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[notapilot]

 There's a notice on the board today which reads:

Sam's Fight Club today, out back.
Rules:
1. This is intended as friendly matches. No grudges and either party can break if they feel the fight is becoming too personal.
2. Gloves are provided but not required. Fight at your own risk.
3. At least one person with medial training is on hand if things go badly.
4. Keep it friendly.
5. If you have super powers/abilities, please let us know so we can set you up with someone else who has them.

Also, since Sam is more aware of how Milliways works, he leaves a note for the first Security personal to hit Bar today, which reads much the same as the notice he posted on the board with an added line that he will cancel the whole thing if they feel it violates any rules or whatever.

As for the man himself, he's out back marking off several fighting circles in dusty patches of the grounds. He's also wearing light sparing gloves (since he's more active with the Avengers and needs to be combat ready) and has set up a few coolers with iced water. 

[OOC: Party style post. Sam is available but I encourage you to spar with any who are willing. Also, post open until it scrolls or folks get tired of fighting. Sam will be scarce overnight though.]

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[harryhotspur]

...whoever this Sam person is, he is also Harry Percy's new best friend. Sure, it looks to be hand-to-hand rather than swords, but he'll take what he can get. He could use the practice!

So enter one Hotspur, looking much more cheerful than usual.

[notapilot]

Sam gives a nod when he sees Harry heading his way.

"Morning," he offers once Harry is in ear shot. "Looking to dust your knuckles?"

[OOC: Just heading to lunch now, but I'll be back in an hour.]

[cutting_edgex23]

"Harry."

X looks at him from the center of a nearby circle, head tilting very slightly.

She might be waiting.

[bringspeopletogether]

Hey, look at that, there's someone who's dressed way more like Alistair than all the other bizarre non-Thedosians in the bar! Curious, he ambles in the man's direction.

"Hello," he offers, once he's near enough that he doesn't need to shout.

[runningred]

Jay nods to the guy, politely. "You look like someone who prefers blades to fists?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Huh.

Ellen's gonna go get her hockey stick and ask the Bar for a pair of those huge gauntlety-looking glove things she saw the man in the winged-wheel shirt wearing. Maybe she can practice against somebody with them.

[cutting_edgex23]

X studies the gloves, head tilting after a moment or two.

Then --

"You want to try? Them. I will be careful."

Of herself as well as Ellen. Whichever is more necessary. Or important.

[notapilot]

"Those what folks're fighting with in your world?" Sam asks, a little incredulous.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Huh.

As always, Ellen Park's world's weapons are interesting!

Thor nods to her in cheerfully respectful greeting. Hey, kid! How's it going?

[hate_gettin_older]

This seemed like such a good idea until he spotted Curtis out here.

Now Edgar's skulking around the edges of the crowd, trying to decide whether to stay or go, certain only that there's one person here he doesn't want to spar with.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's out there, spoiling for a fight and looking for Yamato. The boy laces up his gloves and glances around, seeing if anyone wants to spar.

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts her head at him from the center of one of the circles.

He's welcome, if he wants.

[cutting_edgex23]

X chooses to go without gloves -- minus the fingerless black ones she's already got on.

She does take her boots off, however, curling her toes into the dirt.

Sparring is always welcome.

[notapilot]

Sam comes over, stretching out his arms after his bought with Harry.

"Hey X," he says by way of greeting. "I guess this is kosher with Security then?"

He might be up for a fight as well, but thought it'd be good to ask first.

[bringspeopletogether]

Iiiiinteresting. In the grand ranking of Alistair's Out Of Practice At ______, the list goes something like:

1) Two-handed weapons
2) Archery
3) Avoiding anything that involves a tripwire, leg trap, or pressure plate
4) Hand-to-hand combat

In fact, the last time Alistair did any hand-to-hand at all was probably back at the Chantry. (Well, unless you count that time he and Lyna punched their way out of a jail cell. That was fun!) Could be worth brushing up on his skills a bit, right?

He spots a familiar face among the gathering crowd -- one of the men who got trapped in the blizzard; Curtis, was it? -- and drifts that way. Fairly soon, they're making amiable enough conversation, punctuated by little things like I'm glad to see you're well and yes, it really was ice spiders and Andraste's tits your whole arm is made of metal?!


[ooc: tag either/or, just specify whether you'd like Curtis or Alistair!]

[cutting_edgex23]

X also drifts in their direction, gaze flicking from one to the other.

Then --

"One of you wants to spar? With me."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae is wandering around the edges of the fight club area, her arms folded. She watches the fights with mild interest, unsure whether she should participate, while she keeps an eye on Autor and pretends not to be keeping an eye on him.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's been put through the ringer already by Sam and X, but he's still brimming with restless energy. He glances at Sunshine from inside one of the rings and raises a brow at her. "Were you here to fight or watch?"

