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Cathal C Myles
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Originally Posted by emjay  Kendra couldn't say she was exactly an avid bowler. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she went bowling. Before Noémi was in school, probably. But she was all for having the new year orientation at the bowling alley even if it wasn't really her thing. It was nice and casual for new people to feel comfortable. She probably just wouldn't do any actual bowling as she wouldn't be able to add much to her team's score. Still, she chose one of the purple team shirts and looked for those she'd be joining.
Oh Merlin, people really were all over the place. It was difficult to tell who was on what team even with the shirts as not everyone had grouped up yet and were still mingling. But the first person she came across with a purple shirt was making himself known.
"Well, Theophilius Darcy, it appears that we're on the same team," she said with a perfectly polite smile. "And I'm sure your almost professional score will balance out my paltry occasional bowler score. Kendra Jordan-Durand," she added in way of introduction. But he probably already knew that. Everyone knew who the department heads were, didn't they? Well, if they didn't, they should. And she was doing her best not to look too long at the greasy stains on his shirt because they were disgusting and she was really trying not to be rude.
Yes! Bowling! This was his game! Well, Gobstones was Milo's game, really, but there were many parallels between gobstones and bowling for him to enjoy the strategy and gameplay of it all. Or at least that's what he told himself. He pulled on a black shirt because the pun was hilarious and because he planned on getting strikes, so the choice was obvious.
And the first person he saw in the same shirt was a woman who appeared about his age, maybe a few years younger. "Heyyy, same shirt, same team!" he said with a grin, giving her finger guns. Might as well get to know his teammates. "I'm Milo, by the way." Black shirt in her hand, Bertie looked around for any familiar faces, finding none just yet. She should probably try to find her department head at some point, proof of life or something along those lines.
Having a cup of coffee together would've been a much better way to get to know your new colleagues, Bertie thought as she eyed the snacks and drinks. Did anyone over the age of 18 actually eat these things?
Bertie did her very best to hide a grimace when a man approached her and did finger guns. Finger guns. Really? Maybe she should've stayed in Brazil, there were far less people to bother you in the middle of a rain forest after all. Except for that dreadful Spanish boy. But, she reminded herself, this was not Brazil and everyone had to get a proper job eventually. So she nodded at the man, Milo, and extended a hand to shake. "Alberta. Same team, wonderful." At least someone seemed excited about bowling.
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