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[lastczarnian]

[[ From Here ]]

Lobo opens the door to his room for Cassie; it is a pleasant surprise for most people, that his room is not a total mess, big nice couch, big nice bed, a TV, or something very similar to a TV, a closet, and a fridge. Simple, but enough for him.

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[janetsdaughter]

Cassie's not completely shocked that the room's not a wreck, but she is pleased by it. The room is pretty much what she expected. She looks around. "Nice."
Pointing to the TV-ish thing, "Is that where we watch?"

[lastczarnian]

"Yeap. Hypernet rig and a hi-def screen." Lobo turns it on, selecting channel 915, and english for the idiom. Usual sports banter while the teams enter the 120-yard bowl-shaped playing field. All humanoid, but several species of aliens...

[janetsdaughter]

Cassie sits down on the couch, watching the screen intentely. She looks at the aliens with vague interest, but she is more focused on figuring out the game.

[lastczarnian]

It seems rather simple. They start at the center, and there are two round goals at opposite ends. Each time one guy catches the ball, the floor under him changes color in a 20-yard circle...