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thursdays_angel) wrote2009-09-04 09:17 pm
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Baseball Team Meeting.
Castiel has had a new opportunity to make signs, and multicolored flyers have gone up all over the bar.
There will be a Team Meeting
for those playing with Castiel
on the baseball diamond, beginning at 4 o’clock
On the appointed day, he sets up his meeting at the baseball diamond. Castiel has witnessed meetings like this before. And he has prepared accordingly.
A beverage called Kool Aid seems to be popular, so Castiel has provided three large pitchers’ worth—one red, one purple, one green—along with paper cups. And several boxes worth of cookies. Some upended crates from the building supplies serve as makeshift tables. There is also a selection of bats and a bucket of balls laid out by the bleachers, and extra copies of the rule book Meg has compiled.
Castiel—as ever, in his trench coat--stands a little apart, hands clasped behind his back. He’s not quite sure what to say. Addressing assemblies has never really been a part of his job description.
He clears his throat.
“Hello,” he says. “Welcome to the team meeting.”
So far, so good.
“The purpose of this meeting is to become acquainted, so that we may go forth into the game with a sense of camraderie. This way we may talk, and, if we wish, practice together.”
Castiel nods deicisively.
Clearly, the celestial chain of command is not good at delivering the warm, fuzzy speeches. But it’s a start.
[OOC: For the players and their muns to have a good time. Go forth, handwave, play, mingle, enjoy!]
for those playing with Castiel
on the baseball diamond, beginning at 4 o’clock
On the appointed day, he sets up his meeting at the baseball diamond. Castiel has witnessed meetings like this before. And he has prepared accordingly.
A beverage called Kool Aid seems to be popular, so Castiel has provided three large pitchers’ worth—one red, one purple, one green—along with paper cups. And several boxes worth of cookies. Some upended crates from the building supplies serve as makeshift tables. There is also a selection of bats and a bucket of balls laid out by the bleachers, and extra copies of the rule book Meg has compiled.
Castiel—as ever, in his trench coat--stands a little apart, hands clasped behind his back. He’s not quite sure what to say. Addressing assemblies has never really been a part of his job description.
He clears his throat.
“Hello,” he says. “Welcome to the team meeting.”
So far, so good.
“The purpose of this meeting is to become acquainted, so that we may go forth into the game with a sense of camraderie. This way we may talk, and, if we wish, practice together.”
Castiel nods deicisively.
Clearly, the celestial chain of command is not good at delivering the warm, fuzzy speeches. But it’s a start.
[OOC: For the players and their muns to have a good time. Go forth, handwave, play, mingle, enjoy!]
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But she does have an unerring accuracy when it comes to throwing, which means even a side-arm throw will whip the ball right through the center of Teja's strike zone.
Well. His approximate strike zone, at least.
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"Thank you!"
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And again.
(She will probably keep going until Teja indicates he would prefer to switch. It seems polite.)
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"You do that very well," he says, after a while. "Would you like to take a turn batting?"
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This is the area in which she really requires practice. A lot of practice.
And once she has obtained a bat appropriate to her strength and reach --
"Okay. You can throw now."
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He picks one, and throws, rather straightforward.
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Her reaction suggests that this is what happens a lot.
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Then she nods once, shifting her stance.
Maybe this will work better.
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But with more practice she'll get in some more solid hits.
Teja's advice is very helpful.
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Well, almost, depending on how long she can keep doing this.
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But she will stop well before that -- it doesn't take that many pitches before she's gotten enough muscle memory of successful hitting to be able to do a half-decent job in her at bats.
She'll say thank you when they're done.
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"Physical things are not difficult."
Among other things.
Social graces and abstract thinking outside of combat, however, are still tricky.
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"I am good at killing people."
This is not a lie.
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"I do not think baseball players are good at hurting other people."
Most of the time, anyway.
"It is not their job."
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Beat.
"For them."
But that is okay.
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It still does not make sense to her.
Oh well.
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"The battlefield world?"
This she has not heard of.
"I do not understand."
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