Campsite Gym, Tuesday Evening

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

There's Tyler, looking smug.

There are basketballs on the court. Tyler is actually attempting to shoot the basketballs through the basket.

Right now, he's averaging .... oh, two out of three. Way less when he goes past the center court line.

He's ready for any basketball teammates or random onlookers who want to play.

[OOC: Now with shiny OCD threads.]

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[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

"No bad experiences," Tempe replied, then hesitated. "Well, one bad experience, but I get the idea that type of thing isn't the norm." She thought of her encounter with Bel on Sunday night. At least, she hoped that kind of thing wasn't the norm.

"Oddities? Other than the fact that I'm from 12 years ago, and yet the administration still seemed to be expecting me? Not really."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Oh, a time thing," John says casually. "Happens all the time. I'm in a cabin with a guy whose a knight...from like a long time ago."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe grins at that. "You think the administration did it on purpose? Taking people from all over time and space?"

Not that she'd met someone from a different planet yet, but hey, there was still time.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't be surprised," he answers. "School's are usually trumpeting diversity and the vast student body. This school? Has that and more."