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Today is the big day. Team Sign-Up Day.
Castiel has arranged his table very carefully. The sign-up sheet is front and center, with three ballpoints lined up to the side. His own pen (the tiny Mounties floating lazily along the Rockies) and red notebook are within easy reach; he wants to be able to jot down questions to pass on to Meg.
And he has a sign. Bold black marker on neon blue poster board. Castiel has never heard the adage, Brevity is the soul of signage. And he had quietly delighted in writing something of his own composition.
Baseball Team Sign-Ups
Sixteen to twenty people or beings are needed to play a game of baseball.
Players who sign up will be divided into two teams by the casting of lots. Lists will be posted.
The game is for fun. You do not need to know how to play. Rules will be provided.
He'd enjoyed the sign making so much that he had made three extras. Sanskrit on hot pink. Russian on bright yellow. And Mandarin on fluorescent green. All four are taped to the edge of the table.
Castiel waits. Expectantly.
[OOC: Please see this Back Room post before tagging. Plot-locked to baseball muns.]
Castiel has arranged his table very carefully. The sign-up sheet is front and center, with three ballpoints lined up to the side. His own pen (the tiny Mounties floating lazily along the Rockies) and red notebook are within easy reach; he wants to be able to jot down questions to pass on to Meg.
And he has a sign. Bold black marker on neon blue poster board. Castiel has never heard the adage, Brevity is the soul of signage. And he had quietly delighted in writing something of his own composition.
Baseball Team Sign-Ups
Sixteen to twenty people or beings are needed to play a game of baseball.
Players who sign up will be divided into two teams by the casting of lots. Lists will be posted.
The game is for fun. You do not need to know how to play. Rules will be provided.
He'd enjoyed the sign making so much that he had made three extras. Sanskrit on hot pink. Russian on bright yellow. And Mandarin on fluorescent green. All four are taped to the edge of the table.
Castiel waits. Expectantly.
[OOC: Please see this Back Room post before tagging. Plot-locked to baseball muns.]