mother's day general log

[mayfield_mods]

Who: Everyone
What: Mother's Day Event
When: May 13 and 14
Warnings: Please list any and all warnings in subject headers



[It's a beautiful sunny spring day in Mayfield, ladies, and the sun is shining just for you. Today is your day, and all of the men in your life will make sure you know it.

Enjoy!]

Comments

[mounties]

Yeah, in the mail. [Bodies in the mail. Wait. That's wrong.] I mean, you'll get something representative of your nationhood in the mail and then you'll be yourself again.

[redwhiteandhero]

That's swell!

[mounties]

Isn't it, though? I don't envy human women, that's for sure. It was nice to feel like myself again.

[redwhiteandhero]

Humans are so flimsy. I feel bad for them.

[mounties]

So do I. We're spoiled, in a way.

[She looks down at the hockey ball, passing it in front of her for a moment, before abruptly sending it towards America.]

[redwhiteandhero]

[He quickly brings his stick up to block it, but he's not fast enough, and it hits him in the shin. It's... harder than he expected.]

I hope it comes back soon.

[mounties]

I'm sure it will before too long, don't worry, brother.

[redwhiteandhero]

[He picked up the ball with his stick and juggled it once or twice before passing it back to Canada.]

I've been keeping in shape, at least.

[mounties]

[She catches it easily, only to send it rolling back along the ground with a quick flick of her wrist. For now, they're just warming up.]

That's good. I wouldn't want you getting pudgy.

[redwhiteandhero]

[He catches the ball with his stick and stops it, looking up at Canada.]

...Why? Do you think I'm getting pudgy?

[mounties]

No? It was a joke, because Mum always teases my sister about it.

[redwhiteandhero]

[Well he's self-concious now '^' He slaps the ball up the street a bit, running after it and then passing it back to Canada.]

[mounties]

If you're going to sulk, I'll just have to work you harder. [He's getting it sent back his way without too much break, except on the other side of the road, so he has to run for it.]

[redwhiteandhero]

[He does, smacking it back to her and running up to get himself in position for a return pass.]

Good. Bring it on.

[mounties]

[From there, conversation gets abandoned, at least by Canada, in favour of picking up the pace of their passes. Except, before too long, it's less passing and more sneaking the ball around him, using moderate amounts of force when necessary.]