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Thursday Night Hockey Practice - Triple Deak Ice Rink

[OOC: Sorry folks. Time got away with me today. First time I've logged on all day. This can be slow-played.]

Kawalsky was the first to arrive. He had his own skates, so after unlocking the room where they were keeping the equipment down at the rink in town, which Mr Bombay had kindly loaned them, Charlie hit the ice to warm up.

"Hey guys," he called to the others as they arrived. "Equipment's over there." He pointed to the room off the side. "Get in full gear. We're gonna try some exercises this week."

[OOC: Thanks to these lovely ladies there are girly stickers on the pucks, girly stickers and fabric on the hockey sticks, and other girly stuff on the jerseys.]

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Callisto looks at the hockey equipment.

She blinks.

Then looks some more.

"So, Charlie, who are we killing tomorrow for this?"

Kawalsky skated to the edge of the rink and stepped up onto the floor. He hobbled on his skates over to the door and saw the glittery chirpy mess. "What the hell?" Girliness! There was girliness all over the school hockey equipment! Part of him wanted to growl. The other part? Well, he snorted and shook his head. "Someone had fun.. and has too much time on their hands. Here, gimme a hand with some of this stuff."

Callisto is still looking at the hockey equipment "It's all glittery and ...girly."

"I know," Kawalsky replied, looking a little freaked. Hockey gear wasn't normally girlified in its natural state.. well, not unless you were in Care-A-Lot or the Colorado Avalanche equipment room. "I think I'm allergic to glitter."

"Maybe we could ~~burn it all~~ clean it off?"

"Glitter is a tool of evil in this world. One of its properties is that it can withstand cleaning. If I get a reaction to the glitter I'll just go to the clinic." Kawalsky pulled on a jersey. He looked down. "There are tassles on my jersey."

"Uh, Charlie, who are the skinny, pastel chicks on the gear?"

Kawalsky peered closer at the stickers. "I think that's Cinderella."

"Cinder-who-a?"

"You've never.. of course you haven't. Cinderella was this chick in fairy tales.. um.. mythology who was abused by her stepmother and stepsisters and then got a fairy godmother who dressed her up with magic and gave her glass slippers and she went to this dance and met the Prince and danced with the Prince. But she had to be home by midnight because the magic wore off, so she bailed, but she lost one of her glass slippers. Then the Prince went around and got every girl to try on the glass slipper, but it only fit Cinderella's foot and they met up again and got married and lived happily ever after."

He really should have breathed somewhere in there.

After making sure Kawalsky wasn't going to fall over from oxygen deprivation, Callisto replies "What kind of sappy, maudlin junk is that?"

Charlie shrugged. "I just work here. But in this case," he pointed to the stickers. "I'd say Disney. Don't let Disney suck you in. Keep far, far away from Anaheim and the Mouse."

"Going to be a bit hard when it's all over our gear." Callisto frowns "We are going to find whoever did this, right?"

"Of course we are. We're going to find them and.. do something insanely hidious, like making them listen to Snow White's wishing well song on repeat for a whole hour. By the end of it they'll be sorry!"

"Excellent." Callisto's grin is ~~OMG!SCARY!~~ vaguely unsettling.

John comes into the equipment room and stops cold.

"Did we become figure skaters when I was sleeping?"

"Hey, Crichton." Callisto gestures at the glitterfied equipment. "Horrible isn't it?"

John doesn't even want to touch the glitter. He remembers how it attached itself to people at Rory's party. "Who did this?"

"I don't know, but they're going to regret it."

John touches some of the stickered pucks carefully. "I don't think I can practice with these things. I'd feel weird."

Janet showed up with hot chocolate, but no one was around.

The door to the equipment room was open, though. And she thought she heard a lot of disbelieving voices.

She sipped her hot chocolate and waited ~~for the show to begin~~.

Sam climbed up into the bleachers and plopped down next to Janet. "Is this our prime heckling spot? We're early, so we want to make sure we have the best view possible."

"I think this is the best place to be," said Janet, keeping half an eye on the equipment room. "Think they'll be skating any better this time? ~~I have a feeling the heckling is going to be very good tonight.~~" She pulled out a thermos of hot chocolate and offered it to Sam.

"I have absolutely no idea, but it's not like they could skate much worse, is it?" She took the thermos from Janet, sniffed, and poured herself a cup, holding it in both hands so heat wasn't lost through the sides. "Thanks. ~~Oh? Why is that?~~"

"Yeah, they desperately need the practice," said Janet. She sipped at her hot chocolate. "You're welcome. ~~I think someone redecorated.~~"

Sam giggled, "They really do. ~~Oh?~~ You might want to talk to Daniel--he mentioned something about redecorating his apartment today, and you know how he gets." She pulled her jacket tighter around her.

Janet grinned mischeviously. "Think they'll fall as much this time? ~~Some people might have thought that a Disney princess theme was needed tonight.~~ Daniel's redecorating?" Janet glanced over at Sam. "Did he say why? He usually doesn't notice that sort of thing. Or is he running out of bookshelf space?"

"God, I hope not, or we're going to have to put padding on the ice. ~~Oh. My. God. Are some of these people sharing hot chocolate with me?~~"

"He said he might," Sam shrugged, unconcerned. "He didn't really go into detail about why he was doing it and I didn't ask ~~because I was completely squealing over other stuff he said that I'm not going to mention~~. I offered bookshelves--you know as well as I do that bookshelf space is always at a premium with him. And us."

