THIS IS FANTASTIC AND I FUCKING LOVE THIS MADE UP SPORT
Also can I please request a special rng roll. Wyatt got called soft TWICE before the game and he's feelin some kinda way about it, so could you please roll to let me know: whether he got into a fight with someone from the opposing team or made out with them, and if so, who?
Wyatt runs into Mickey Mahoney after the game, and really strikes up the charm. Later, when he's a well-known fitness model, Wyatt will find out that Mahoney doesn't have a sense of smell. This might explain why he didn't seem to mind gettin' a little close to someone who smells like squonk juice and sweat, and things are looking good...
But Mackey Maloney can sure as hell smell him, and he is not nearly as impressed by Wyatt's charm. The totally-not-soft Wyatt winds up exchanging a couple swings with Maloney instead of spit with Mahoney.
Dr. Ranui gets to the scene before it turns into anything more than a couple boys tussling (and before anyone cries). He takes 5 points from Wildgulch and gives him detention cleaning up after the Wildgulch BBQ Party on Tuesday. Still, Wyatt looked super tough.
Edited (you're actually legally required to bold their names any time you write them) 2019-11-09 21:49 (UTC)
Wind-whipped and victorious is not how Tybalt's ended his last few games. So what he has a few feathers in his hair. He flew well, and he didn't die, and those are things to be proud of. He works his way through his teammates, enthusiastically clapping backs and ruffling hair both. But he's winding his way towards a specific person. Eddy was amazing, and deserves accolades. Tybalt's guilt over leaving the JV team is mostly assuaged, today. They didn't need him at all. Eddy was incredible.
So as soon as Tybalt sees him, he leaps in his direction, feathers flying. He's not so oblivious that he hasn't noticed Eddy hasn't been around much in the past few days. But he must've been busy. It doesn't affect the wattage of his grin, today congratulatory for the both of them. "So when exactly are you gonna be sick of being MVP, Waxweiler, Jesus!"
High in the stands, Viola sits with her hands wrapped around a thermos of hot apple cider. The steam rising beneath her chin does nothing to alleviate the stiffness in her cheeks, though it does create a dewy sheen. Her nose is pink and so are the tips of her ears beneath her ancient headphones. The unpredictability of the quods explosions make it impossible for her to tell if Aristotle and Tybalt are playing poorly or well, so she watches the stands more than the game for clues.
In fact, she hardly watches the game, at all. Her eyes drift over the crowd, looking for interesting chemistry between her teachers or her peers. She misses her cue to clap more than once but hopes the banner levitating over her head makes up for her lackluster cheerleading.
Crow prints are painted on a shimmering golden banner in what Viola believes are patterns that translate to Fly and Fight, though who's to really say for sure.
Edited (Open for interactions OR if you want your character to be spied on) 2019-11-10 01:45 (UTC)
This whole week has been a lot. At the start of the school year the reminder that he was expected to be some sort of guide and role model to an entire team had filled Eddy with stabs of anxiety and dread. It had surely been the result of Youngblood playing alcohol fueled darts with the roster. But in the days approaching this first match it had been a mercy to escape all the stray thoughts whipping around his head and focus instead on getting ten other people ready to face off together as a team.
In spite of worries about allergies and fashion faux pas, they'd come together and played a solid opener. Bringing home the win was just the cherry. But pulling through in the end to be the last man standing meant the team could put their anxieties to rest. For today at least.
Eddy's not so selfless that there isn't a small pleased smile of victory on his face when he lands, completely understated compared to how much every molecule of his being is zinging.
Every member of the team gets an awkward "good game" and a clap on the back afterwards, but he doesn't offer even the slightest resistance to more exuberant displays.
Pax should be extremely proud of Tony for slow jogging over to the fight between Wyatt and Maloney like he's Andrew Wiggins. He lets Dr. Ranui beat him there.
So, okay, maybe Hawthorne ate feathers pretty early in play, but did you see him? Guys?! Did you SEE him?!?! He FLEW. And didn't DIE or kill anyone ELSE while on a broom. To top it all off, Peckenpaugh had seen double victories today. You'd've thought this one scored the winning goal of the game the way he's beaming.
