//Dartboard Room
The most prominent feature of this room is the large dartboard against the far wall. Each of the five wedges is a different color: Gold, the smallest, then bronze, brown, blue, and last and largest green. A number of holes decorate both the cork of the board and the surrounding wall. Tables sit to either side of the dartboard, sets of darts lined up with mathematical precision. Unwary firelizards often perch here, though when an unskilled person is playing, they often find themselves sharply encouraged to move. Two bored drudges hang out near a refreshment table, acting as judges but more often than not just gossiping with each other. A slate hangs next to the dartboard, detailing who is playing, in what order, and what the current score is. One of the drudges changes the score regularly.
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Playing order: Milodann - <0> Elyciana - <0>
Current game chosen: 3
Milodann Elyciana are playing here.
Dare is watching here.
Obvious Exits:
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For some reason, there are very few people in here. Plenty of customers are in the bar, and the pool table room has a few players, but Milo has gravitated here. He's working on a drawing with colored pencils, sitting at one of the tables and listening with half an ear to the drudges gossiping. His drawing is of a woman. She's in a pool of water up to her collar-bones, and she's coming out, face tipped back as if she's just dunked under to slick back her hair. A slender arm is raised out of the water on the far side of her face, fingers half-buried in an amber-colored mane. The light and shadows are rendered exquisitely, including the wavering reflection of light from the surface of the pool onto the underside of her chin and arm, the long column of her pale neck. Her eyes are closed, but even without those tell-tale clues, anyone looking at the picture who knows Elycianna would instantly be able to tell that this picture is of her. Milodann is thoughtful as he draws… this isn't some doodle or a quick sketch… this is art. His eyes are intent, his expression one of concentration, and there is even a thoughtful little furrow between his eyebrows. He's focused so hard on what he's doing that, for him, the rest of the world has ceased to be.
Perhaps it's the bar's natural resemblance to Bitra with its massive array of games or perhaps it's another reason that Elyciana is wandering into ths particular part of the Weyr at this time of day. It's odd, though, that she completely ignores the main complex and instead heads immediately towards the dart board area where there are the /fewest/ of those drawing gambling games going on at the moment. Each step is taken carefully, as she takes extreme care not to bump into or brush too close to anyone on her way to the room. Halfway there, she even pauses and murmurs a quick question to a passing waitress before moving on. Ah and it would seem the thing that she's seeking isn't really a game at all but Milodann, considering it's him who she's heading purposefully for. She very nearly greets him at the doorway, though seems to stop herself as she notices what it is he's doing. For a few moments she merely watches his colored pencil skitter across the page, even though from this distance she couldn't even tell what exactly he might be drawing. "Milo," she ventures forth, trying to make her voice not too alarming so as not to startle him. But when she's sure she has his attention, she brings about her usual smirk and folds her arms across her chest, "One of the cooks in the kitchen said you came in here … are you intending to play darts with your colored pencils?"
Dare meanders into the adjacent area then glances about; looking towards the various games. Not much of a player of chance, she decides to head off towards the dart area.
Moydeo had come to visit Risner, but, he was busy at this time with customers, so she deciddd to wander into the game areas. After seeing plenty of players for the pool tables, she headed into the quieter, and less crowded darts room, and looks around. "Ah, hey Milo, Ely." She greets them and waves to Dare as well. "Any darts going on?"
Milo looks up as his name is called, and blinks for a few seconds as his eyes adjust from focusing on a piece of paper a foot and a half away from his face, to a woman half a room away. Once he realizes who it is, several emotions flash quickly across his face, but they finally settle on happy. "Ely!" he says warmly. He puts the sketchbook down and carefully sets the colored pencil next to it, and gesters in a come-hither motion at her. "No, these pencils are too expensive to throw at anything." He laughs a bit. "Come look at this, and then if you want we can have a game." He looks around. "Maybe we'll be lucky and more people will join us -" and just then, Dare meanders in. "Like her maybe," he chuckles. Soon after, Moydeo comes in. "How lucky," he says. "Another player!" He waves at Moydeo, too.
Dare quickly glances to Moydeo then to Milo, "Me?" She feins a smile then cheerfully says, "Sure, I'ld love to play. Been a while, probably hit more firelizards than dart board."
