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[npc_kun]

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.

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PLAYERS

[npc_kun]

[pinkhairedchild]

Blood was excited. She had no idea what game it was they were supposed to be playing, but she wanted in. She could see people eating food and sitting waiting to watch, but all she wanted to know is when she could hit things. At least, she assumed she'd get to hit things, otherwise this game wasn't going to be any fun whatsoever.

So far she was out here alone, but that was fine.

[skyswaltz]

She was far more excited than nervous, but Butterfly could still feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Football sounded like a good way to take another step forward in her new life and make acquaintances, even if she didn't consider herself a very competitive person.

Butterfly took in the sights of the field for a brief moment before noticing a little girl who looked more excited than she was feeling. Pink hair? "Hello, there. Are you playing too?" she asked with a smile.

[feathered_earth]

Cara headed along to the field in good spirits, even humming a little tune to herself. She'd dressed for the occasion with track pants rather than her usual dress, figuring it would be just a tad more practical for a game that was about kicking things. She had no idea if she'd be any good at this or not, but honestly didn't care. It was an excuse to run around, have fun, and be with people, and what else did she need?

She grinned at the sight of two familiar faces... Blood in the game, hoo boy. Cara headed over quickly, deciding that she'd rather be playing alongside her fellow Guard than against her--and Butterfly, looking a little less enthusiastic. "Hey!" Cara said, beaming and waving. "Are we the only three players so far?"

SPECTATORS

[npc_kun]

Re: SPECTATORS

[bloody_pens]

Derrick had claimed an entire table for himself and spread a tablecloth and a small picnic lunch on top of it, furtively looking around to make sure no small children were around to see him adding a healthy dose of rum to his bottle of cola

[burntorangesky]

Fred had intended to come to the game for only a few minutes at the most--she was planning to finally finish repairs on a few of the more damaged things she'd found, and maybe just relax for a few hours with a book. She felt like she hadn't read a book in ages

[bloody_pens]

Derrick had been spacing out and hardly noticed Fred's approach, then blinked hard when she sat down, giving her a small smile and a bit of a wave when he realized who it was.

"Afternoon," he said pleasantly. "I haven't really been paying much attention, admittedly, but Miss Blood seems to have been having the time of her life, at least." He gave a little snort of laughter. "I've mostly been thinking, though." He looked down at the untouched sandwich on a plate in front of him, thinking he should probably eat, even if his heart wasn't in it. "You hungry? I'll share."

OTHER

[npc_kun]

VENDOR SALES -BAKERY

[hisbutler_bound]

Black's just finished setting up the little booth of his. The boss was rather strict about getting there early and getting a good one close to the stands.

Small sweets, hot piping hot chocolate, cinnimon coffee. Meat buns.

Even a new speciality, the corndog, except it's more flavored to be sweet, like honey. Those are made on the spot.

[blindedmewith]

Rosalind wasn't much of an athlete, so she hadn't volunteered to be on any of the teams. It did sound fun, though, and everyone seemed to be going--and she was bored this afternoon, so why not? After casting her vote for the new laws, she made her way to Captain Planet but was distracted by a delicious smell.

"Everything looks so good!" If the baked items had been behind a glass case, she'd have had her hands and nose pressed against it. "Did you make all of these, mister?"

[hisbutler_bound]

Black had wanted to, but had declined on several reasons. One, there was this minus on his forehead. Two, he was unwanted on several places in edensphere. Three, it would almost be unfair to the other players, and four, the boss said he had to sell. The latter was more of an excuse than anything.

"Most of the sweets were premade by my co-worker and I, but yes, I made some of them."