He oughta be on a baseball card!

[quickly]

Who: Scout and whoever else wants to show up. (IE: Anyone who showed interest in his latest post + anyone else, really.)
What: Baseball, that's what!
Where: Baseball field at the stadium.
When: Backdated to ... uh, let's say the 8th.
Warnings: I dunno! Probably cursing and violence, knowing Scootles.



After getting several responses to his message through the campus, Scout has been unusually cheerful and peppy. Sure, before he arrived at the academy, he was bursting with energy and was motivated to actually get up and do things, but lately he has felt a bit ... empty.

Luckily, upon the discovery of a baseball field and equipment, he now feels as if he has more of a purpose here, and he just needs to wait for some other people to show up.

How many do you need for a full-fledged baseball game, anyway?

He runs toward first base, and notices how clean it looks. Turning his head toward second, he sees that it's as clean as first. Someone must have wiped them down recently, but he can't figure out who. After thinking for a moment or two, he decides to check out the equipment he found nearby, and picks up a ball. He then heads to the dugout and plops down, tossing the ball a few feet up in the air and catching it, repeating this a few times until he hears someone coming.

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[flamedog]

He could somehow sense that balls were being discovered and tossed in the air. Something inside of him told him this.

And so, leaping across the campus came a brilliant godbeast. Covered in tiger-striped fur and a regal over-six-feet-tall and large enough to ride like a horse, the creature came.

Yup, that's clearly a giant tiger or something running towards you, Scout.

[idealisms]

N arrived, and--

Oh no.

Oh no, OH NO.

He knew how Scout was with Vanilluxe, so to see an Arcanine blazing for him (no pun intended)--

OH NO DON'T HURT HIM.

"Wait--!!"

[flamedog]

Who is this green-haired lady yelling things about waiting? Jock doesn't wait. He does. Waiting is for babies and using bide. That lady doesn't have the balls, the guy does.

Jock ran up to Scout and then sat his fuzzy butt down, looked at the baseball and panted expectantly.

[quickly]

Of course, the someone coming just so happens to be a giant flaming dog and Scout is obviously confused and a little disturbed by this, so he jumps up and stands on the bench, watching both the dog and now that weird green haired guy running toward him.

This was a bad idea, starting a baseball league. Yep.

The dog makes it to him before the green haired guy and unexpectedly doesn't maul Scout. Instead, it acts like a normal dog and sits, waiting for the ball.

Thing is, if Scout throws this baseball and doesn't get it back, well ...

He hasn't found another one!

"Uh, you want this, don'tcha? I don't have another one so ... y'can't have it. Nope. Go play with that guy."

He points at the green haired guy.

[flamedog]

The giant puppy looked at the green-haired guy. No ball. He looked back at Scout. Ball.

Nope, this was a very easy decision.

Jock got up and walked up to where Scout was standing up on a bench. Scout is now being nudged with Jock's giant, fuzz-covered head. Nudge. Nudge. Nudge.

He grumbles something in pokespeech that amounts to "I'll bring it back, I promise, I always bring it back," but to your non-poke ears it probably sounds like pikapikapikachuuuu a series of tiny, adorable little barks.

[quickly]

What if this dog loses the only baseball Scout has?

What if?

Scout thinks for a bit, and then, upon turning his head, notices a small twig on the ground a few feet away from where he's sitting. He scoots away from the dog and heads for the twig, then picks it up and waves it around.

"Here, take this!"

With that, he tosses the twig past the dog, hoping it'll go for it and forget about the baseball.

[flamedog]

The giant puppy watches as the twig sails over his head, and then he turns his gaze back upon the guy with the ball.

Nope. Not going to work.

What's this? The dog is walking up to you again. What's this? The giant puppy is nuzzling you now. Oh my goodness, my gracious, he's so soft and fuzzy.

[quickly]

This dog is lucky, because Scout has always wanted a pet back home, but was never actually allowed to have one.

So, even though his clever plan of throwing a twig to distract it didn't work, he wasn't mad. Or really disappointed. Because the dog's being super friendly and Scout can't handle this.

He ends up throwing the ball to play catch.

[drawin_on_trees]

OMG BASEBALL

Skull Kid wasn't particularly good at sports, but he did enjoy a good round of hitting stuff with a stick, and that's basically what baseball was all about, right?

"Hi, mister. Can I play?"

[quickly]

Still not used to the strange people this academy seems to enroll, Scout almost does a double-take when he sees this little guy, a bit confused as to what he actually is.

But he seems to want to play baseball, so that's all that really matters, right?

"Sure. What can ya do?"

[drawin_on_trees]

Skull Kid was used to odd looks, fortunately, and didn't think anything of it.

"Ummm...I can hit the ball with a stick. That's what you're supposed to do, isn't it?" He was more worried about getting laughed out of the stadium.

[quickly]

"Yeah, but ya gotta hit it real far. Like, over that," he states, pointing all the way over toward the other side of the field. There's a barrier there, where one would have to hit the ball over to make a home run.

"Otherwise you'll never get a home run and home runs are awesome!"

[drawin_on_trees]

Skull Kid barely heard the part about home runs, because he was staring at the far end of the field.

"Wooooooow." He gasped. "That's so far away, though! Can you really hit a ball all the way over there!"

[star_punched]

Someone was here and was all prepped.

Brought his own bat and everything. He needs this sort of thing, things HAVE been too weird.

A good old American classic baseball game is good for this young soul.

He was doing stretches.

[quickly]

Scout notices Mac doing stretches on the field and wanders over. It takes him a few more minutes to notice the bat he seemed to have brought, as well, and he nods in approval.

"Excellent, y'even brought yer own bat! Which is great 'cause there ain't too many here. I only got one ball, too. So if we lose it, well ..."

