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[cbucsrule]

A long time ago on a different rock floating through space, four members of the Delphi Pythons -- the University at Delphi's pyramid team -- did a little P.R. work at a college fair. Had a table set up to talk pyramid and pyramid opportunities to prospective students. It was a pretty good day, as Sam recalls, and while no one who approached him or his teammates was a stranger to the concept of pyramid, they still got to do a lot of explaining, have a lot of laughs, and do more than a little showing off.

Today's even better, because this is gonna be their league run under their rules. And even better than that, the day's got two of the best forward guards left in the known universe talking up the game they both love. They've got a couple game balls with them (strictly for advertising purposes) and a hand-written poster by the table.

END-OF-THE-UNIVERSE PYRAMID LEAGUE
Bored with the usual? Looking for something to do to pass your time? Want to get in shape or if you're already there, stay in shape? Got a good arm? Good endurance? Love contact sports? Want to kick ass and have your own ass kicked in turn? Then you're our man or woman. Sign up now. Training and equipment provided.

"It's probably overkill," Sam admits to Kara, "but at least it's not a hard sell, right?"



[OOC: Got questions? Want to sign up for the league? Just want to chat? Ask Starbuck or Sam or both. The post is open forever, man. Forever.]

ETA: Thanks, you guys, and if you haven't done it yet feel free to drop in and sign up from now until the end of time.

[Tag: Sam Anders, Leo Fudou, Tommy Gavin, Kit Walker]

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[ihavemyflaws]

"Sam, we're at the end of the frakking universe." She raises an eyebrow. "What's overkill?"

Nodding toward the bar, she wets her lips. "You want an ambrosia before we get started?"

[cbucsrule]

"Frak yeah, baby. You buying?" He's just kidding, runs a hand through her hair because he can. "Thanks."

He's not sure they're gonna get enough people for a league, but he knows a few people here who like playing ball. A few people besides the two of them, that is.

They'll see. No matter what, it'll be fun.

[raptorcanaria]

"You even have to ask?"

Dinah's got grease on her arms, but her hands are newly wiped clean. Someone's rediscovered her bikes.

[OOC: Both if possible?]

[cbucsrule]

"Our first victim." With a laugh he rubs his hands together, rolls the pen and signup sheet over toward Dinah. "Hey, Dinah, this is Kara Thrace. Kara, Dinah... yeah. Dinah whose last name I can't remember."

Oops.

"Kara's a way better ball player than me, Dinah, so watch out around her. Just a tip."

[makesthings]

(OOC: Both please.)

Sam's just finished attending a state dinner when he finds Milliways and he smiles as he spots the sign,

"Hello. I want to play again."

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, man." His grin widens; he reaches over to shake Sameth's hand. "The man we couldn't have done without. Glad to see you. Hey, Kara, this is the other Sam. Sameth, if you want to keep the names separate, he's the one who built the cages for the backstops. Amazing work, man, amazing. Sam, this is my friend Kara."

He hands over the signup sheet and pen.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Huh.

Ellen's only here through the magic of Millitime; this is obviously sometime before she leaves with Michael Westen and Nicholas Wolfwood. She's also curious, because why not.

She'll remember there are people here in a minute.

[ihavemyflaws]

Arms folded on the table in front of her, Kara raises her eyebrows and smiles.

"Can I interest you in some pyramid?" She holds up a ball. "Nothing like some mostly friendly competition with the good folks at the end of the universe."

[boston_bruiser]

Oh. Lookee here. A signup sheet.

Voodoo'll just pen in the neatest, most legible V ever in a blank spot.

[cbucsrule]

Now there's walking trouble. At least he doesn't look as hung over as last time they talked.

"Voodoo, man. Glad to see you. That gas mask training pay off for you, you think?"

He turns to Kara. "This guy could probably take us both on and stand a chance at winning. You've gotta watch out for him. Meet Voodoo. Voodoo, meet Kara."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Nah," Dean says easily, making his way over toward the table.

"The hard sell'd be if you started twisting arms. And if you're plannin' on doing that in here -- I'm gonna go stand over there, okay?"

His grin suggests he's kidding.

His grin turns to something a little more appreciative as he looks at Sam's partner-in-crime, however.

What? Starbuck is smokin' hot. Sue him.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey, Dean. There's a couple things I might be tempted to do in here, but twisting arms? Not my style, man."

He lets his hand fall to Kara's thigh; his smile widens. "How the frak you been? How's the extermination business?"

And where are his manners? "Kara, this is Dean. Dean, Kara, the other pyramid player here at the end of the universe."

[the_less_perfect]

[Let's go with both!]

"Everything completed for it, then?" Leo asks mildly as he approaches. "That took surprisingly little time."

[cbucsrule]

"Leo, man, you have no frakking idea. We wouldn't be anywhere near ready if it wasn't for your help." His and Sameth's, and a lot of sweat equity doing the rest of it. "Have you and Kara met?" His favorite Viper pilot gets an appreciative glance, and he's not sure if Leo's gonna play or not, but they'll take everyone they can get.

Everyone.

[katyafeline]

Love contact sports?

That phrase alone is guaranteed to at the very least catch her attention.

Never mind she hasn't played an actual organized sport since before Stalin was in power.

[ihavemyflaws]

Kara holds up the sign-up sheet and wiggles it enticingly.

"Preferred sport of my home planet." And most of the other colonies. "Perfect for letting out all your frustrations. Doesn't get much more hands-on than pyramid." She arches her eyebrows. "And everyone knows pyramid players have more fun."

[ellectrical]

"What is it?"

Elle's staring at the sign, rather than Sam or Starbuck. There's a whole lot of words there which would be tangled and complicated in her mind even if Pyramid were a sport in her universe.

