unlike the last time this happened in a three-person game, Tidus is more alarmed, a 'Yo--Inigo!' being called and his feet hurrying him over to his friend. The ball bounces away from the cadaver innocuously, and Tidus takes a step back once he gets close--knowing he doesn't need to hover (right?), but still concerned at a hard ball like that getting Inigo. ]

You okay pal? How's your head feel? [ Screw it, he's lowering on one knee, just to be on the same level as him. ] Didn't hit the back hard did you?

[ Roland sees this happen right in front of him since he was glancing over at Inigo at the time, yet he was still powerless to stop it from unfolding. What in the world...? Was it something he said? Regardless, just like Tidus, the Chief Consul rushes to Inigo's side, bending down carefully. He takes the sides of his face to check for a broken nose, bleeding, bruises...Thankfully, just minor swelling. ]

What happened? Maybe we should get some ice. [ He shakes his head. ] I apologize, Inigo. If it was a sensitive topic talking about your kingdom, then I won't bring it up in the future. [ He is flanked by this tag team of concern, now! It doesn't occur to Roland that Inigo spaced out for other reasons... ]

[ For a moment Inigo is just lying there as his brain tries to both process the fact he just got hit by a ball and the fact that Roland is a king, which he's still working on, even now.

But then there's suddenly both Tidus and Roland in his field of view, and even through everything in his head momentarily feels like a blur, their concern is obvious. It'd be touching at any other moment, but right now nothing but base instinct can kick in for Inigo - and his base instinct is, of course, to play it all off.

So he slowly sits up once Roland lets go of his face. He's still a little dizzy, and as Inigo can feel him tilting towards one side, he quickly leans on Tidus's knee to prevent himself from falling over and looking like a total idiot. ]

No, 'm-- I'm fine. [ It's half-mumbled, and he waves his free, non-leaning hand dismissively. ] Wasn't that hard.. I just.. just didn't know Roland was a king. Never figured...

...What am I gonna do with you?

[ Tidus has decided: There is absolutely no chatting about anything but the game around Inigo. Ever. The guy's head can't handle it! Especially not at the rate it's receiving abuse from every single ball in the gymnasium. Then again, it might help harden it for actual serious gaming...! ]

Here, [ Tidus starts, not making it an offer as his hands come out to either side of Inigo's head, careful before he lightly settles his fingertips into his hair behind his ears. The air around Tidus lifts as he summons magic, and soft glow and golden strings manifest and dance off his hands. A light healing spell, to ease any pain and dizziness.

And it's supplied quick, Tidus lowering his arms again soon enough. ]

You can't get shocked by everything, you know? [ Here comes the playful chiding. ] You don't make it a big deal. Roland doesn't make his thing a big deal either! Plus he's an adviser now, so he actually got demoted.

[ Technically. ]

[ As soon as Tidus finishes his healing spell, Roland shakes his head, throwing him a Look. Its a joke, he knows, but he's actually proud of his work, okay! ]

More like promoted. [ He was still President in the first world. Still king. Even if he had rule over nothing. Maybe. Who knows? But this is not what he says, no never. ] Becoming Chief Consul for a great king like Evan isn't a bad gig at all. It's an honor to be his second-in-command.

[ See what you get for talking about Work Things during a ball game, Tidus? :| But Roland isn't one to let go of the details, and as soon as Inigo is steady and able, he offers him a hand to stand back up. His expression is intrigued, like he's been told a very interesting secret. ]

He's right, though. Don't worry about things like titles, not on this train. It just means I've got some experience behind my belt, nothing more. [ He loves saying that. It's an understatement he'll never get tired of. ] Hmm. "'You' don't make it a big deal," huh Inigo...? I see. That means you're royalty in your kingdom. [ He's a smart guy; he can put two and two together. ]

I hope you can tell me more about your home soon, Your Majesty. [ It's said in half-jest and half-fondness. He's completely engrossed in this fact, though. This whole train could be one giant summit with the amount of kings, queens, princesses and princes he was meeting and befriending.]

Edited 2020-08-19 06:52 (UTC)

[ .. The urge to chuck Tidus straight off the train and into the void is rising.

Inigo cringes so hard inwardly the moment he hears Roland catch on to the meaning of Tidus's words. He hates this. He hates that Tidus just had to mention it in front of Roland. He hates that Roland knows now. But at the same time Inigo knows it's not really Tidus's fault - he never made it very clear to the other guy just how much of a big deal it is to Inigo, and how much of a bigger deal it is to keep it secret.

So he immediately tries to put out the petty feeling it awakens in him, especially since Tidus was nice enough to heal him.

And after a moment of hesitation he even accepts Roland's help to get back up on his feet. Inigo sucks in a deep breath as he does so, ready to force his attitude to seem normal to hell and back if necessary. ]

Ah, well.. like Tidus said, it's no big deal at all!

[ Inigo laughs, shaking his head. It's such a big deal. He's dying. Help. ]

I'm not even heir to the throne, so what does it matter, right? But-- [ Inigo turns to look at Tidus, a little pouty, but trying to not be full on huffy after the healing. ] I'll admit that maaaybe I was a little too shocked over the whole dolphin thing last time, but I think my surprise was pretty warranted this time around!

[ ... is there something weird going on here?

Inigo, admittedly, is a hard guy for Tidus to read, sometimes. There's this discrepancy; the guy that he thinks he knows, and then the times where he finds himself second-guessing himself. A reaction he expects to see but doesn't get.

It isn't that Inigo isn't a person who can react however he want, but when he gets up, laughing, more like someone accidentally knocked over on a walk and nevermind, nevermind, oh, it's no bother--no, that isn't right.

So when Inigo turns to him, Tidus is already watching him with an uncertain expression. Inigo should be whining at him about being hit by a ball, having a go at him, telling him off. Tidus isn't sure what to make of it, picking himself up onto his own feet, going to where the ball rolled across the floor. ]

Who wants to think about titles right now? Let's play ball! Right now, I'm the guy with the biggest rank over both of you! Star player? Remember? I'm a pro-athlete!

[ So let's just try and push aside everything said before, don't give time to think about any of it but the game. Put the attention on him, whatever, as he heads over to that corner of the court -- useless in this bizarre three person game -- to play the serve. ]

C'mon, c'mon, no talking!

[ Roland throws Inigo a confused look himself, hearing one thing but understanding something else. Was it something Inigo was actively hiding? But this didn't seem like the time or place to bring it up further, so Roland just shakes his head and pats Inigo once on the back, Tidus's voice bringing him back to speed about why they were really here in the first place.

He does note it for later, though. ]

I find it a little ironic that you're brushing aside our combined royalty here - [ Roland jests as he walks to his side of the court in their strange little set-up, regardless of the placement of the net, smirk on his face with a hand gesture to signal both himself and Inigo. ] - but you're throwing rank about being the number one player!

[ Roland bends forward slightly, getting ready for the real game. He knows what Tidus can be like riled up, and he wasn't about to look the fool. ] Time to walk the talk, pro!

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