Fandom High Lacrosse Club, The Park, Thursday After Classes

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Another week, another meeting in the park, in the same general area as last week's. Jackson was there again, and so was all the equipment. The targets on the trees, however, were not. The trees could take a breather this week. Metaphorically.

"Welcome back," Jackson nodded to the group. "Last week, you tried getting the ball the go where you want it to." With varying levels of success. "This week is more of the same. Except this week, I want you to pair up because we'll be going over another basic thing, which is passing the ball to another player, and when you're that other player, catching the ball. You can see how that's useful, right?"

He'd hope they did. He launched into an explanation and a demonstration (slowed down to a mime for explanatory purposes, and because he didn't feel like asking anyone to actually demonstrate with him) on the basics of both passing and catching a lacrosse ball. How to hold your stick, what the correct stance is, how to keep the ball from bouncing straight out of the pocket, all of it. Once done, he said, "In a game, this would be a lot more hectic and dynamic, but I'm starting you off easy. You can just pair up and stand at some distance from each other, and try and get the ball from one pocket to another – oh, and helmets are mandatory this time, I don't want any black eyes blamed on me. Got it? Get to it."

Surf's Up [9/27]

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Elle was bustling around the shop, putting things away and trying to figure out the next display she was going to create. Summer let her have pretty much free reign with what she put out on display, as long as it made sense with the stuff in the area she was displaying it. All the employees had free reign like that, really. One of the many things Elle loved about her job.

Sad thoughts danced at the back of her mind, but she shoved them down and went back to designing her display.

Caritas, Thursday evening

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Kenzi was curled up in a corner booth, drinking Ginger Ale and vodka. Hey. It works for some people.

Tino was filling orders as she tried to hit him on the head with pretzels.

[bleah. Art imitates life. Mod Tino, plz & thnku.]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

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There were clothes, and there was a Jeremy. Just going around, surveying his kingdom. Or Callie's kingdom, but Callie wasn't here right now, so, while the Darling name might not have been plastered all over the building, he was still in charge here. So, he was walking around feeling calm and glad enough to be here. He wasn't sure his parents would be impressed with the name of the store, but he was still actually considering showing this place off to his mother once she came visiting.

Of course, while he was thinking about that, he lost track of where he was going, and walked straight into a display of some odd interdimensional footwear, and knocked the whole thing over.

"Oh crap."

Yeah, he'd be spending a good chunk of his shift getting that back together again so that it wouldn't affect his performance review.

[ooc: Open, ocdless!]

Parents' Weekend Meet and Greet- Friday afternoon- The Park

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It was a warm, sunny, beautiful day here in Fandom, and look at how much it wasn't raining anything weird. You're welcome, parents, friends, assorted guests and fair citizens of Fandom who didn't want to explain that sort of thing right off the bat.

There was food to be enjoyed, picnic tables so people could sit, and decorations that were very heavy on the blue and gold. Also, probably more glitter than was reasonable for a picnic. There were Student Council traditions to uphold.

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2012!

Parents' Weekend Meet and Greet- Friday afternoon- The Park- POST II

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The picnic was still going, it was still warm outside, and there was still food, even if there was less of it than there had been at the start.

Everyone was still totally free to hang out and mingle, because it's not like everyone could be wanting to get away from their guests yet, right? Riiiight? Thought so.