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[perfectsymmetry]

[Part one! Voice:

Crowe will be making a call filtered to those on the blitzball team.]

Well, we did pretty well at the bake sale thankfully. We have some money to put towards getting everyone uniforms now. Coach had a few made for us awhile ago, so we'll base the rest on those.

Ah... although it seems Coach is gone for good, I know that he'd want us to keep playing. Imagine how mad he'd be if we all stopped, eh? [A sad chuckle.] So, practice will resume as normal. Some of us, like Seychelles and myself, have been playing for awhile, so we can handle coaching for now, I suppose... Anyway, I hope to see you all after school as usual.


[Part two! Action:

Like many folks today, Crowe is a victim of the 10-Year Bazooka. Let it be known that walking up behind Lambo and trying to get his attention is a bad move. An explosion and a puff of smoke later, Crowe has been replaced with his 26-year-old self for the next few hours.

He'll be wondering how in the world he got back to this god-awful place, and is dreading that it might be for good. His memory is a bit fuzzy but it's coming back to him as he strolls through town. While it's still unmistakably Crowe, he's even taller and broader now, with shorter hair and less formal clothes. Looks a little like this, really. Feel free to approach him as he walks around trying to not be horrified, muttering to himself in Italian of all things.]

[[OOC - sorry I'll didn't have time to draw all new icons, just use your imagination. :V]]

Comments

[konekoma.livejournal.com]

[ There's a kid in a Japanese kimono following him around town, nervous but clearly fascinated by the whole place. He's trying not to be too obvious about tailing the guy, but he's six, so it doesn't work very well.

Please don't scare him too bad, Crowe. ]

[preshades.livejournal.com]

[So Megumi has been walking around, trying figure out what the hell is going on. He's been trying to stop some people on the streets to ask a few questions, but most everyone he's asked so far as been nothing but unhelpful. Something was horribly off about them. Something he didn't trust. He notices Crowe across the street. Since he doesn't look like the stereotype, he's hoping he won't act the stereotype like the others.

So yes there is now some tall, skinny Japanese teenager approaching Crowe.]

.... Excuse me.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken's just walking around, but then he sees a very familiar head of hair and stops]

What the hell...Crowe? That you? When the fuck did you get so tall.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[Is hiding in a nearby bush when she sees Crowe. Or at least, someone who looks like Crowe. Who is this? She pokes her head out.]

Crowe...?

[russefeiring.livejournal.com]

_{[Totally not watching where he's going--Oof, hello Crowe's chest! Meet Norway's face. Sidewalk, meet Norway's rear. Just going to stare at his legs now.]}

Watch where you're going, you.

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

[Loooow whistle.]