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1, 1 Home Run
1, 2 Double
1, 3 Fly Out
1, 4 Walk
1, 5 Pop Out
1, 6 Single

2, 2 Double Play
2, 3 Ground Out
2, 4 Batter Foul Ball Out
2, 5 Single (Runners on base advance two bases)
2, 6 Batter Strike Out

3, 3 Walk
3, 4 Single
3, 5 Ground Out
3, 6 Fly Out

4, 4 Walk
4, 5 Pop Out
4, 6 Batter Strike Out

5, 5 Batter Strike Out
5, 6 Sacrifice Bunt (batter is out but any runners advance one base)
6, 6 Triple

⚾ Team STUFFS ⚾
Bottom of the 1st Inning, 1 Outs, 0 Puffs VS. 0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Danika at bat, Pat O'Ryan on deck!
one runner (Rob) on first

((I didn't quote everyone just mentioned just ones that have direct interaction, I can quote everyone next time just let me know ^.^' ))

Patrick O’Ryan ⚾ Team STUFFS
Bottom of the 1st, 1 Out, Runner on 1st, 0 Puffs VS.0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Danika at bat, Pat on deck

Pat watched as boy with brown hair (John Jr.) stepped up for his turn at bat. He chuckled lightly to see the kid point out where his ball would be going after he smacked it into the next zipcode, cocky of him though. It was too simple to just assume that you would smash the ball out of the park, at least that's what his dad always said when he was younger. ‘Get a feel for the pitcher, then hit some homeruns.’ That was his dad's advice not that it did younger Pat much good since he never seemed to get a really good grasp of the sport. At least it wasn’t football. No way could Pat have survived playing that, he wasn’t even all that great at dodge ball.

When the young man struck out for the third and final time Pat joined the general groan of disappointment from the crowd only for it to change to a surprised shout as the guy on first (Robin) went to steal second! Could he even do that? It was bar league rules but Pat had no idea really, at least he didn’t remember then from when he signed up, if stealing bases was possible. Luckily before he could even look around for their teammate, the guy who appeared to be the event coordinator (Quenton) or look for any ‘reminders about bar league rules’ sheet posted anywhere the ump came out and pretty much scolded the guy back to first. Well that answered that question. No stealing bases. What other rules did he need to be aware of?

He gave the batter who just came off the mound a shrug and a heartfelt, “You’ll hit it next time.” This one inning wouldn’t be the only one so the young guy would definitely get another chance. He might have said more he was now on deck and definitely needed all the time he could get. Grabbing a bat the tall redhead got ready for his turn. If Xander was exceedingly lucky he might not have to bat this inning at all, lucky b*****d.

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Mlinzi ⚾ Crowd-Cat
Bottom of the 1st, 1 Out, Runner on 1st, 0 Puffs VS.0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Danika at bat, Pat on deck

Food, food, food! So much food although it seemed like most of it was guarded by attentive adults. Mel was able to beg some nachos from a kid before their parent caught them. The guardian cat ducked away even as the adult scolded the young child about how ‘human food is not good for kitties’. Too bad for the kid and his mom human food was perfectly fine for guardian cats. Mel had no clue about any of the others but he personally adored human food, especially fish. Man, he loved him some fish. If he was human he would totally eat fish every day all day. Its gotta be nice being human. He really needs to talk to snowball and figure out how the fluffy white cat got himself opposable thumbs and see if it's possible for Mel to repeat said magical act.

His second stroke of luck was finding an adult male who was focusing more on the game then the hotdog on the bench next to him. A quick paw and the shadows of the bench he was hiding under ment he could enjoy the dog, hehe a cat eating a dog, in peace. It didn’t take long for him to scarf the hotdog, bun and all, down and even less to scram from that particular area when the guy noticed his food was gone with a shouted ‘Hey!’

Sadly though he didn’t really get a chance to digest that hotdog and soon realized a nap was in order, or at least a lazy stretch but where? He didn’t really want to deal with civilians having a fit over the large as cat but he also was hoping for more food later so he wound his way through the crowd. Sticking to under the benches as much as possible until he found the perfect spot. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who wanted a nap. Mel looked at the duo quizzically, wondering why they would come to a baseball game if they weren’t in it for the game itself. One was obviously napping the other just didn’t seem all that interested in what was going on on the field. Not that Mel really cared. Weaving through what crowd there was he slipped under the bench of the sleeping young man (Tom). If he could sleep in this loud space then so could the guardian cat. A paw on the brim of the battered puffs kitty cap also help cut out the light as his eyes drifted shut for a short cat nap.

