Eventually, someone does sit down long enough to watch Sam work the dartboard. A young blonde man in a blue shirt that the otherworlders find common and comfortable, blue jeans and worn brown boots. From the look of things for the moment, his book, beer and order of paradoxes is forgotten in exchange for the game.
Sam barely glances away from the dart board long enough to acknowledge his company. Even with his natural talent, it's the sort of thing that requires a certain amount of concentration, if he doesn't want any of the patrons to end up with a dart in them. And he doesn't, as he suspects there would be some difficulty in explaining.
So the young man watching him suspects. And if Sam glances back again he'll note that the other man's eyebrows are quite well up in the 'interesting' position.
"Thank you." Of course it was a good shot - but he can't expect everyone here to know about it. It's not as though this is where it's a central part of his trade, after all. He throws the last of the darts he has, aiming for the very top of the board. It sticks.
Sounds a bit like some of the things Mizzamir and his cohorts put about. "...Why not? It might be fun." With that, Sam goes over to the dart board, pulls the darts off it, and separates them into colors (red and blue) again. He'd just been tossing all of them at random, with the lack of anyone to play against, but if they're to make a proper game of it...
That text might well as read as something the minstrels wrote. He was there for parts of some of those events, but what they've got written is NOTHING like what those parts happened like.
"Very well, then." After a moment's consideration, Sam makes his first throw. It looks quite casual, but there's a lot going into it; he's been playing with these long enough to know that this first dart veers to the left a bit. It hits just inside the bullseye circle.
And the shot gets an approving low whistle from Tyler.
Makes it all the more reason to concentrate on his responding throw, which sadly doesn't end up inside of the bullseye, but rather just next to Sam's on the outside of the circle.
"Not bad." He can appreciate a good shot from someone else, after all. Sam's second dart looks like someone might have sat on it once; he can't imagine that was a very comfortable experience. But he knows how to compensate and get it into the bullseye anyway.
"That does help, every now and then." ...That looked like a lucky shot, but it's too early in the proceedings to tell. Sam moves on to his third shot, this time having to compensate for damaged feathers on the dart; it hits to the top of the bullseye, but still within the circle.
He's not even examining his next dart..and Sam would probably be the one to note that it's another with a slightly bent tip to it, and tends to go to the right.
It also thunks in next to the dart that got dead center.
Sam nods, and considers his last dart for a moment, but only a moment; it's the least messed-up of the set, and good enough that he trusts it for a bit of showing off.
Yes, he totally just sank that into the bullseye with his eyes closed.
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And he doesn't, as he suspects there would be some difficulty in explaining.
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"Good shot."
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Of course it was a good shot - but he can't expect everyone here to know about it. It's not as though this is where it's a central part of his trade, after all.
He throws the last of the darts he has, aiming for the very top of the board. It sticks.
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Doesn't expect to win ofcourse, but that's not the point of the game, now is it?
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"...Why not? It might be fun."
With that, Sam goes over to the dart board, pulls the darts off it, and separates them into colors (red and blue) again. He'd just been tossing all of them at random, with the lack of anyone to play against, but if they're to make a proper game of it...
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That text might well as read as something the minstrels wrote. He was there for parts of some of those events, but what they've got written is NOTHING like what those parts happened like.
"Loser buys soda for the winner."
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"Did you want to go first?"
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After a moment's consideration, Sam makes his first throw. It looks quite casual, but there's a lot going into it; he's been playing with these long enough to know that this first dart veers to the left a bit.
It hits just inside the bullseye circle.
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Makes it all the more reason to concentrate on his responding throw, which sadly doesn't end up inside of the bullseye, but rather just next to Sam's on the outside of the circle.
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Sam's second dart looks like someone might have sat on it once; he can't imagine that was a very comfortable experience. But he knows how to compensate and get it into the bullseye anyway.
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"Years of boredom, pencils and a picture of my former boss laughing."
It's not much of an explanation, except the last part is a lie.
His next shot manages to hit dead center somehow.
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...That looked like a lucky shot, but it's too early in the proceedings to tell. Sam moves on to his third shot, this time having to compensate for damaged feathers on the dart; it hits to the top of the bullseye, but still within the circle.
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It also thunks in next to the dart that got dead center.
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Yes, he totally just sank that into the bullseye with his eyes closed.
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