"Okay, we got two teams. The, uh," Wyatt screws his face up, trying to think of something appropriately space themed, but also cool. He definitely should have asked Eddy to name the teams, but too late now. "Star Raiders and the Moon Outlaws," he finally announces. Those are definitely things in space. "Then we got the quod." The ball he holds up is actually a bright yellow sun, warm but not uncomfortably so, and a little bit bigger than a quod. "Rules are your standard american high school quodpot rules. Pots at either end of the field." He gestures to two silver cauldrons on the far sides of the sphere, neatly divided by the rope. Instead of pursuing whatever mystery seems to be happening around them, Wyatt had asked the Party Bug for sports gear. "'Cept, no brooms. No gravity. Should be fun. Who wants in?"