Logs:A Box Of Kittens
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| RL Date: 28 December, 2014 |
| Who: Farideh, Tomic, Minara, Z'riah, Drex, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tomic has some kittens he wants to give away. |
| Where: Common Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 8, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm. |
| Mentions: Itsy/Mentions, Jorey/Mentions |
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>---< Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr(#378RJs) >---------------------<
Just off of the main passageway lies the small cavern that forms the hub
of the residents' quarters, kept immaculately clean by the headwoman's
staff and warmed in cold weather by a stone hearth to the left and well
back from the entrance. Comfortable chairs and a plush fur arrayed before
the hearth make an inviting spot to curl up with a book or handicraft, or
just to sit and chat. Beyond, additional chairs stand in clusters
throughout the room, some upholstered with age-softened hide, some plain
wood. At the widest point of the cavern, a round table gleams with polish,
though its surface is nicked and scarred from Turns of use. Beyond the
table, the very back of the cavern often lies in shadow unless the
glowbaskets there are unlidded to cast cozy pools of light. The commingled
scents of klah, smoke and polish permeate the air along with the sweetness
of rosemary and lavender.
Tapestries hang across the entrances to dormitories and more private
quarters as well as the exit to the outer hall, colorful protections from
drafts.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Farideh F 18 5'5 Skinny, Brown hair, Hazel eyes 0s
Tomic M 19 6'4" Broad, Black hair, Brown eyes 3s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Private Rooms Resident Quarters Candidate Quarters Headwoman's Office
Nursery Classroom Inner Caverns
>-------------------------------------< 28D 8M 36T I10, summer afternoon >---< Tomic has taken over not only one of the big chairs, but also the fur in front of the hearth. The chair seems to be for him; he sits, feet and knees a shoulder-width apart. You can tell, because he's bent over and resting his shoulders on said knees. And staring at the crate. The crate, that's what's taking up the fur. Maybe he's sick; it's summer, after all, and who really needs that much warmth? Even if you're living in a cave? From the direction of the lower caverns, comes a familiar brunette laundress dressed in her usual fitted pants and a loose white blouse, holding a small cup filled with frozen fruit and ice. Farideh's busy spooning a mouthful between her lips, and nearly passes Tomic by. It's the crate, perhaps, that has her walking backwards so she's parallel with the schlepper. "What is that?" she says around a mouthful of cold berries, her mouth pinching accordingly. Tomic doesn't really notice Farideh passing by. People pass by all the time. He does notice her backing up, and for that reason, and that reason alone, looks away from the crate. Well, after he's put those big mitts of his overtop, as a sort of make-do netting. "They," Tomic offers with a lazy grin that has to stand in for greeting as much as answer. "That's a they." There's... some sort of high-pitched noise out of the crate. And then a little, tiny, adorable 'thud'. Late afternoon has come and Tomic is in the commons, deliberating over a crate, of which Farideh is immensely curious. "They? What they? You don't have tunnelsnakes in there, do you?" That thought brings her up short, just a few feet shy of the schlepper's bulk. She does go up on her tippy-toes to try and see what's there, which is simply impossible given her distance and her lack of height; she'll settle on staring at Tomic, eagerly waiting his answer. "No, no." The first one was normal. The second one has gone higher in pitch, because he's turned back to that crate, taking one of his hands away. The next sound to escape is distinctly 'mew' in nature. "They might even eat tunnelsnakes when they grow up." It's clearly an adorable prospect; his tone of voice says so. The second hand comes away from the crate, and he reaches in and scoops out a ball of fluff. This is held out in Farideh's direction. Mew. Kitten. "No?" Concern tugs Farideh's brows together, but they're fast to fly upwards when he pulls out a kitten. She almost drops her cup she's in such a rush to get at it, and somehow manages to put it on a nearby table, to melt into a sticky mess. "Where," she squeals, grabbing for the one he's holding out to her, "did you find these?" Despite her hurried, excited demeanor, she will take said kitten and cuddle it softly against her chest, reveling in the mewling as she strokes between its ears. Tomic only winces a little bit for that squeal, but it's a wince that comes paired with a crooked ('cause of the