That usual smirk on Elyciana's face? It falters slightly and very nearly is replaced by a smile for a second there. But her natural humor seems to overwhelm her again as she quirks an eyebrow upwards, "It's not a goat, is it?" Dropping her arms to her sides, she starts on her way over towards where Milodann is siting at a bit of a faster pace than she actually traveled coming in - curiosity is fueling her steps now. On her way past, she offers a slight wave ot the newcomers, with an added smirk in there for Moydeo before she circles around behind Milo himself. Those mismatched eyes of her blink once. Then twice. Then three times as they stare at the drawing of … well .. herself laid out on the table. "That … that isn't a goat," she manages, still managing some of her usual personality but barely. She actually reaches out a finger to touch the paper for a moment, "That … I …" A speechless Ely again, but she finally manages, "It's beautiful. You did that just .. just from memory?" Then she blinks once more, seeming to remember there are others there and she glances up quickly, "I suppose we do have enough for a dart game … you have a place to put the drawing so it doesn't get ruined?"
Moydeo blinks, and nods. "A game of darts sounds good to me." She grins. "Wow, you made Ely speechless Milo." She teases. "That must be some drawing." She chuckles. "So, who wants to start?" She asks, moving to find where the darts are kept.
"Yeah, you," Milo says to the plain girl he's never met, before. He gives her a friendly sort of wave, but when Ely approaches, the entirety of his attention is fixed on her. He watches her face as she looks at the picture he's drawn of her, and can't stop himself from smiling. "Well… I've been studying the subject matter rather a lot, lately," he tells her softly. Then he flips the sketchbook closed and bounces up. "It'll be fine as is," he says, moving it to his seat and off of the table-top. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and then moves toward the center of the room. "Hi, I'm Milo," he says, sticking his hand out to the girl he doesn't know. To Moydeo, he grins. "Yeah, well, I'm just that good," he teases back. He grabs a handful of his own darts and stands in front of the board. "Ladies first," he says, which means anyone but him, really.
Dare grins at the others, catching Milo's name she atleast gives her name, "I'm Dare, Green Asenath's rider." She clucks her tongue, "Okay." And she readies to toss a dart.
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart clips into the BLUE wedge, barely lodged in the cork. It holds though. Dare's score is now 20.
Moydeo eyes Milo, and Elyciana a moment, before she picks up her darts. She turns to watch as Dare throws her first dart, and she grins. "Good shot!" She says., and takes a seat, to wait for her turn.
Elyciana keeps her eyes on that sketchbook a moment or so longer even after it'sc losed, but somehow manages to eventually tear herself away from it. It may have been the kiss on the cheek from Milo that did it, anyways, as that seems to be what makes her move finally. Some of her usual attitude returns, though, at the prospect of the dart game and she can't seem to help but say, "Bet Milo and I beat you and ah .. " She pauses, waiting for the rider's name before filling in with more confidence, "Dare here." She can't help but smirk even wider at Moydeo. Ah, the friendly little rivalry can be fun at times. Plucking a few darts from one of the piles nearby, she pushes away from the table and sidles up next to Milodann. Leaning forward, she gives him a soft kiss on the cheek and murmurs something quietly in his ear, her free hand resting on his shoulder. Is that a hint of a smile that flickers across her face for a moment? Maybe, but it's turned back into her usual expression as she watches the first throw, "Not bad."
"All right," Milodann says. He lines up and makes a big show of adjusting himself. "I've never thrown a dart, before." He grins and squints and lets fly.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the wall near a sleeping firelizard, sending him between with a squawk of fright. Nice one. Milodann's score is now 0.
Elyciana bites her lip to prevent herself from laughing too hard, though still can't seem to prevent herself from letting lose with a little chortle. "Well. I vote some bonus points for nearly hitting the fire lizard. It's a moving target afterall," she says fairly, clearing her throat slightly and giving Milo's shoulder a squeeze as she passes to take his place in front of the dart board. She eyes the dart in her hand skeptically for a moment, as though doubting the sensibily of hurling pointed things around. Then, with a shrug, she lines it up and flicks it towards the board.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the BLUE. The judges look the other way. Elyciana's score is now 20.
Moydeo blinks at the poor firelizard sent between with fright, with Milo's shot, and then Ely's shot, and she briefly wonders if it's safe to be in the same dart room with those too. "I've not thrown one either, before, but here goes." She says, and steps up, picking up one of her darts, and doing her best to line it up, befolre throwing it at the board.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and gold. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… GOLD. Moydeo's score is now 50.
