OPEN | see, the thing is,

[poleaxed]

WHO: jone poleaxed & YOU.
WHAT: It's time to play tennis, whether you want to or not.
WHEN: Mid-late Cloudreach.
WHERE: Gallows, training grounds.
NOTES: Currently G-rated tennis, will update if this changes.

If you're one to keep track of things, you may have noticed the Gallows were relatively Jone free for the past few weeks. Frequently seen at the training grounds with varying levels of volume, at six feet Jone is hard to miss, for all meanings of the word.

And now, she is back.

You might notice her early in the day, when she's (a) stringing a bit of waist-high netting across a corner of the training yard. There are some rackets on an unused crate, along with some balls.

"Oi, help me with this, would you." She waves you over.

Or you might be caught, when the game is rolling. Of course, it's not really a game with no opponents. (b) You hear a shout, possibly a warning, and a ball comes soaring toward you. Do you catch it? Throw it back?

Or are you hit? Oops.

(c) Of course, there are polite options, like when the six foot woman hands you a racket out of the blue, shoving it into your hands if you're not amenable. "C'mon, agility training."

(wildcard) Or perhaps it's something else entirely.

Comments

MCU style cameo in your Wii sport game | not here;

[archademode]

He cuts his path in midday light, passing twice (once as he moves towards inner corridors, once again on his return from them) by the sight of her knocking a poorly weathered ball back and forth with whoever stands near enough to snare, or is willing—

—but mostly the former.

He doesn’t stay. The faint glint of armor, a slow flutter of dark cloth. Something Jone might notice out of the corner of her eye if she isn’t so fixated on her practice.

Or maybe that’s just her imagination.

[poleaxed]

She thinks she sees him a few times. She doesn't throw a ball in his direction, doesn't push him to play-- he's more than proven he doesn't need the practice.

She doesn't notice every serve, when his armor glints out of the corner of her eye, is gentler, her voice less demanding, more welcoming, kinder.