[star_punched]

"Then we can run over to the sports buildin' and get more!"

Someone's excited.

"Seriously, I'm just excited for doin' a real baseball game."

[quickly]

"There's a building? With more balls?"

Someone else is excited now.

"Shit, maybe I really do hafta survey this whole campus."

[after_the_flower]

Sophie came.

And stared into nothing.

[quickly]

Scout sidles over to her, looking very puzzled by her obvious staring into nothingness.

"What's up? See something cool?"

He follows her stare and sees ... nothing.

"Uh, I don't see nothin'?"

[after_the_flower]

"What do we do here?"

She is visibly looking at the ground now.

"This is where we play baisboll but all I see is a large flat field with markings..."

[quickly]

"We play ... ball? I dunno, you either throw the baseball toward the batter or you bat, or you guard the bases. It's a lot t'explain in short time, awright?"

[for_truth]

Hilda was looking to take advantage of an empty stadium and do some push-ups with her Pokemon or something, but after running onto the scene she quickly realizes that, well, there's a lot of people and equipment already around.

Baseball bats... baseballs... ... gloves... ...wait for it...

OH. OH!!! WAS SOMEONE PLAYING BASEBALL!!!???

"Are you guys playin' a game?"

[lives_strong]

"It would appear they are."

AND LO...out from seemingly nowhere Ondrea...walks from the entrance over to Hilda. Once she reaches her, the humanized Blaziken folds her arms. "I came to see what all the communion was about after my training was finished. A game of baseball isn't what I expected."

[for_truth]

Hilda turns around to greet the new face, blissfully unaware that she is a Pokemon in disguise for the moment. "Oh, yeah? I was gonna try and train a little too but baseball's pretty ace. You play?"

[lives_strong]

A shake of her head is the first respond Hilda gets, before Ondrea bothers to answer. "Not really. However, I would be lying if I said the game has no appeal. I think it would be an...interesting experience."

[for_truth]

"Interesting..." Hilda repeats this, for she is a dummy. "Like, fun?" She looks out to the field, "I bet it's gonna be a heck-ton of fun."

[lives_strong]

"Fun?" now it's Ondrea's turn to be confused...ish. "I'm not sure if I'd say it's fun. If nothing else, however, it looks worth a try."

[for_truth]

"Yeah, it's totally worth a shot, uh..." She pauses. "What's your name?"

[lives_strong]

...okay, she really needs to do this whole introduction thing sooner. "My name is Ondrea. Now, what is your name?"

[for_truth]

"Hilda! Nice to meetcha." She moves in a little and extends her arm, but instead of going for a handshake she holds her hand up in the air.

[quickly]

Scout doesn't expect many girls to come by and play, but he's happy to see some are!

He wanders over to the one with the hat and the (slightly) unusual hair and, while tossing the baseball a bit to himself, replies.

"Hey, haven't seen you around before," he pauses. "Yeah, I'm hopin' t'get enough people here for a game. You interested?"

[for_truth]

"Heck yes I'm interested, dude!" Hilda grins at the proposition and hops a little closer to the dugout, intent on checking out all the baseball equipment. "Name's Hilda. What's yours?"

[quickly]

"Scout.

But are ya sure you can play? I mean, most'a who's interested are guys, and guys' baseball is different from what girls play."

[for_truth]

IS SCOUT ASKING FOR A CHALLEEEEEEEENGE

"Uh, yeah? Like... I think I can handle it, man." So what if she gets hurt it's going to be fun as heck.

[quickly]

YES

"I mean, don't girls usually use bigger baseballs or somethin'? To make it easier t'hit em? That's what I remember readin' once. Or seein' on television, I dunno."

[for_truth]

"So?" Ok, she's not very good at arguing. "I might not hit 'em all the time, but I can totally throw 'em!" Hilda bends over and roots around in her bag before she retrieves an empty Poke Ball and tosses it between her hands. "S'not for hitting, but like, I think it's the same size as a baseball."

BUSTS IN SUPER LATE

[travelingbelle]

As promised, Blue was present! Now, she didn't really have a grip on this whole baseball business and had mostly just shown up because she said she would but... It looked pretty fun. (And look, there was Jock!) If nothing else, she brought her throwing arm with her.

And some balls. She had an abundance of balls, so sparing a few wasn't a problem.

"Heyyy!"

better late than never! 8D

[quickly]

Oh, cool, Blue showed up!

Thing is, there still isn't quite enough people for a game, and Scout's now wandering around the dugout, monitoring just how much equipment is available. He notices her, and gives a slight wave, but then is immediately back to taking inventory.

yeaaahhh 8'D

[travelingbelle]

Seeing as he was a bit busy at the moment, Blue stood off to the side of the field a bit to get a feel for who had shown up and what was going on. After a bit of watching folks toss some balls around, though, she got a teensy bit bored and slid her way over to the dugout.

Knock knock.

"You look like you could use some balls."

this time I take forever XD

[quickly]

"Oh uh, huh?"

He stops his inventory check when he hears her saying something (and she sounds awfully close) and turns around. Trying really, really hard not to laugh at what she said (because it sounded like ... well, because Scout is mentally 15 sometimes), he straightens up and nods.

"Y-yeah, sure. Got some?"

I ACCEPT

[travelingbelle]

Blue snickered. Go ahead and laugh, Scout, she said it knowing exactly what it sounded like.

"More than you~" Though after she paused to squint around at the equipment he was looking at. "...Maybe. Ha."

She tossed him the bag she was holding, which contained two (only slightly chewed on) baseballs and one softball. "Not actually that many, but I figured they might enjoy being used for their proper purpose for once."