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Felix Smith // Crowd

A call came for another player, but while Felix entertained the idea of stepping up and joining the group on the diamond, baseball wasn't really a sport he knew well. Football he understood visually, thanks to marching band, but baseball?

Then again, he was good with a flag pole, so maybe it wouldn't have been too painful. But luckily it looked like there were a couple people ready to volunteer - so while they sorted things out, he looked around again.

And caught sight of a familiar furry face under a really cute green and white ball cap. "Eta!" Being only moderately stupid sometimes, he added lamely, "Here kitty kitty." And put his hand out like he would give her scritches.

Patrick O’Ryan ⚾ Team STUFFS
Bottom of the 1st, 2 Out, Runner on 1st, 0 Puffs VS.0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Pat at bat, Charlie on deck

Pat was practicing his swing waiting for the next batter to go only to realize that there was no next batter… they hadn’t showed up. s**t. That meant he was up unless they subbed someone directly for the missing player. That little bit of hope quickly faded when he was informed that he was next at bat, the sub would be put in at the bottom of the rotation. He remained tense as Quenton let them all know what was going on, his gaze flashing towards the crowd when the other man suggested that the players call in some favors. Pat didn’t have anyone in the stands today but his eyes caught on one particular person.

Xander had brought his adopted daughter… if push came to shove Pat was pretty sure they could convince the antisocial girl to take up the mantle of the missing player. But hopefully that wouldn’t be needed. Luckily the need to get Xander to ask Dessie to play was not required when a few people actually came up to talk to Quenton. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief Pat took a few more practice swings then took the batters box. He had no idea how he was going to do but he was going to try his damndest.

First pitch was a swig and a miss. Second was similar….. The third and final pitch followed the first two striking Pat out. Damn. ‘Getting the feel for the pitcher’ indeed. Pat hoped the next batter did better than he did.

He passed the girl batting next with a wave and a ‘good luck’ on his way back to the dugout. He would definitely have to try harder next time.

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Mlinzi ⚾ Crowd-Cat
Bottom of the 1st, 2 Out, Runner on 1st, 0 Puffs VS.0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Pat at bat, Charlie on deck

Mel was napping fitfully under a bench, the ground hard. It was also kind of hard to get a decent nap with the continual shouting and cheering but what really woke him up was the surprising quiet of everything. There was a general mutter and some shouting but it wasn’t anything like the crowd when the game was in full swing. He cracked a golden eye and muttered quietly until the announcement made it clear that one team was down a person so the announcers were requesting anyone who wanted to play to talk to the team. Sucked for them.

Giving up on a nap, at least for now, the large guardian stretched then wormed his way out from under the bench. He wouldn’t mind some more food but right now he kinda wanted someone to give him some pets. Pets were always welcome. And he had the perfect target right there, the guy who was sitting next to the boy sleeping. It was tempting to wake up the sleeping one but that might not end well so might as well bug the one who is already awake. Jumping up next to the guy and gently butting him in the arm Mel let out a plaintive ‘mew’ before trying to work his way into the civilians lap. Humans rarely dislodged a lap cat he realized. Something about ‘awww how cute’. It never occurred to him that Mel was a large cat and maybe just maybe this human he was bugging wouldn’t want a giant a** cat in his lap.

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http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24539939]Desdemona Christianson ⚾ Crowd
Bottom of the 1st, 2 Out, Runner on 1st, 0 Puffs VS.0 Stuffs
Team Stuffs batting - Pat at bat, Charlie on deck

Dessie had filled a few pages with quick people sketches, a few lines each. Random people. Everything from the guy sleeping to the cat drinking from a bowl. She spend longer drawing the male cheerleader and his companion mostly because they would definitely have to find their way into her comic. Something she had picked up doing a long time ago. Her sketching was interrupted though when the announcers gave the startling news about the orange team…. Puffs? Muffs? Mitts? Whatever... needed a new player due to unforeseen circumstances. Naturally her eyes tracked to the team’s dugout and she stared in surprise as her eyes locked with her Uncle Pat. Technically he wasn’t her uncle since he was Xander’s cousin like twice removed but ‘Uncle Pat’ was a better name then ‘cousin three times removed Pat’.

Ice blue eyes narrowed suspiciously as she eyed the tall redhead. She had an inkling what the look was for and there was no way in hell she would be going down there to play. Huffing in annoyance she turned away, she wouldn’t do it. Nope, no way in hell. Not that it mattered since almost immediately people were showing up to play so there was no reason she couldn’t go back to drawing people. Pat was at bat anyway so Dessie knew that he wouldn’t have a chance to really worry about anything other than the pitcher.

Bob | CROWD

The chicken was returning! It was returning!!!

Bob could feel his mouth watering as he watched the young man tear the tender sliver into two, offering up half of it to the orange tom while the other went to Tibbyboy. Bob wasted no time in snatching up his half, sharp teeth shredding the chicken fragment as he savored the fried bird's flavor. Nothing, nothing beat warm meat - well, except for maybe beer.

As the stranger ascended the bleachers (sigh, there went his ability to talk), Bob swallowed the remains and padded his way back to the beer bowl to finish washing down his snack, sending a mental high-five out to his bro for his assistance in the chicken-calling.

His head tilted as he heard the dark haired man - Yuuri, was that what Pasi called him? - comment about having met Bob before. Well... while he didn't look familiar, it didn't come as any surprise to the feline that he'd run into the stranger before. How many people had he begged for scraps, out and about in the city? How many people had he mooched off from that would remain nameless?

