Milliways 6th Birthday Party Post

[necessary_child]

There is a group - well, more of a sort of rabble - of people playing kickabout on the expanse of green behind the bar. Goalposts have been marked out with the traditional piles of jumpers, more or less equally spaced

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[says_the_booyah]

Like millions of kids in America, Cy played youth soccer. He was good at it, and could have made the team in high school if he didn't go out for track and football. He hasn't played in a long while. And since the accident, it's not like he can compete fairly.

Unless he plays goalie. Those hands are big, yes, but not the most agile. Or at least not as agile as Tim Howard's. So today Cy is in goal. Have at him.

[bring_a_sponge]

Two dark suited men are watching from the sidelines.

The (slightly) younger one is cheering on the black side. (Well, 'cheering' might be a bit much. Let's call it 'showing support.')

The older is growling and roaring at the black players to crush the pink side mercilessly.

Which is probably not very helpful, really, but there you are.

[makesthings]

While Sameth is trying to get the ball from Molly, he slips and starts to collide with the MiB.

He tries to catch himself, but he's already muddy and they've worked the ground up,

"Watch out!"

[bring_a_sponge]

K, of course, saw Sameth coming before the play even started. So it's nothing for him to step aside as the young man comes hurtling.

Zed, however, is too busy roaring at the black side for being sportsmanlike instead of stomping the pink side into the ground.

And so: WHAM!!

[makesthings]

Zed is a rather solid mass and hurts when Sameth hits him and tries not to fall over, which doesn't work.

[a_lioness]

Alanna stops by on her way to the stables and spends several quiet moments in contemplation.

While she can deliver a very effective kick, she simply can not imagine not being allowed to use her hands, even in sport.

Brow wrinkled, frowning, one hand resting on her sword hilt, she watches the game and decides she much prefers black to pink.

[52_dropoff]

"Interesting sport, isn't it?" He figures that it's likely they don't have it wherever or whenever this swordswoman is from.

[a_lioness]

Without looking over Alanna asks, "Why can't they use their hands? It would be more effective."

To be fair, she finds jousting rather inane as well.

[52_dropoff]

"It would be simpler. Probably too simple. Anyone can pass a ball. But to kick it with precision? Or to use your head? That takes a certain skill. It's about as close as a sport comes to using martial art disciplines." He really means it, though there is a hint of irony in his voice.

[hallelujahpilot]

It's football.

Of course Chief Warrant Officer Gertrude M. Chacon is going to dive straight in. Sure, she hasn't played this level of chaos since the streets of Peru, but, but it's not that hard to pick it all up again.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart grins broadly at her when he sees her. He's in the black goal again, guarding his line.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's there. Some things transcend centuries. Baseball she doesn't know. American football she really doesn't know. But this... well.

Saint Lucia was a British colony once, on top of everything else.

She's not used to this level of chaos on the pitch, but she's managing. Surely no one will mind if the black team (pink's not her thing, really) has one more midfielder than a moment ago? she's fairly confident she doesn't constitute an extra man, anyway.

[says_the_booyah]

Looks like Cy is the goalie for the Pinks. Though he's not in any sort of team uniform. But since when do goalies match.

"Bring it on," he says in the general direction of the young woman.