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goldmedals2016-01-23 05:44 pm
judgepanel) wrote in goldmedals2016-01-23 05:44 pm
OPENING CEREMONIES
★ WELCOME TO THE SUMMER OLYMPIC GAMES ★
[ congratulations, fellow athletes, and welcome to the summer olympic games! the opening ceremony was beautiful and involved lots of pomp and circumstance. enjoy the team walk, snipe at the country in front of you's uniforms, wave at the crowd, throw up on someone's feet out of nerves and excitement, but most of all, make sure you smile and wave because you are live and on tv! a lot of tv. no worries.
there's a dinner in the olympic village that acts as a mingle for athletes. do you stick to your team or meet your competitors? is your old friend on a separate team? is the food any good? figure it out.
or maybe the opening ceremony has ended and you're hard at work practicing in the gym? after all, no one goes into any international competition cold. the practice facilities are only a mile from the olympic village and are as massive as anyone could imagine. any sport you want, any equipment you want--everything's here.
attached to the gym is a sauna, a great place to meet sweaty other athletes. naked.
or maybe you'd like to visit the olympic village itself. meet your neighbors, explore the shops, have some coffee... do what you like. the living accommodations are spacious and deserve exploring as well. just try not to throw any wild parties. (or do. the competition technically starts tomorrow but not everyone's playing... better not piss off the neighbors, though.)
no matter what you do--whether it's something listed here or something else entirely, the summer olympics are OPEN FOR BUSINESS. ]
masamune hongo, baseball | ota
[ if it weren't for the specific instruction of his pr agent, a small but terrifying woman barely older than him, or for the bottomless stomachs of a pair of twenty-something pitchers who can't cook, masamune wouldn't even have bothered staying to eat anything in the too-crowded-for-his-tastes dining hall. as it stands, he's working his way through his second helping of rice and looking over the boxed lunch offerings for the first day of the competition. when furuya is nearby, he pretty blatantly seems to be willing to pay more attention to the people around him, if 'actually looking at people when they talk to you' can be considered 'paying more attention', but when he isn't he's ignoring anyone who isn't offering more food or yelling that the building's on fire. ]
( b, olympic village )
[ masamune is on pitching ban. the decision on the starter for japan's first game hasn't been announced yet to the team, but he's been told in no uncertain terms that he's not to pitch outside of overseen practice until the morning of his first game. which, for a guy used to pitching five days a week, every week, is frustrating, and when masamune hongo is frustrated everyone in a five block radius knows about it without him even opening his mouth.
instead of sulking in his room, he's taken to sulking outside of a coffee shop in the village proper, reading a clearly newly bought book on olympic scandals, or, when he's done pulling faces at the history book, a dog-eared, well-loved paperback apparently on the subject of dragonslayers, if the cover illustration is any indication. either way, anyone looking to sit down in a three table radius is getting actively glowered at, with the occasional exception. go away.
if that doesn't work and the invaders on his 'territory' are too noisy, he'll look up and snap the history book's hard cover against the tabletop and fix the offenders with a scowl. shut up. ]
( c, wildcard )
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b
Finally, Daisuke decides to not take this challenge lying down.]
Is there a problem?
i always feel like i should apologize for masamune...........
the guy at the other table is less irritating than he could be, though, so masamune's scowl over the top of his book flattens out a little. he'd crept out into the village so he wasn't snapping at furuya, he should probably... not snap at one of the other japan reps. probably. ]
You coulda picked any table in this place, and you pick that one.
[ meaning 'the one next to mine', not any particular other failing. he's sure it's a very nice table, otherwise this guy or the four other people that have sat at it since he arrived wouldn't have picked it. ]
b /pokes the bear
After a quick shower and change, Furuya's also out of the residence. He's not going to pretend he's not actively looking for Masamune, but he won't bother texting him to just ask where he is. It's more fun, and will take longer, if he takes his time and looks.
It doesn't take very long, though. Masamune's easy to spot even from down the street. Not just anybody could evacuate the outdoor seating at a cafe like that. Fearless as ever, Furuya wanders up behind him, peering over his shoulder. Swords and sorcery again? ]
You've read that already.
i was gonna make an inappropriate joke about poking but i couldn't come up with one... the shame
(There's only, like, five people who would be willing to get this close when he's this annoyed, and most of them are a lot louder than Satoru Furuya.)
He clicks his tongue, closing the book around his thumb. ]
And now I'm readin' it again. You lookin' to complain about my reading choices, because last I remember I wasn't readin' it to you.
[ He turns his chin up to glare at Furuya in greeting. ] Done running?
he's gonna poke him right out in the middle of the plaza... that's not how you get on the news, toru
Satoru makes his way around Masamune to a chair on the other side of the table. When he sits and Masamune finishes speaking, the look on his face is absolutely incredulous. He nods to the question about running, but there's something much more important at stake here.]
Twelve kilometers, plus core building. And why not? I would listen.
[Has he missed out on an opportunity to have Masamune reading to him all this time? What is this?
