If they still had Kodaks. Or cameras to spare, digital or otherwise.
It's an easy trot up to the bullpen, Rabbit's halligan jostling against the side of his pack. It, along with the rest of the field, looks like it's in need of a groundskeeping crew - with nobody to attend to it, the dirt around the practice mounds has clumped together in an unsightly scene. To their front is a nondescript door, solid blue in color.
"This must be it. Direct shot to the tunnels around the stadium. We just follow the signs for the clubhouse."
Voodoo tries it. Locked.
"-yup, figures."
He reaches around to take the halligan in both hands - then just as he's about to swing for the fences on the doorframe, he turns to Lindianne, hand held out in a fist.
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If they still had Kodaks. Or cameras to spare, digital or otherwise.
It's an easy trot up to the bullpen, Rabbit's halligan jostling against the side of his pack. It, along with the rest of the field, looks like it's in need of a groundskeeping crew - with nobody to attend to it, the dirt around the practice mounds has clumped together in an unsightly scene. To their front is a nondescript door, solid blue in color.
"This must be it. Direct shot to the tunnels around the stadium. We just follow the signs for the clubhouse."
Voodoo tries it. Locked.
"-yup, figures."
He reaches around to take the halligan in both hands - then just as he's about to swing for the fences on the doorframe, he turns to Lindianne, hand held out in a fist.
"Rock-paper-scissors to bust the lock?"