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grasshopper 19, video to all from the gymnasium

'Sup everyone, how's it going? Got a more fun proposal than I last time I was here. [ A grin. ]

So I've been thinking we could run some sports groups! The gym's emptier these days with the training one used for all the fighting and magic classes, and it's going to waste! I don't know all the games they have the equipment for here, but there's a few I've been practising, and I figure we can spend a few days seeing what everyone likes and setting up different times people can come in and have a go.

I got a few friends to help out show some off: volleyball, badminton, tennis. Been practising basketball too. But if there's any you know and want people to get involved with, let's do it! Let's get some partners and have fun. There's hoops and nets gathering dust here.

I'm thinking we could do something around after lunchtime for the next few days, but I'll let you guys know the times for sure later. There's instructions on the ICP too if we wanna try something new once in a while, so come and check 'em out--I can even show you a few games now!

( OOC post about this here! )

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[ Old habits die hard! Give him a break! But the rest of Tidus's words fall easily into place, Roland receiving the message warmly. ]

That sounds like a win to me, if you manage to turn this whole train into a sports team. A lot safer than going down planets every two weeks, too. [ Alas. There were people to save; cities to rescue... ] And two people is really all you need. Look, we played catch with the football, just you and me. If we had the space, I would have shown you how to hike it too.

Hike a ball? [ Now he's just doing this on purpose, isn't he. ] Climbing the walls in the training gym's kinda like a hike if that's what you're after.

[ An intense workout? He's kidding, but he's got to have something to say with all these weird terms! ]

[ He chuckles, smile turning into a smirk. ] Sorry. I could show you, if you want? It might be better to demonstrate. It's not what you think it means.

I don't have a clue what it means, so no worry there. [ Pfft. ] Alright. All I'm doing is standing here bouncing a ball, so come hikes some balls for me.

[ He'll spread out his arms with that like a challenge, and a yellow tennis can be caught in one of his hands.

Come at him with your ball 'hiking', old man! ]

[ It doesn't take Roland long to salute himself out of the ICP channel and walk to the gym car, simple tshirt and pants for today's uniform of the day. Arms crossed, he spots Tidus throwing a tennis ball for practice and approaches him easily.

He looks like he belongs in places like this, indeed. Ever the sportsman, ever the athlete. ]

Hard at work I see, coach. [ He passes Tidus with a smile before he makes his way to the familiar pile of equipment. The football sticks out like a sore thumb, so it doesn't take him long to find it. ] Ready for catch part two, with a hint of rules?

[ There's already a soccer ball, tennis rackets and and a volleyball out and collected to a side, and then of course the one small ball being bounced under Tidus's hand, left to go and high as his drop allows it. He stops briefly when Roland comes in, dressed himself in an outfit not the standard--the shirt done up, and continuing his tradition of No Long Pant Legs.

Seeing who it is, Tidus easily resumes to bounce the ball aimlessly, even as the comment is made. ]

Sure. Rules, those're your favourite, right? [ He catches the ball one last time and begins a slow lazy walk over to Roland. ] How more complicated can a game where you chuck the ball around get?

[ The outfit suits Tidus, and he's not surprised he's got more than the standard uniforms in stock. With five hundred points from last time, who wouldn't be stocking up on essentials, apart from the wishlist he's been trying to finish since they first met? He also briefly wonders if he'll ever see Tidus in pants one day...even during the mission, it was tattered in a way that felt intentional.

Styles aside, he shakes his head in amusement, readying himself in a spot around the gym that had as much space as he can afford to take up for the impromptu lesson. He walks to that spot, knowing Tidus will follow, and it's near the end of the narrow lane, where there's visibility for the breadth of the room. The ball in his hands is also thrown up and down, like a practiced warm up. ]

Yeah, yeah. Right up there with counting and taking down notes. [ He starts stretching, left arm over the other. ] Not that complicated, actually. If you watch a full game, it's more intense than what we're doing. But right now, all you need to know is how to hike. You're gonna be a quarterback one day, right? [ It's a joke but it does not lose its earnest tone, its sincerity. Logic of void travel aside, there's a part of Roland that truly believes in Tidus as an athlete, and it just gets stronger and stronger the more they play together. ]