He hadn't expected to be so excited. Delight radiates off of him, thrilled as a kid on Christmas morning to have even gotten the opportunity to fly. It doesn't matter that he would've flown either way. He seeks out his captains, and the varsity captains, for thanks and any critique they might have. (Not the time, Hawthorne) And he's even completely kind to his siblings after the day.
Chanel Addams doesn't get nervous. She works hard. Which is exactly what she's been doing for the past few weeks. Still. The new responsibility of actually having to coach and teach the cheer squad had her a little tightly wound. The opportunity to glow up the buses with glitter paper was actually exactly what she needed to let loose before the game. She proudly notes her opposition's new hair piece.
The routines she's been teaching are flashy, and somewhat dance-centric, which is her forte, but with plenty of room for throwing people straight up into the air. Today's only the first time, but she's still looking for nothing less than perfection both for herself and everyone else on the team. The cheers she's come up with herself are usually about graphic murder. She tried to come up with a signature murder for everyone on the team, like: "Eviscerate them, scream and shout, Wyatt, turn their insides out!" and like the moral of this story is that they'll probably be doing generic school cheers for a little while if anyone's listening hard enough.
But she's very proud of everyone afterward, and says so.
Poppy also has her own thermos, though hers is full of drinking chocolate. You'd think what with it being so sunny out it wouldn't be so cold, but no, the only thing the sun does is annoy her into putting on sunglasses. It's cold enough that she has to wear multiple sweaters and two pairs of thick socks, something she's grumpy about now but will probably be grateful for later.
She's not big on team sports and no matter who's playing that's never going to change. So, actually paying attention to the game is a challenge, especially since she doesn't know much beyond needing to get the ball to the pot and messy explosions. Instead of pretending to know what's going on her eyes are glued to her phone where she's engrossed in a riveting game of Solitaire.
She jumps when the crowd lets out a particularly loud cheer, looking up from her phone and over to Viola. "Was that for us?"
Packed in, there's no obvious escape route. This encounter was inevitable - the teams might have flown separately, but they were sure to mingle afterwards. Especially after a double victory. Still it doesn't stop the chorus of curses running through Eddy's head now that the moment had come. He's keenly aware that he had multiple opportunities to approach Tybalt before the match and stumble out a few words of encouragement for his first varsity outing. But every chance he'd had, he'd instead pressed past, eyes fixed firmly on his team, and the guilt prickles at him.
His gaze seeks out anything other than Tybalt's beaming face. It's a nice face, a really nice face, and with a different set of circumstances that smile would have his innards flipping around in a good way. But instead the knot in his stomach pulls tight at lightning speed, the initial rush of the win is over, and he's stuck back on the ground. He gives a clumsy shrug of his shoulders - even on the best of days he's terrible at taking praise - and this kind of attention makes his features tighten with discomfort. "Just.. doing my part," he says, still trying to formulate an escape, even as he finally looks at Tybalt.
In the midst of the game, Winter cups one hand to her mouth and shouts, "HEY! PAX!" The girl's got some pipes on her for one is so ordinarily quiet. There's a five second pause — she's giving her roommate a moment to line up the shot — before a single shelled peanut arcs up from the band in Pax's direction.
It's a lackluster response for someone who just won a game. For someone whose entire team did, and who was the last one on the field. His smile, amazingly, falters a little, and a prickle of doubt dances through his mind. Something common, though he usually swallows it and expresses it in further bluster, but this one persists a little harder than most. Does Eddy look like he wants to walk away?
Could he have somehow done something wrong?
But he decides that no, of course not, it's just there's a lot of people. He reaches out to shake Eddy by the shoulder a little, to really grind in the praise. "You were amazing." He stresses. "You're going to celebrate."
IN THE STANDS: Snax for Pax + Open to one poor soul
The great thing about being as ridiculous as your roommate is that Pax had genuinely expected this moment to come, and thus she's ready to be ready to maybe choke to death on food flying through the air towards her mouth. Still, plans don't always work out perfectly, and it quickly becomes obvious that the peanut, while extremely close, isn't going to make it into her mouth. Not one to be deterred, Pax pretty much throws herself across the shoulder of the person in front of her to snatch the peanut out of the air with a whoop of triumph.
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