fandomhighdorms | Flag Football Tryouts, Gym, Sunday afternoon

Those who arrived at the gym for flag football tryouts would find Willow there, complete with blue hat, clipboard, and a whistle. She waved when there seemed to be a good enough crowd to start.

"Hi everybody!" Willow said. "In case you don't know me, I'm Willow Rosenberg, captain of the bestest team here at Fandom High, which is also known as the Blue team. John is captain of the sadly penultimate team, which would be Gold. Try not to mock them too openly for not being as great as Blue is.

"Today is tryouts for new students," Willow continued. "Or old students who didn't try out before. Or medium-time length students who possibly fell into an alternate dimension when they should've been devoting themselves to football skills. Which around here is entirely possible. Either way if you aren't on one of the teams and would like to be, this is the place for you!

"We've got a few areas set to tryout. John and I will be watching you and judging your every move to see if you are worthy of flag football so, you know, no pressure or anything.

"Those who are already on teams don't have to try out again, but you're welcome to help the newbies, or just watch, or even make suggestions as to who might make a good teammate. John and I will be over there if anyone wants to talk.

"And remember that this is all in good fun, except when we're trouncing the Gold team in which case we're out for the strictly metaphorical kill. Don't forget to hydrate and warm up and say please and thank you when appropriate or just 'get out of my way, fool!' when that's what the situation calls for. Also feel free to apply a different insult if 'fool' isn't really working for you.

"So, um, yeah. Good luck and Go Gremlins!" Willow did a fist pump to encourage everyone, then went over to where she was going to watch the tryouts.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ is up! Have fun!]

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Sign in if you're here to try out! Otherwise Willow and John will think you're just hanging around the gym for the heck of it.

Stretch, hydrate, chat with your fellow try-outers.

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"Football requires you to be quick on your feet," Willow said, pointing to a section of the gym that had rows of tires set up along the floor. "So go back and forth through those however you want without tripping. If people just so happen to 'trip' while running beside you... well that's football for you."

Willow smiled, looking innocent as she said that.

"Football also involves throwing things," Willow said. "Specifically the ball that the game is named after. So we need to see if you can throw or catch. With the idea being that you want to be able to throw the ball towards your teammates so they can score a goal, or catch the ball when it's thrown so that, again, goal-scoring can happen.

"Now we know everyone here may not have a lot of experience," Willow added. "So instead of heavy, hurty footballs we have pillows. Throw the pillows, catch the pillows, please please please try not to figure out how to put someone's eye out with them, and, um, have fun!"

"So some people - " Willow shot a look in John's direction " - get all picky about how it's flag football and there are rules which means no tackling even though said person may be a big ol' hypocrite about it and I still say there's nothing in the rulebook that prevents the use of superpowers or magic.

"But!" Willow said, "For the purposes of the tryouts I suppose we can pretend everyone here follows the rules even if they so do not. So please show us that you know not to tackle someone by pairing up with anyone else and not touching them. Try to stay close since obviously it's real easy not to touch someone if you're in separate rooms. So try to get close without touching, try to avoid being touched, and if anybody screws this up so much that it turns dirty I'm going to throw something at you and you'll wish it was one of the pillows."

When said coaches ping in.

For those who like to watch. If you know what I mean, and I think you do.

I'll be off and on all day.

Mel leaned back against the wall and watched the try-outs.

Mostly because she was hoping someone would get hit in the face with a ball.

Because that's always fun to watch.

Sokka was, of course, there to cheer on the newbies. And help decide who was on his team, whether Willow wanted said help or not. And possibly to try yet again to tackle Chad, if he showed up.

"WOOO! GO BLUE!!!"

Sokka gave Mel a friendly punch in the shoulder. "You here to try out? Or are you already on a team? I can't remember."

Willow was on the sidelines, taking notes as she watched the proceedings.

After enjoying a few muffins, Turtle headed down to the gym to support her investment and see what sort of new life was going to be breathed into the football teams, especially the gold.

Turtle arched an eyebrow when she caught Sokka's cheer. Hmm. She hadn't thought about that when she hired him, that he was a part of the team that wasn't the one Turtle & Canary was sponsoring. That could be...problematic.

No, she didn't know how but it could be. She had to have an awareness for this sort of thing, after all.

John was off to the side, hoping the new kids would understand the flag bit better than the other members of the teams.

Brooke thought if there was any possibility she might end up on the cheerleading squad (and really, come on), she might as well check out the local sports teams. And appreciate.

Intrigued to see who might try-out, Chad took a seat in the stands, somewhere near the top so that he didn't accidentally block anyone else. As if there was going to be enough people to fill the bleachers in the first place.

Lucas Scott

Lucas had been annoyed to hear there was football but no basketball. Still, the drills would help keep him in shape. He stretched out properly before tryouts.

Lucas moved quickly through the tires. He was finding this tryout a lot easier than some of the paces Whitey liked to put them through back home. And he appreciated it.

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Lucas had no experience throwing footballs or pillows, but he didn't think he could do too badly.

Lucas waited for a partner and wondered how there could be football without tackling.

"I'm not much of a team player," Mel said with a shrug. "So I thought I'd just watch other people sweat."

Billy was there to check out the new blood.

Jack Burton

Jack managed to run through the tires without falling. He wasn't going to set any speed records, though.

It was kind of hard to put a spiral on a pillow. Jack gave it his best shot.

Jack nodded at the other guy. Potential flag partner?

Flag Football Tryouts, Gym, Sunday afternoon

Sign in!

Warm up and/or mingle!

Tryouts!

Tryout #1: Running without falling and killing yourself

Tryout #2: Throwing and catching without hitting teammates in the face. Or elsewhere.

Tryout #3: It's called FLAG football

Talk to the coaches!

Audience!

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