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Simon Yu

The locker room of St. Avarice Arena is cramped and fluorescent, floored with a queasy peachlike material. There’s only one room. It’s a coed sport.

It’s hard to care about mere nudity when you’re preparing for Electric Magnajoust.

Simon Yu (#0) restraps his neodymium footbrakes, worried that they might be wobbling, and also that Imani Rhodes (#17) isn’t speaking to Lucie Corner (#30).

“At least stop by her sendoff,” he says.

Imani Rhodes shakes her head. “Game tape to watch.”

“Electric Magnajoust isn’t everything,” says Simon Yu quietly.

“Yes,” says Imani Rhodes, “it is,” steps onto the launch rail, and vanishes.