Dare smiles at both Moydeo and Elyciana, "Thanks." Previously she steps away from the throwing area awaiting her turn. She surely tries not to giggle at Milo and his throw, "Well, don't think hitting a brow firelizard counts for points." A squint is given to Elyciana, "Oooh, that's gonna hurt. Nice throw, at least, I think." And then applauds, "Wow, you got gold." She steps up to toss a second dart.
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BRONZE wedge. Dare's score is now 60.
Milo's a bit red from his throw, but he laughs it off. "Oh, boy," he says. "I hope you didn't bet any marks on us beating them, Ely," he says with a chuckle. "Because with me as your partner… it doesn't look good." He gives thumbs up to Mo and Dare and even to Ely, though the drudge she nearly impales gets a sympathetic little grimace. He lines himself up and tosses.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart clips into the BLUE wedge, barely lodged in the cork. It holds though. Milodann's score is now 20.
Elyciana actually frowns in the direction of the drudge that is nearly impaled by her dart and sniffs disdainfully, "Well … she didn't get out of the way. Why was she standing anywhere near the board in the first place?" Atleast she manages a chortle at the possibilities of that, "I don't think anyone should be in the same room as us, no. Perhaps the next one will ah .." She trails off, staring in disbelief at the next two throws from the other pair, a slight frown pulling at the corners of her lips. A competitive Bitran frown. She picks up her next dart and rolls it between her thumb and forefinger in a very professional way. She lifts her dart as seh steps up to the line and flicks it at the board.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between gold and green. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… GREEN. Elyciana's score is now 30.
Moydeo blinkblinks, how'd she manage that one? "Um, wow, I swear, that was the first dart I've thrown." She admits, that must of been beginners luck, watch, she'll probably flub all the rest of them. But, she doesn't gloat about being in the lead, the games still going on after all, and things can change! She watches the other teams two throws, and grins. "Good shots!" She says, before she steps up, to throw her next shot.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between blue and green. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BLUE. Moydeo's score is now 70.
"Hmm, " Dare murmurs, "the darts seem to favor blue." She eyeballs the tip of her next dart; One she will toss at the board her next turn. "Green." Dare applauds Elyciana's throw. "Don't hold no grudge against that drudge do ya?" Then grins at Moydeo, "See, blue. Hmm, maybe ten points behind the lead." She steps up…and there goes the windup, and the pitch….
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the BLUE wedge so hard it's tip is no longer visible. Dare's score is now 80.
"Aw, too bad, Ely, I totally would have given you gold points for that." "Beginner's luck, Mo. Can you rub some of that off on me?" he asks. Milo grins at his playing companions and then takes a deep breath, holds it… and throws. At the last second, he closes his eyes.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and brown. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BROWN. Milodann's score is now 50.
Elyciana rolls her next dart between her fingers as she waits, offering up a slight half-grin at Milo, "Well. Atleast there wasn't a silly drudge sticking their elbow right in the middle of my shot this time or it may have been worse." She casts a glance off in the direction said drudge ran, a slight frown on her face for a moment or so until she hears the next THWACK of the dart board and her attention turns back to the game. "Ah, that was a lcose one," she calls to Milo, letting out her breath in a slow exhalation, "I thnk it might be my fault. I'm a jix at these things, remember?" She quirks a bit of a grin at that in an almot rueful way as she steps up to the line. She lifts her dart carefully, actuall taking time to sight along the end of it, before flicking it towards the board.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart wobbles through the air, nicking into the BLUE wedge with only the slightest sound. There it hangs, trapped. Elyciana's score is now 50.
Moydeo hmms. "They do seem to favor blue, don't they? And sure Milo, you can have some of my beginners luck." She says to Milo, and then looks up as Milo throws his next one. "Ah, good job Milo! Looks like you broke the blue favoritism!" She grins, and leans back, to wait, and watch Ely's next shot. She applauds Ely's next shot as well. "Good shot!" She says, and steps up with her next dart, tilting her arm back, before she throws it at the board.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the BLUE wedge so hard it's tip is no longer visible. Moydeo's score is now 90.
"Well thrown," the green rider applauds Milo. "That was close though." Dare smirks, "Looks like it's a blue." They're baaack. "Who's turn? Oh, mine." After stepping up, she glances around to ensure there are no drudges, firelizards, riders, or dragons in the way. "Here it comes….I mean there it goes."
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BRONZE wedge. Dare's score is now 120.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between gold and green. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… GREEN. Milodann's score is now 60.