wince) smile. "I got sent to get them. Just outside the Weyr." He points to the hallway that will eventually lead to the bowl, helpful. One of the kittens still in the crate is curious. It requires the laying of his hands overtop the opening again. "Do you want one? Like maybe that one?" Hands occupied, he'll have to nod toward it. Minara walks in from the direction of the hallway, gnawing distractedly on a hangnail while glancing at a small note in her hand. That mew brings her up short, however. Not exactly a common sound in the common room. She stares at the kitten in Farideh's hands for a moment, then at Tomic, then at the crate. "New business plan?" The laundress doesn't seem to be listening, even after she's the one who asked the question. "Hm? Oh?" Those being generic answers while she's giving loving strokes of her fingers to the kitten's tiny ears. Her sigh is possibly rapturous. "Of course I want it. You couldn't have it back if you asked," Farideh says with a bit of a smile playing around her mouth; it lingers when Minara enters, her hazel eyes flicking to the other girl. "Yes. Kittens for a kiss." Enterprising, no? But she's staring at Minara purposefully. "You can't take it if you're just going to give it away," Tomic protests when Farideh names the price. From another, it might have been a witticism. From Tomic, it's earnest. His hands still cover the open crate on the fur before the hearth, but he's twisted enough in his seat that he can see Farideh and Minara where they stand. The crate, or rather one of its occupants, emits another mewing sound. "They need forever homes." Still earnest. "Careful, with the mood some of the folks are in today, they might get snatched up for dinner," Minara replies to Tomic and Farideh both as she moves toward one of the chairs. Tucking the bit of hide into a pocket, she takes a seat and starts to untie her shoes. "Where were they that the need new homes?" "I," Farideh says, shooting a belligerent glance over her shoulder at Tomic, "am not giving this one away. I'm simply helping you barter for better odds. Kisses are a much needed commodity." Minara gets a severe look, but no words; and then the laundress is back to giving the little fluff ball in her hands cuddles, nose to nose, complete with cute little mushy noises that shouldn't be heard outside of her head. This isn't really Z'riah's usual neck of the woods, but he's not a complete stranger to the residential areas of the caverns. Especially considering that he's attracted to pu-- purring kittens. He recognizes Tomic immediately, probably tries to pretend he doesn't know Farideh at all, and crowds in closer to get a better look. "What's happening?" Slouching his way out from the residents dorms, Drex is just another passerby, his height countered by his posture. The group gathering near the hearth makes him slow, frowning as his gaze passes over each of the occupants, recognizing one or two. That's enough to make him draw closer to see what has their interest, though he hangs back near the chairs where Minara's seated. "Firelizards?" he speculates, to her, though the noises Farideh makes earns a bizarrely squinting expression of bemusement. Lycinea looks tired. Not just "had a long shift," but dirt-kneed, palm-scraped, hair mussed (nothing new) tired. She drags her worn boots across the floor into the cavern and might've kept going but for the pierc--er, carrying sound of Farideh's voice. Then she stops and the reason is written on her face: is her friend possessed? "What on Pern's grub-ridden dirt are you doing, Farideh?" It's demanded tiredly from some distance away where she still can't see what's what. "Firelizard?" She echoes Drex, her tone much more inquisitive than guessing and she squints at him, nose wrinkled just for a moment before looking back to the rest. Tomic shakes his head a little bit, a gentle correction of, "But I'm giving them away," going to Farideh. He recognises Z'riah right back, and those hands come off the top of the box, and dip into it, bringing out another little ball of fluff. This one is black. And trying to eat his fingernail. "Want a kitten?" The glance that goes back in Minara's direction doesn't quite make it to an actual look, at her or the guy who's come up near her. It's the thought that counts. Also that has him specifying to the dragonrider, "For a pet?" Minara is still just removing her shoes, also on the tail end of a long day. She shakes her head to the offer of a kitten, then gets to her feet again, shoes in hand. "I'll be right back," she announces to the room at large before disappearing into the living area. Firelizards? Are they mad? For Lycinea's benefit more than anyone else's, that poor kitten gets lifted into the air above her head. "It's kittens." Her glee is palpable, and it's shortly that she's bringing the tiny feline back to her chest for snuggles. "A