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[Finally, after all this time! Mulder has found that much-desired basketball. He's in luck too, as it's well-inflated, not a sign of wear or tear on it. Too many times, he's come across half-deflated or otherwise messed up ones. But this one is perfect. It's as if there's finally some compensation for all the usual rounds of disappearances and so on. He's really needed this. He starts dribbling the ball right as he leaves the shop and continues bouncing the thing everywhere he goes throughout the day. It can also be heard in the background of his voice transmission.]

Does anyone have any unique birthday traditions they care to share? I wonder how similar these traditions might be between the worlds... Let's just say I'm curious, for purely theoretical reasons.

...By the way, is there anyone out there who'd be up for shooting some hoops or even getting together a pick-up game of basketball? Of course, we'd actually need to throw together a hoop somehow first, but minor details! If you've never played before, I promise I'll go easy on you.

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[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Ah, timeine differences in expressions. Mulder keeps on him.]

It's a way of saying they're really great numbers, if you were on a team you'd wear them on your shirt. An identifying mark while you're all running around playing.

[all7seas]

What's YOUR number, then?!

[Jack tries to dive past the other man's guard and go in for that layup.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

I went through all kinds of numbers growing up, various teams... I'd love to have 42.

[A little wry sort of grin at that. Still keeping on that defense, though it looks like Jack's got a good opening for that shot...]?

[all7seas]

[A layup, then! He sinks the basketball and yells in triumph.]

Where's your 42 now, Mulstin?!

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm just getting warmed up!

[Definitely the challenge Mulder was after! He goes for the ball, next.]

Keep this up though and maybe you could have your own number too.

[all7seas]

Just so long as it's not eleven! [Once more, Jack is on the defensive. He tries to position himself so as to block the best path to the basket, but stays on his toes just in case.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

And what did the number eleven ever do to you?

[Mulder keeps his footwork going, and steps things up as he starts closing in and getting to a good spot to shoot...]

[all7seas]

Whaddaya mean, what did it DO to me? Everyone knows it's rotten luck!

[Jack whirls and tries to BLOCK that shot!]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

Really? So is eleven the new thirteen? Or should that be thirteen technically becoming the new eleven...

[BLOCKED! Mulder races to recover the ball.]

[all7seas]

[And Jack just stands there, delighted with himself and not quite understanding the rules.] I've no idea. But I'm quite excellent at this, aren't I!

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[He bounces and recovers form before taking a shot and watching it sink.]

You see, that life of piracy has really paid off in more ways than one.

[all7seas]

Your aim is rather brilliant, you know, for a law-enforcement type. [So many soldiers had fired at Jack over the years; none had ever managed to hit him. Not once.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

Some of us G-men know how to shoot straight. I'll take that as a complement.

[Even if half the time the things he's shooting at are magically immune to bullets or just that supernaturally fast. ...Or they're RVs.]