IR Day 13 - A new week

Back in action. It wasn’t a bad weekend, but you do not mind getting back to camp accommodations. FUTA has changed a little while you were away: the cabins have been improved with nice little touches that make you feel slightly more like celebrities, even if you still have no privacy. The grounds have become fancier; larger stands are in place, FUTA signs and imagery are everywhere, and the TV show infrastructure is more firmly in place.

Tiff gets you back to work, and you’re motivated. You enjoyed your weekend because of Ingrid, not because of loser camp. You enjoyed it in spite of loser camp. You spend all morning on the field, roleplaying different scenarios. Tiff runs everyone extra hard because she knows that practice time and field time is limited. FUTA doesn’t want perfect soccer; the viewers aren’t tuning in for soccer. They want messy action and just… messiness. And they’re going to get it, but you still need your girls to win.

Unfortunately, your teamwork is in danger. There’s a new rule: the weekly MVP, judged by Moxxi and Lulu, will take over as team captain. So a couple of your players, mainly Lara, are looking to stab you in the back and grab some of the spotlight. You aren’t sure how you feel about that. You wouldn’t mind not being captain, but at the same time, you have a bit of pride.

You hit the showers after practice, where there’s a sense of preoccupation. No jokes, no flirting. Sam isn’t even trying to give Lara a sly handjob or anything.

“Sorry,” Sheva says as she bumps past you, and you reflexively look as she walks away. She’s gorgeous and her wet, naked body is perfect, but you can’t look at any girl and not just think that you’d rather be looking at Ingrid.

You don’t know Blue Team’s schedule for the week; she could be anywhere.

You see her at lunch with her team, but the vibe seems tense. She looks cute in her blue shorts and white top. It looks like she’s forgetting to wear sunscreen. Do they not have the sun in Sweden?

You text her about that, and you manage to coordinate a little meetup later in the afternoon in the gym building. She shows up covered in sweat. So she just came from the field. She’s self-conscious about that, but you pull her in for a kiss anyway. She kisses you back, and you have to be an adult about this. You don’t let it get out of hand.

“Are you OK?” you ask her.

“My team is so,” she begins, but stops.

“What’s wrong?”

She rolls her eyes, frustrated. “Everyone wants to be captain.”

You sigh. “Yeah. That’s happening on my team too. It’s frustrating.”

“They are like children!”

You sigh, putting your arms around her. “Baby,” you say, pointing her head at the FUTA poster on the wall. “That’s what they want from us.”