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fandomhighdorms2006-01-03 11:09 am
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First Floor Lobby, Tuesday Late Morning/Early Afternoon
There are still six days left to go before classes start, and Anders has stationed himself in the first floor lobby with . . . a book. (He's quite shocked about it too, actually.) Yes, he's actually reading.
Granted, it's a book on baseball history that Cally gave him for Christmas. But the important thing here is that he's reading. Voluntarily. And not for class.
And he kind of wants people to see this. Just so they know he actually can read, and isn't afraid of books. Hence his presence in the first floor lobby instead of one of the common rooms.
Not that he'd be averse to a conversation if anyone were to stop by.
[OOC: It is deader than dead at work today. Entertain me. I beg you.]
Granted, it's a book on baseball history that Cally gave him for Christmas. But the important thing here is that he's reading. Voluntarily. And not for class.
And he kind of wants people to see this. Just so they know he actually can read, and isn't afraid of books. Hence his presence in the first floor lobby instead of one of the common rooms.
Not that he'd be averse to a conversation if anyone were to stop by.
[OOC: It is deader than dead at work today. Entertain me. I beg you.]

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He gestured vaguely with the book and explained, "I sorta discovered baseball a couple of months ago and got hooked on it, and now I've got all this baseball stuff that people gave me for Christmas. And . . . football, and a bunch of other Earth sports, too, since I guess nobody would know how to get a hold of any Pyramid stuff around here anyway. You're Lily, right? You were in my math class? How's your break been?"
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She sat down in the chair next to his, looking at him curiously. "That's really cool that you're learning - Since I went away to my old school, where all they play is Quidditch, it's been several years since I've talked about normal sports - baseball and football, and of course football in Europe is different than football in America too, so... it's just a bit confusing all around for new people." Lily realized she was rambling and attempted to focus. "'Pyramid' is it, where you're from? What's that like?"
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"Pyramid is . . ." He thought for a second, making odd gestures with his free hand. "A little bit of American football and a little bit of basketball, only with a triangular court and one goal. Get the ball into the basket, keep the other team from scoring, tackle them if you have to. Pretty simple, really, but when you've got full teams going it gets kind of crazy on the court. I'm from Delphi on a planet called Caprica, part of the Colonies of Kobol. It's pretty far away from here. Don't ask me how to get there from here, either," he added with a self-conscious laugh.
"What's Quidditch? I've never heard of that sport." Anders got that overly-enthusiastic sports-maniac glint in his eyes.
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"Quidditch is... well," she looked uncomfortable, never sure of how people would react to learning about magic. "I'm a witch, you see, and quidditch is a sport played in the international wizarding community - seven players on each team - three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and one Seeker, all flying on broomsticks. There are three hoops on each end of the long rectangular field, so there it's a bit like European Football, where one person from each team guards the hoops, and the object is to get the quaffle - the red ball - through the hoops to score points. The Chasers work on passing the quaffle to try and score, and all the while there are two balls called bludgers, which are charmed to fly around and try to get in the way - knock people off their broomsticks and the like, and the Beaters are there to try and keep the bludgers from doing so much damage to their teammates. And the seeker flies around looking for the fourth ball - a tiny gold one called a snitch. When the seeker catches the snitch the game is over and the highest-scoring team wins. It's a bit of fun to watch, and interesting to play, but sometimes people get really injured, which is just like any other sport, I suppose."
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His eyes glazed over for a moment as he tried to imagine Pyramid on flying broomsticks -- yeah, you'd definitely need a much bigger court for that, but wow, that could be cool. "Sounds really high-speed, too, so yeah, injury's always a possibility. Pyramid's pretty rough that way too, with the tackling and everything . . . the friend I was training with blew out her knee during practice a few weeks ago, and now she might never get to play again." He bit his lip, looking vaguely troubled at that last part.
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Her expression changed to one of concern as she added, "I'm really sorry to hear about your friend. Is there a chance of recovery, at least?"
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"Hey, Anders. What are you reading?"
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He leaned back in his chair, tapped the book against his chin, and said, "As for a favorite team? Haven't really seen enough to tell, but I kinda dig this Angels team for some reason. Maybe it's the logo. Cally keeps gettin' me jerseys and stuff of theirs."
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She arched a brow. "Angels, huh? They're good. I'm a Yankees fan. Mostly because of proximity - I grew up near New York."
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He scrunched up his face and puzzled for a moment over the vagaries of U.S. geography, then gave up completely. "See, that's the thing that I'm still completely confused by, with baseball and stuff. I have no idea where any of these teams are, except by Eastern, Central, and Western divisions. That's like, as much geography as I know around here."
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