Volleyball League Practice Catch-all

[bluecastleace]

Who: primarily those who signed up to participate in the Void’s new volleyball league, but anyone and everyone is welcome!
What: volleyball practice for the new Void volleyball league
Where: the underground gymnasium
When: early December
Content Warnings: none yet, but will update if necessary!


((ooc: this log is gonna be used for a few practice sessions, as well as a practice game and other such things! Iwaizumi will be sharing his knowledge with everyone and acting as a coach of sorts until the practice game, so feel free to use the TLs to interact with him, or make your own TLs under the sections to start your own threads with your teammates or others participating! also, if you are not a player but want to be in the audience or are playing another role, feel free to make TLs reflecting that! everyone is welcome (walk/ins included!) If you have questions or want to plot, feel free to add me on Plurk at pantheraliam))

Comments

[realway]

[ ahsoka is here and ready to learn. she absorbs a lot of information given to her by the makeshift coach, takes the drills, and does well with getting the basics down quickly. her previous athletic training pays off here!

except... one problem... ]

Spike!

[ she screams with abandon as she races for the net, jumps in the air, and slams the volleyball down as it comes over to her side.

the good news is she is coordinated enough to not smack anyone in the face, though any other unfortunate bounces that injure are fair game.

the bad news is she keeps doing this multiple times, smiling proudly.

as the old sith saying goes: volleyball is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be... unnatural. ]

[bluecastleace]

[Not to rain on anyone’s parade, but...]

You know, that’s not actually a spike you’re doing when you say that.

Not a proper one anyway. You’re really just blocking.

[He is the makeshift coach. He’d be remiss not to say something, right? However...]

I could show you how to do a real one though. [He grins, and it’s not not a mischievous look.] That is kind of my thing.

[realway]

[ oh? well, that's a little disappointing. but his offer easily perks her up. ]

If I'm not doing it proper, then show me how it's done - coach.

[bluecastleace]

[Being called a coach is something Iwaizumi still isn’t used to (he’s been hearing that a lot today), but it’s not a bad feeling. His grin endures, and he grabs a ball from off the ground, takes a few steps back from Ashoka.]

Will do.

For a proper spike, you need a setter. That’s the control tower of the team.

Typically the ball will come over the net if it’s not blocked, go to someone to receive, then go to the setter to set the wing spiker up for a spike to score a point. [Coach indeed. He seems to love explaining.]

I’m no setter myself, but go stand by the net over there. I’ll do my best to send you a good one, then all you’ve gotta do is send it over like you have been.

[realway]

[ she nods, understanding. he bounces it to her and she delivers the finishing blow. it's certainly a team oriented game with that in mind. ahsoka turns and walks to the spot he pointed her to, rolling back her shoulders to get herself ready. ]

Ok, send it over.

[bluecastleace]

[Iwaizumi walks a few steps down from her, taking position in the middle of the front row where the setter would technically be. It certainly won’t be a perfect set without anyone to throw the initial ball, but he tosses it up in the air himself to try and simulate the experience. When it comes back down he sets it with his finger tips and sends it in her direction. He’s definitely no Oikawa when it comes to setting, but it’s a decent enough set he thinks, and it’ll certainly set her up for a proper spike if she’s paying attention.]

Alright, Ahsoka! Send it over the net! Cream ‘em!

[There’s not actually anyone on the other side of the net, but details. It’s always best to imagine where the ball will be going.]

[realway]

[ ahsoka sucks in her breath just as he sends over the ball. ever eager, her instinct kicks in and she rushes forward to get under the ball. ]

Spike!

[ she shouts, jumping up--

--only for her horned head to collide with the ball. more unintentional headbutt than actual spike. she's sent back down, legs working overtime to bend down and keep her from a bad landing. even then she still stumbles back, the ball bouncing hard on the gym floor a few times before rolling away. ]

Ugh...

[bluecastleace]

Hey, don’t sweat it.

[He stifles a smile so as not to insult her, though it was a pretty amusing scene. Giant horns aren’t exactly a common volleyball issue where he comes from, but it’s just another challenge to overcome. He dips under the net to retrieve the ball, then joins her on her side again.]

Try again. Shake it off and then get in position. Bend your knees, arms up and ready. If you jump and raise your hand above your head quick enough, you’ll meet the ball, got it?