[log] surrounded by balls [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Royce Melborn, Sylar
Location: building 29
Date: evening of 249
Summary: everybody hates the fucking shed
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

A small shed outside the school, going inside reveals sports equipment is being stored in here. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats, and the like. There's nothing that could be used as a weapon, though, unless you're going to try to hurl a basketball at someone's head. This is the only place on the campus it's possible to stay in overnight--if you try to stay anywhere else, you'll be made to leave at 7PM. The following is written on the wall in blue ink: "This is Building 46 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the shed in relation to the school. The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed". Behind the shed is a small army of snowmen armed with sports equipment. There's a drawing spraypainted on the inside of the shed. It has been labeled "GEROMY". The skin color has been left blank. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND SIX, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC." is written on the wall.

Comments

[bywolves]

Does the...? [ A beat. Royce raises his eyebrow. Maybe he doesn't want to know. ]

[devoutish]

Circumcisions.

[ A beat. ]

Snipping off part of the dick.

[termineur]

[ Sylar smirks at Royce, curious about his reaction. ]

Not a thing you have back in your world, I'm guessing?

[bywolves]

[ Royce's expression is a fun one. ]

No. Why would you ever?

[devoutish]

Tradition, health. It's cleaner.

[ Or it was a thousand years ago when people weren't washing much. ]

[termineur]

It's more a cultural thing, now.

[ He says it with a shrug, although that smirk's still there. At least they got some expression out of Royce. ]

[bywolves]

[ He's still making that face. ]

Doesn't exactly happen in Elan. [ He is vaguely scandalized. ]

[devoutish]

Ah, it's not as bad as you're imagining.

[He's grinning, though.]

[termineur]

[ And now Sylar is looking at Alfie. ]

Really? 'cause I think we're just used to it. I mean, it's not like we're going to remember any of it.

[ He knows what Alfie meant, but why not be a little contrary? ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a face. ] You've ruined my desire to play this game.

[devoutish]

That's all right, we've got more games. "Never have I ever had an uncut dick."

[Alfie is the worst friend.]

[termineur]

[ Sylar breaks out into laughter. ]

I don't know, if we're talking about never, I don't think any of us can raise our hand at that one.

[bywolves]

[ Royce just goes ahead and elbows Alfie in the side because he's a butthole. ]

I hate this one. [ He says grouchily. It's mostly light grouchiness, though. ] Wording is stupid.

[devoutish]

It's harder if you've been drinking. Right, then - "I've never had an uncut dick". Eight days at the beginning doesn't much count.

[termineur]

[ Sylar is still looking pretty amused. ]

It totally counts.

[ But he keeps his hands in his lap, anyway. ]

You guys have actually played this before?

[bywolves]

Wish I was drinking. [ Royce makes a face and lifts a hand vaguely, then drops it right back down. ]

Yeah. Several times. Why?

[devoutish]

Mm. Passes the time.

[Alfie is unaware of these games being stereotyped as exclusively for preteen girls to play at their slumber parties, honestly.]

[termineur]

Can't argue with that. Who taught you this one?

Hmmm... [ It's his turn, isn't it? ]

I've never tried to climb an ice wall.

[ Okay, yeah, he might be smirking at Royce a bit. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce rolls his eyes. ]

I'm done playing for now. [ He's not mad, though. ] We need sleep, not a thinly veiled way to make fun of me.