Elyciana stares fixedly for a moment at the dart she had just thrown, as though her own stare might change where it landed. When nothing happens, she reluctantly steps back away from the line for Moydeo to take her turn, "I do think you've stolen all my luck, Mo." A grudging admittance, but it's not like she had much luck to begin with. And seh also blinks once more when Dare's dart hits so well, too and she smirks a little, "The both of you've stolen it, I think." Considering Milo's stepped aside for the moment, she picks out one of her remaining darts and steps up to the line once more. A quick aim and another quick flick and she sends the dart flying. Hopefully at the dart board this time.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BROWN wedge. Elyciana's score is now 80.
Moydeo blinks. "The judges sure don't seem to like you, or Milo, Ely." She raises an eyebrow, as she glances at the judges. "I'm sorry Ely, I don't know how to rub any of it off on you, or Milo." She says, honestly, and applauds the next shot that hits brown. "That shot wasn't bad." She sayss, and steps up, to take aim, and throw her next shot.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the edge of the board, wedging between rim and cork. Tough break. Moydeo's score is now 90.
Dare looks at the score, "Oooh, I'm ahead, I think." The rider beams as she steps up for her next toss. "Me stole somethin'? Nope, guess luck rubs off in mysterious ways." The next dart is put to the ready. And it's the toss…."C'mon gold."
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the BROWN wedge so hard it's tip is no longer visible. Dare's score is now 150.
"Sorry," Milo says, popping back up from where he's been tying his shoe. His last throw was negligent and not even trying. "DANG," Dare, that was a really hard throw!" He seems impressed by this. He lines up and gives it his all.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the GOLD wedge. Milodann's score is now 110.
Elyciana stands back a little as she watches the next bout of throws, one eyebrow arching at Moydeo's last throw, "Well, the lucks eems to be wearing back off, atleast." But she does add near the end, "Good try though." Plus she manages to throw a half-grin at Dare, "You are in the lead, I think. I suppose I ought to have bet on you, then you'd have been sure to lose." She opens her mouth to say something further, but then Milodann's latest throw catches her attention and her eyes widen in surprise, "Well … that." Speechless again - a bullseye is something that makes even a Bitran take pause, "That was perfect." Still somewhat dazed, she shuffles up to the line. How doess omeone follow that? Still, she picks out a dart and lines it up, bringing her arm back and giving it a rather hard throw.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the BROWN. The judges look the other way. Elyciana's score is now 110.
Moydeo blinks at her latest shot. "Well, guess my beginners luck wore off." She chuckles, and then looks to Dare as she shoots her next dart. "Good shot Dare." She grins, and then blinks at Milo's next shot, and whistles. "Great shot!" She calls as he hits gold with his dart, and then cheers as Ely hits brown, and the poor drudge again, that poor poor drudge, Ely might have to watch out at this rate, the drudge might hold a grudge. She steps up, and throws her next shot.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and gold. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… GOLD. Moydeo's score is now 140.
Dare sniffs, "Well, somebody gots a gold." She stares at her darts, or what's left of the few she has. "Nice throw." The darts are shown an example, "See, that's the gold spot…Ya end your flight in there. You see, you're bronze dragons, firelizards, whers, or what ever…anyways, gold. see." Point point point. "Just like a mating flight. "But don't do that, " she points darts at Elyciana and the drudge, "See, that's a bad example of where yer suppose to go." Then she applauds Moydeo's gold, "See, just like that… And I'm still ahead…Just don't hit no drudges, or firelizards now, ya hear?" AND thus she tosses….
Dare tosses a dart and
…a man standing to the side screams like a girl, plucking at the dart lodged… look away from the man… Dare's score is now 150.
Milo turns a bit green and looks away from Dare's unfortunate victim. He gulps. Oh, wow, that… that looks painful."
Milodann tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the GREEN. The judges look the other way. Milodann's score is now 120.
Elyciana blinks once in surprise as her dart clips the same drudge and frowns, "I said don't go in front of the dart board!" She shakes her head incredulously and adds, "If she's silly enough to keep going in front of a board with pointy things being thrown at it, then she deserves to be hit." Though when the next two darts seem to hit people, too, she blinks once more in surprise this time, along with a grimace at the squeal from the man, "Well … perhaps they sohuld put some warning sgn up. Warning: Flying Darts of Death. Keep al appendages and bits that stick out out of a 50 feet radius." She chortles a little at that before stepping forward again, a dart in hand.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and brown. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BROWN. Elyciana's score is now 140.
