The Park, Wednesday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Christopher woke up this morning in need of some exercise, so he shrugged on his letterman's sweater, grabbed his baseball and his glove, and jogged out to the park, where he proceeded to play catch with himself. He tossed his ball high in the air and then jogged to catch it, and of coursem he caught it every time.

It wasn't enough of a challenge, because Christopher was a great athlete, one of the best ever seen in this corner of Maryland. He was probably going to get a baseball scholarship to his dream school, in fact, which he had his heart set on even though he was only a junior and school wasn't his favorite thing in the world. But for right now, he'd be here, playing catch with himself and occasionally taking water breaks and peering around the park to see if anyone else wanted to join him. Gosh, maybe there'd even be pretty girls. Though the baseball should be kept away from them, of course. For safety.

[[open, ofc! fifties germs, get your fifties germs right here.]]

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[sith_happened]

Anakin was heading to his office to work on his final exam when he saw a kid in black and white.

"Um," he said coherently.

[dollpocalypse]

Anakin, the fifties were judging your hair so hard right now. Fortunately, Christopher was a Good Kid and wouldn't call you on it.

"Morning, sir!" he said brightly, effortlessly catching his baseball as it made its descent before casting a big smile Anakin's way. "How are you this morning?"

[sith_happened]

His hair was so much better than last week!

"Fine," Anakin said slowly. "Why are you...without color?"

[dollpocalypse]

Christopher tilted his head. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir. I'm always like this!"

[sith_happened]

"The last people who were here on the island in black and white on purpose were hookers," Anakin replied.

Thank you, Anakin.

[dollpocalypse]

Christopher blinked. "Sorry, what?"

DON'T CONFUSE HIM, ANAKIN.

"I'm just playing some ball," he explained, as if that wasn't obvious. "Say, you don't want to join in, do you, sir?"

[sith_happened]

"Oh, what the hell," said Anakin in blithe oblivion to the censors Christopher might be subjected to. "I can toss a ball for a while."

Maybe he'd figure out what was going wrong here.

[dollpocalypse]

"Great!" Chris said expressively, tossing the ball Anakin's way. Underhand, of course. Better not overwhelm a teacher who was probably, gosh, thirty or something, and therefore well out of his prime. "How's your week going?"

[sith_happened]

"A little confusing," Anakin replied, catching ball with ease. When you had two little kids, your reflexes were honed to catch things flying at your face.

[dollpocalypse]

"Sorry about that, sir," Chris called sincerely. "How's that?"

[sith_happened]

"I could have sworn you weren't monochrome last week," Anakin offered.

[dollpocalypse]

"Could it be the lighting?" Oh yes, clearly it was the lighting. "The weather's not as rad today as it's been most of the week."

[sith_happened]

"Rad?" Anakin repeated, amused.

[dollpocalypse]

"You know, hip, fly," Christopher elaborated. "The bomb. You feel?"

What.

[sith_happened]

"Not really," Anakin replied. "Have you been watching too much I Adore Amelia?"

[dollpocalypse]

"I do really dig that show, daddy-o," Christopher admitted. "What about it?"

[sith_happened]

Anakin snorted. "No reason. You're lettering in baseball?"

On that team Fandom didn't have?

[dollpocalypse]

"Sure am, sir," Chris confirmed proudly. "Just like my dad." There was no way in hell that was possible. "Did you ever play any sports back in the day?"

[sith_happened]

"I bowled," Anakin said with a laugh.

Where he cheated and then threw fits when he was called on it.

[dollpocalypse]

"Gosh," Christopher said, clearly very impressed by that news. "Do you still play? I think there's a bowling alley in town, isn't there?"

[sith_happened]

"There is," Anakin agreed with a smile. "I don't bowl much any more."

[dollpocalypse]

"Shucks, that's a real drag, sir," Chris sympathized. "I sure hope I never move on from baseball. How could anything be more fun than this?"

Well, for one thing, when he got back to normal he was probably going to cry from all the sore muscles.

[sith_happened]

"Well, girls," Anakin offered.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James spotted the boy playing catch with a certain precision. After watching for a few minutes, he decided to say hello.

"Hi," he said with a wave after walking around his hiding tree observation spot.

[dollpocalypse]

"Hello!" Christopher called, offering James a cheerful wave right back. "Want to join? Catch is always more fun with two people!"

Thaaaat sounded... super dirty.

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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" he said, jogging over to stand within range of Christopher's athletic arm. Er, throwing range, rather. He looked familiar, but the coloration threw him a bit...

[dollpocalypse]

"You won't hurt your hand without a glove, daddy-o?" Christopher asked before tossing the ball, because he was considerate like that. "I throw pretty hard."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

Years of sword practice had left the squire with a good set of calluses, and he doubted the ball would hurt. Much. "I will let you know if I need a break," he returned.