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Who; Jacob Miller & You~! Also some closed things.
What; Handling the Crystals.
Where; Around the City.
When; Any time during the event.
Warnings; Just what might come up in possible memories.

Open to All | City Streets | Street Cleaner

He wore a wool jacket with his usual work pants and loose white shirt as he slowly made his way through the streets. In Jacob's left hand was a broom, his right hand a bag. He tried not to touch the crystals but when he saw one drop to the ground he quickly swept it into the bag. There were enough memories from his life that he didn't want to share and he imagined that others felt the same. It was impossible for him to cover the entire city but any reprieve to those he has come to care about was worth it.

Of course, he had to figure out what to do with the crystals but he'd have time to sort that out. Perhaps he could drop them into the water and let them be hidden by the sea. If they were really likely they'd disappear but Jake had never considered himself lucky. If anything he was unlucky.

He could be found anywhere around the city with his broom and bag. The bag varied in size throughout the day, growing with each hour but it wasn't enough. There were crystals out there and he couldn't do anything about it.

At least he had the broom, should he meet anyone who had bad intentions towards him.

Jake really had the worst luck.

Closed to Yuki | Blue Building B-06 | Finding Memories

He wasn't sure what to think. It was a strange memory but the strangest part was how it made him feel. It wasn't bad… not exactly but it made him realize how much he didn't know Yuki and at the same time, it made him realize how little he shared with Yuki. He understood from a logical perspective but it made him feel uneasy. Things couldn't always be happy and it was these memories that were the most important; it was these memories that should be shared.

Jacob didn't know if Yuki had found any of his memories. He was sure that there were some out there but it was something that the pair should talk about. If this relationship was going to be more than skin deep…

He was scared but knew that it was important that they talk.

Jake stopped outside of Yuki's door, knowing that the young man would be home. It was dinner time but he didn't feel like he could eat. He hoped he wasn't interrupting.

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If the slight furrow of his brow was any indication, Jacob was spot on about their not having football in his world. Sure, children played games. He'd even played with them, both when he was a child himself, and back in Midgar before he'd arrived here, but it was nothing like audiences or professional sports. At least not around Nibelheim or Midgar. There were places, sure, but those were places Cloud had never gone let alone participated.

Well, that wasn't completely true. "So it's a sport." He nodded, catching on. While it had been much more life and death, the arena in Sector 6 was the closest he could come to the feeling. "That's...pretty cool. Congratulations." Did he sound awkward? Most definitely, but he also sounded sincere.

"Yeah." Jacob set his broom against a nearby wall and tied up the bag that he had filled with crystals. There were still hundreds across the city but this bag was full and he'd likely have to dump it before he could continue in his efforts. "Thanks."

"I was really young at the time. I had wanted to go into playing the sport professionally but that didn't happen." He wondered if Cloud's homeworld had people who professionally played sports. It would likely be a strange concept to some places though Jacob couldn't really imagine what those worlds might be like.

"I can tell you the rules if you want. It's a team thing so we can't really play it. It also uses a strange shape ball." How would he describe the ball's shape? "It's like an oval but the ends come to a point."

Jacob reached for his broom and held it over his shoulder.

"Professionally?" Professional sports weren't completely unheard of in Cloud's own world, but they were usually relegated to racing, things like that. There weren't organized sports teams at any rate. "What stopped you?"

It was commonplace enough for Jacob to have thought about it even from a young age, though, so something must have happened, right?

Jacob rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "It wasn't meant to be. I was kidnapped before entering high school. After that things got hectic." He paused and then shrugged again. "In a bad way." He didn't mind talking about it as much as he used too but it usually makes people feel uncomfortable or want to comfort him. He didn't really want to deal with that.

"If I had started in high school I might have been drafted to the college league and then professional." He continued to explain, assuming that Cloud didn't know how one became a professional player.

Cloud couldn't say he'd ever heard of a good way to be kidnapped, but he could also respect the guy didn't want to talk about it.

"Oh, okay." He wasn't following much at all. Professional sports were done that way in his world and he was really out of his depth. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that."

Jacob shrugged. It was a distant part of his past but it was hard to explain his point of view without mentioning it. "It's fine. Maybe I'll try and get enough people here to play a pick up game. If I do, I'll let you know." He'd had to teach anyone willing to play but it'd be fun.

"If you want to give it a try."

"A.pick up game?" He wasn't familiar with the term and it took him a moment to follow along.

"Oh.uh.sure. What not?"

"Yeah. It means that it's unofficial and the rules can be bent so that everyone has a good time." Jacob grinned. He was happy to teach someone about sports.

"Great. I'll let you know if I find anything that will work as a ball." He likely won't find a football but maybe soccer or something that requires a round ball.

"I thought that was the point of games." But if they're played professionally...he still had a hard time wrapping his head around that one.

"Why not ask the...whoever he is, the guy with shop?" He meant the gnome, but his world didn't have such a word.

Jacob looked uncertain. "Guy with the shop..." That was the worst description of anything ever. "I'm assuming you mean the curio shop?" It was a rhetorical question. "Yeah. I could ask him."

He wanted to explain that sometimes games were played for money and other times they were played for fun but he really didn't know how to explain it without confusing Cloud further. In this case, it was best to just let him mind come to its own conclusions.

"Yeah. He gave us this stuff when we showed up." There was something suspicious about that guy, too, but Cloud couldn't quite put his finger on it. "It might be worth a shot."

Cloud knew about games played for money, he and Aerith had become gladiators for a while after all, but something where you kick a ball around? That was new.

"Sounds good. I'll let you know." He'd definitely enjoy playing some of his home sports in the city, even if it was a weird version of them.

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/warp up here?