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Characters: Euphemia and you~
Format: prose, action
This log is: open!
Location: The gym!
Summary: Euphemia realizes she's forgotten how to dance.
Warnings: Will update as necessary!

Euphemia is walking up and down the gymnasium, looking quite lost. On her feet are a pair of ballet slippers. She seems to start to do something before falling back, unsure and dazed. This goes on for quite a while, the girl sighing quietly to herself with every try.

"Ah… how strange…" she says to herself. Though she figures it isn't that strange. After all, bigger chunks of her memories are missing. Euphie frowns, and tries to focus. She closes her eyes, slowly steps forwards. Yes, try to-- to rely on muscle memory, rather than brain memory.

She moves to stand on her toes, taking a few light steps, uneasy and legs quivering. But that ends itself rather quick as she topples over-- possibly onto you! Or the floor, depending, and she falls hard, letting out a squeak of surprise as she does it.

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[Kevin, in that self same gym, is tossing around the basketball in the area around a net with practiced ease. It's not tennis but he likes it all the same. As he dribbles the ball from side to side, he'll suddenly pick it up in both hands, back up to take a shot and-!

Go down as someone lands on him.]

WHA-! [Consequently, that's how his face meets the floor. Not for the first time, certainly, but the meeting is every bit the same as the last.]

[ Euphie lands on top of him, heavy and momentarily stunned. She scrambles off, kneeling beside him instead. ] Oh my, oh my-- I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention, I didn't mean to...

[Stomach still flat on the ground, Kevin ignores the basketball as it bounces away and pushes himself up on his elbows rubbing his abused face.]

Yeah... no problem. [He then glances at Euphie and frowns, obviously not in the best of moods due to the tumble.] You okay?

Ah... I should be the one asking you that. I'm fine. [ You broke her fall......... ] Are you?

[You're a girl, he's a guy. It's like... an unwritten rule that he has to make sure you're okay, or something.]

It's no big deal, I've had guys twice your size fall on me. [Kevin sits up then, bringing his hand away from his face. Apparently, save for a bruise and having the wind smushed out of him, he's fine.]

[ She blushes a little, embarrassed, and holds her hand out to help him to his feet, scrambling to her own. ] I see... thank you. Though I wish our first meeting had been a little more graceful, my name is Euphie, and it's good to meet you.

Kevin. [He eyes the hand for a second, obviously uncomfortable about taking it before doing so anyway and climbing to his feet. One on them, he quickly lets go of her hand and puts them into the pockets of his shorts.

Nothing personal, Euphemia. It's just... he's an immature boy. Also, in his attempt to look elsewhere, he'll notice your slippers.] You were dancing?

[ She pauses, looking him over for a moment before giggling just lightly. Yes, Euphemia knows your type. At his question, she looks to him and then to her feet. ] I was trying... I can't seem to remember how, though.

Can't remember? [He looks up at her then, a bit surprised before a look of understanding crosses his face.] Oh, one of the things they took?

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Sherlock is lost in thought as he wanders past. By the time he notices Euphemia's loss of balance, his only options are catch her or get out of the way. He opts for the first one.

Euphemia squeaks as he catches her, leaned into him heavy.

"Ah! Oh my, I'm so sorry...!"

"Think nothing of it," he says absently. It takes him a moment to really look at her, and another moment after that to set her on her feet again.

She adjusts herself, flustered.

"Thank you," she tells him, smiling. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

He frowns and briefly loses focus again as he answers, "Neither was I."

Whatever is troubling him, it seems to pass after that; he returns her smile, friendly enough if a little late. "So I think we can call that one a draw."

She laughs lightly. "Yes, a draw... it's nice to meet you. I'm Euphie. What's your name?"

"Sherlock Holmes. Euphemia or Euphrosyne?"

"Euphemia," she laughs again. "Sherlock is a lovely name."

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Fletcher is spending some time getting acquainted with the gymnasium. Sports were never his specialty, but as long as it's not anything organized he does enjoy being active. He's dribbling a basketball and nervously eyeing the basket at one end of the court. How was anyone supposed to be able to get this ball through that basket? It was like fifty feet up!

He was distracted, though, by hearing someone fall to the floor nearby. He turned and hurried toward her, dropping the ball. "Are you okay?"

"Oww..." she rights herself, sitting now rather than laying face down. She notices the little boy run her way and smiles a little, embarrassed there was someone around to see her fall. "I'm-- ah, I'm okay. Just... a little flustered."

He's still a bit worried over her, but he relaxes a bit. If she says she's fine...

"Ah-- good." He offers a hand to help her to her feet.

She takes the hand, and immediately flinches back as pain erupts between her eyes. Euphemia makes a little noise in the back of her throat at it, but it quickly fades. Startled and a bit alarmed, she blinks up at him.

"W-what was that?"

"Ow!" He pulls back and puts his other hand to his forehead. Oh, right; he was so worried about her that he forgot.

"The--the warning penalty," he says. "Sorry, I forgot--I can't touch people who have other Players." He sounds very apologetic, for what it's worth.

"Don't worry." Euphemia smiles at him reassuringly. "I'm okay." She folds her legs under her and rises, head tilting just slightly. "Oh! So... you're a player? I wouldn't have expected it... my name is Euphie. What's yours?"

He nods shyly, looking down. "Y-yes, but I haven't fought with anyone... Um, I'm Fletcher. It's nice to meet you."

"It's good to meet you too," she replies. "And... you shouldn't fight if you don't want to. This place isn't very fair, I'm sorry."