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Rec Room, OTA

CHARACTERS: Toshiko Sato and YOU
LOCATION: the Rec Room with the pool tables
WARNINGS: nothing unless you need a warning for handwaved pool playing
SUMMARY: Pretty much some people playing pool and talking.
NOTES: There are no rules to this log, feel free to team up and play or just grab someone to talk to. Make your own open threads if you want to claim a table and try to get a game going. BYOB. ;)

Toshiko has made sure the felt is clean, the cues are lined up, and the balls are racked. Now the only thing missing is someone to come and play.

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While she waits for people to show up, Tosh gets in a bit of practice at one of the tables. It has been a little while she's had the chance to play, after all, and it would look pretty bad for her to be bragging at people about her skills and then wind up looking like an amateur.

And 'lo, Thrice and a bottle of rootbeer appear on time. For those that haven't met him before, he's a tall young man that's started to grey quite early on. His body language is a bit awkward and shy, but he's willing to make the effort to go out and be social.

"Hi?"

"Hullo. You're the beginner who needs lessons on the rules, right?" She lays down the cue and offers her hand. "Toshiko Sato. Not the resident pool expert, just sort of hoping not to be the only one who plays."

"I am. Thrice, Thrice Doul," he says and shakes hands. He's not very good at maintaining eye contact and seems a little bit spacey (har har), but he's polite. "I did well at pinball, so maybe that'll transfer, I think?"

"Please to meet you, Thrice. That's an unusual name." Tosh is not about to judge anyone's particular social skills, hers aren't exactly as polished as she'd like to imagine. And polite is better than insulting.

"Hm, actually yeah. I think it would. I mean the basics are the same -- angles, distance and velocity. The only variable you have to learn to control is yourself, your own hand-eye coordination and the force you apply."

"It's a nickname. Tethera is, well, it's Tethera." Not exactly the sort of thing that trips off the tongue. "Would you, should we give it a go? A round of pool, I mean."

"Does pool come in a round?"

"Oh but that's a really interesting name!" Though she can see why he'd go with a nickname.

"Well I think we'll just start with a game first," she says with a grin. "You play one game, or several games to a round, and several rounds to a match. Um...want me to just go over the important terms and rules and all that first? Just the things you really have to know."

Ladon eventually sidles in once he locates the damn place. If there's one thing he misses from Sacrosanct, it's the location pings. Well, and the company, but he's trying not to think about that today.

For once, he actually shrugs off his coat and hangs it up on the appropriate rack. The hat stays firmly on his head, though. Good luck ever getting him to take it off.

When he spots Toshiko he smiles, slightly awkward but still friendly. "Looks like I wasn't the only one t'show, yeah?"

Tosh smiles back at the man's greeting, waving him over and holding out a cue. "Looks like we'll have a few people, yup. Glad you made it. Maybe if there's interest we can get a regular game going. I think it'd a way to meet people without imminent death being involved."

He heads over, then tugs the brim of his hat at her in greeting. "Sounds like a good idea, yeah? Waitin' out the next incident can be just as bad as livin' it. And it's lookin' like 'fella who owns the bar' ain't an open gig here."

Brendan's staring at the table, hands folded, pool cue leaning against the side. He's staring for a very, very long time. It's because, while practicing with himself and waiting, he'd managed to give himself a rather difficult shot.

It's hard to tell he's even breathing, just analyzing the situation, until finally he picks up the cue, aims, shoots, and--plunk--makes the shot in only a few seconds within hi coming to life.

But immediately afterwards, he sets the pool cue down, folds his hands again, and resumes staring.

Tosh watches for a while, not wanting to disturb his process -- and, to be honest, kind of interested in observing the process for herself. Once he's made a shot and before he manages to sink back into his reverie, though, she finally steps up to the table.

"Hi. Brendan, right? You're good."

Brendan looks up, blinking, and for a moment he has the appearance of a startled owl before the teen shrugs, the universal 17 year old language for 'whatever.'

"It's angles." As if it were that simple, and he glances over again. "But yeah. It's Brendan."

Irene Adler doesn't know how to play pool.

So her presence here is really more of an observational one, because if this is what everyone's going to be doing then surely she should be here to see if its something she wants to invest her time in. It was much the same with cards, back when she was much younger and newly come to her chosen life. She'd sat aside her first husband and watched him play until she'd picked up the rules and then she'd quietly bested him and his friends all at once.

That had been a good night.

So perhaps pool would be much like that, she reasons, and so she perches upon a stool and watches the play, mentally ticking off form and theorizing the rules as she does.

Pool isn't one of those games that usually attracts a big group of onlookers, unless those onlookers are players themselves. This lady doesn't have the look of someone familiar with the game, but she definitely seems interested in it. And Tosh has to admit that she's glad to actually have another woman in the room.

"Thank god, I thought I was going to drown in testosterone here." She takes a seat on a stool as well. "Have you ever played before?"

They're all so forward, these people of the future. Irene does often mourn for the loss of manners, but really, there are bigger things to concern herself with. No use missing what can't be retrieved, isn't that what's said of it?

"Never. One of the drawbacks of being so far behind the rest, I'm afraid."

Being from the past, it's a huge drag.

The woman is good at hiding her annoyance at the lack of manners, so Tosh just blithely continues on, with a smile for the remark about being behind. "I don't think I'd use this as an indicator of how up on modern times you are. Not everyone plays, and most who do don't play well."

She does offer her hand to shake, however, because she doesn't have bad manners. "I'm Toshiko."

If Irene were to play, which she'd not yet decided, she planned on playing very well. Do anything poorly, it wasn't really possible for Irene, unless she meant to. Perfection, it was something she couldn't stop herself striving for.

"Irene. It's a pleasure.

And she does take the offered hand, grip firm. She's not attempting to impress, not really, but first impressions are everything, aren't they?

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