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[makesthings]

The past few days have been tiring, his projects aren't quite doing what he wants and he's feeling rather aware of the space where Kait might once have been. They're thoughts he doesn't like as he knows she doesn't need him at this point and so he goes to set up the pyramid court.

He spends most of the afternoon doing shots and practicing until he's as worn out as if he'd been working in the forge all day. As the light starts to fade, he sets light spells at the top of each backstop and keeps playing until he has just enough energy to put them away.

When its fully dark out, he'll go inside and sit at the counter with a towel, lots of cold water and a big dinner.

Tiny tag: Samuel T. Anders
(OOC: Catch Sam outside at the pyramid court or inside at the counter just let me know where.)

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[cbucsrule]

It's the rattle of the ball in the cage that's like music to his ears. Every day, man, every frakking day, he worked on his throw for hours. From all points at Atlas, that huge frakking arena, the one that's been reduced to rubble back in Caprica City. Doesn't mean he can't carry on in its honor, or just for the frak of it. But morning's his time, just like always. Except he doesn't set the alarm for 5am any more. Back in the day, it was the one way he could catch time to himself there without reporters or observers or critics, without tour groups coming through. He'd be at the stadium by 6 and get a couple hours of practice in before anyone else ever showed up to give his sorry ass a hard time.

Not as easy to catch time with the equipment here as it was before the league started, but he's okay with that. It means people have been having fun.

For as long as he can get away with it, he watches Sameth take shots. Not for scouting purposes, not so much, but just to... observe. To let the other Sam do his thing on his own. Frak yeah, the guy from Team One could use a few pointers, but he won't get them unless he asks. That's the wrong team.

Finally, Sameth calls it a night and starts putting the equipment away and then, then it's time to step out of the shadows.

"Hey, Sam."

[makesthings]

Sameth reaches for his belt and a sword that's not there before he recognizes Sam's voice,

"Oh hello, you surprised me. How long have you been out here?"

[cbucsrule]

"Just a little bit. Ten minutes, maybe." He nods toward the equipment. "So what do you think? How are you feeling about your throw?"

Yeah, a little competition's a healthy thing. Like he keeps telling his own teammates, pyramid's all about strategy, and not all strategy happens on the court during a game.

[makesthings]

"It's getting there. I have to remind myself to not throw the way I would in other sports,"

So far most of the times he missed was when he wasn't really concentrating and fell back on what he knew from cricket or rugby.

[cbucsrule]

One of these days he's gonna have to see some of those other sports.

"I'm lucky. I only ever really played the one game. I didn't ever have to work that shift from one sport to another."

Yeah, this one? It's been his life, comes as naturally to him as... as breathing. Walking. Waking up in the morning.

[makesthings]

"Even in school, it always took a little adjusting but that was routine. It all depended on the time of year,"

He's enjoying learning something new and getting lost in it.

[cbucsrule]

"Good for you, man, good for you for being able to do it."

Eventually, there will be other sports here. He knows there was a baseball league already, and Grace has promised Team Three touch football. He's eager to learn it all.

"Sometimes, being at this place is like being at school. So much new information, you know?"

[makesthings]

"It is and a chance to think about everything a little differently. At Somersby, I was from a place some people didn't even believe in and a prince, which seemed just as strange. Here I work in the forge and can do this and I don't know, it's Milliways,"

As he says Milliways, he fades off a little and looks towards the forest, he hasn't been looking for her but he knows she's living here. There's also Kait or was Kait but she's complicated and why he's been doing his best to wear himself out.

[cbucsrule]

He follows Sameth's gaze as it shifts toward the wooded area.

"Yeah, that's one way of saying it. It's Milliways. End of the frakking line."

There's nothing in the forest, not as far as he can see, but he's no one's fool. Never been stupid a day in his life. "What's up, man? Something going on?"

[ellectrical]

Eventually, Elle's sitting on the ground near the edge of the pyramid court, very precisely between two of the backstops.

She doesn't move other than this, however, or make any attempt to interrupt him. She just sits, with her legs folded and knees pulled up to her chest.

[makesthings]

He's a little focused on his shots for a time before he moves between backstops and almost drops the ball,

"Oh hello."

[ellectrical]

Elle looks up to meet his eyes, though she doesn't move otherwise.

"Hi."

Beat. In an even, somewhat detached tone "I didn't mean to... startle you."

It seems to take her a minute to decide on the last two words.

[makesthings]

"I wasn't paying attention. Do you want the court?"

He looks up since its gotten a little darker than he realized.

[ellectrical]

She straightens her legs a little, as if to stand, but also shakes her head.

"Not if you're using it."

[makesthings]

"I've been out here a while so I'm glad to give it over. Do you know how to play?"

[ellectrical]

There's a pause, and then she shrugs one shoulder.

"I haven't before."

But she's trying to remember the rules.

She glances down to the ball, and adds, "I already know how to aim."

[makesthings]

"I've played with Sam Anders if you know him. I can show you how the rules look in action if you'd like, or just leave you to it,"

He doesn't want to be in her way if she's in the mood for privacy like he was.

[alsoagreengrass]

(Some time before Albus...)



Scorpius has abandoned his things at his picnic table for the moment - he has anti-theft charms on the lot, thank you very much - and is watching Sameth on the court.

He calls out to the other boy:

"What's that? What're you playing?"

[makesthings]

"It's called pyramid,"

He catches the ball after a missed shot and turns to Scorpius with a tired smile.

[alsoagreengrass]

Well.

Scorpius considers the court.

It does have a distinctly pyramid shape to it.

"I've never heard of it," he says - (not much surprise there) - and he gestures at the goals.

"How long have these been about?"

[makesthings]

"Do you know Sam Anders? It's from his world. Not too long, Sam and I made them and they fold up and get stored over there. I'll show you how to play,"

Then he gestures to a space close to the court but under some cover.

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius hesitates, glancing back at his things. He worries at his bottom lip.

"Maybe just a demonstration."

He's not really in the mood to play any sort of team sport at the moment.

"And, uhm - No, I don't know a Sam Anders."

(Also not surprising, that. There's always someone new about Milliways he hasn't met before.)

[makesthings]

Sam follows Scorpius' glance and nods,

"Um, sure, its pretty easy in the basics but gets complicated the more rules you know."

[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius takes a seat off to the side - on the ground with a lopsided grin.

"Ball goes in the goal sort of basics?"

[makesthings]

"Yes, which isn't as easy as it looks. Most of the rules are about where you can shoot from and how someone else can try to stop you."