faderift | { OPEN } Getting to know you

WHO: Anyone who wants to turn up
WHAT: A little get together for Rifters who would like to meet other Rifters, though literally anyone could turn up.
WHEN: Justinian 6th
WHERE: the central Courtyard of the Gallows

It really is a casual event. Tessa and Ignis did a little prep and there are two large dining tables from the mage tower's dining room out in the courtyard holding a buffet of food; the same as what anyone would get at dinner tonight, but the finger food version instead of straight up stew. There are a number of chairs as well, but not enough to seat everyone. Tessa is waiting near a table, gently tossing a football in the air. She had to work out the design and materials with a leathersmith, who (on hearing the ball needed inflated) suggested an animal bladder be inflated and covered in leather. He seemed pretty into the idea, and has promised her a couple more, should this football league of hers get off the ground, so she'll see if anyone wants to practice tossing the ball around.

In the meantime, eat, get to know about one another's worlds, hear about Rifters' experiences in this world, and more. This isn't a private meeting and non-Rifters are fully able to walk through and listen in, which is something Tessa understands. She doesn't expect their naysayers to turn a new leaf on seeing them just hanging out, but they're not going to hide in the shadows just because people don't like them. They're here for the foreseeable future and are going to live their lives whether other people like it or not.

[ ooc: go ahead and make your own top level comments! tessa isn't really monitoring what's said, but if there are any fights or anything that makes rifters look bad, she's kicking you out. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Don't be jealous," she says with a smirk. Naturally they're the best team in any generation. "Well, that sucks about the female league. You'd think in the future more people would watch, but nope; it's the WNBA all over again."

Wait, what? "Florida sank? What the hell? Did like, a Category 500 hurricane take it out? Did people have time to evacuate? Holy shit, dude." She catches the pass, but it's fumbled slightly as she does, because she can't picture a whole state just disappearing under the waves like Atlantis.

"To be fair, I feel like women are also smart enough to not be as keen to throw themselves straight into repeated concussions? On the other hand, I know some women who you do not want to get tackled by. Ever." To also be fair, at least one of them is actually a robot, so.

"Uhhhh, you know what? I have no related information on that except it wasn't a hurricane. All that global warming probably pulled it under? I dunno, this was years ago."

That statement at least gets a huff of a laugh out of her. He's not wrong. It's why she wants a flag football league in Thedas, because she wants to play, but also not get pummeled to the ground.

"Dude." It's said in a tone that implies he should have at least heard the details of this event. But it's all she says because if he doesn't know, he doesn't know. The ball is tossed back and she takes the opportunity to stretch each arm across her chest by holding in her elbow. If they're going to keep playing catch, she needs to limber up.

"So are you up for joining a Thedas Football League? I think it could be fun. Something different from all the sword practice everyone's always doing."

"Dude," in return, with a catch, "I haven't even been to Earth in forever." Or, in fact, ever. "You only learn so much stuck in some backwater canyon in the middle of nowhere."

But the details, whatever they are, are beyond him. Florida's gone, the world probably isn't any worse for it, it's fine. "Firm up the calves, bulk up the thighs, harden heads? I'm down for it. This place is in some desperate need of pro sports that aren't 'stab each other'. Get some soccer and basketball up in there, too. You could try introducing hockey in the winter, but it'll probably just boil down to fistfights the way god intended. Hell, someone teach 'em quidditch. They can probably enchant some brooms. Catch." He lobs it back over

"Okay, okay. I gotta remember not everybody was Earth-locked like me. Interstellar travel is a thing for you." She waves it away even though it still really sucks for those people.

"They're definitely due for some new past times. People just play cards or practice with weapons. I'll bet somewhere there's a kid rolling a hoop with a stick. But I know football the most, so that's what I'll stick to teaching."

The ball hits her fingers at a weird angle and she makes a noise that's half annoyance, half pain at the sudden sting as the ball slips out of her grasp.

"Almost," she mutters, retrieving it and blowing across her fingers. "See, that opens up a lot more potential for games if people can use magic. But like, there has to be certain roles so it's not too one-sided. Like mages as goalies. Imagine trying to kick in the ball and a giant ice wall appears across the goal. How you gonna get past that? So maybe mages have to play different roles."

"It's gotta be, like, equal footing magic if we're gonna introduce magic. Let's maybe stick to the basics first? And some sports are more complicated than they look. We're gonna call football football, and some smartass is gonna go 'well why do you call it football if you carry it', and you know what? Fuck you is why. Why is the ball that shape? Because get fucked, I don't know. Or like soccer, how do you know if you're offsides, y'know? Or what constitutes a foul besides ref preference? Hockey? Man. Hockey's just an excuse to fight anyway, but that we can at least have mages helping on. Make a rink in the middle of summer."

He gives it a little more thought... "You okay? Don't go breaking your fingers yet."

Holy shit; this guy is on Tessa's level. And a lot more talkative than Mike is, for all she likes about her friend/pseudo crush from home. He gets it, man. Football's confusing enough without nitpickers trying to rain on her parade.

"Depending on how far we wanna take this sports thing, we may have to rewrite some rules and shit. Take out all the overcomplicated BS and roll it back to Medieval Style."

She waves away his concern. "It's cool. It's not really football unless your fingers are stinging, right? And can you ice skate? I've been a couple times and it's way beyond me. Bruises and blisters and a sore ass from a couple of falls. Definitely not coaching a hockey league any time soon."

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