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http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24539939 ⚾ Crowd
Bottom of the 1st, 1 Out, Runner on 1st, 0 Puffs VS.0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Danika at bat, Pat on deck

She didn’t want to be here. It was hot, it was sunny, it was muggy, and it was crowded. Nothing she liked or even enjoyed although sunny and warm was good for busking since people were generally out and about. But hot muggy days were just miserable, at least for her. Most of the generic crowd around Dessie were in shorts and short sleeves, the occasional skirt… or a guy in a cheerleading outfit… and maybe long pants. The blond however was in long pants and a long sleeve shirt. A ballcap hid her pale hair and sunglasses made reading her icy blue eyes difficult. The only reason she wasn't in a sweatshirt was the heat, she was shy not stupid. She wasn’t here for the game, or the food, or the whole general affair. She was here for one particular person; Xander Jacobs.

Her adopted father had gotten roped into this charity event, which Dessie freely admitted was for a good cause, and she was guilted into coming. Lily wielded a mean guilt stick. She could probably guilt ice into melting while in Antarctica or guilt Lucifer into building an ice rink in hell. She sure as s**t got the antisocial Dessie to come out and cheer on her adopted dad. Apparently they needed all the father daughter bonding they could get after all the s**t that had gone down recently, mostly because she had been stupid and actually not told anybody about what was going on with her.

So here she was, sitting on a hard a** bench surrounded by loud a** people and for once actually wished she had the guts to wear clothes like that guy in the cheerleading outfit was wearing. It looked hell of a lot cooler than her own get up although she would definitely go for something less attention grabbing. But she didn’t so no point in fussing. Taking out her sketch book, she had brought a bag of school books…. Yes it's the summer but no way was she letting herself slide, she owed the Jacobs too much to be a freaking deadbeat… and other things to keep her entertained. First and foremost was her sketchbook.

Colin Hargrove | CROWD

"Oh yeah, we haven't really met before this. I'm Colin Hargrove. And you're the star baseball playing husband of Paris Gallo." Colin's expression was bright, happy, and open as they made proper introductions. Previously they'd only ever brushed against each other in social situations involving the ballet, or as powered characters, so the danseur felt a little silly for not having properly introduced himself before treating the man like a long-lost friend.

Was I thinking of football? I must have been. Still, it's a lot of fun, best not to over-think it. "I guess it'd be more likely for someone in the crowd to be heckling, like in movies. Oh well." Colin took a moment while Ophelia and Chris 'introduced' themselves to cheer on John Jr (who struck out due to a masterful pitch on the part of Fritz) "Don't mind, JJ! Next time, knock it out of the park!!" and "Nice throw, Fritz! WHOOO!!"

Turning back to Chris, he watched as gently pets were given to the gentle star cat. "Ophelia really belongs with John Jr and his sister, but I consider them family so she's family as well. She's lovely, isn't she?" He'd brought a soft carrier with him that held, among other things, a collapsible water bowl, salmon treats, and had held the blanket. The carrier wasn't because Ophelia needed to be in one, but because transporting her with one to the game seemed...logical. It would also provide a place for her to hide if she felt the need.

Plus, it was really cute and Tribble wouldn't mind that he'd used her carrier for another feline, she wasn't territorial about it.

"So how have you and Paris been, Chris? The kids keeping you guys busy?" Everyone in the local industry knew about Paris' children - ballerinas tended to stop dancing after having kids, so it had been a Big Deal in their little world.





Pasi Järvinen | CROWD

"How did I get roped into this?" But he knew how, so it was a rhetorical question, really. Not that he expected the giant orange tom in his arms to answer him, though it really wouldn't have surprised him. At all. Bob was a strange cat - a beer loving ginger that shed horribly - but Pasi found he liked his company well enough. The cat kept away from his tech as long as beer and/or pizza were provided. Strays - former strays? - had odd ******** eating habits.

Details aside, Pasi got himself and Bob to the ball game a bit late, but still in plenty of time to see some action. It was only bottom of the first, so they hadn't really missed much. He found a likely spot on the bleachers, slightly away from the crowd lest they try to say something about the fact that he had a catbowl and was going to crack open a beer into it. Bob was set down, then the bowl, then Pasi himself with the beer. "There, drink up. Can't enjoy a ball game without beer."


Tiberius | CROWD

Tiberius' roaming eye was going more over the crowd than the game - he figured if the crowd started going wild, he could pay attention - so when a broad shouldered dude with a grumpy-a** expression showed up, he was looking. But the thing that utterly made his furry day was seeing his brother in arms, his partner in crime, in the dude's arms. Bob! He almost called out, but stopped himself in time.

Instead of outing himself as a talking cat, Tiberius hopped up and walked over to where Bob and his manservant were sitting - was that beer!?!?! The heady scent of hops, the amber colour - it was! Certainly his friend wouldn't mind sharing, right?

Tiberius made his way around the pair so he could approach Bob from the side Pasi wasn't on so he could whisper at his friend without the lummox hearing them. Probably. "Fancy seein you here." His tail swished in a manner most pleased; life was the best when he got to spend time with Bob.

