⌯THREE⌯

[symmetryguns]

Is there a basketball court here? Or balls?

Jeep, I need your help with something.

How long does it take for the side effects of memory crystals to wear off?

[Seven is just going to stay home until he stops being a girl.]

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Answer: there is

[crowsloveapples.livejournal.com]

Basketball?

It usually only lasts a few days.

Lovely

[symmetryguns]

It's a game.

Thank you.

[crowsloveapples.livejournal.com]

What type of game?

You're welcome!

[symmetryguns]

The object is to get the ball into the other team's goal.

If I can find a court and a ball I can try to teach you.

[crowsloveapples.livejournal.com]

Oh. Then what happens?

Really? That would be great! Thanks Seven!

[symmetryguns]

You get a point [pause.] or two.

It might be hard to find a ball that works, since it has to bounce.

[spandexisyouth]

I do not know. What does a basketball court or ball look like? And it can take a few days.

[symmetryguns]

A large rectangular paved area with two baskets or hoops on poles on the short edges. A basketball is orange and made of rubber and is filled with air so that it bounces.

[spandexisyouth]

Oh! Then yes! I believe I have seen one! Somewhere! Have you looked around the dojo?

[symmetryguns]

I have not. Thank you.

[spandexisyouth]

You are welcome!

[drivetothewest.livejournal.com]

What can I help you with?

[symmetryguns]

Are you in the room?

[Because Seven is sort of wandering around the tree.]

[drivetothewest.livejournal.com]

I am.

[Cooking again. He'll put on weight if he keeps this up.]

[Quicklog]

[symmetryguns]

[It takes a while, but Seven gets back to the room.]

Jeep? It's me.

[A woman's voice, a woman's body (and Seven's clothes are almost awkwardly small), but Seven's posture and body language. He taps at the mark under his eye.]

Do you have ink and a paint brush?

[Quicklog]

[drivetothewest.livejournal.com]

[Jeep turns around to look at Seven, confused to hear such a feminine voice. Seeing his brother turned into a sister almost makes him drop the potato he was peeling, and he blinks.]

I... oh. One moment.

[He puts the potato on the counter and then opens a drawer, looking around.]

Ah, I have a pen?

[Quicklog]

[symmetryguns]

[Past the initial surprise, it didn't bother Seven much. He was still himself, regardless of what he looked like.]

I hope this works.

[He finds a mirror (because that had been the first thing he'd bought, even before trying to get new clothes) and sets himself down in front of it. He doesn't have a ruler, but he measures with his fingers and guesswork until he thinks he has the right spot to start drawing from. It has to be exact.]

[Quicklog]

[drivetothewest.livejournal.com]

[Jeep did his best to think that way too, since 'sister' kept making him feel all kinds of unhealthy emotions. Especially towards a child.]

Would you like me to help you? It looks hard to draw on your own face.

[Quicklog]

[symmetryguns]

Would you?

[It's still strange to him that Jeep wants to help. Seven expects to be ignored at best, laughed at at worst, and Jeep's quiet support and comfort is... very very nice.

He hands the pen to Jeep.]

It goes right here.

[He taps the spot, and hands the pen to his brother.]

[Quicklog]

[drivetothewest.livejournal.com]

Of course. Let's see...

[He studies the mark under her- Seven's one eye, and then gently presses the pen against his brother's skin. Carefully copying the mark, Jeep notices that a pen wasn't the best thing to draw on faces with, either. A brush would have been best.]

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Well, there's a guy named Balls. Sort of.

[symmetryguns]

I think you're thinking of Bell.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Nooope, I'm pretty sure I'm thinking of Balls.

[symmetryguns]

I don't think I know him.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Lucky you.