<Kurt> SCENE> THE WUNDAGORE SCHOOL, TENNIS COURTS
<Kurt> ACTION> IT IS THE ULTIMATE TENNIS SHOWDOWN- ..OKAY, SO MAYBE IT ISN'T, BUT THOSE WHO DON'T WANT TO PLAY ARE SITTING AROUND OR IN OTHER PARTS OF THE SCHOOL.
<Remy> ::balances a tennis racquet on his index finger::
<Kurt> ::crouching next to a bucket of tennis balls, plotting mildly evil thoughts about hitting people with them::
<Reynard> ::gives his racquet a few experimental swings ::he then brandishes it much like a sword:: En gaurdè! ::leaps forward a bit::
<Emma`> ::Sighs, sitting on the side lines wearing a powder blue blouse and darker blue tennis skirt.::
<Erik> ::watching from his seat along the side at a small table, shaded by a patio umbrella::
<Remy> ::watches Emma through the corner of his eye.. stands on the court opposite whoever else wanted to play::
<Alex> ::Scowls darkly, not looking very pleased over the activities, as he watches from the shade of a tree::
<Emma`> So what are we playing?
<Remy> Y" gon' do somethin' o' jus' stand dere?
<Reynard> Well, these are tennis racquet and balls...so I think we're going to play croquet.
<Kurt> ::hrms to himself, then grabs a racquet out of the pile with his tail, then takes one in either hand:: ((....This has possibilities.))
<Alex> ::Mutters darkly to himself:: Tennis...we could be facing the end of the world...and they're playing games..
<Kurt> ::dumps the two racquets he's holding in his hands back in the pile, grabbing a few tennis balls:: If no one else will play, then I will.
<Remy> Not gettin' any younger over here.. ::flips the racquet from his index finger and catches it in his hand::
<Reynard> ::swings his racquet a few time, making the 'bring it on' gesture::
<Kurt> ::tosses Reynard the tennis balls he's holding, since Rey is closer and all::
<Erik> ::glances toward Alex:: Perhaps you should join them... they seem to need a fourth member in their match.
<Alex> ::Eyes Erik his expression still dark and brooding:: No, I think I'd rather not.
<Emma`> If Alex doesn't play, I'll try.
<Reynard> ::bounces a ball up and down on his racquet, waiting for a fourth, unless they're going to do a 2 on 1 thing...::
<Erik> ::low tone, to Alex:: Perhaps you would be better to take your mind off of your worries and enjoy a moment of peace and health while you can.
<Kurt> ::adjusts his grip on the racquet, waiting relatively patiently::
<Reynard> ::shrugs and knocks the ball towards Remy::
<Remy> ::moves and returns the ball, hitting it towards kurt::
<Remy> 'bout time!
<Kurt> ::takes a few steps back to intercept the ball, hitting it back at Remy with a light swing::
<Alex> ::Looks over at Erik:: If I wanted to take my mind off my worries, it wouldn't be playing tennis.
<Remy> ::sends the ball back right in between Rey and Kurt::
<Reynard> Mine! ::calls out to kurt as he heads for the ball to knock it back to the opposite side of the court in relation to Remy::
<Erik> Oh? ::questioning look at Alex, waiting for further response:: ((The boy never seems to relax..))
<Kurt> ::having tensed up slightly, but luckily didn't move.. backhands really suck, anyway::
<Alex> I don't particularly care for sports. ::Doesn't say anything further, sticking to his spot in the shade::
<Remy> ::runs to try and return the ball.. quickly picks himself up and runs back towards the middle of the court::
<Kurt> ::jogs forward, hitting the ball fairly hard::
<Remy> ::dives for the ball, just barely missing it:: Damnit!
<Emma`> ::Watches the game, intently.::
<Kurt> ::backs up to where he was standing before, smirking slightly::
<Remy> Alright.. dat's it. I was jus' playin' wit' ya'll.. ::pulls off his shirt, throws it Emma's way, goes to retrieve the ball, throws it back to Kurt::
<Erik> ::silent, sips at a glass of lemonade:: ((Charles would have been a much better mentor to these children... I hardly know what to say to them.. how to get them to lower their own walls..))
<Emma`> ::Smirks.:: Are you excepting me to clean your laundry Remy? ::She calls out coyly.::
<Remy> ::smirks back at her:: Never cherie.. a souvenier?
<Kurt> Playing, huh? ::grabs the ball, waiting until Remy's not distracted before serving it towards him::
<Remy> ::turns towards Kurt::
<Kurt> ::watches Remy walk off, with a bit of a frown:: ..Ach.. this was a bad idea, nicht war?..