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There should have been a paranormal incident today in Fort Lee, New Jersey. Something involving demonically possessed toilets. Instead, four students from Stevens Institute of Technology Hoboken were arrested for trespassing-related charges at the insistence of the management of the biggest Holiday Inn in the county

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[his_fathers_sin]

Blitzball off his head!

"Sorry!"

Not his fault! Not his fault!

There was a tiny fiend (Hiss) hopping through and he forgot that what goes up has to come down in his haste to back away. (Normally, the tiny fiend would be dispatched, but he's not sure if the fiends get protection in bar same as other patrons and really doesn't want to miss the game.)

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Boing!

There's some momentary flailing in the tipping chair before Ray manages to right himself. "It's okay," he says, blinking and looking around for the source. "What the- where'd it go?"

[his_fathers_sin]

"Got it," he's assured.

The ball actually landed on a table about six feet away (and made a waitrat yelp) and is quickly picked up by Tidus before he turns and grins at Ray. A bit sheepishly.

"Er. Sorry, again."

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"Oh, it's okay. No harm, no foul." Ray smiles. "Indoor sports, or just an accident?"

[his_fathers_sin]

"Mostly outdoor," he admits, "but there's a game and I've kinda been keeping it around."

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"Hey, I totally understand," says Ray. "One of these days I'm going to get together enough people for a real game of Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch, but in the meantime I still usually have one of the balls involved with me. My name's Ray. Pleased to meet you."

[his_fathers_sin]

"Tidus! And the same. So what's Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch?"

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"Oh, it's a game you play in the dark, with two balls." Ray digs in the pockets of his cargo pants. "This is one of them- yellow for one team, red for the other. If you hit them against a hard surface, they flash with light for a couple of seconds. Your teams go into a dark room and start throwing the balls. You score points if your ball hits someone on the other team, and more points if you hit the other team with their own ball. Game ends at fifty points or when someone comes in from outside to ask what's going on."

[his_fathers_sin]

...

:D :D :D

"Oh, man. And you're trying to get a game together? Need any help?"

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"I sure wouldn't say no. Right now the only other player I have is Garion- he tends bar here sometimes. Seven feet tall, blond hair, carries around a sword from time to time."

[his_fathers_sin]

"Hey, I've got a sword, he's got a sword, it makes for a great team name!"

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"The Swords?" Ray guesses. "Yeah, I could see that. So far we've just been using the colors because it's only been us two. Team names'd be a good place to start."

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"Names will get people interested," he agrees. "Get those team-spots filled."

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"Okay, I can see that," says Ray. "I'll have to find at least one other person for my team before I can figure out what to call it, though. Unfortunately my best friend thinks I'm insane for even wanting to play."

[his_fathers_sin]

"Huh? Why?! It sounds like a great game!"

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"Aaah, Peter's kind of a wuss about some things," Ray says. "And he takes himself too seriously. Just because I have to wear goggles in case the ball hits me in the face, he thinks it's dangerous. It's like talking to a grandfather sometimes."

Pause.

"Although not mine, because Grandpa Maxim was climbing mountains and stuff right up until he died. But somebody's grandfather."