Sporting Goods ((Open))

[Eric Copper]

As Coach Waters left his office to head to the gymn for his afternoon class, he grumbled to himself about the sporting goods company the school had contracted for their needs. He'd ordered a few dozen basketballs. With so many super-powered students, the school went through them faster than the teachers went through chalk. Of course, the company had screwed up again and sent the wrong thing. He'd put the boxes in a corner of the gym so that they'd hopefully be left alone until he had a chance to send them back.

As he stepped into the gym, he halted in his tracks as he saw Eric Copper opening one of the boxes. Great, the students were not supposed to mess with them. "Copper! Get away from those boxes!"

Eric lifted his head, turning towards the Coach with a confused look on his face. "But why, coach?"

"They were sent by mistake. We're sending them back."

"But why?" Eric looked positively devastated. He reached in the now opened box. "They're hula hoops!!" He pulled a hoop out and grinned widely. "I LOVE hula hoops!"

Eric stepped a few feet away from the boxes and started hula hooping. The coach was a bit stunned to see the kid who couldn't throw a ball to save his life keep the hula hoop on his hips with absolutely no problem. "Everybody, look! Hula hoops!" Eric called across the gym to the other students.

The coach let out a sigh. So much for sending them back.

[Glacial Mass]

Glacial had been assigned to playing a one-on-one game of basketball with Sam Stinebrenner. Blocking him was no small challenge.

He'd been keeping his eyes on Eric for the duration of the class. Seeing as their physical capabilities were wildly different, he didn't get to play with him often, but when the opportunity presented itself to, he took it.

He overheard him shout with delight about the hula hoops, and grinned.

Damn it, I love that kid. Sam swiped the ball out from him while he watched Eric hula effortlessly.

Amazing. He once tried to teach Eric to throw a football. Watching Eric try to throw a football was adorably pathetic. It would fly off in the entirely wrong direction and overshoot Glacial, or it would slip right out of his hands and land unceremoniously at Eric's feet.

"Sam, I bet you're good at hula hoops. Let's go over there!"

::Not really,:: Glacial heard.

"Enh. I'm goin'. It'll be fun!"

He darted over to Eric and stood in front of him, smirking. "Hey! You have to show me how to do that!" He grabbed a hula hoop and set it on his waist.

Elsewhere in the gym, a hula hoop orbited Sam's invisible waist with relative ease.