[out_on_the_mat]

Charlie saw the sign in the bar, and after awhile of trying to ignore it curiosity finally got the best of him and he's outside now.

He makes note of the gloves and eyes the circles and those fighting in them.

His hands itch, and he rolls his shoulder a few times, but given what he's seeing from the others he'd probably get his ass handed to him if he stepped in there, so he remains on the periphery for the moment. Just watching.

[notapilot]

Sam's fought a few times by then and is now taking a break. Taking a deep drink of ice water, he notices the older guy and heads over.

"You're welcome to join in if you want," he says by way of greeting. Then adds, "Or you could give pointers to the guys who need it," in case the guy has some injury that keeps him from fighting.

[not_his_pa]

When William finished his chores in the stables, he noticed people gathering and headed over. Fighting usually feels good and he sees some faces he knows.

[notapilot]

Sam's taking a break but notes the kid watching.

"Feel free to join in if you'd like. I know Autor over there could use another match," Sam says before taking a drink of water.

[vorpatril]

The sign surprises Ivan, fight clubs aren't usually found in Bars but he's spent all day in the basement and he likes to keep ready, with his family he never knows what might happen. It helps that he's already in his fatigues when he heads out back to see who this Sam is and what kind of challenge there is here.

[runningred]

Jay's been working out on his own or with training bots too much lately. He could do with some work with a real opponent.

"Anyone up for some hand to hand?" He asks, strapping his knuckles.

{ooc: super slowtime! Sorry}

[notapilot]

Sam has had time to recover from earlier fights, as well as hydrate. Now he's ready to go again.

"I think I might be able to provide," he says, rolling his shoulders. Truth be told, he's happy to see both Autor and Jay out here. They both need to blow off some steam.

[onceholyknight]

Michael has to admit he's rusty, so since he's here, he might as well take the chance for some practice.

He limbers up, waiting for a sparring partner to come along.

[52_dropoff]

On the one hand, Charlie long ago embraced non-violence as an ideal.

OTOH, he wonders if he can spar, defend him, and win a friendly match without hurting someone much and with a minimum of violence.

Does that mean, he ponders, he should wear boxing gloves?

[manofbusiness]

Well, this is interesting. And it's good for a man to keep his hand in, especially here where it isn't likely to get back to Mr Norrell.

Childermass folds his coat and puts it down, then leans against a post in his shirtsleeves, watching the fights and waiting to see if anyone cares to take him on.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae has a cold bottle of water pressed to a lovely bruise coming up on her chin, but she smiles upon seeing Childermass, and gives a friendly wave.

"Come to try your hand?"

[mjolnir_retriever]

And hey, here's another Security member, looking thoroughly pleased and approving at the entire scene.

Thor does have superpowers, of course, especially be human standards. He'll make that clear if anyone doesn't already know, or guess by the biceps and general shininess. So, unless invited to a round by someone, he'll mostly be hanging out on the sidelines watching with folded arms and a look of open cheer. (And cheerful assessment.)

[thunderbasedgod]

Another god of thunder and Security member when the mun is around and capable of tagging has also been standing on the sidelines with a watchful eye. From the look of it, this is kombat with a c. This is a relief to him, so he stands with slightly less stiffness than usual.

Noticing the obvious aura around him, he turns to nod at the shiny blonde stranger.

[soldier_blade]

Finding herself Bound, if there was ever a time Sonya needed to spar, this was the chance. Finding the flier, she dressed in track pants and white shirt, as close to PT gear as she could find, before heading outside. Being her age and the 'life' she lead, keeping in shape and keeping her skills sharp were vital, but really, she just needed a good spar.

Observing those in the 'ring', Sonya forewent the gloves, instead wrapping her knuckles and fists in tape. She'd been in some crazy places before, but Milliways and looking at those around her-Cassie's notes weren't kidding when she said all sorts were here.

[onceholyknight]

Michael catches her glance around and nods to her, eyebrows raised inquiringly.

(Hey, his primary sparring partner is and always has been his wife, he's not going to underestimate a woman.)

[crabbycustomer]

Karkat has not been in the bar all day. He is coming out of the forge now; but the forge has connections to Nepeta's cave and the labyrinth and the labyrinth has connections to many other places, so who knows. He looks tired, though.

He squints at the outbreak of pugilistics, long enough to ascertain that no real violence is taking place. He shrugs and loops around the scrum to get to back to the bar proper.

And maybe he can... just swipe one of these... bottles of water....

[notapilot]

Sam is sitting near the bottles of water, bending his head make to take a nice long drink, when a flash of grey enters his peripheral vision. He turns, of course, and pauses to stare. He's seen the odd folk here and there at Milliways, but this guy's got one up on all of them.

And now he's staring. Nodding a greeting, Sam smiles.