bunch of kittens. You should keep one, Lya," Farideh eagerly assures her friend, pointing with her free hand to the box that Tomic's guarding. "Kittens," after a beat, "for free," with her eyes rolling skyward. She glances enthusiastically from face to face, that's gathered - offering Z'riah a glare, Minara's departing figure another severe look, and Drex a pensive scrutiny. "Me?" asks Z'riah, eyeing the black ball of fluff like it's both adorable and seriously fragile. "Can I hold it?" Just in case it wasn't Z'riah that Tomic was talking to. Still ignoring Farideh. But also not paying much attention to Lya or anyone else because there's a kitten he wants to hold, dammit. A grunt is Drex's answer to revelation of kittens, surprised, maybe. "Good for mousin'," comes the sailor's drawl, complete with lift-and-drop of shoulders in one movement. "Dunno why you'd want 'em as a pet," he asides, since the offer isn't made to him. With Minara's departure, he slouches into her chair, claiming it as his own. "Kittens." Lya sounds dubious. That look she gives the lofted one is even more so, then she's looking at the box, and then up from the box to the charitable kitten-giver. He gets a narrow-eyed look of suspicion. So much cuteness is probably a trap of some variety. Still, she advances, with caution. She casts a look back at Drex which catches up the departing Minara before she stops next to Z'riah. "Kittens." Just the one word will do to express everything she might need to say here, right? It might be an aside, but Tomic catches it. "Might be good for tunnelsnakes, too," is sent back only after the black kitten has been safely deposited with Z'riah. Yes, him. "But not for anything... strange. Or foody." Lycinea is soon front and centre in his vision, though, and Drex is all but forgotten. "Well." A pitiful meow from the crate at his feet, the little grey and white one all by its lonesome, and not in the least bit impressed. "Maybe just kitten." With a kitten in his grasp, Z'riah's usefulness for anything relating to decent conversation is all but lost. He draws the kitten up toward his face, because that's what you do with kittens, and kisses it. Or maybe just buries his face in its fur. "Faranth, you're fucking adorable. And I need a new buddy," the last is added a little more directly to the kitten. "I don't mean from you," he adds to Lya, lest she get any ideas. A slouched, half-finished shrug is Drex's answer to Tomic. "If they don't get eaten first," he counters, on the topic of tunnelsnakes. But attention doesn't stay long, and he loops a leg over the arm of the chair, watching. "Kittens," Farideh says for the umpteenth time, and it doesn't lose a bit of its enthusiasm with each. It's Z'riah's attitude that has her smile wavering, angry eyes slashing to the greenrider. Insulting her friend? No on her watch. She brushes past the dark-haired man - and if she bumps into him by accident, so be it - on her way to the box and the leftover kittens. Only one left and two sets of hands. Her eyes flick up to Drex, considering, before she sighs and holds her kitten out to Lycinea in a reluctant way. "We can share, this one. I doubt he wants to." Friends share their kittens. True friends, anyway. "You can't have it from me," so there, Z'riah. Lya gives him a look though, after she's said it, considering. She's probably not even sure what she's talking about at this point. But that's fine, because Farideh is offering her a kitten, reluctantly, so she looks at Farideh and makes The Great Sacrifice. "No, it's okay." She glances briefly to Tomic before dropping onto her knees next to the crate to simply take a look. She's keeping her hands to herself, just looking. "Cuter than tunnelsnakes," might be meant for Drex, though it's said quietly enough to be overlooked in all the kitten-y hubbub. Tomic leans forward in his chair, and scoops that last little fluffball out of the crate, cradling it easily in his hands, and keeping it held out so Lycinea can see. "Except maybe baby tunnelsnakes." Intended for him or not, Tomic is certainly near enough to hear it. "I bet those are pretty cute." He peeks away from the kitten (who doesn't seem in any danger of leaping to her death just now), to check in on the greenrider. And the laundress. "You like 'em?" "It's great." It. Because Z'riah doesn't know how to tell a boy kitten from a girl kitten. He even lifts it up a little higher to look underneath without flipping it over to check. "What do you want for it?" There's a snort from Drex's direction. Maaaybe in response to Lycinea. But then he probably couldn't hear her. "Kitten and baby tunnelsnake fightin'. Now that'd be a sport." Surely the sailor is joking? He's eyeing off Farideh's chosen kitten with a fair amount of consideration, though. "I'm not sure baby anythings could be taught to fight," but it sounds like Lya's genuinely