[OPEN]

[catpiper]

Who: Anyone, everyone, whoever.
What: B a s e b a l l
When: Early March
Where: Enso
Warnings: will add as needed

[It's BASEBALL time and Ren has invited every unfortunate soul who crosses her path to play this game. Well, it's less of an invite and more of a competitive threat. Jyushimatsu and her did defeat the mighty sheep in a game of baseball wits. That's worth something.

There's a single bat, glove and ball to play with and she'll quickly try to sort people into teams, no matter how many are around or wander by. There's no escape. Anyone who walks into this area will be dragged into the game. The equipment will be there all day for people to use, though she's going to be watching it carefully, since this is something she would definitely steal, if it weren't already in her possession, so she doesn't want anyone thinking the same.

There are also randomly cooked eggs because she's not a heathen!!! She tried to make food okay. It's eggs. Only eggs. She's calling them pizza rolls, but they're definitely oddly shaped scrambled eggs. And some soup, but who knows what's in there. Probably some grass. Whatever. She tried!! She brought snacks, like the good aunt she is.

Feel free to treat this is as an open mingle log or do whatever. Ren will explain the rules as she knows them which is:

'You have to win!'

'Someone throws the ball and you have to hit it and run.'

'If someone catches it, you're 'out' and if you hit really far, that's a homerun and you get 50 points.'

'You can't break someone's nose. That won't give you points.'

'If you find a cool treasure, you get ten points. And if you see a bee and say hello, you get ten points and if you sing a song when someone gets a homerun, you get ten points and-'

Honestly she might say any number of odd ass things that will get people extra points. None of it's true, but she's hellbent on her ways. Feel free to assume whatever. And do whatever!! ]

Comments

Guzma | OTA

[yallstupid]

[Really, why was he even shocked to find out that Ren literally had no clue how to actually play a simple game of baseball? He really should expect her to just be dumb as a bag of bricks, but at least she’s cute. He’ll let her have her fun, and not rain on her parade with all the strategy and logistics that really goes into this game. Plus the rules he knows she’ll never be able to follow, considering she probably doesn't know even the most basic of math. Her attention span really isn’t that great, and he expects little of the, uh...rest of the so-called “players” here.

Still, it gives Guzma an excuse to put his hands around a bat (which he will not give back, by the end of this game), and hit something with absolutely no mercy. The one thing he’s really, really good at - throwing balls and hitting things. He’ll play pitcher probably more often than not, and considering he’s a Pokemon trainer, and muscular despite all those baggy clothes, Guzma's throwing arm is crazy good, not to mention his aim. Plus? He won’t go easy on anyone, regardless of who they are. He throws hard, he throws fast, and he hits just the same. Thankfully, he’s not aiming to actually do damage to anyone (but maybe two people), so you have nothing to fear. Mostly. He is extremely competitive once fired up.

Though the catcher might have to be replaced or switched out often, unless they can handle how hard he pitches. Their poor wrist is going to be sore the morning after, if they're not careful.]

[ichininyaanshi]

[By like, "two people", you don't mean... ah, never mind.]

[Blatantly colored purple hoodies are obviously correct baseball attire, and that's exactly what the figure slowly wobbling across the backfield is wearing - but that's not all. The unsteady gait is punctuated by a sort of hunchbacked lump rising over Ichimatsu's head, making him lean forward and shuffle as he walks; he might be too far away to actually see why he's moving like that, but he's clearly carrying something on his back.]

[And he's not going anywhere fast.]

[yallstupid]

[Oh, he certainly does.

The kneejerk reaction from seeing this one again, in particular, was smothered only by the presence of Ren, but considering she's rather...preoccupied (god bless her microscopic attention span), Guzma feels like he can get away with a little tomfoolery. Or, uh...friendly fire. And by the heavens above, this has been seething inside him for perhaps an hour now - the sheer, intense need to lay down the law and get in one good strike. No pun intended.

So, tossing the baseball up and down in his hand, her grips it tight, winds up, and flings it with all his might right at Ichimatsu. Considering his expertise at aiming and throwing tiny spheres of this size and weight, and the sheer muscle this behemoth has (and the 16 rolled to hit), the baseball strikes hard and true upon its intended mark. The satisfying thwunk of contact like a soothing song lilting so melodiously upon the wind.

Ah...music~]

[ichininyaanshi]

[Were it any other situation, Ichimatsu's felid instincts would have perhaps been good for a roll himself, and a chance to dodge his unfortunate fate with at least a speck of his pride intact...]

[But fuck him.]

[The thunk of the ball cracking against his skull is certainly melodic, something akin to a heavyweight champion punching a steel drum as hard as humanly possible, and Ichimatsu hits the ground like a sack of potatoes with no complaints. The thing on his back doesn't fall off, but rather falls with him - turns out it's actually tied to him with a rope, binding his arms at his sides, and from the angle he falls on (his face lmao) it might even be visible to Guzma's eyes.]

[It's a bat.]

[Ⓗⓞⓜⓔⓡⓤⓝ.]

[yallstupid]

[The delicate crack, followed by the graceful thud of a body hitting the dirt makes Guzma's heart swell. An enormous smile spreads on his face as he saunters over to get a good, long look at the body... If only he had a working camera right now - this sort of snapshot would be worth millions in the album of his heart, but he'll keep the memory under lock and key. One of the few good ones involving this fuckbucket.

He retrieves the ball, snickering softly to himself, then looks at the, uh...whatever the fuck sorta thing that's going on there. A brow raises slowly, and Guzma is half tempted to take that bat for...nefarious purposes, but he's not about to reach down and grab it. No amount of hard bleach could rub off the stink of this guy's entire being. So he'll leave it.

But he is quietly hitting that kinkshame buzzer.]