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[thefbiagent]

Booth had been given the hockey gear when it had been winter, back in January. It was a bag full of the best gear, all there-- but no ice to play on. And now, no ice whatsoever. But Seeley Booth wasn't a quitter, so he just made do.

"Seeley Booth, newest addition to the Flyers offense, flies down the ice. The man is made of speed.Doing commentary

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[making_choices]

Tony had watched the entire thing, way too amused by it all. It was easier to mock the sort of thing that you'd end up doing yourself, or so he thought. Of course, for Tony it would be basketball, not hockey, but he could understand the appeal of being a star in your own mind for a few minutes. It was just fun. Good to see that booth didn't take himself too seriously. "Should be glad the monkeys don't team up against you. You might have some trouble then."

[thefbiagent]

Booth grinned, turning toward Tony. "Dude, you missed it. I beat their asses ten minutes ago. They ran off to lick their wounds; his is a victory lap." He paused. "They were talking smack about you, too, man." He let out a mock whistle. "Said you'd ran off crying." Tony was a familiar face, a guy he liked to hang out with. He was -dare he say it- becoming a friend. He flashed a grin. "C’mon, let’s see if you’re any better than the monkeys."

[making_choices]

"Crying? Crying?" Tony made a disbelieving sound, grabbing a stick and a coconut. Tossing the coconut between them he raised an eyebrow, going low with the stick in his hands. He liked Booth. He was the sort of guy Tony would have been friends with in college. Would have stayed friends with if his work hadn't eaten his life, but he suspected Booth suffered the same thing. "I'll show you crying."

[thefbiagent]

Booth grinned impishly. The response from Tony was exactly what he'd been hoping for. "Bring it on, kid." He flipped the stick gently, his grin turning predatory. "What you got?"

[apoorupbringing]

Chase was pretty sure the dude from Buffy was pretending to be Wayne Gretzky and it was pretty effin' sad, even for this place.

"Does the clinic not carry your meds?" Chase asked, hands in his pockets and eyebrows unevenly skewed toward 'concern', from a couple yards away.

[thefbiagent]

Booth let out a breath, turning to the kid slouched in front of him. "Who needs meds when there's sun, surf, sand..." He arched an eyebrow, grinning. "Why, they run out of your anti-depressants?"

[apoorupbringing]

Chase laughed a little.

"Nah, I'm just about as well adjusted as a-" Too much info too quick, and he reigned it way the hell in. Dufusy hockey pretend or not, this guy was setting off some low level buzz in the static of Chase's copdar, "-kid from Socal. You know, tie a net on the end of that thing and you could play a real game."

Lacrosse. Hell yeah.

[thefbiagent]

Booth watched the kid pull up short and his eyebrows raised slightly. "Yeah, California is well known for well adjusted kids." He paused, arching an eyebrow. "A net. On the end of the stick." He paused and shook his head. California. "Nahh, I think we can play a pretty good game the way it is."

[thebonelady]

"...do you see invisible people too?"

Considering she'd recently done the autopsy for one Lord Voldemort-- with whom the island had plenty of history-- Temperance was willing to accept a bit more than usual. This place had a certain effect in that way.

It helped that she was pretty comfortable with John's invisible friend as well: it was a serious question from her.

[thefbiagent]

He turned to her, letting out a huff of a breath, not quite panting. "Invisible people? Nah, just old dreams." He shrugged. "You ever pretend you were something you're not? I mean, when you were a kid." Doubtful. "Y’know. Dreams of being a movie star or sports hero or.... something?"

[thebonelady]

"I dreamed of being a scientist," she said stubbornly, and then finally, after a long and silent moment, added, "And Wonder Woman." It still galled her that the damned island had given out Halloween costumes and NOT given her that. The place just knew too much about her to leave everything alone.

[thefbiagent]

Booth raised his eyebrows. "Wait-- Wonder Woman?" His face fell into a grin, his head cocked to the side. "Really?" He shook his head. "You're kidding."

[jim_halpert]

Really, he'd only been out to take Sam out for a walk. He didn't expect to come across Booth shooting a coconut, nevermind getting to watch the near victory dance that followed afterwards. He raised a brow, looking amused, and Sam, excited because someone else was excited, giggled and clapped, squirmed in his grip.

"I didn't realize coconut hockey was a sport now," he mused. It was a little easier, now, at least pretending things were getting better. Things were easier to deal with when people didn't treat you like you always looked depressed.

[thefbiagent]

Booth heard the giggling and turned, his face breaking into a grin when he saw Sam and Jim. "Hey, man!" He shrugged, letting his stick drop to the ground as he walked over to greet Sam with a tummy tickle. "Well, it’s either that or letting the equipment collect dust." He grinned. "God, she’s getting big."

[jim_halpert]

"Trust me, I feel it," he replied with a sort of good-humored half-smile, eventually holding her out to him. He had little choice, really, with how much she was wiggling. "Looks like she wants to offer her congratulations to the winner."

It was nice, though, seeing Sam like she was. She'd been showing signs of noticing already, as much as Jim tried to keep things normal for her. There was only so much he could do to mask the disappearance, and he knew that, but it didn't mean he wouldn't try.

[thefbiagent]

Booth's grin couldn't have gotten much bigger, but his cheeks sure tried. "Hey, kid, c'mere." He lifted Sam from Jim happily, giving her a bounce as she squealed and smacked his chest with her chubby hands. Christ. "Wow, yeah, she is getting bigger. She used to be the size of a loaf of bread." He paused, smiling and making faces at Sam for a minute before turning back to Jim. "So how're things with you? She's eating you out of house and home, it seems."

[hbc_dresden]

You would think that by this point, having been on the island for two months, that I would have stopped carrying around the now-useless hockey stick. It was, after all, no longer a wizard's staff. It was just a piece of wood with a curved end and a bunch of runes carved all over it. The only thing that it would really be good for would be hitting boars over the head, as evidenced by my first few minutes on the island. Or, okay, playing hockey. But seeing as we were on a tropical island and ice rinks weren't exactly plentiful, that didn't seem likely either.

In any case, I was still hanging onto the stick like a security blanket, and so I was somewhat surprised to walk around by the playground and find myself standing directly behind a makeshift hockey goal.

"Do you always win when you're playing against yourself?" I asked, grinning at the guy doing his own commentary.

[thefbiagent]

"Rules of the game." Booth nodded for a moment before noticing the stick. He gestured at it, smiling crookedly. "You brought your own from home?" Odd. He was pretty sure he was the only one crazy enough to set up the masks as a goal, so it’s not like this was the usual spot for hockey.

[hbc_dresden]

I looked down, as if just realizing that I was indeed holding a hockey stick, and realized that I must seem like even more of a random crazy person than usual.

"Er - well, always be prepared, right?" I gave him a sheepish grin and added jokingly, "I've also got a catcher's mitt and basketball in my pockets."

[thefbiagent]

Booth barked out a laugh and a grin. "Wow. That is... impressive." He grinned. "Did you actually come out here to play?"