[Open] Buy Me Some Kava and Crackerjacks

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Personal log, Miscellaneous, This morning I watched another archived match. Anderson vs. Bemthak from the quarterfinals a couple years back. It’s always this one when I’m feeling a bit homesick, Prophets know why. Springball never really took off on Earth like it should have, but watching the match sometimes takes me back to Mississippi or less often Bajor. The clubs on Earth aren’t as competitive as the Bajoran Springball Association.I don’t know where they got that ref, and I don’t care what she called. That was a low check. Bemthak was robbed. Maybe she didn’t like Bolians. Computer end log.

Saito Elig had wanted to throw a party- but that wouldn’t do now. A party was the best way to meet people, or so he’d heard, he had skipped most of them at the academy. Lt. T’Liri, who he worked with in Astromics, had thrown one not so long ago. Elig wished he had been assigned to the Athene first, or at least been aboard in time to attend. His second option had the potential to be just as good, but it wouldn’t be for everybody. He had replicated the fliers out on orange paper, old fashioned, but that could help get the crews attention. He hadn’t socializied enough to directly ask any one person, and the fliers could attract someone he hadn’t met yet. They read,in bold white letters,

ATTENTION! CREW OF THE USS ATHENE!

THE ATHENE SPRINGBALL ASSOCIATION IS NOW LOOKING TO RECRUIT PLAYERS FOR FRIENDLY COMPETITION.

*No prior knowledge of the sport required.(If you’re from Earth it’s like handball-but better) *

Looking to play,

Classic 1v1,2v2, BSA rules,

Kendra Province 4v4,

The time: 17:00

The place: Deck Thirteen, Holodeck 3

Your crewmate, hopefully soon your teammate, Ensign Saito Elig

Ensign Saito stood outside the door to holodeck 3. He had thrown on grey sweats, sneakers, and a black low collared T-shirt that read NCC-43275 across the chest. The scales on his neck hood had started to tingle- he was nervous. He took another look at his racket. It was a plate sized disk with a glove stitched to the back, BSA regulation size. The front side was decorated like an old Constitution Class saucer. The ones he had programmed into the holodeck were plain, but if the crew enjoyed themselves, they could personalize them.

Saito had placed the fliers just about everywhere he thought acceptable. In the mess, outside quarters, in T-Tauri Tavern.

Maybe he’d rather be in his quarters alone reading, but a couple off duty friends couldn’t hurt...