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[If you have a keen nose or happen to be passing by the spaceship, if might become apparent that someone's spent the better part of the day baking with maple syrup. (Adversely, if you happen to be inside the spaceship, chances are good you've already found the freshly baked stash of maple cookies big enough to feed the Royal Canadian Air Force (circa 1946, though) and are stuffing your American face.)
Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.
It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.
What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]
Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.
It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.
What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]
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You're getting there. Let's see if you can catch it and throw it back this time.
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W-well, okay...
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It's only been--no more than fifteen minutes for me...
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[Managing to make the next one more like an actual catch-and-throw.]
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It sounds like fun.
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[She overcompensates for the distance and goes all sword-smacking on it again.]
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I remember that. It's gotten more to be a whole community thing in the last hundred years or so, for me, though.
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So three hundred years for me... [So behind everyone, sigh.]
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[She flusters a bit, fairly characteristically for modern!Lithuania were she from then.]
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[You modern nations and your modern technology get off her lawn etc]
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