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Who: Calling all volleyball enthusiasts, both players and spectators!
Where: the Gym!
When: Now!
Warnings: Who knows!
Notes: There'll be a few general headers in the comments; feel free to make up others! Or ignore them altogether and put up your own all-inclusive top level! Whatever floats your boat! Embrace the chaos!

When Laszlo proposed this, it was out of a sincere love of the game, not imagining it would turn into any sort of cutthroat clash of the titans. Not that it actually has as yet, but given Betelgeuse's insistence on recruiting Anderson, the potential is there for a certain amount of Priest vs Vampire vindictiveness, although hopefully more along the lines of a volleyball spiked to the face than a wooden stake through the heart—not that Laszlo even expects the former to happen (to him anyway) as he is the Volleyball King! (self-appointed)

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While not entirely certain yet if he's going to be playing himself or just coaching from the sidelines, Laszlo shows up in appropriate volleyball attire, greeting everyone (except for Anderson) and chatting enthusiastically before launching into general instructions for those unfamiliar, followed by a pre-game warm-up—not that any non-humans actually need to warm up, but it's clearly a thing athletes should do regardless; getting into the spirit, et cetera.

"Stretch those volleyball muscles! Take it to the max!"

Iris has not turned up topless, because she occasionally has some dignity. Instead, she looks a bit like she's escaped from the set of a St Trinian's movie, in a short gymslip and long white socks. She does need to warm up, so she starts with some extravagant stretches while she watches everyone else, alert and assessing.

She grins when she catches Laszlo's eye.

Nadja is - sad to say it - extremely perplexed about her husband and his interests on some days.

But she's supportive, and so she shows up and tries very hard not to look at Laszlo's very intense legs.

Mostly because she's shown up entirely overdressed in a typically long Victorian gown.

She decidedly looks elsewhere and does not stretch. But she does take off her rings and other jewelry.

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As far as he's concerned, toplessness would've have been fine; he already seen photographic evidence to support the fact that Iris carries off the look quite well. Perhaps they can keep it in reserve in the manner of a secret weapon, if they need to distract the opposing team from the actual game.

He grins back, in the middle of- "Five, six, seven, eight, hustle for that muscle!"

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Betelgeuse is full on enthusiastic with this. He models Laszlo's moves precisely. Up! Down! stretch!

He's wearing a black-and-white striped onesie in defiance of Anderson's plea for no stripes.

"Feeling the burn!"

Laszlo's never done any sort of workout in his entire life, needless to say, but he certainly has put in quite a few hours watching the girls back in Pennsylvania do their warm-ups, just for sidelines support of course.

"No sweat, no beauty! No squat, no booty!" he returns encouragingly.

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Rawne, having been nudged in the direction of color, Rawne is wearing dark green shorts and a tank top with a volleyball graphic on the front. After some hurried reading in the library, he assumes this is proper attire. He is warming up, though it's the type you do before a fight, rather than a game.

Norton has never been a fan of participating in team sports, but he does like to watch and root for his favourites. Also, the view is excellent.

Rawne notices that Norton's watching, so he switches to stretching in a way that requires him to bend over a lot.

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Barbara arrives in a jaguar print tank top and black sweat pants, hair drawn back into a tight braid. Her wheelchair seems to move of its own accord as she does various arm stretches.

If she's worried about what this match may devolve into, it doesn't show; she radiates relaxed confidence.

Iris doesn't get on her knees, not in public, but she practically curtseys as she remembers not to.

"We're sort of ...loosely organised to Team Human and Team Non-human. I'd ask you to play for us, but to be honest, they probably need you more."

It's been years, but Iris sure can still make a seasoned vigilante's heart flutter.

"Probably. I'm also immune to a lot of your tactics." Or, well. She can fake being immune.

This game is exactly what Godric needs in his life and he is enthusiastically showing up. He is wearing exactly the same thing he always does, because he has done absolutely no research on the topic and is just happy to be invited.

He doesn't necessarily need to stretch but he does need to practice, so he takes one of the balls and tosses it up. He remembers, from watching it once, that the arms go in a sort of triangle, but by the time he's figured it out, the ball's back on the ground.

Oh well! Time to try again!

Unlike Nadja (who showed up wearing a long Victorian gown, translation: heavy elaborate brocade), Godric's attire looks perfectly comfortable. Maybe not as comfortable as Laszlo's mini shorts and tank top, but whatever floats one's boat.

"Richard!" he exclaims upon sighting him. "I'm so glad you made it! Care for some help over there?"

He picks up the ball just in time to hear Lazlo's greeting. "Hello, Lazlo. Yes. I think I would need some help." He tosses it over to him, though cannot resist a bit of a stare at what he's wearing.

He had seen him during the stretches, but up close...it is a lot.

He tries not to grin.

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Betelgeuse has discovered to his absolute delight that playing dirty is not just a trait he has when he was a demonic entity.

As such, this comes in the form of him pulling up his entire shirt and hollering at the other team at the top of his lungs, just as they're meant to return the ball;

"DISTRACTION!"

Iris, who has absolutely used this tactic herself in the past, flashes Betelgeuse a quick grin.

Then she spikes the ball at his head.

"Ow!" he swears and goes down like a ton of bricks, rubbing his nose.

"Ref! Aren't you gonna call that?!"

"Woah there, titty foul! Two point penalty!" Laszlo proclaims, even if 'foul titties' might be more accurate.

Although if Iris does the same thing, that'll be perfectly fine.

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Iris is here to have fun. What might not be obvious under her Golden Retriever demeanour is that she finds winning more fun than almost anything else. So she's in a good humour, but she's also absolutely focused and utterly merciless.

There are no brooms, but she still finds herself channeling her Hogsmeade breach self: "Cobber" Wildthyme was a mistress of the stealth foul, and Iris would be, too, if she had a clearer idea of what constituted a foul in volleyball.

Volleyball, it turns out, offers distressingly few legal opportunities to elbow, trip, barge or bite the other team (Iris decides to try and talk them into trying rugby next time) but on the other hand, she gets to chase a ball all afternoon and leap in the air a lot. She even, at one point, leaps onto a fellow player to reach the ball above their head. She hits it hard and fast, often aiming at the oppositions' knees or crotches.

Rawne had been trying to hit the ball himself. But then Irish was on his shoulders, nearly sending both of them to the floor before he could regain his balance. He wraps one arm around her legs, trying to keep her steady.

"You better have gotten it."

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Barbara makes up for a lack of reach with sheer power, which occasionally backfires when she's doing a pass. (She's genuinely apologetic, at least.) She headbutts the ball more than once, with the fearless determination of someone who's used that tactic in far more dire straits. When she plays dirty, it's very subtle.

Well, except for the very end, when she finally uses her chair's hover capability. Can't pull that surprise more than once, after all.

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Pre-game warm-ups and practice

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It's game time! Rules, what are those? Extra points for deviousness!

Deviousness, you say? Don't mind if he does!

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Post-game, rioting and chaos likely