Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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Bruce had been laying low the past few days. He had summer trips to finalize and child classmates to avoid. But now he had no good excuse. And so he made his way to the common room, found some basketball games on the TV, and watched. He couldn't figure out if he would need to really train at sports for his war on crime. There were some useful skills involved in them, and he certainly couldn't argue with the physical training, but it seemed like it would be better to get accustomed to watching the games so he could fake being a fan with whatever season tickets he could get as Bruce Wayne.

And since it felt appropriate to the sporting experience, Bruce made a bowl of popcorn. That way if anyone stopped by, he could at least offer some and prove that he was sociable.

[OOC: I'm listening to basketball but have no popcorn, so it is not method RP.]

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It was rare that Jaina ended up on the fifth floor anymore, but when one was on the lookout for food, sometimes that meant going a floor or two up. "It's like you read my mind," she said, spotting the popcorn.

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"It would be more impressive if I had your favorite sandwich," Bruce said. "But this is a good first step towards that kind of service."

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"Yeah, be more psychic next time," she said, taking a seat and nodding towards the TV. "What's this?"

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"I'll try," Bruce said. "It's the basketball playoffs. Only the first round, but the series is still pretty interesting."

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"Hm. I don't think I've sat down to watch this before," she said, thinking back. "I don't think it was part of my sports curriculum."

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"You're missing out," Bruce said, settling into an explanatory tone. "Basically, each team is trying to shoot the ball into their hoop to score points. Whoever has the most points after 48 minutes wins."

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"Sounds easy enough," Jaina said. "It seems like all team sports have the same objective, just with varying time limits and goals. Literal goals." Had to clarify.

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"And frequency of scoring. Basketball scores are much higher than any other sport," Bruce explained. "And after 46 minutes of almost constant scoring, you could probably get away with only watching the last two minutes of the game."

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"If only we could fast forward," she said with mock wistfulness. So far the game didn't seem so bad.

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"But then you'd miss my favorite part," Bruce said. "Seeing how the game gets to that point. Who's tired, who has to play more carefully, who's been hitting their shots... All of that plays into the end of the game."

Because OF COURSE Bruce related to the game on that level.

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"You don't think that's overanalyzing a little?" Not that she saw anything wrong with that. This girl had led battles and all.

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"I don't think so," Bruce said. "It just means I'm enjoying the game on a different level than a lot of people."

Enjoying. Using it to help learn strategy. Whatever.

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"I've got to say, that beats reasons like 'I just watch for the cheerleaders,'" she granted.

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"They rarely show the cheerleaders on TV," Bruce admitted. "That's more something football does."

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"Yeah, football's one of the ones I know," she said. "So's cheerleading, incidentally." Both for the same reason and his name was John.

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"You're not on the cheerleading squad, are you?" Bruce checked.

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"No," she said quickly. "My unboyfriend was when he went here. I leave the cheering to everyone who's not me."