Chris Gallo / CROWD

Colin was bright and cheerful and Chris smiled back feeling as though his sunglasses weren’t enough. It wasn’t a bad thing, and Chris appreciated the positive attitude, but it was difficult to keep up with when he was already low on energy.

"I wouldn’t say star," he said with a small, embarrassed laugh, but if Colin didn’t know how poor of a season (or two) he was having, then he was perfectly content with not sharing.

"Paris has been fine," he said as he watched the players on the field move to their positions and cycle through the batters. He was definitely not as enthusiastic as he would have liked, but at least he was there.

"The twins have definitely been keeping us busy. Her mostly since I’ve been traveling for games, but she loves it. We’re going to see very shortly if deciding on a third is something we can handle or not," he said a little guiltily because for all he knew he was dying and it had been him who convinced Paris that they should have a third.

"Do you often go to charity sporting events to cheer, or is this just for fun? Or just when your friends are involved?" he smiled in amusement because he thought it was a fun way to show support.

"I've heard there's some pretty big productions planned this year. Do you already know your roles, or do you still have to audition?" he also asked because he was curious, and Paris still loved talking about dance, which meant he wasn't completely out of the loop.


Yuuri Matsunaga / CROWD

It was gross, it was hot, and Yuuri would much rather be on his computer in the cool of Adrien’s apartment with the blackout curtains closed.

But instead, he was outside in the heat, because he helped a classmate set up their parents’ food stand and then was told he wouldn’t be needed until they had to take it down. He was only there because one, he was asked and felt guilty saying no, and two, he was offered payment for being there, and he also felt guilty for essentially mooching off his kindhearted boyfriend.

He liked baseball well enough, but Yuuri would rather just sit in the shade and out of the way, nibbling halfheartedly on some chicken tenders that had been given to him and he, once again, felt too guilty to just toss.

But then he caught sight of a very familiar cat, one that Yuuri could recall launching onto him in order to stay away from oil that threatened to get all over his fur. The big orange cat was sitting on the bleachers with another.

Curiously, because he apparently he didn’t know how to just ignore things and pass it off as coincidence, Yuuri pushed himself up from where he sat under a tree a little ways away from the field and slowly approached the side of the bleachers where the cats were sitting, holding out a piece of chicken as a peace offering so as not to immediately scare them away.

Until he also saw the man who was sitting close to the cats, and his face paled, and quietly tried to duck away and back to his tree before Pasi or the cats even noticed. Hopefully.

⚾ Team STUFFS ⚾
Bottom of the 1st Inning, 1 Outs, 0 Puffs VS. 0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Pat O'Ryan at bat, Charlie Durand on deck! (timing starts from this post)
one runner (Rob) on first

According to the league rules Mr. Bailey was using, the bare minimum needed to field a team was 9 players for the 9 positions. It was better when there were 10 players, or more, for the sake of injuries, substitutions for fielders, pinch hitters and pinch runners. Even with the announcers making sure everyone knew to arrive at the dugouts, though, the STUFFS were still missing a player.

There was a provision in the rules that allowed for two outfielders for three innings: Ming-Na Han had played the first inning on first base, Moving Quenton to left-center and Garron Davidson to right-center. There was a distinct disadvantage to the amount of area each outfielder had to cover. Curiously, the announcers either hadn't noticed to comment (being as unfamiliar with some of the basics of slowpitch-for-weekend warrriors as the players), or had just been waiting to hear something from those in the know about what was going on before pointing it out. But it was the missing players turn up to bat. A moment went by, with no one appearing out of the dugout in the appropriate s**t to the batting order. Two minutes.

Mr. Bailey shifting his weight to fully standing, instead of the gargoyle-looming over the PUFFS catcher(Cordelia), and looked at his watch a moment. "Marinus! C'mer. Where's our batter? Folks are waiting."

Quenton left the dugout corner where he'd been helping Apollo guess at how to mark the current situation on their team scorecard from the little key on the back of the sheet, and stood on the dugout side of the backstop to speak quietly through the chainlink. "I'm sorry, sir. Teresi seems to be a no show. We were hoping they were just caught in traffic."

"I kinda got that impression."

"Sorry, sir. What can we do for regulation? "

"We could stage a weight of ten minutes, you can go for three innings and hope they do show up, you can try and get a volunteer out of the crowd. If you can't get anyone after that, you gotta forfeit. Adds go at the bottom of the order, so bring up your next batter in the meanwhile one you're squared."

Out of fairness to both teams was the implicit reason for having to forfeit, even though it was a charity game. There was an assumption of Gentlemen's Rules, like dueling in a bygone era, that watching an uneven match would be as boring as it was stressful to partake in for the inevitable losers. Quenton gave a short nod without having ask further why's. That would be so sad for everyone that showed up today. But even three innings is something. "I'll send word up to the box, sir. It'll only be a moment."