[cbucsrule]

"Hey."

Someone he doesn't know: he stands, offers his hand for a shake. "Pyramid? It's a team sport. We're trying to get enough people interested so we can have a couple teams. Get a little friendly competition going, all in the name of sport."

Man, she is fixated on the sign.

"I'm Sam, and this is Kara."

[gavin62truck]

Mirrored sunglasses, leather jacket, jeans -- not how Kara had first seen Tommy. The main reason he's even approaching the table is because of her. The poster is a distant second, as he barely reads what's on it after the bold print; the guy sitting next to her is neither here nor there.

"Hey, Kara, how's it goin'?"

He nods with some politeness at the man, keeping his shades on.

[ooc: both!]

[ihavemyflaws]

Well, if it isn't the cockiest civil servant she's met here. The jacket's nice. Her eyes don't linger on the jeans, but it does look like he's only got one pair of pants on.

"Somebody's off duty." She flashes an easy grin. "I'm good."

(She's okay.)

"How's the firefighting business?"

[theresnodoor]

Everything about that advertisement sounds fantastic. Fantastic.

The sports part is a little questionable, but she's not too worried about that.

"How do you play?" Rachel asks, once she's finished reading the poster.

[cbucsrule]

More new blood: fantastic. He gives her his regulation team captain smile.

"You play with your heart, man." That's the best way to describe it, but because that's something only he understands -- or maybe Kara does too -- he shakes his head at himself and goes for details. "Five players to a team, triangular court with goals on the corners. The object is for your team to get this ball" -- he holds out the pyramid ball for her inspection -- "into the goal without being blocked or tackled by the opposing team. That's it in a nutshell."

She looks like she could be agile and focused enough to play. Young, but that never stopped a single person from playing pyramid, as far as he knows.

"You interested? We're gonna do more extensive training once we get people signed up. Familiarize everyone with the detailed rules and all that good stuff."

[oldjunglesaying]

[ooc: whoever's convenient!]

The door has picked Kit up from the Skull Cave - again - but at least he has a shirt this time, if not necessarily shoes. He actually manages to blend into the crowd of patrons in Milliways for once, courtesy of not being in uniform.

But then there's a sign, and Kit is a sucker for signs.

"See, now I have to ask."

[ihavemyflaws]

"Mission accomplished."

Kara offers up a big grin.

"Pyramid: pet sport of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. It's a team game at heart, usually five starting players on each side. You've got a triangular court" -- she draws it in the air with her index fingers -- "with goals at each point. The object of the game is to score as many points as possible while keeping the assholes -- I mean nice folks -- on the other team down.

[a1enzo]

"Pyramid league? This is sports, and not a business scam, right?"


[OOC: Good for either or both!]

[cbucsrule]

He looks at the kid, looks at Kara, looks back at the kid. He's pretty sure none of them look like business scammers, but he's never run one of those a day in his life and wouldn't even know where to start.

"Pure sport, fresh from the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. We've been putting together the equipment out back and figured why hoard it? Why not share it with everyone?"

He tries hard not to stare, but the kid's green. Looks strong enough, but... green's a little hard to get past, even at this place.

Be nice, Sam, he tells himself.

"You interested in knowing more? We can use every player who signs up, promise you that."

[feminine_menace]

"What's pyramid?" The young woman asking this question (and looking at the poster) is dressed in a black, orange, and blue coverall. She smells faintly of asphalt and exhaust.

[cbucsrule]

"What's pyramid? You've gotta be kidding." He shakes his head -- just joking -- and gives the lady a smile. "It's only the best sport in the universe."

Bold claim to stake and he knows it, but hey, if he can't sell his own godsdamn game, he's got no business playing it.

"Premier team contact sport, coming to you courtesy of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, in the Cyrannus system. By way of introduction. You want the basics in a nutshell?"

Yeah, she looks like she could play. She could play easy with that kind of build. In fact, she reminds him a little of Barolay.

[hadyougoing]

Ava, as a matter of course, reads signs, fliers and posters in the bar. The more you know!

"Oh, I am all about this."

Except for how she has historically not been much of a jock.

[ihavemyflaws]

Maybe this is someone else Sam has lured into a game already. Apparently he does it all the time.

Kara holds out a pen and gestures at the sign-up sheet. "Then let's get you signed up."

[noattachments]

Once she spots the sign by the table, there's no question in her mind.

She does actually take the time to read the smaller print on the sign as she approaches the table, but there's nothing there to stop her from offering up a smile and picking up a pen once she's there.

"I hear you've got a professional."

[cbucsrule]

"And I hear you've got a great arm and liked the game so much you couldn't stay away."

So what if he's laying it on a little thick? The great arm part, that's no lie. She got the hang of it pretty much right away and she listened to his whole story. That's at least two points in her favor, and no one's even keeping score yet.

"You gonna join up, or do I have to twist your arm?"

He's just kidding, just kidding. Just having a little bit of fun. It's the end of the frakking universe, and that kind of thing is definitely allowed.

[headed4hell]

Bored with the usual?

Want to kick ass and have your own ass kicked in turn?

Sounds tailor made for Grace. She saunters by the table, reading the sign out of the corner of her eye, and immediately saunters back. Her dusty cowboy boots scuff the bar floor, and she hooks a thumb in a belt loop of her tight, faded jeans.

"Hell. Sign me up," she says, grinning at the sign, the balls, the man and woman sitting at the table. "Need references?"

Surely Castiel would tell them she's a team player.

(If she twisted his arm enough.)

[ihavemyflaws]

Now that's exactly the kind of reaction Kara was hoping for.

She pushes forward the sign-up sheet and then holds out a pen in invitation. "No references required" -- a grin stretches across her face -- "but if you've got some we'd love to hear about them."