Moydeo blinks at Dare shot, and winces at the mans scream, before quickly looking away. "I don't think it listened." She says to the greenrider, and then blinks at Milo's shot. "Dang Milo, what do you and Ely got against Drudges?" She asks, though the tone of her voice would indicate she's only joking. She applauds to Elyciana. "Atleast your shots are consistent Ely." She says. "Isn't that your third brown in a row?" She asks, before she moves to the line, and takes careful aim, checking for drudges and firelizards, and whatever else, before she throws.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between blue and green. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BLUE. Moydeo's score is now 160.
"Aw, c'mon!" Dare pouts pointing a dart at the same man, "You're a bad man!" She quirks her lips, "Well at least I didn't hit no woman." She lowers her voice, "Or maybe I did, the way that man screamed. You would have thought I hit him in the…well you know." Her eyes dart, aheam, down to the groin. "Okay, gotta gett gold. Golly." The woman laughs, "Darts of Death!" Eyebrows raise, "Blue. Good throw. And, my turn. Yah, don't think they listened. Maybe they will this time." Point point. Toss!
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the GREEN wedge. Dare's score is now 160.
Milo laughs, though he truly feels sorry for the man. "You guys, we should all pitch in to buy him a drink or something." He gets a little shifty-eyed. "Er… those of us that hit him, at least." He laughs a little bit more, sort of nervously. "All right, everyone!" he bellows. "If you're in front of this line," he draws a line on the floor with his toe, "I am not responsible for any injuries which may occur!" He gives people a few moments to clear out, and when it's been more than enough time, he lets fly. If anyone gets hit this time, it's their own stupid fault.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between blue and green. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BLUE. Milodann's score is now 140.
Elyciana chortles a little at Milodann's speech and gives a shake of her head, smirking a litle in response, "There'll still be an idiot who doesn't listen sometime in the future." She gives a one-handed sort of clapping motion when the dart, actually, hits the board. "And the two of you didn't hit anyone, either," she remarks positively to Moydeo and Dare. That's always a positive point of course. But who knows what might happen when it's Ely's turn. Gripping her dart tightly between thumb and forefinger, she lifts it up to aim and then flicks her wrist to send it flying.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and brown. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BROWN. Elyciana's score is now 170.
Moydeo snorts. "You'd think people that decided to be in here, would be smart enough to know to stay clear when darts are flying." She chuckles lightly, and applauds the next three shots, that go off with anybody, or anything getting hit. "Good shots!" She says, and steps forward, waiting for people to clear the area, before she shoots.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart clips into the GOLD wedge, barely lodged in the cork. It holds though. Moydeo's score is now 210.
"Green, green is good." Dare squints at anybody near, looking at them warily. "Well, if they would /stay/ out of the way." Even that drudge gets a glaring look. "Ya, ya'll should stay out'ta the day." She wrinkles her nose. "Okay darts, hit the board. Gold, please." And gleefuly she says, "Or brown, bronze, but definately not …. pink. Pink doesn't count." Jab jab, "See, gold. just like that, that's a good example." She squints and tosses.
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between gold and green. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… GREEN. Dare's score is now 170.
"Yay!" Milo cheers for the fact that he didn't hit a person, and for the fact that Ely didn't either. "Brown's good," he tells her with a grin. When Moydeo hits gold he cheers again, even louder. "Oh, man. Who's winning, anyway?" Seems he's not really keeping score, and he's too busy eying the board to look at the score. He grins at Dare, too, and then throws his dart.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BROWN wedge. Milodann's score is now 170.
Elyciana idly twirls her next dart between her fingers as she watches the others' turns, "Well. Another round without hitting anyone. Another plus!" She breaks into a half-smirk, obviously pleased at this outcome. As though completely off the top of her head, she rattles off in response to Milo, "Moydeo's winning by oh .. I don't know. A little bit." The Bitran blood is coming out. Milodann is then given a brighter grin and an amused, "Honestly, I thnk we ought to get points for hitting the idiots who step in front of the darts." Twirling her dart again, she steps forward, takes aim and throws with allh er might.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BROWN wedge. Elyciana's score is now 200.
Moydeo grins. "Hey, we're getting good here, nobody, or nothing was hit except the dart board!" She grins. "Shards Ely, you certainly are consistant in your throws, that's like your sixth one in a room." She grins, and throws her next one.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the BROWN wedge so hard it's tip is no longer visible. Moydeo's score is now 240.
