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[awesome_captain]

Devon wasn't going to lie; he was kind of dreading the day his own team had to take on Rogue's, if only because she had a pretty good outlook on how to set her team up. It just meant crushing everyone else, and it didn't help that she had a team full of superheroes. (He was no Chuck, but not even Devon was clueless enough not to know who Rogue,

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[exweapon]

Wind's up, but hell, if wind's the only thing interrupting the game, we're getting off light. Our baseball games have gone a lot worse.

Especially since we just took the first step to beating all of these other schmucks down and showing 'em what happens when they go up against the X-Men.

Not just any X-Men, either. We've got me. And me, I'm the best there is at what I do. And what I do... is guard home plate.

[drownondryland]

"Good game." Meredith enjoyed the game as much from the stands as she did playing yesterday, if not more. In part, that's got to do with the fact that, if nothing else, she didn't have to play against this guy. She's seen him around before, but Jean's birthday party was a far cry from this. "Rogue really knows how to pick her team."

[exweapon]

One of the competition, eh? Well, doesn't hurt to chat with the enemy. At least, when it comes to baseball.

"That's why she's in charge," I agree. "Helps she already knows what most of us can do from back home."

[drownondryland]

Tugging her ponytail tighter, Meredith nods. "I guessed as much," she says. "Enough of you guys for a whole team and more to spare." She doesn't know Rogue all that well, but she's spent enough time around the others to gather there's a lot of them. There've been times she's been more than a little jealous of that.

[un_gloved]

After feeling pretty rough for a few days- make it a week- it felt good to win. She was dirty, smudged, the wind had made her hair more of a mess than usual, and she didn't care at all. She felt good, the ache in her muscles was good, even the bruises and scrapes from sliding and getting blasted with sand was good. She'd take all of it over the numbness that had settled over her some nights previous.

She also felt righteously smug, not that she was going to broadcast that, and proud of herself for, well.

Putting a team of X-Men together, albeit with a couple of guest stars and cameo appearances. She wasn't going to broadcast that, either.
After putting the supplies back where they belonged, making sure they were relatively clean, she laced her fingers together and stretched back, popping her shoulder and a couple vertebrae. Not too shabby.

[awesome_captain]

"Okay," Devon said as he came up to Rogue, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, "I'm man enough to say I'm terrified for my team when we have to face you guys."

[un_gloved]

Rogue beamed at him, dropping her arms and turning.

"Why Cap'n, that is the gosh darn sweetest thing anyone's said t'me all day!"

[awesome_captain]

"It's almost unfair to even let you play the other teams." Devon was cracking a smile even as he shook his head.

Defeat or not (and with Wolverine at home plate, Devon was pretty sure it was the latter for any team they faced), he still had a healthy competitive streak. Mostly, he enjoyed the game.

[drownondryland]

This time, Meredith's only here to cheer. She might not know Rogue's entire team, but she knows enough of them well enough she's got to be here. Competitive though she can be, she's just about happier to watch the game than play it, glad to support her friends. Hell, she's just glad she can say she's got enough friends to bother coming out today. It's something, anyway.

When the game's over, she gets to her feet, making her way through the crowd in search of said friends.

[missingthekeep]

"Nae quite as fun watchin' ye from the field, but I s'pose that wasnae so bad," Sean says with a smirk, feigning casual as he meets up with Meredith. It had been a damn good game, even he can't deny it. "How'd I do?"

[drownondryland]

Meredith shrugs, glancing upwards as if she were bored. "You were alright," she says, then cracks a smirk of her own. He knows perfectly well he was good -- they all were -- she's sure of it. Reaching for one of his hands, she steps in closer. "You should really be watching the ball and not me."

[missingthekeep]

"Ach, but that'd be e'en less fun," Sean points out, almost smug as he runs his thumb across the back of her hand. "Guess I'm jus' nae cut out f'r organized sports. Too many rules."

[humanquagmire]

Now, Taylor, it must be said, had never been much of a sports person. She knew quite a bit about various games -- football, indeed, she knew far better than she'd ever wanted to -- thanks to having picked up whatever she could get from her mother, who had been a sports agent, but she had no real interest in them. Nor was she particularly well-versed in comics. She'd read some, certainly, even enjoyed them, but she was more a pick-and-choose kind of girl when it came to that.

Put the two together and she wouldn't have missed it for the world.

"Okay, that," she crowed to the nearest passing person, "was a game."

[heatedrod]

"Wasn't it?" Johnny made an immediate stop and turned when he heard Taylor, grinning before he even faced her. He tugged his cap down tighter through another gust of wind, and gave her a lookover. "Glad you could make it to see us do the inevitable."

Like it was even a question they were going to lose.

[humanquagmire]

"I needed the entertainment," Taylor said, shrugging, waving a hand dismissively. Getting to see Johnny in action, though, hadn't exactly been a downside. She grinned, brushing her hair back out of her eyes. "You were good out there."

[heatedrod]

"Felt good out there," Johnny replied in a rare moment of honesty. Getting out there and doing something, even if it was just playing baseball, felt better than wandering around bored.

He gave her a thoughtful look, weighing his options, then decided it was worth asking. "What do you think about cheerleading?"

[forhawkeye]

My hair probably looks like it could house a few woodland creatures, but I could honestly care less. I mean, I should probably show a little more grace in victory -- especially seeing as the team we beat happens to be the one Alice and Nate are on -- but whatever. We rocked. I'm allowed to gloat.

Causing bodily harm, however, is something else entirely. In attempting to shove my hair back under a hat so I can eat without risk of hairballs, I inadvertently end up elbowing someone.

"Crap," I say, turning around to see who I've bumped into.

[oscaroscaroscar]

"Gah!" Felix exclaimed as an elbow smashed into his face and he clutched a hand to the bridge of his nose. Oh no, what if it was broken, who could be clumsy enough to have-

"Kate!" His prior game-related excitement temporarily overriding his pain, he grinned at her, hand still clamped over his face. "That was probably my fault, I shouldn't have been bending over right then, but somebody dropped some chips on the ground!"

[forhawkeye]

"...Felix, we're outside," I point out, tugging at his wrist so I can assess the damage. I really hope he isn't bleeding, partly for the obvious reasons and partly because he'll blow it way out of proportion. "It doesn't matter if chips are on the ground."

[oscaroscaroscar]

"So it's litter instead of just a mess, that's no better!" Felix chastised, hesitant to move his hand. It didn't necessarily feel broken, but the blinding agony might have been skewing his perceptions somewhat. "A wise man once said, 'When the whole world is litter, then life is just trash.'"

Actually, he was pretty sure he'd gotten that particular gem from an elementary school slogan contest when Leonard was in the first grade, but that was neither here nor there.