There’s not enough people aboard the ship, even including back-of-house, to field an actual miniature baseball league. Still, this ship was built and boh staffed by majority duyvers back when she was made, and their culture brought baseball with ‘em to space. They have a little club, they play little games. The rules have drifted and adapted, so no matter where you learned the game (and the way it’s played in each duy on Duyvel is different, and each of those are different again than the way it’s played offworld, already) you’ll need to relearn it on the Praxis, but it’s still recognizably baseball. You’re hitting a ball and running the diamond, the positions all play more or less the same, it’s traditional to wear little knickerbocker pants and tall socks.
Every duyver in the Inquisition (there’s seven of them, which is kind of a lot, that’s more than from any other one homeworld in this imperium except for Cadia and half the Cadians got hired for/with the Grim Hortons franchise in the mess hall) gets at least invited to the back-of-house’s baseball club (because Thijs knows the guy who runs it). It’s just assumed they’re gonna love baseball. Come on, you grow up in a duy and you join the army: you’re gonna be gay and you’re gonna love baseball, amirite? The Vloer 1 majority mostly grew up playing in their neighborhood Youth Association hall on the regular, being more or less tossed there to keep themselves busy when they weren’t at work or school but their parents were still working. Then you’ve got Aster Idiotking and Maarty, who came out of Vloer 2 and went to magnet schools where they only played baseball once a week on rotation during the daily physical education hour, played their first real games in the army camp during training, and frankly Maarty at least makes a better spectator. He does know how to play rugby, though, if you want to set one of those up.
They could probably pull together a hockey game just from the acolytes if they had a place to play it; one idea Chad has pinned to his inspiration board is to somehow turn one of the empty conference chambers into a big air hockey board and have the players wear big flat sandals to glide on the air the way the disc pucks float on the air hockey board, but he’ll probably end up compromising on convincing everyone to wear buttered flip-flops on a highly polished metal floor