Dare sniffs, "Well, three way tie it looks like." She looks to Moydeo, "She's ahead." The hirsute rider sniffs, "Well, not no more. Unless she hits somethin' b'sides the board. Like maybe that, " she looks to someone on the sidelines, "man! or maybe, that /drudge/. Get outta the way." She sniffs, "Okay dart, do your thing." Her turn. And toss……..
Dare tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the GREEN. The judges look the other way. Dare's score is now 180.
Milo laughs at Ely's comment. "Yeah, they should add that to the rules. 30 points for hitting spry young people, 20 points for hitting anyone in the prime of life, 10 points for old people… and negative 10 points for hitting kids." 'Cause that wouldn't be cool, yo. "Oh, now, don't jinx it, Mo," Milo says, groaning, because he just /knows/ that now she's said something, someone's going to get hurt again. Dare's throw seems to prove his suspicion. "Ack!" he says, eyes wide at the drudge who dove out of the way. But he can't help but laugh, even if he does feel a little guilty about it. He lines up and throws his own dart, closing his eyes at the last second, afraid of watching it hit someone!
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and gold. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BRONZE. Milodann's score is now 210.
Elyciana breaks into a laugh this time at the misfortune of the drudge, not even bothering to try to cover it up this time, "Well. I don't know how much elbow that one will have left after this. She won't be carrying any dinner trays for a sevenday." She clears her throat a little, covering a smirk behind one hand and trying to look shifty about it. Moydeo and Milodann's shots are given her awkward one-handed clap, considering her other hand is currently holding a dart and she muses, "Well. I agree with Milo. Points added for hitting the people. Dare ought to get 50 for hitting that man in the ah …" She neglects to mention the exact area, but merely smirks instead before stepping up to the line. She aims briefly and then throws.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and gold. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… BRONZE. Elyciana's score is now 240.
Moydeo winces as she realizes too late about the jinxing. "Ooops, sorry!" She calls to the drudge, and claps for Milo, and Ely's shots. "Ooo, finally something other then brown." She grins at Ely. She steps up to tthe line, and waits for people to clear out, before she throws.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the GREEN wedge so hard it's tip is no longer visible. Moydeo's score is now 250.
"Bloody…" Dare glares at the drudge, "Woman, get your … Y…I…Y…Oh, I should just…Throw another dart at you!" The drudge looks at Dare, while rubbing her elbow, "You're crazy! I'm getting out of here." There goes the drudge, there goes the drudge, hey everybody - There goes the drudge. "Run, you skinny…run!" She looks like she's going to toss another dart at the woman, on purpose but something stops her. "Sorry Asenath." Sniff. Cluck. "Bronze. Okay, darts, just hit something, other than drudges. You gots to be free after all. So forgets what I said. Fly, and have fun…" ANd to answer Elyciana, "Bum." Is it her turn yet? "Brown, nice colour. Goin' good. Okay, do whatcha wanna do dart, 'cause we're havin' fun here. So, get some fun." Someone's crotch is looked at, "And I don't mean that sortta fun neither." Ready, set toss…"250…"
Dare tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the BLUE. The judges look the other way. Dare's score is now 200.
Milo cracks up at Ely's joke. "Right. Who's gonna chalk that up?" he asks. He weighs his next dart in his hand thoughtfully as he watches Mo take her shot, but waves off her apology, snickering a little bit. "That was a hard throw! And you got the board, that's good." He's trying to find nice things to say, and he's having a pretty good time. He laughs the entire time that Dare is talking to the drudge, her darts, and her dragon, until he's actually clutching his stomach with it. "Wait a sec," he says. "Did you just look at my crotch?" He grins and glances at Ely and then, just to be silly, turns and wags his butt and dances around, cracking up the entire time. When he throws his dark, he's not even really paying attention to where it goes.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart clips into the BRONZE wedge, barely lodged in the cork. It holds though. Milodann's score is now 250.
Elyciana completely misses most of the dart throws other than Dare's, considering she too is laughing fit to burst. IT takes her al ittle bit to compose herself, but she does manage to choke out, "Well .. I can't blame you for looking at his crotch .. I .." But she breaks off, apparently unable to voice her comment, but she managed to get enough of it out for people to fill the rest in. She takes a deep breath and manages to calm herself enough, only to catch sight of Milo's antics, which sets her chortling again. She manages to compose herself enough to make a rendition of a wolf whistle at him, a corner of her mouth quirking upwards into a smirk. But oh no, it's her turn now. Staggering a little, she manages to make it to the line and attempt to aim her dart. It's a pitiful aiming job, but she lets it fly anyways.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the BROWN wedge so hard it's tip is no longer visible. Elyciana's score is now 270.