"I packed extra medical supplies," said Janet. "Just in case there was an emergency. ~~As a matter of fact, some of them might be.~~"

"It should be interesting to see what he comes up with," said Janet. "I'll have to check with him later. ~~I appreciate that. I might freak out if you did.~~ Oh, I know! It's hopeless trying to have enough bookshelf space."

"See, you're always thinking ahead. ~~I'd bow down and worship at your feet, but I'm kinda comfy up here where I am.~~"

"I...can't even imagine what he'd come up with if left to his own devices. I bet if you advised him, he wouldn't redecorate in Ancient Egyptian artifact, though. ~~No problem. Besides, I promised.~~ That and closets. And shelves in the bathroom."

She shivered and pulled a pair of gloves out of her pockets, sliding them over her hands. "That was one of the worst things about living with someone--having to share the bookshelf space ~~there was also the overbearing controlling idiot thing, but we won't get into that.~~"

"Not last time," said Janet. "I didn't dress warmly at all. Also, I expected them to know a bit more about what they were doing. ~~Stay comfy, then. If you're completely disinclined to move, I'll feel free to use you as a pillow later. Oh, and Jaye certainly did just as much as me.~~"

Janet is starting to suspect she's being manipulated. Just a little. Not that she minds. "Ancient Egyptian artifact? Oh, dear. Maybe I should see if there are any books on decorating in the library. ~~Thanks.~~"

Janet was very glad she'd worn a sweater over her t-shirt tonight. She wasn't going to need her gloves until the hot chocolate was gone, though. "Sharing bookshelf space was never something I had to worry about. ~~Was he an overbearing, controlling, chauvinist idiot? I can relate.~~"

"Well, we both did better this time," Sam answered. "~~Okay. I'll be sitting here letting my body heat going to waste while we make fun of a bunch of guys anyway. She did, huh? I'm a little worried that you've found a partner in crime.~~"

Sam nodded innocently. "You know Daniel. You've seen his office. ~~No problem, but when whatever it is does come to pass, you better have the phone in your hand to call me immediately.~~"

"Jonas liked to read true crime novels. Jack...well, Jack doesn't admit to reading, but we both know his bookshelves are pretty full, too. But you and Daniel? If you ever join your personal libraries together, you'll rival the Library of Congress. ~~Surprisingly not. It may have been his one redeeming quality. Or the fact that I met him during the Gulf War, when I was flying combat missions.~~"

"So we can make it through the ~~mocking~~ cheering without our lips turning blue? Always good." Janet sipped at her hot chocolate. ~~"Well, we can't let your body heat go completly to waste, now, can we? She did. And you should probably be worried. We're already making plans."~~

Janet wrinkled her nose. "I think he theoretically started out organized. ~~As soon as is humanly possible. I don't plan on having the phone in my hand at the time, you know."~~

"That's right, I remember. I think he had the secret stash of romance novels behind the true crime books. And I caught Jack reading the book I brought him when I visited him last night." Janet laughed. "I'm terrified at the thought of how many bookshelves he and I would need together. The books are piled up on the floor in my dorm room, that's how overflowing my shelves are. ~~Flying combat missions should damn well quash any sexist sentiments in any guy.~~"

"Blue lips are bad," Sam agreed, solemnly. "Besides, then you have to warm them up somehow, and it's this big thing *annoyed sigh* No, we can't. It'd violate one of the laws of thermodynamics, I'm sure of it. Besides, it worked on Antarctica, right? Geez. Tell me about it afterwards so I have plausible deniability when I'm questioned by the cops/Dean/administration, okay?"

Sam laughed and took another sip of rapidly cooling hot chocolate. "He always theoretically starts out organized, Janet. You know that. It's somewhere in the middle that he gets so excited and forgets his plan. ~~No, please don't call me at the time, but as soon as you can manage it afterwards is good.~~"

"Don't get me started on the romance novels," Sam groaned, rolling her eyes. "I was reading that book when I visited this morning. It's pretty good. The illustrations are gorgeous."

"Maybe you guys should just move into the library. ~~They seem to have in this case, anyway.~~"

Jaye arrives with a notebook, her digital camera, and a bag of popcorn. "Did I miss anything good?" she asks, taking a seat.

"Well, they've been in the equipment room an awfully long time," said Janet with a perfectly straight face. "I can't imagine what's taking them so long."

Jaye's face doesn't budge a bit. She even managed to look a little bored. "Well, you know boys. They have to check out and compare their equipment, you know. And other entendres."

Janet nodded. "Ah. You're probably right." She glanced over at the equipment room, her lips not even twitching into a smile. "They're probably trying to make sure all their equipment's properly protected."

"But who would damage hockey equipment?" asks Jaye, frowning innocently.

"O...kay" Harry says, as he looks at the girly-sticker-equipment and twitches.

Ivanova looks skeptically at the stickers, etc. "Ugh. Flashbacks to the gender-discriminatory skate-shopping episodes." She shakes her head. "No one will sell hockey skates to a little girl without threat of physical violence. Isn't that sad?"

"I...have never experienced that myself, but yes, it is sad" Harry says, still staring at the stickers.

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