Ready? Get behind me. [ He isn't in position yet, but the ball has stopped its descent, now settled firmly between both his hands. ]

[ Tidus is watching Roland the entire time, curious, a quirk to the pull of his smile making it close to a smirk. He pockets the ball into his pants pocket, feeling it plop as it hits the fabric. ]

I'll usually leftfielder, but go on. [ Since we're going to use all these nonsense terms, why not just join in at this point? But Tidus goes to stand somewhere behind Roland, giving him space. ]

So this has something to do with a 'hike'...

[ He says it like a joke, but he really has no clue as to what he's about to witness. What is anyone supposed to do back here--catch the ball as Roland throws it over his shoulder? It's not a water game, so it'd work, probably. You couldn't do it in blitzball, anyway--not enough shooting power, or your teammate would have to be close for it.

It'd be easier just to spin around at that point. ]

That's right.

[ He tries to get into position, his body beginning to bend by the hip, but he knows the distance hasn't been closed enough for this to work. So he straightens up and motions for Tidus with a wave of his wrist, beckoning. The ball is nestled momentarily against his opposite arm. ]

Wait. This won't work. Come closer. Back to chest almost.

[ He's saying this with a straight face. ]

[ Tidus's brows dip at the motion, how close does he need to be?, but he shuffles forward, attempting to get close without knocking any heels or other body parts. ]

Uhhh-- here? Do I have to be standing straight-?

[ He thinks he gets what Roland means by back to chest, but also...? No, it can't be whatever he's thinking. ]

Hmm. Hold on, I think it might be better if I get into position first, so you know how close I need you to be.

[ Tidus, he asks you inwardly not to panic because at this very moment, Roland fully commits to the hike stance, bending while keeping his thighs steady and tight. The ball is gripped in one hand, positioned between his legs.

He turns back, looking to him expectantly. ]

This is basically the hike stance to start the throw. So I need you as quarterback to come catch this ball fast, so if we were playing against a team, I can pass it to you and you can go long without interference. I'd be your shield, keeping the opposing team away from your throw.

So you need to be close. Really close. See?

[ ........????????????

what is this butt getting up in his crotch ]

[ ok, no, Tidus took a step back once Roland started shuffling himself into position, and this game is taking a drastic turn from the horsehide back and to before. Now it's got old man hide showing itself.

He's watching. He's listening. But he's pretty sure he still doesn't understand. ]

So to do a hike, the person comes behind the one with the ball... and takes it between their legs?

[ The confusion is what registers to Roland and nothing else, but what is he but patient? He retains the stance and even takes time to steady his core even more, so he's as stable as can be despite playing just one person. ]

That's correct. I'll pass you the ball fast, like so - [ Roland does the action slowly for demonstrative purposes, his left arm passing the ball into the gap between parted thighs, as if Tidus was there to catch it already. He does this twice for emphasis. ] - and as soon as you grab it, I'll run to the other end of this lane and try to catch your throw.

Ideally, in a real game, as soon as we put the ball into play, a bunch of well-padded players would rush us and I'd have to push them back so you could throw the ball farther. But since it's just us two...

[ With the explanation out of the way, Roland resumes the stance and the expectation is clearly written on his face now. What else did he need to know? ] Ready?

[ Tidus moves more into a position where he can bend without putting his face in Roland's ass, 'cause that's an absolute legit worry here, right? It's almost comical that this is a move, an actual in-game position! And if he thought Roland was the type--well, he could be--, he'd think the guy was taking him on a joke right now. ]

You know this is going to look stupid, right? [ There's no way this can't once Tidus thinks he's somewhere that can handle this exchange. And he's got to be ready to make the shot-- er, throw next? ]

Just give me a few slow test grabs first before you run off anywhere. --Wait, wouldn't I be the one running in a real game?