Moydeo waves to the sour drudge as she leaves, and then winces as Dare makes sure the poor woman actually leaves. Oh, that was going to leave a mark. She snorts at Ely and Milo "Ok guys, keep your mind on the game." She grins, and throws her next shot.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the BRONZE. The judges look the other way. Moydeo's score is now 290.
Milo gets a lascivous grin, "Maybe, " says Dare. "Oh, look somebody else got 250." After rolling her brown eyes the rider readies another dart. Whine, "How come I can't get 250?" She's talking to darts. "Somebody needs to miss." Eyes fall upon Moydeo. "Ick, 270…okay..I need, one drudge, a man, and maybe a firelizard to get caughts up. Oh wait…they doesn't count." She snaps her wrist, sending a dart on its way. Poor Dare. "Nice crotch, by the way." Stare, stare. "Just hope no darts hit it….A drudge, by the first egg…." She looks at the drudge, "Okay, you stand there, I'm gonna throw my dart at you…Better hit it to the board." Is she kidding? Maybe, maybe not. Off goes the dart…At the drudge.
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart clips into the BROWN wedge, barely lodged in the cork. It holds though. Dare's score is now 230.
Milo struts… perfectly understandable, considering that chicks are checking out his package, and one of them (the one who'd know) almost praised it outright. "Wow, girl, you sure like to hit brown," he says to Ely with a smile. "And you impressed a brown firelizard, too. That your favorite color, or something?" He just… /stares/ at the drudge, who apparently has a thing for pain. "What on Pern?" he asks incredulously to his game-mates. He laughs at Dare's lascivious grin, and laughs even harder at her compliment. "Why, thank you, ma'am," he says, dropping his voice so that it's far below its normal range, obviously just teasing and joking with her. Just for fun, he gives an extra little wiggle as he walks up to the line. He makes rather a show of flexing muscles and posing in manly ways - all the while trying to keep a straight face and failing - before throwing his dart.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BROWN wedge. Milodann's score is now 280.
Elyciana clutches at her stomach in her little spot near the edge of the grouping, her shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth. All of this is just too much for her, not to mention the addition of the drudge being nicked again with another dart. She lets out a derisive snort, "Serves her right. She probably came back in here to snoop or something. Shards!" It's all of Milo's antics that seem to keep her even further amused, the corners of her mouth twitching into a sliht grin, "Well, perhaps it's some sort of subconscious reference to the fact you have brown eyes, yes? Perhaps the dart board knows something." She slips in easily next to Milo and stands a bit on her tiptoes to plant a slow and soft kiss on his lips, one hand reaching to wrap around his neck to pull him a little closer. Perhaps all the manly strutting had some effect. Either way, she pulls away and gives a little smirk, "For luck, maybe?" She strides past him and stops at the line, aiming the dart carefully before throwing it with a deft flick of her wrist.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the BLUE. The judges look the other way. Elyciana's score is now 290.
"Maybe it's her twin sister." Moydeo says with a snicker, as she watches Ely's shot, and applauds. "Well, atleast it's not brown?" She grins, and claps for both Milo, and Dare's throws, before she steps up to the line to throw her own.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart clips into the BRONZE wedge, barely lodged in the cork. It holds though. Moydeo's score is now 330.
Dare whistles sheepishly at Milo. "Mmmm, brown." Wink. "Hmm, what we playin' to?" She takes a breath. "Hey, can I get one too? Maybe I get me a gold then?" She clucks her tongue. "330……Mmmmrrrrr. Okay, I need two men, a drudge, and a firelizard…Ah darn. I think that's it? Or go again?" Her dart arm is flexed, "If I get me a man, I win? WIth a dart, that is."
Dare tosses a dart and
…a drudge dives out of the way as the dart goes whistling by. It clips off her elbow and strikes the GREEN. The judges look the other way. Dare's score is now 240.
"Are you saying that you want to throw a dart at my eye?" Milo asks Ely, laughing. Even after that, though, he doesn't resist when she comes close and kisses him, and he leans into it. It's all PG-13, folks. When she pulls away, he grins kind of stupidly at her. "Luck," he repeats, his eyes glazed. He manages to shake himself out of it by the time that Moydeo throws, and applauds her score. "Good one!" For Dare, he has a smirk, and he blows her a kiss with a wicked wink. "Good luck!" Seems that's all she's getting… maybe that explains her green? "I'm good to stop at the end of this round," he says to everyone in general.