considering Drex's idea. "Seems like they'd just pile up and fall asleep." She purses her lips and looks at the kitten Tomic is holding where she can see it. Then, slowly, tentatively, she lifts a hand toward it (and consequently him, but it is the important thing here), nearing it, but not really seeking to touch yet. "You sure?" Farideh asks, but pulls the kitten back to into the safety of her arms, to savor the soft mews it keeps giving voice to. "A lot cuter than tunnelsnakes." To Lycinea and, presumably, Drex, whom gets his own considering look from the laundress for considering her kitten. "I love her," as she chooses its gender for it, rather than attempting to look and find, like Z'riah is doing. "I think I'll name her--" She pulls the feline away, again, to stare at wonderingly. "Satine?" The kitten in Tomic's hands mews again. Tomic, turning his attention back toward it, looks like his face is about ready to melt off because of cuteness. "Just want them to have a home. They weren't even mine, until they were." Fully trusting everyone to understand this rather brief rendition of the kittens' gritty backstory, he contents himself to stare at the grey and white thing. And check back with Lya's fingers, now and again. "No fighting," is quite an afterthought. The greenrider gives up trying to figure out what's under the kitten's tail and instead draws it closer to his chest. "Thanks, man," Z'riah says to the large kitten man. A smile is flashed to Lycinea, but not Farideh, before he's turning to make his way back out of the common room. Possibly off to the kitchen to find something that kittens like to eat. Surely the kitchen staff will be totally okay with this. Lycinea's fingers are cautious, though they do seek to stroke the kitten in Tomic's hands. She's still thoughtful as she offers in return the deeply meaningful question, "But when they're babies, don't they just hunt milk?" She squints at the kitten, as if trying to guess age, but given her tentativeness, it doesn't seem like she has a lot of experience in this area. "I mean, even dragons have to have their meat cut up and brought in the beginning, right?" So would it follow that kittens wouldn't necessarily be all pounce-claw-rend-chew? "Who's hunting for milk?" Minara asks as she reappears from the direction of the resident quarters. She has fresh clothes on and a pair of slippers rather than her earlier shoes. There is a ragged book of some sort tucked under her elbow as she takes stock of the common room once more. "Kill, really?" Farideh shakes her head, moving from the general vicinity of the box to a chair off to the side, where she can side and stroke her new feline friend to her heart's content. Minara's re-arrival is noted with a lift of dubious eyes and slim brows. "Still kittens." She doesn't assert her opinion, because she likely doesn't have one. Back to making annoying kissy sounds at her kitten. Tomic holds that little kitten steady. That little kitten goes from trying to bite Tomic's fingernail to trying after Lycinea's fingertip. It's not a vicious bite, bloodthirsty though the kitten may be. It's milk-suck biting. "Maybe that's why," Tomic muses. "The milk thing. Why Jorey's mum didn't want him keeping them." Another snort from Drex, in response to that comparison to dragons of all things. He's looking quite comfortable in Minara's chair, not moving despite her return. "Kittens grow up," he says, in a tone that might be better elucidated as duh. "Almost all of us do," Lya answers Drex though not, it seems, toward any particular end. Instead she's eyeing the kitten and its milk-seeking bite. "Do you have milk for them?" She asks of Tomic with raised brows. She looks to Farideh, just very briefly, with the kind of doubt that might be about the brunette's ability to be nurturing toward anything, even something as adorable as a kitten, but then she's looking away again and she finds Minara conveniently. "Pickles, right?" She asks her as she plays place the face. Minara smirks in reply to Lycinea but doesn't otherwise reply as she picks one of the other chairs, what with Drex sitting in her previous one. Plenty to choose from, right? "Haven't offloaded them all yet?" she asks Tomic as the smirk grows into a lazy grin. She settles her book in her lap but doesn't open it just yet. She arches a brow at Farideh, having just caught the "kill" comment, but again she keeps her thoughts to herself. Farideh's kitten is purring under her gentle hands, curled up, now, in the brunette's lap with all the signs of impending sleep with the way its little head wobbles. "Isn't there milk in the kitchens?" she asks of Lycinea, one fingernail scratching behind her kitten's ear. "They don't look hungry. Just--" She twirls a finger around the tiny, fluffy tail, "sleepy." This one, anyway. "I... I dunno. I just kind of chewed up some of my lunch