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Characters: OPEN to everybody!
Date/Time: Saturday April 03, starting at noon and ending whenever characters feel fit to leave.
Location: Captain Planet
Rating: PG, just to be safe.
Summary: A gathering of Spherians, using football as an excuse.
On Captain Planet, there's a large field painstakingly set up for a football game. Chalk has been drawn around the perimeter of the field, and there is a large circle in the middle to show where the center of the game is. On either side of the field, there are large white sticks jammed into the dirt for goalposts. Sitting in the middle is a rather official looking rubber ball.
Around the field, there are benches, seats and picnic tables available for all who may want them, and for those who didn't get there in time, there's plenty of standing room. Scattered around are hopeful looking merchants selling various goods of various qualities--there's even one forward looking salesman who is carrying blank white flags, just in case somebody wants to draw on them and shout, "Hurrah!", a business venture doomed to failure from the start.
There's plenty of space away from the field for those who feel like playing the comparatively tamer sports of frisbee and catch along the sides.
Date/Time: Saturday April 03, starting at noon and ending whenever characters feel fit to leave.
Location: Captain Planet
Rating: PG, just to be safe.
Summary: A gathering of Spherians, using football as an excuse.
On Captain Planet, there's a large field painstakingly set up for a football game. Chalk has been drawn around the perimeter of the field, and there is a large circle in the middle to show where the center of the game is. On either side of the field, there are large white sticks jammed into the dirt for goalposts. Sitting in the middle is a rather official looking rubber ball.
Around the field, there are benches, seats and picnic tables available for all who may want them, and for those who didn't get there in time, there's plenty of standing room. Scattered around are hopeful looking merchants selling various goods of various qualities--there's even one forward looking salesman who is carrying blank white flags, just in case somebody wants to draw on them and shout, "Hurrah!", a business venture doomed to failure from the start.
There's plenty of space away from the field for those who feel like playing the comparatively tamer sports of frisbee and catch along the sides.