Log: Nish & Ben Who: Nish & Ben What: Throwin' stuff, talking mythology, etc. Where: BATL When: Thursday evening Warnings/Rating: Probs low
Throwing axes was um... Well, not a normal Ben activity, to put it mildly. His older, more athletic brother, definitely. For sure. But, you live in a small town long enough and you start to run out of things you haven't done yet, so why not cross another thing off the old bucket list and try something new? Right? Logic. Anyway, maybe it could be a new thing. A different physical activity to break up the monotony of either swimming or running. Something else to clear his head.
And, alright, the real draw was that it seemed like something straight out of a renaissance fair. The Baileys had been to a handful of them over the years because it was one of those few things they could all agree on and do on the (relative) cheap. He sort of half anticipated there'd be a bard running around singing about Beowulf while someone else roasted turkey legs, with a huge cask of mead at the center of it all. No such luck. Ah well.
But there were axes. And people throwing axes, which, he supposed was what he really should have been expecting. But now uh... Now what? He was about five steps into the doorway with a look that was half bewilderment, half intrigue. A coach? He could probably use a coach.