It was a brilliant plan, really. And a simple one, for that matter. The island didn't have any actual sports teams aside from the cheer squad, and Jean had a football (not soccer, as she continued to insist it be called) and a dream.
Well, it wasn't so much a dream as it was one of those insane notions that people tended to get from time to time that usually led to them finding themselves in entirely over their heads, possibly with an angry mob involved by end of the day. Or maybe monsters. Monsters didn't seem terribly unlikely, either. But Jono would put his money on the mob, just because he didn't like the odds on the monsters thing on an island like this one.
Either way, it all had to start with posters.
//If yer let me sneak the word 'footie' onto one of the posters somewhere, I won't even complain about all of the glitter, gel.//
It was an adventure!
[For the ginger! And for the roomie, if he so desires, 'cause he lives here and all.]
- Room 408, Sunday Evening