[ Wasn't there something about Roland being a Shield? Ehhh, he'll have to read the ICP info for this some time. ]

[ He scoffs, eyebrow quirked up. He's fully aware of how silly it can seem from an outsider's perspective, but it was just a game anyway. No big deal! ]

Hey, come on. You're a pro, right? Sometimes you gotta look stupid to get the best play. And this just so happens to be a legal form, so get closer. I can't pass you the ball if I reach my arm out too far. Ok, here's some practice --

[ And Roland begins, just testing out the motion, making sure Tidus's grip gets used to the shape of the football. ]

And yeah, you'd be running too if the opposing team had to throw the ball to center. You'd need to grab it, mid-air if you had to. It's why the gear for pro football is so bulky. It's a contact sport. [ Swing. Pause. Back to place. Swing. Pause. Back to place... ]

[ This is weird. The gear is bulky? Tidus doesn't know what that means in terms of being a contact sport--it's not like that matters in Blitzball, grabbing and kicking plenty--but he has the practice of the ball passing between Roland's legs to better understand what he should be expecting here, what he should do.

He still can't imagine how exactly it'd play out in action, but maybe he'll check out the cinema car, see if he can find any movies on the game. For now, he's the one to go- ] Alright, I think I get the idea, [ to end their practice turns, and to show the real thing. His thighs parted, arms low and hands ready to receive. Tidus can't help but murmur, ] I'm ready to catch the baby, [ wryly, whether or not it's distracting before Roland prepares the pass and run.

But give it to him, Roland. Let's make this delivery a success. ]

[ He throws him a look over his shoulder. ] You don't catch babies, Tidus. [ Meaning, you don't throw them in the first place!! Should he be concerned? He gets the joke, just...ugh. Roland shakes his head and he readies himself for a real play. Instead of the usual rally - the hut, hut, hike! - Roland just counts to three.

He hopes Tidus is ready for this one; it's gonna be a lot faster passing the ball now. ]

3...2...1!

[ At one, the arm holding the ball snaps back like lightning. If Tidus manages to react and receive in time, he will find Roland already making a light jog backward, eyes following the ball so he can catch it with his body. ]

[ Oh look at him being a sourgrapes over a dumb joke. Tidus just makes a motion half-close to rolling his eyes, but there's sports to be had, and his hands are ready to catch the baby--I mean, the horse ball.

It doesn't seem to matter if he's ready though. Once Roland passes the ball, it's quick, there in his hands before he can think about it, and Tidus forgets if he's supposed to do something else or letting Roland do all the legwork. Oh wait, he's just meant to be throwing, right? And he remembers the way to grasp the ball, catching the glances Roland's taking, waiting until he's made some distance before rearing back his arm- ]

Hike!

[ And he throws it, not exactly aiming for Roland, but turning it into a whizzing bullet somewhere to the side of Roland in direction, but with a height so that it falls down in a curve--and hopefully he'll be able to catch it before it hits the ground.

Maybe. Probably. ]

[ He's more or less expected that Tidus was going to throw that with force again - kid had muscle! - so he was a bit more ready for it than before. But what he forgot to account for was the speed. The trajectory was clear, but the speed always gets him knocked out. At the very least, the huff that leaves his windpipe as he practically barrel rolls to receive the throw with his entire body weight, like real football, isn't audible anymore.

The catch connects and he stands up, wipes himself down before throwing the ball back into the air. ]

Touchdown. [ He smirks and throws the football down, play acting as if he had just gotten a goal. Then, he starts...what looks to be, a dance. A shuffle in place. It's not as energetic as the movements are demanding it to be but it's weirdly coordinated, like he's not making it up as he goes - it's a learned dance. It lasts all of five seconds before he stops to pick up the ball. ]

Good throw! Getting better at the control.

[ It's a good catch, and Tidus can be impressed--did this guy actually play sports much in his later life? But it's a short-lived response to seeing the ball meet his body, the impressed turn of his mouth pausing when he sees-

that

shuffling.

]

...did a jellyfish swim into your pants? What're you doing?

[ Roland. What even. What is that? The compliment completely whizzes over his head as he just stares at this apparent 48 year old man. ]

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