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Gym, Flag Football practice, Sunday afternoon

Willow was at the gym at the usual flag football practice time.

"Hi guys!" she said. "Okay, so we've been focusing on the positive - especially for the members of my team - and today we're going to continue that trend. With winning comes many benefits. For instance a sense of accomplishment, the ability to be smug, and endorsement deals!

"But as anyone who has watched reality TV on Wednesday nights knows, being a spokesperson is not easy. You have to be well-spoken, fierce, and never lose your model. Also it helps if you remember the product name.

"So today we are practicing our spokespersonness. You're going to take this - " Willow held up the football " - and look at the camera - " she pointed to the camera that she had hooked up to her computer " - and convince the viewers at home that they want this football, they need this football, and for extra credit maybe even imply that not having the football causes baby seals to cry. Or something traumatic like that. Get them to buy, is the point.

"Oh, and smile with your eyes!" Willow clapped. "Go team! And you other folks who are sadly members of gold! Woo!"

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up! Practice!]

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Name, and think up an advertising slogan for yourself.

Yasutora Sado, whose advertising slogan truly had to be nonverbal, but clearly his:

a grunt, a lift of the chin, and the classic, always cool THUMBS UP.

Sokka^TM -- Fresher than a mountain stream, and ten times as awesome

Jim Halpert, for when you really need a smartass who makes goofy faces.

It was a very specific slogan.

William Kessler, the only Kessler you'll ever need.

Samuel T. Anders, ~~batteries not included~~ for when regular old Earth football just isn't enough.

John Sheppard, I never see it coming

Marco - Still cuter than Anders.

Evie Carnahan, proud to be a historian!

Andros

Jo Harvelle, small but deadly.

Peter Pevensie, High King of Narnia

Say hello, gossip, chit-chat. As for how to warm up for speaking endorsements, there's always imagining how the print campaign would go.

Sokka did a few jumping jacks and toe-touches.

Jim was easily the most sober person last night -- the horse didn't count as a person, clearly -- so he didn't have to worry about working out while hung over.

On the other hand, he didn't even have to work out today, either.

So Jim practiced holding a football.

Chad is warming up in a fashion that best suited his very athletic, spokesmanlike body, realizing that being an athletic spokesperson was not a bad way to kick off into that whole modeling thing he'd been eying.

John stretched out and ran a few laps, trying to exercise the evil shots out of his system.

Face the camera and let the folks at home know that having a football is fierce. But don't be hoochie while you're doing it.

Sokka faced the camera with a winning smile, and gave it a thumbs-up.

"Hi, I'm Sokka. And this is a football. But not just ANY football. THIS is an awesome football. A SPECTACTULARLY awesome football. It slices, it dices, it makes julienne fries! It hides unsightly varicose veins! It gets out tough stains like catsup and grape juice with NO SCRUBBING! It's a floor wax -- and a dessert topping! It gives you more energy, and makes you look and feel years younger! If you don't buy it, baby seals will cry! And it can be YOURS for the low, low price of $19.95!!! If you call within the next thirty minutes, we'll send you a SECOND football free! So call today!"

... Someone watched a little too much TV.

Jim watched a lot of television. That meant that he watched a lot of commercials. He therefore knew that sex sells. He also knew the audience for sports products was men.

"My name is Jim Halpert and this? This is a football. A very good football, in fact. So good that if you buy it, two girls will make out in front of you. Who knows? They might even invite you to join in. So buy this football, the ONLY football that inspires girlkissy."

Technically that was being a pimp, not a hoochie.

"Hi. I'm William Kessler. You may remember me from such infomercials as: Soccer, the Original Football, and Tennis, Why Not Stand on the Ping-Pong Table?

"Today I'm here to talk to you about this." He held up the football. "An American Football. You know it's good because it's American."

He managed to keep a straight face. Barely.

"Hullo!" Evie tried to look fierce. Fierce as a baby koala, maybe. "I'm Evie Carnahan. And THIS!" She shoved the football at the camera. "Is a championship football! It's been handled by... champions! Yes! And that has special meaning and value and ... so on. Right! So. Please by it as a piece of memorabilia commemorating football! Championship football! Manly and fierce and deadly! You'll, um. Feel it when you feel the football! YES!"

And she held her hands up in victory, because she got through the whole thing! Woo!

Sokka cheered and clapped. "WOOOO!"

Evie turned bright pink. "Really? You liked it? I liked yours better. It had the bit about the fries and such in there."

Sokka turned bright red to match Evie's pink. "Well, I'm no Billy Mays..."

"But you're very confident! And focused! Fierce. It's... impressive." Evie gave him a kiss on the cheek, smiling happily. "It's leadership qualities!"

Sokka kissed her back. "And you're very... um. ...cute!"

Because they are here for you.

When he pings in.

John showed up, a little late, a little hungover, but there.

Willow was keeping an eye on the footage as everyone practiced.

"Which team am I on?" Billy asked, smirking.

Because you wanna be ~~on top~~ in the stands, watching.

My laptop's still wonky and I'm fighting off a migraine. Bleh.

*snickers madly*

Nice topic.

*snuggles*

*gives you peace and quiet*

*appreciates*

In other news, the friend who's staying with me has me mainlining SGA. I'm starting to know your canon now! :D

*makes it all better*

*cuddles*

*will theoretically be getting a new laptop tomorrow*

*theoretically*

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