[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]High Hopes [Open]

[Sundance]

(Clarifying, Bee has one ball, Suni has three)

Sundance smiled at the implication her juggling skills were magic. She took it as a compliment to millennia spent practising the motions. She honestly expected the scout to pick up the basics quickly, Bee seemed adaptable and adept.

“Yah! Basically maximum airtime, minimum hand contact. I’ll break it down for ya.” Sundance caught a ball with her free hand and placed it in her lap, and quickly added a second so that she had exactly one ball in motion.

“Throw the ball up with one hand, catch with the other, and then pass straight back to the first.” Sundance demonstrated the motion herself so that the ball went up and across, up and across, up and across in a very rough circular motion.

“That’s the flight path you want to take. When you have more balls in motion, you have to have quicker hands and more consistent motion.” Sundance demonstrated the next step by picking up one ball from her lap and now moving two through their path. Though she had practised for eons, she still made mistakes, and her recent injuries were more than inconvenient. So even with the simplest of two ball juggling, she fumbled.

The wayward ball landed not in a waiting palm as intended, but to the outside, glancing off the thumb and bounding to the floor towards Unit74. The ball was made of plas-mel, a sort of rubberised metal. It had average elasticity and bounced only a couple of times before slowly rolling away.

“Well fluff! Would you like a go 74? Or is that dispenser needing a whack?” Sundance indicated the now freely available ball, closer to Unit74 than anyone else.

[Bumblebee]

The chipper assurances from the Minicon were met with a bob of his helm, and a gentle refocus of his optics that could only signal the fact that he was smiling. He was always a little too hard on himself, if only because he didn't want to mess up and disappoint anyone - not even those who were newer to the base like Unit 74.

--Thank you.--

He wasn't sure why he felt the need to say that, but- he said it anyway. Perhaps at this early hour, the compliment from the tiny mech had hit him harder than it normally would've, or the fact that it sounded so sincere made him realize, if only for a moment, to stop doubting himself.

Turning his attention back to Sundance as she began explaining just what he was supposed to do, and he'd nod as he listened, keeping his focus on just what she was doing. It sounded simple enough, it seemed simple enough - just catching a ball, how hard could that be, right? But when there were others in the equation, maybe it'd be a little trickier.

He wouldn't respond out loud, though would nod again, showing he understood - and momentarily his focus would shift to the single ball in his servo. Throwing it up with his right hand, he would catch it with his left - it was probably evident by the speed at which he caught it that he favored his left hand, though the difference when he repeated the motion with his right would be minuscule at best.

It seemed he was having an easier time of it than Sundance – though granted he wasn't dealing with multiples – and his optics narrowed slightly in gentle concern as she fumbled. Maybe it was too early for this kind of thing, he certainly wasn't quite awake enough for anything too complex (even if it seemed like fun!), and as such would turn to note where the ball had landed, listening to the femme as she spoke.

Oh, right- yeah. Unit 74 had been grappling with the dispenser when he'd arrived, and things had derailed pretty quickly into juggling. Not exactly a bad thing, though he didn't want to deprive anyone of their morning ration, especially this early when they could take a moment to relax and actually enjoy it before everyone else woke up.

--We can get you a cube, if you want!-- he chirped. --I know the dispenser is a little temperamental at times…-- his free servo moved to rub the back of his neck, taking note of where the wayward ball had settled.