There's always the chance he's pulling Masamune's leg--the practiced stillness of his face is kind of a giveaway since he's not prone to smirks or other tells--but on the other hand, he's tried audiobooks before and liked them well enough. None of them had Masamune's voice, though.]
look what you've done with that nickname, porto
What, so you can fall asleep on me while I'm reading even faster than you usually do?
[ And his attention goes back to his book. ]
omg i thought it was only like that for you... wtf i broke everything ಠ益ಠ
I said I would listen.
[ He's clearly not going to read to him just this second, though. Something for another time, because now the idea's firmly in his head. In the meantime, he waits a beat then pushes back from the table and stands again. ]
Do you want a drink?
nope... congrats
He had said he'd listen, but that doesn't guarantee staying up for all of it, Masamune doesn't say, because he has gotten a little more mature.
...a little. ]
Cafe Batida. [ Someone did his research before he came to Rio. ]
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Satoru makes a little face at Masamune's request, equal parts impressed and confused.] Batida...
[He did not do research.
He enters the shop (glorious air conditioning, why is Masamune outside) and returns a couple of minutes later with Masamune's frothy cup of sweet instant coffee and his own more decorative option, along with a couple of bottles of water. He sets all of it in front of Masamune, hovering to see Masamune's reaction to the bear.]
Look.
[In case his book got better while Satoru was away.]
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He watches Satoru wordlessly as he repeats the name, in part to make sure he's pronouncing it right, and in part to register his opinion of that face. It was cute, but in the annoying way.
His attention slips back to his book while he's left alone, and he sets his thumb into the spine to hold it open one-handed while he slides his cup closer. His eyes flick at Satoru's cup - latte, from the color - and then back to the paragraph he's tried to read four times and failed at.
Satoru's hovering has not gone unnoticed, but it isn't until he hears the command that he looks again.
Ah. A bear. He snorts, looking at Satoru. ] What, you didn't go for matching ones?
[ This is the closest he's getting to 'it's cute' unless pressed. ]
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He doesn't mean to keep Masamune from his book, but Satoru also knows if Masamune really wants to read, he'll find a way to get Satoru to stop bothering him. It's a learned balance that they're each capable of tipping when they feel like it.
Once Masamune reacts, though, he's satisfied, moving the cup toward his own seat and starting to sit down... until the thought of matching ones comes up.]
I asked but they would've had to do it with cocoa and I didn't think you'd want it.
[If he wanted a mocha, he'd've asked for a mocha.]
I can still get them to do it if you want though.
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He shakes his head. ]
Nah, cocoa'd ruin it.
[ It's satisfying to know he was right about Satoru trying for it, though. He pulls his bookmark out of the back cover of his book - it's a cheap plastic-coated paper one covered in polar bear doodles, probably technically Satoru's and grabbed blindly from the bedside table back in Tokyo - and shuts the pages around it with a quiet snap. He sets it aside, leaning forward to pick up the cup. ]
What're you doin' after this?
[ He's still working on 'no plan', but if Satoru has something in mind, it might be a better distraction than this cafe. Too many people keep coming in and out. ]
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Mmm... the first game of the softball round robin starts in half an hour. Australia and Brazil. Or maybe something else.
[Satoru reaches down and tugs his phone free of his pocket, looking for the day's event schedule. The first game of the men's round robin will follow the women's game, but as far as Satoru's concerned, attendance to that is a given.]
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The baseball game is a given - even if he didn't want to see the strength of future opponents for himself, Coach Momoe had very clearly said she wanted all of them present for at least the first few games, and his PR rep had echoed her. Thankfully for them both, Masamune loves baseball enough skipping the very first game never even crossed his mind.
The softball game is only half as tempting, mostly because it's teams he isn't interested in, in a stadium that isn't the baseball one. ]
Something else?
[ He raises his eyebrows, eyes dropping to Satoru's phone, then back up to his face. He takes another sip of coffee, waiting for suggestions. ]
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There aren't a lot of cooler options on the schedule, either. He frowns a little and takes another sip of his drink. ]
Men's gymnastics, women's fencing, and women's rugby. Swimming later, too, but that's not till the evening. That means the pool's probably open, though, they'll all be resting up.
[ He sets his phone down next to his cup and tilts his head at Masamune. A swim might be all right, nice and low impact, and gymnastics and fencing have the advantage of being inside. ]
Or something else. Arcade, shopping...
[
Nap. ]
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He focuses on his cup for a moment, thinking as he takes a long sip. He sets the cup down with a quiet thunk with half his drink gone, and reaches across the table to brush his hand against Satoru's fingers. ]
Feel like we oughta be takin' advantage of that fancy apartment A/C while we can.
[ He's on pitching ban, not "pitching" ban. ]
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Then picks it up to slurp the rest of the foam bear off. Now he's done. Really. It's hard to argue with the idea of spending the rest of the afternoon in blasting cold air conditioning no matter what they're doing, but the feel of Masamune's hand in his promises this won't be just a lazy afternoon. ]
It's already really warm, I could probably use a shower, too.
[ Before, after... both... during... ]