Milodann tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks the line between bronze and gold. A whispered conversation of the judges, and the call is… GOLD. Milodann's score is now 330.
Elyciana nearly breaks out laughing again as she almost hits another drudge, but manages to control herself enough to actually get out of the way for the next person throwing. There seh clings momentarily to Milo's arm, once his turn is over of course, and offers him a bit of a half-smirk, "I like your eyes enough not to be poking them out, even though you might match me a bit more with only one brown eye. But .. I prefer yours the way they are" SHe only just now seems to register the fact that he hit the gold part of the target and smirks even more, reaching up a finger to tap him lightly on teh nose, "My kis must have been good luck for you, not me." Oddly enough, she leans forward and plants one more kis on Milo's lips this time before pulling away t otake her final shot. Perhaps this time the kiss will work for her. Aiming carefully, she gives the dart a flick.
Elyciana tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BRONZE wedge. Elyciana's score is now 330.
"I say this be the last round, unless we want to keep going to four hundred." Moydeo says in answer to Dare's question, before she watches her throw. She blinks at Milo a moment. "I don't think anybody wants to hit you in the eye, why would they want to? "Oh! Nice shot Milo!" She cheers to the man, and then watches Ely take hers. "You two must bring each other luck!" She says, and steps up to take her next shot.
Moydeo tosses a dart and
…the dart smacks dead in the middle of the BRONZE wedge. Moydeo's score is now 370.
Dare blinks, "alright, any more drudges want to get an elbow in the way?" She looks for more of 'em. "C'mon, get your elbow in here, maybe I'll get me a @#11184@! Gold! Jays, by the first egg, …. What next, somebody's eye?!" She throws a dart with much ferociousness…..Zinggg….twang….THWACK!!!! ZoNKO! *SPLAT* What she get? Only them judges know for sure…. "Okay, so that didn't count…but still." Sniff. "Nah, I'm done… I think." She eyes the board though.
Dare tosses a dart and
…the dart strikes the wall near a sleeping firelizard, sending him between with a squawk of fright. Nice one. Dare's score is now 240.
"Bloody firelizards!" And that's it for Dare.
Milo grins at Ely's second kiss, and returns it enthusiastically this time, though it's still chaste enough for the kiddos. "Ah, well, I'm done," he says. He bows to Moydeo, all flair and insincerity. "Congratulations, m'lady," he says, popping back up. "You have won the game." He cracks up again over Dare's rather… wordy expletives. "All right. I'll pitch in some marks for a drink for the winner!" He fishes a small mark out of his pocket and flips it toward Mo. "Think fast!" Then his arm snakes around Ely's waist. "I'm for bed. You planning on joining me?" He gives Ely a grin about six times as lascivious as the one Dare gave him earlier, and doesn't try to stop his chuckling.
Dare grins at the other players, "Well I'm off to go search somebody…." She grins at someone, "You know, Hi, I'm Dare, my Asenath thinks I should Search you….But before I does that, you gots to take off all your clothes…I give you a medical check and…if you pass you gets Searched…" Or something like that. "Well if you all would excuse me…Work to be done." And off she goes.
Elyciana still can't stop chortling on and off despite the fact that the dart game has since ended. Oddly enough, too, she doesn't seem that upset that she didn't win, even though she does aim a small smirk at Moydeo, "If the drudges weren't aroun to block my shots, I'm sure I'd have won!" But that's about it. She contents herself with leaning into Milodann and casting him a sidelong smirk of her own, "Ah, you must be psychic. You don't know how tired I am from trying to aim at those drudges all evening." She lets out a sigh, feigning exhaustion before waving a hand towards the door, "Shall we?" She seems prepared to let Milodann steer her wherever he is apt to wander off to.
Moydeo blinks, and catches the mark. "Ah, thanks." She says, and tucks it away for now. She waves to the other players. "Good game guys." She says with a grin, good sportsmanship and all that. She sets down her darts, and heads out to the main bar area.
Milodann looks at Ely in mock surprise. "Oh, I didn't tell you that I can read minds?" he asks, as if it's something common. He's joking, of course. There's a quick detour for his sketchbook, and then away they go! He waves to Mo on the way out.
'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.