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[markofthewise]

Who: Anyone who wants to come!
What: Autumn (Equinox) Celebration
When: Today, at 9PM to Midnight (and maybe even after)
Where: Around the Rec Center
Summary: Brigade party! There's food! There's lights! There's music! There's fireworks!
Rating: A for Abacus

There were lights! Autumn-appropriate decorations! There were tables of food (though very little of it is vegetarian friendly)! There was even a stage for music and entertainment! Still waiting was the fireworks to take place at midnight, but otherwise things were set up to more or less respectable Brigade standards. Maybe Haruhi hadn't done it herself, but it was done well enough, thanks to the efforts of being coordinated by Mikage.

The stage was left open for anyone to perform that wanted to. The karaoke machine had been dragged outside for people to sing along to, regardless of talent, or otherwise just to play music when no one was on stage. Naturally inside the Rec Center itself is a variety of pool tables, foosball, air hockey, and a TV with some video games. Just enough to keep things a little fun. If only there was a pool.

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[thestormishere]

[ Little does he know he's dealing with an RPG character a l'Cie, who learn things like this very quickly by design- AKA, the kind of people who think little of not only being able to shoot a fist-sized crystal out of the air, but who can do so while free-falling beneath it.

Her eyes narrow as she watches him- in particular the way he holds the cue stick, and she's mentally calculating without even realizing it, inclining her head as she steps forward. However, she pauses and then does nothing more for several seconds, staring intently at the formation. ]

... There's an uneven number of balls.

[ Seven striped balls, eight solid balls, plus the white cue ball... what gives? Lightning frowns as she lays her hand on the edge of the table, not quite positioning to shoot yet. ]

[nobodyspoke.livejournal.com]

Yes. The 'eight' ball is the solid black one, just there. [He points at it, hiding behind a striped and solid.]

Only when all seven of yours are in the pockets can you aim for that one. If you knock it in prematurely, you lose.

[thestormishere]

[ Well, Lightning would have liked to know that beforehand, but... whatever. She's silent as she finally seems to come to a decision, steps aside a foot or two, and then at last bends carefully, placing her hand to the felt surface of the table with deceptive gentleness. It's obvious that it's taking her a few seconds to properly emulate how to hold her hands, but once she's got it--

She straightens just as the crack of the cue ball against blue #2 sends it careening into one of the corner pockets of the table... and then huffs a breath. Success, but for some reason, something about her first shot seems to disappoint her. ]

[nobodyspoke.livejournal.com]

Very good!

[Kim walks around to the other side, clearly pleased she's picked it up so well.]

And you'll take another shot since you've made one in.

[thestormishere]

Right.

[ Yeah, she's already thinking about it, pale eyes practically invisible under her long lashes as she considers the arrangement of balls on the table.

One successful shot is one thing, but even if she's clearly taking the easiest and most obvious option, when she bends again and hits a second one in too... that probably presses the concept of "beginner's luck" a little. It wasn't a lie when she said she's never played, but she also said nothing about her inherent skill... ]

[nobodyspoke.livejournal.com]

You're doing very well.

[It's a compliment, nothing more. He attests her second to beginner's luck, of course. He isn't expecting a third, so he begins to chalk up his cue stick.]

[thestormishere]

[ It isn't until then that it occurs to Lightning that... she's a beginner at this, so maybe she shouldn't be so good at it? However, of course, then comes the question over whether or not she actually cares about something like that. She watches this 'Kim Philby' a moment more, then scans the room as if looking for someone else. ]

... You're new, to Luceti?

[ Leaning over the table again, abruptly she seems to change her mind about her angle... and switches hands, almost as an afterthought. ]

IGNORE THIS IF YOU DONT WANT TO KEEP IT GOING

[nobodyspoke.livejournal.com]

That I am, that I am.

[He watches her play very carefully.]