Another turn back into the dugout and a hasty scribbling on some notepaper stuffed into Apollo's keeping before the batboy was off to the door and stairs to the announcers. Meanwhile, Quenton crossed to the box where the printed shirts were. There were two extra for each team that had a paw print on the back instead of a name as eventualities to properly dressing anyone that had been a last-minute sign on the day of the game. He pulled them out and hung them on the pegs next to the bench while speaking to the rest of the team still in the dugout ( everyone except poor Rob, but first base was right there for him to still hear ): "We've got a problem, Stuffs. One of our players still hasn't shown. If we don't get another player that we can dress in uniform, we can only go for three innings. If you've got your cellphone on you, now is the time to call in a solid if you have someone who likes spontaneous fun and animals, and would be able to play. "
Sure enough, that's when the announcers broke in over the loud-speakers.
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"Sorry about the delay, folks! We just got mew from the field-"

DM's note: Anyone willing can step in to the Stuff's team! ( it doesn't require having signed on in the initial plot thread. )

Colin Hargrove | CROWD

Had Colin known just how much his effervescent energy was draining his new friend, he would have tried to rein it in, but he'd never been great at reading social cues unless he was in business!mode - and he most certainly was not for the game - so he was blessedly unaware.

"You're being modest, but you don't have to be. I've seen you play. On YouTube, but I mean. I've seen it. You're really good." Sure, Chris might have his off days - everyone did - but from what Colin had seen and heard about his abilities, the man had skills. He got distracted from cheering when Chris mentioned the possibility of a third child, eyes going wide with excitement. "Really!? Oh my gosh, that's fantastic. I mean, if you go for it. I'm sure you'll do what's best for your family, but still - it's amazing to even think about!"

Colin would have enjoyed having children someday; he was still young enough for it, but his career came first. Maybe someday he'd have one, but for the moment he simply enjoyed being 'Uncle Colin' to friend's children. "Usually I just attend stuff like this, but with so many friends playing...I had to dress it up. When Quenton told me about the game, I wanted to sign up to play, but with my career, it seemed a bad idea." Chris would understand because he'd been with Paris long enough to know that most major injuries to dancers came from not being careful enough with their bodies doing things like jogging or other sports.

"Always." He chuckled, started to talk again but was interrupted listening to the announcement. They needed another player. Once more he was tempted, but once more he reminded himself it was potentially a very bad idea. "I've got the Fall season's roles already, and a couple of the Winter one's are planned but others...well, you know how it can be." Colin gave a small shrug, he was only one of the male principals at DCBC, and one of the more senior ones, but he didn't like it when he was just handed the same role over and over, which could happen all too easily.

"I'll be taking Rothbart this year, instead of Siegfried." For Swan Lake, which was a patron request each fall and winter; this year it would be fall and Colin was excited to be learning a different set of dances this time.


Pasi Järvinen | CROWD

The fact that Bob was willing to talk was largely due to his having picked a space as far away from the bulk of the crowd as humanly possible. It might have just been a 'Finnish' thing, as Pasi would have kept to himself anyway, but having a talking Mauvian to escort also added to the spacing. The brunet cracked a beer of his own, put it in a paper bag, and then took a swig while the cat was praising him. He might have said 'You're not so bad yourself, for a cat.' but Bob's attention was drawn to a massively fluffy Mackerel tabby in a Puffs cap.

Whom Bob called 'Tibby' and extolled Pasi's virtues as a human to.

Instead of greeting the other cat verbally, he just gave the feline a nod of respect, "There's more too, but you have to share the bowl."

Anything else he might have said died when he realized the person that he's spotted from the corner of his eye was in fact someone he knew. "Yuuri?"


Tiberius | CROWD

Eyes widening as Bob spoke in front of the human, it was quickly made clear that the guy was with Bob, knew he was a Mauvian, and was on the list of 'approved' humans - likely because he would provide beer. "Tiberius." He nodded back to Pasi, ears flicking at hearing there was more beer to be had. "You found a smart one, eh?" He absolutely wanted some of the beer, as his friend would well know, but before he could go for it, they were being offered chicken by some petite Asian guy.

Bob tried to get the chicken, the guy got real pale and started to back away, and then the big brunet of Bob's opened his yap and spoke a name. Yuuri? Is that the kid's name? Bob was making sad sounds, so Tiberius joined him - if Yuuri didn't give them the chicken soon, he was going to have a Scene on his hands.

Then the human spoke once more "Give them whatever you have and sit down already. I will not bite."

Okay, so Tiberius was pretty sure this accented brick wall of a man was not only good people, but also a snarky s**t he could appreciate. No wonder Bob liked him.