Sternvogel’s pass is caught by me, and only Og knows why I’m still awake at this hour, perhaps it’s the latent lemur in me-they’re nocturnal, no? In any event, this tired critter kicks the ball in the direction of his bedroom door, and hangs a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign on the knob before become horizontal and enjoying snoritude. :tired-ass smiley:
Feydeau sneaks up on danceswithcats, tries not to wake him, but grabs the ball and heads downfield, where…
…Enterprise sits idly, waiting to be called in to report to his boss. As the call comes to enter, he flings the ball in a tremendous, three-yard throw to…
gardentraveler, who runs to the bus stop with the ball, boards the bus and…
…hands the ball off to twicks, who’s thinking that now those freakin’ lemurs have all gone to bed we might have a shot at pulling up our score a bit. After wiping the albatross dribble off the ball, she lobs it gently to…
…Priceguy, who is a bit miffed that he didn’t get any of that tasty albatross dribble, and randomly tosses the ball away in disgust.
Scott, who logged off to get some actual work done, dips the ball in a vat of albatross droll, really liberaly smearing in on, and tosses it in the direction of the refreshments table.
Eww! twicks touches it, but hopes another Hairy A will be along to, yanno, actually pick it up and get it back in play.
Marque Elf yells at Twicks that he’s not touching that thing with his hands and backheels in the direction of what he hopes is another Hairy A near his team’s goal when…
…Priceguy interferes yet again, savouring that lovely avian saliva. Having leisurely finished this improvised brunch, he falls asleep on top of the ball.
Luckily, his T-shirt absorbs all the drool, so when twicks kicks the ball out from under him – without waking him! what finesse – it’s once again something people who aren’t icky lemurian types are willing to touch. Meanwhile, at the other end of the arc of the booted ball is …
Sternvogel, who is relieved to see that the gap hasn’t narrowed while he slept, ate breakfast, washed the dishes, and got caught up on the thread. Hoping that the action will pick up, he places the ball in a basket, places it on the steps of Lafayette’s Cathedral of St. Mary (hardly comparable to Chartres or St. Basil’s, but a legitimate Catholic cathedral just the same), and hopes the “foundling” will be “adopted” by a Lemur.
Enterprise, having just returned from work, considers it his duty to duly adopt the poor little ball. He tucks him safely into bed at home. But next morning…
Ronin looks up while in class, hearing the beds wailing cry as it feels neglected in the bed. He leaps up, startling his professor as he sprints from the room to fetch the poor unloved Doper ball. He grabs it from the bed and drop kicks it out the window, off the neighbor’s roof, over the power lines, down the interstate, through the tunnel, finally landing in the back of someone’s pickup truck. That someone ends up being…
twicks, who’s astonished to find herself in such a big vehicle. Grabbing the ball she ditches the pickup for her gas-friendly econobox, and vrooms off toward the St. Louis Arch, where…
…Enterprise is waiting, danglling in the middle of the arch hoping to snag the ball, belatedly recognizing that they’ve built the bloody arch somewhere out in the prairie, not crossing the interstate as they should’ve. He therefore shoots twickster 's tires and runs to the stranded vehicle to grab the ball, leaving a couple of bucks for repairs to the cute little car. Meanwhile in St. Louis, he boards a real Mississippi sidewheeler bound south…
…where Feydeau grabs the ball, tucks it into the folds of his Trusty Trench Coat, hops off the sidewheeler (whatever that is), and feverishly catches a train bound for New York. On the way…
twicks, in a trench coat of her own, comes up and whispers something in a very strange Russian accent. The handoff occurs without a hitch, and she disappears down the corridor, only to encounter…
Sternvogel, who isn’t sure what he’s doing in New York nor how he got here, but is sure that the ball he’s placing in a subway car will be claimed at the next stop. As the train screeches to a halt in Harlem, it is boarded by…
…Enterprise, wielding this picture of a Mississippi sidewheeler for Feydeau’s benefit. He pretends to be a fellow agent and is handed the ball, which he turns over to his assistant. Said assisstant, whoever, turns out to be…