and gave it to them." Kittens are still cute when you learn just who's been regurgitating food for them, right? "Seemed to take to it okay." To Minara, "I dunno, maybe. Two of them. This one..." The big guy's tilting his head and looking adoringly at it. Could it be love? A cough from Drex. "You spat out food for 'em?" The sailor squints at the kitten in question. "Thought that was a avian thing. Anyway, s'long as none of your cots are near mine." He pushes up, sloooowly. "They're night timers." "No, my roommates all have boobs," Lya tells Drex, and then halts. "That came out wrong," and she hasn't laid claim to a kitten anyway, though she hasn't stopped her borrowing of Tomic's for stroking. "Can I hold it for a minute?" She asks then, raising her blonde brows at the bigger boy. "I don't think I ever have." But she's been watching him, so she probably wouldn't break it. Minara rubs at her nose. Then again. Then... again. It's when she suddenly has to stifle a sneeze that she gives up, getting back to her feet, book in tow. "Summer cold," she claims, waiving to the others. "Good luck with the kittens." Then she heads back into the corridor, either for Healer attention, or just fresh air. The laundress looks similarly horrified by Tomic's revelation. "That's disgusting," Farideh imparts, her fingers stilling in their petting; not that the kitten minds, it's already dozing contently on her thighs. To Drex, schooling her features into something terrifyingly sweet: "We'll be sure to drop by when you're sleeping for a playdate." Since he mentioned it. "But they're little," Tomic answers Drex and Farideh both, eyes wide and sympathetic with that note. Lycinea is happy distraction. "Oh, sure." And he prepares to, carefully, transfer the kitten over into her hands. "Just little," is repeated more to Lya than anyone else. She seems to understand, at least, right? "Oh?" Drex's brows go up at Lycinea's words. "Need another roommate?" He frowns after Minara, edging slightly away from the seat she occupied before giving Tomic a puzzled sort of look at his response. Farideh's words make him pause for a moment, and he's grinning, in a leering, suggestive sort of way, "If you like." Lycinea makes a face at Drex. "Would you need another roommate if you had to live with five other girls?" The comment might have gone over her head. "No. Shards, no." She glances after Minara, "But at least none of them are sick, yet." Cheerful! She accepts the kitten from Tomic with care, her focus on that, "If your roommates don't suck, we could trade, but if you have more than five, nevermind." More even if they're better does not make better overall, evidently. She casts Farideh a gloomy look; living arrangements, how sucky for them all in these caverns. Tomic's excuse does little to curb the disapproving slant of her eyes when she glances at him, or in the dismissive way she looks away; kitten savior or not, that's gross. Her gaze slips to Drex again, narrowing, after a brief interlude on Lycinea, trying to convey exasperation at the girl's naivete. "How inviting of you. Your fancy-haired friend will be there?" she asks politely, with a less-than-polite expression, that of a sardonic smile. Satine, or whatever its name will be, dozes on. Tomic suffers his regurgitation-based isolation in silence for a while, content to focus just on Lycinea, and that little grey and white furball she's got. "You never had a kitten before?" All the rest of the conversation: unimportant at this time. "No. I've never had anything before." Lya considers the kitten still trying to suckle her fingers. "You should get it something to eat," she advises Tomic like she knows. There's a glance toward Drex and a furrowing of her brows, "You're a sailor? I thought you were just some dumb boy," which is probably how she describes most young men who don't have names known to her. "Hmm." She looks at him and then, "I don't buy it. Can I see the bottom of your feet?" Farideh still wants to be Lya's bestie at this point, right? Everything is going downhill. Curling the kitten into the crook of one arm, Farideh stands up and levels a disgusted glare on the sailor. "Screw. You. And your stupid little friend too." She shoots Tomic the barest, briefest glance, and Lycinea doesn't get one; they'll catch up later. With little else to say, she turns and stomps towards the residential cavern, where her room of four is waiting. "Sure," Tomic agrees, and, for the first time in a long time, stands up from his chair. "Just... hang on to her for me, okay?" He'll be back soon. Surely. Unless something happens. It'll be fine. "I'm a sailor and a dumb boy," Drex counters Lycinea. Farideh's words have him chuckling, and with a shrug of shoulders, he heads off towards the kitchens, whistling some sailor's bawdy song under his breath. |
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