11 - Game of Two Halves

[thinkb4ublink]

[Filtered away from people who've murdered since Slater's arrival (November)]

Right. Football. That game where you use your foot to move the ball about, not that American nonsense where your foot hardly touches the bleedin' thing. [How can you in good conscience even call it that, people, really?] Any one you lot know how to play?

[OOC: If you fear that you can't remember or it was under wraps for whatever reason, feel free to have Slater either forget/not know about it.]

Comments

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Not really? Only the goalie's allowed touch the ball with 'is hands.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I could remember that.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Ok, we'll see how it goes.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Excellent! I'm George Crabtree, by the way.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Slater. Roy.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure Mr. Slater. What got you thinking of football?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[Slater suppresses the urge to threaten him at the 'pleasure' comment and what stops him is just the fact that he's got nothing to threaten him with.] Warden's plan to get me talkin', I guess.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[But George really does think it's a pleasure.]

It's a very good subject. Though I prefer hockey myself.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Don't play.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Nor do I, but I follow our teams in the paper back home. Which is Canada, by the way. 1897.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[The new information is greeted with disinterest.] Hockey good back then?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

[George just thinks Slater is being a good listener.]

Terribly exciting. I think we have a shot against the Ottawa club for Lord Stanley's cup.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[Still uninterested.] Brilliant.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Very much so! Perhaps we could get some sort of cup to compete at football for here. I'm sure the kitchens could spare one.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Tell you what, why don't ya talk to Loki about that? He's my warden. [Best case scenario, Loki is bewildered and annoyed. Worst, Slater is not. Win, win!]

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I wouldn't feel right, sir. It's your game, and we haven't got to play for anything if you wouldn't like.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Like I said, it was 'is idea, maybe 'e would, you know?

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Do you think he would?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Oh, I wouldn't like to speak for him.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Well I'd certainly like to play either way.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Ok. It's tomorrow.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Excellent. I'll be there.

...Where is there?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

That'd be the CES.