OOC Note 2: English Translation of "Omugabe" is "Prince."
Omugabe Kato sat there, rubbing his eyes, feeling perfectly fine. A night of drinking and partying hadn't stopped this young Prince from feeling energized. My my, the college days. It was a good thing, being an athlete at the actual Olympics. You can enjoy yourself to your fullest off the court, while still being able to give it your all, aka 110%, while you're on the court.
On the ship, where he had slept every single night since his arrival in the Twin Cities, had a nightstand right next to him, with a Busukuma AC branded alarm clock. But when he looked to his right- he saw a sleeping woman. And to his left, he saw another sleeping woman. His first hint to...
"HOLY SHIT!" Omugabe Kato yelled, springing upwards. The two women in his bed looked up at him, rubbing their own eyes. One giggled and smiled, as the other turned over. Omugabe Kato looked at where his nightstand should have been, and looked at the pink walls of the room. The PlayToy Mansion was one hell of a place. And his heart sank when he realized where he was. The Prince sprang out of bed, brushed his teeth real quick, and then grabbed his phone to call his brother.
He didn't need to, because Omugabe Ssemanda came bursting into his room. "DUDE- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!" Said Omugabe Ssemanda. "Didn't we agree we were gonna get back on the jet at 3 AM? Be back on the ship by 5 AM? What the hell happened to our plan..."
"Dawg, we must have fucking fell asleep." Omugabe Kato said. "Dude, we have a match in four fucking hours and we're 700km away. We need to move. The private jet can make sure we land between 9:30 and 10, and we can get a limo escort. Straight to the arena for us."
"Dude, what's our cousin gonna say?" Omugabe Ssemanda said this, and his younger brother did not answer. They both gulped as they were nearly galloping out of the PlayToy Mansion, calling a rental car to take them to the private airfield, pronto. When they finally got into the rental car, they saw the usual army of police officers camped out at the PlayToy Mansion, on Her Imperial Majesty, Christine II's, orders.
"Alright, here goes nothing." Omugabe Kato got out his phone, and started dialing. Couldn't suspend a member of a 4 man team when it's only 3v3, right? "Hey, cuz...."
Omugabe Lallo had ended their film session early, at 10:30 AM. He was a player-coach, a rare thing at this level of competition, no matter what the sport was. In fact, in Prescott, they had an actual coach. But when Head Coach Nwoye Onyekachi retired after those Games, because he felt he couldn't 'control his players' (read: too much partying), they decided to control themselves. It is hard to establish authority over players when you are just a regular civilian, and your entire roster consists of literal Princes, of course- one of whom is destined to be a future King.
So they just put the oldest of them on the team as the captain and coach. And Lallo had done a good job. While all three of his cousins were ahead in the line of succession, he was indeed the oldest among them, so they accepted his authority, more, to a degree. "Ok, we did good today. The knockout stages, of course, start in 25 hours- we've got the early game, at 11:30." Omugabe Lallo told his three cousins. "We're gonna take the rest of the day off. Relax and recover as you wish. I, for one, am going to go hang out with my lady, Johannie." And with that, Omugabe Lallo was off.
That left the three brothers, the three sons of the heir to the throne- Omugabes Ssekamanya, Ssemanda, and Kato. "What are you guys gonna go do?" Said Omugabe Ssekamanya.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna hit up our spa on the cruiseliner." Ssekamanya said. "True recovery." Ssekamanya was much more of an introvert, which was a rare quality in this Royal Family. Filled with extroverts, which was a good fit- a life for the public spotlight. "See ya guys." He didn't even give his brothers a chance to follow, as he was gone.
"What are we gonna do?" Asked Kato to Ssemanda.
"Well, remember when Amadou Secka hit us up?" Ssemanda said. And they remembered. The night was supposed to be basketball night at the PlayToy Mansion. Obviously they had told Secka no, they had somewhere to be, film at night, early bed, and game in the morning.
"I mean... We could make it." Kato said.
"Should we?" They both wanted to go, but both were too nervous. "Man, it's a 6 hour train ride away."
"The next train leaves at 11:30. We're in the city by 6. At the mansion by 6:30." Kato said.
"But we've gotta get back, don't we?" Asked Ssemanda.
"No." Kato replied. "I mean, yes. But we can get the private jet flown from Banija to Quebec while we're there, and then get it to fly us back to the Twin Cities. We leave at 3 AM."
Ssemanda thought about it- but then realized, you only live once. "Yeah, fuck it- let's go." The brothers grinned, fist pounded, and flew into their cabins, grabbing their stuff so they could leave. They would have one hell of a night at the PlayToy Mansion...