Dunking his head into the beer bowl, he guzzled several more swallows before abandoning the rest to his companion, choosing instead to investigate the stranger even further. With two heavy paws pressing against the man's thighs, he unceremoniously plopped his weight down into the kid's lap and stared up at him, studying his face as he ignored the fact he was probably shedding directly into the rest of the poor boy's chicken tenders.

"Meow," he finally said, green eyes peering, as if the single sound relayed everything Yuuri needed to know.

Cordelia Carden // Team Puffs - Catcher
Top of the 2nd, 0 Outs, 0 Puffs VS. 0 Stuffs

As the first inning came to a wrap Cordelia straightened out, arching her back and stretching as she slid her catcher's mask up off of her face. It was easier to focus on the game as a distraction than she would have thought, focusing on the ball as it came her way as opposed to paying attention to the man throwing it. He was doing a good job, at least-- the whole team was, really, leaving no runs scored on either side.

"Nice pitching, Fritz," she called out to him as she tugged her glove off, tossing it onto the end of the bench as she took a seat beside Sumi. Cordelia tapped her fingers idly against the wooden bench in an attempt to lure the floof of a feline over, reaching out to give him a light scratch once he'd inched closer. She wasn't up to bat any time soon and she'd wait until closer to her turn before worrying about taking off the extra catcher's padding again.

"For what it's worth, you make an adorable mascot, Sumi."


Eta // Crowd

At a game where it wasn't wise for cats to talk and the majority of the people she knew were either out on the field or in the dugout, Eta had not expected to hear her name. When she did her ears perked, just barely managing to keep a smile from her muzzle at the 'here, kitty kitty' that followed.

The petite silver tabby hopped up onto the bleachers, trotting happily towards Felix. She made a soft 'mrrrp' of contentment as she butted her head against his knee in greeting, purring happily to let him know without words that she was delighted to see him out and about.

Briar Mackenzie / CROWD
Top of the 2nd, 0 Outs, 0 Puffs VS. 0 Stuffs

Briar nodded since it sounded like Peter was having disappearing brother problems too–

Well at least he was guessing his friend was.

"Not much" he admitted when Peter asked him what he'd been up to "My brother's currently down for the July 4th holidays and Kirra and I have been doing more tree-climbing stuff now that it's warmer."

Actually Kirra and he had been doing more than just tree-climbing stuff, because -
like Peter, Benji and himself - she was a senshi too..

And there was the fact that he'd managed to hang out with Tomlin too occasionally.

But the ball game wasn't exactly the best place to talk senshi talk - even if the cheers of the crowd gave them some cover.

He gave Peter a curious look at the other's mention of 'stuff' but nodded in about meeting up sometime.

"We should" he agreed, his reddish eyes noting that there seemed to be quite a few cats around in the audience, before being distracted at the groans from some of the crowd as one of the batters for the Stuffs struck out.

"I wanted to ask you and Benji something" he admitted, because he had been thinking about taking the chance to explore Oort more and wanted to know if one or both wanted to come along with him–

And whilst between school and everything else it was something that had kind of been on the back burner, it was still something that Briar really wanted to do...

Although here wasn't the best place to ask.

There was another groan from somewhere in the crowd, Briar briefly turning his attention back to the events of the game in time see the third batter for the Stuffs getting knocked out thus bringing the first innings to a close.

Rayna - making a choice


It seemed as if another volunteer had stepped up and while the idea of playing softball was intriguing Rayna was unsure if her skills were up to par. However given that this was a charity event it wasn't like there would be scouts in the stands. Mulling it over a little more she ran her hand through the purple strands of her hair before the realization struck. She didn't have to play well just announcing her intention to play would be good enough. It didn't matter which team won or lost the fact was to help the Catfe out. Epiphany complete Rayna grabbed one of the gloves and tested its fit to see if she was okay with the feel of it. "If you don't mind I'll do my best to help whatever team I'm assigned too. I'm rusty at softball but this seems like it'll be fun, and it's for a good cause."

Glancing to the field where the Orange team was now warming up and to the team that was getting ready to bat Rayna simply grinned. "Where should I go?"




Top of the Second - Puffs 0 vs Stuffs 0
Izobel

That had been a real fast inning. The only dilemma that she had faced was short lived when the player Attenwood had tried to steal second base. Izobel had not been prepared for that at all and was about to at least say hello to this stranger before the umpire had come across the field to 'lay down the law.' Izobel bit her lip to keep from saying anything and merely watched the runner return to first. He was intriguing to watch because even after being told the rules he continued to act like he wanted to steal second once more. Turning her attention back to the game Izobel soon realized that the first inning was now in the books. The game was still tied and it seemed as if whatever issue the other team was having with player shortages was quickly solved.

Realizing that Mi-Hi was up to bat second Izobel smiled at her and gave her teammate a quick thumbs up, "just do your best."

Stacey Longman / Crowd

Baseball wasn't really her thing. Well, most sports weren't her thing, but she couldn't pass up a baseball game that promised to have cats in the stands. Even if she couldn't own any herself, it didn't mean that she was fine without them. Cat cafe's, adoption events, as much as she could she would go and find an excuse to interact with some cats.

And it seemed that this game was a lot more low-key than officially endorsed ones that had thousands of fans, so it was a lot more enjoyable, at least it didn't have as much continuous screaming, and she probably wouldn't be yelled at if she didn't stand up and clap for whatever team won.

Currently she was sitting in the stands, sipping a soda and eating some stadium food, a pretzel for right now, and just trying to figure out how this entire game worked. She wasn't too sure about baseball, but figured she knew most of it. Though she supposed she was mostly confused as what constituted a strike vs. ball, but perhaps if there were enough examples she would get the hang of it.