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thursdays_angel) wrote2009-09-04 09:17 pm
thursdays_angel) wrote2009-09-04 09:17 pm
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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"You are on first. Father Mulcahy is on second."
Castiel, sadly, is not familiar with the Abbott & Costello routine.
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Castiel's mouth twitches into what one could almost call a smile.
"He is what one might call a character."
Plastic Surgeries Gone Wrong indeed. Stitch has interesting ideas about what constitutes light jailhouse reading.
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"There," he says, after a moment, pointing toward the makeshift refreshment table.
"The one drinking the Kool-Aid."
As if his choice of beverage is the most notable thing about Stitch.
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"He is peculiar. But he is quite strong for his size."
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