Fandom Island and Town

Yes, the park, really. It was partly cloudy but at least it wasn't raining? And there were two goals set up, so their favored patch of park actually looked a little more like a lacrosse field, though not by much.

And Jackson looked like his usual confident self. Perhaps even a little more smug than usual, though luckily it had very little to do with things at hand. "Hope you paid attention two weeks ago," he said to start things off. "'Cause today you play. Or try to. That's it. Split into two teams, and try to get your ball in the other team's goal. Let's see what you've got."

Jackson was betting it'd be amusing, if nothing else.

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It was time for the first ever meeting of the Fandom High Lacrosse Club. Jackson had handwavily sent an email to all those who'd signed up, telling them to get into sports clothes before meeting him in the park. He was there waiting for them with a sign that said FHLC, as if his mere presence and the lacrosse sticks and other gear on the grass right beside him weren't enough of a clue.

"Welcome to Fandom High Lacrosse Club," he said, once it looked like everyone who was going to show up had done so. "If that's not what you were expecting but you know what lacrosse is, stay." He was desperate for knowledgeable players, okay. You could tell by how he looked like it pained him to say the next bit, which was, "We're going to start off simple." Seriously, he could have grimaced at that. "First, you're gonna introduce yourselves to the group and maybe remind me again how little you know of the sport right now because this school has no respect for athletics. Then, we're going to start practising something very basic, which is shooting the ball where you want it to go. But first, introductions. Guess I'll begin."

He squared his shoulders a bit. "I'm Jackson Whittemore, and until moving here I was captain of the lacrosse team at my old school." He'd been co-captain for maybe like a day, so it didn't count. "Beacon Hills High has won the California state championship for the past three years. So yeah, I'm pretty good at lacrosse. Now, your turn." He pointed at someone at random. "You go first."

And once the introductions were done, Jackson went on to explain and demonstrate how to shoot in lacrosse. He pointed of towards a few trees where he'd fixed some cans to as makeshift targets. "See, I've put up some cans over there for target practise," he said, then rolled his eyes, "but at a beginners stage, you can probably just try aiming in the general direction of a tree, and we'll build up from there." Assuming he had the patience. "You can work at it alone or with partners, I don't care, I'll be looking at how all of you are doing and telling you what you're doing wrong." Whether they wanted him to or not. "Now, get your sticks and balls."

That comment alone had to make up for the lack locker rooms.

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