Logs:A Bronzerider's New Clothes
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| RL Date: 3 June, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, N'ky, Rasavyth, Cailluneth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin's commissioned wardrobe comes in. He calls N'ky for manly back-up. They talk of men wearing pink and other things. |
| Where: Rasavyth's Ledge and Questionably Painted Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 12, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Sh'mel/Mentions, C'ter/Mentions, April/Mentions, J'madri/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Very back-dated, played via gdocs. |
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| Rasavyth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr What a spectacular weyr! Its large ledge boasts a pair of perfect hollows, room enough for a pair of bronzes, and just inside the entrance are a series of shelves cut into the stone, ideal for displaying small knickknacks and keeping everything organized. Questionably Painted Weyr At the back of the weyr the cavern branches into two good-sized back rooms with a double-sided fireplace occupying the wall they share. The weyr even comes already decorated. It has an ornately carved bed and press in both of the rooms; the front area offers a polished rectangular table and six matching chairs, a set-up perfect for entertaining. Rugs are scattered across the floor, their colors bright and cheery to match the walls. But oh, those walls! Some artistic hand has painted mural on every wall, filled with bright colors and bordered by mixed fruits and vegetables. The mildest murals are filled with exuberant scenes of dancing people, but most of them are of a more... questionable nature. They're certainly not the sort of thing any concerned parent would want their children to see, though they give the weyr a definite party atmosphere.
And with rather less amusement, merely a cool, silvery moonscape, Cailluneth wordlessly confirmed that N'ky would come. When they do arrive, it's with more than the cold of winter on them - Cailluneth lands alongside Rasavyth, hide as between-chilled as N'ky's riding leathers are. He's in the process of stripping off his helmet, goggles and gloves as he trots through the couch, ruffling his flattened curls and calling out, "I'm here!" as he goes - as if Rasavyth might not have already passed the message along. "It's pink!" Its a mournful wail that greets N'ky as K'zin comes into view, moving to meet N'ky in the broad entrance to the big cavern. And 'it' is! His tunic is a pretty pale shade of rose. It's not too bright and not too offensive, but it is decidedly pink. "He-" The whuffling Rasavyth, of course, "-expects me to wear it! Tell him I can't. That no self-respecting man would!" It looks good on him though. Here shall be decided the age old question: do real men wear pink? K'zin's wearing it well as it sets off his dark hair and dusky skin, and compliments the natural light blush that runs along his cheek-bones making him look a little exhilarated despite the fact that the rest of his face is settled into a mournful expression. The pants help, too, they're a light khaki color and cut and pressed. The whole look makes him look clean-cut. All he need do is slick back his hair and add a cardigan over his shoulders and he'll be ready for the most civilized of pursuits. Pink. Oh, so pink. N'ky stops dead at the sight before him, eyes wide in amusement. "Waki." Then comes the laughter, blurted out past lips trying hard to suppress it. He strips off his cold leather jacket as he approaches his pink-clad friend, eyes coursing the length of him and finding nothing to quell the hilarity. "You look so pretty," he manages at last, draping his jacket over the back of a chair and dropping the rest of his riding gear atop the table beside it. It's the same chair he always picks - a spot he's claimed as his own. The drab colours of his own clothing, black leathers and an off-white shirt, are a striking contrast to his more prettily-clad friend, who he can't help but look over, once more, shaking his head this time. "You can't. Rasavyth, you can't make him wear it. He looks gay." Teasing a little, he raises a brow to challenge K'zin to contest the comment, one corner of his lips tweaked up into a smug little smile. "It's such a pretty pink, Waki." K'zin's cheeks turn many shades darker than his shirt at the laughter, turning as he meets N'ky to fall into step next to him. As N'ky's smile turns smug, K'zin is stripping off the offending shirt and tossing it onto the table. "He says it's to make me look gay. To help me come off unthreatening to some others. I think it'll just get me laughed at." He glares down at the shirt, as though it had some say in the matter. "'Ugh. I don't really care if people think I'm gay, I do care that it's pink! Girls wear pink! Ugh." "... Rasavyth wants you to look gay." It's a question, but N'ky delivers it so deadpan that it doesn't have the typical inflection that comes with such. "Why would Rasavyth want you to look gay?" Confused, he picks up the discarded shirt, fingering the fabric for a second before he drops it back onto the table, stripping off his own shirt to swap it for the offensive one. Given that it's tailored for K'zin it's far from a good fit for the skinnier greenrider; the shoulders are too broad and the chest too wide for a start. He holds up a finger to K'zin, telling him to wait while he trots out far enough for Cailluneth to be able to peer in and see him - and by the time he comes back, he's already pulling free of the pink fabric. "I'm kinda glad I don't suit pink." The shirt's set over the back of a chair with more care than when it was discarded by its owner, and N'ky picks up his own to slip into, buttoning it up deftly. "Did you call me to give you fashion advice, Waki? 'cos I'm pretty sure one've the girls would've been a better choice." "Ugh." That syllable is getting a lot of use from the bronzerider tonight. It's not in response to N'ky's initial question, but rather a continued expression of his disgust with his lifemate. "Rasavyth says," K'zin approximates the subtle accent that laces the tenor of his lifemate's mindvoice, "'Eighty-five percent of the people that you will meet in your life you will meet three times or fewer. The most congenial people are those who do not ruffle or threaten others with their look or manner. As such, to appear gay, or at least asexual, is to remove threat from being a good-looking virile man.'" The rider frowns as his own timbre and rhythm of speech return. "I get what he's saying, and I don't think he's wrong, even if I wouldn't have put it like that. I might've said there are times to use your looks, and times when your looks can distract or hamper your goals, but-" Brown eyes look to N'ky, once again mournful. "-it's pink!" It's not the principle he objects to, just the manner in which Rasavyth wishes him to act on it. K'zin watches as N'ky returns with the shirt, grinning then. "It's good that you don't suit pink. I imagine, and I might imagine wrong since I don't know her that well, that Cailluneth would like you in bright colors. Or does she only like them in her head? Does she have a favorite for things?" There's a little shake of his head for the fashion advice. "No. I asked you here to have my back. You know what he's like." Pause. "Or maybe you don't. He can be... stubborn. Hard to argue with anyway. When he thinks he is right. Which he usually is..." This is granted with a little grudge, but not much. It is becoming a normal part of life that Ras is right about a lot of things. N'ky snorts. "I think Rasavyth's talking rubbish, and I think your ego's getting too big." He play-punches his friend's shoulder, then hops up onto the table, swinging his legs like he used to as a youngster, hands folded in his lap. "Cailluneth and I don't need colours, we've got them all in here," he taps his temple. "If I was wearing bright clothes and had all of her colours in my mind, it'd be too much - it's not just colour that she sees. It's everything that becomes a colour. Like love, or hate, or the scent of a flower, or the tone of someone's voice. But she's a little more muted now that she knows the world better. Or maybe I'm just more used to it?" A beat, during which he closes his eyes, holding up one finger to his friend, asking him to wait as he assesses his lifemate's mind. "No - n-no. Definitely less colour, more moonlight rainbow." Brown eyes open again, and he shrugs his shoulders gently. "Are you feeling better now? Do you think you'll be able to go between soon?" There's a shrug to answer N'ky's opinion of the explanation K'zin and his lifemate offered up. The matter of the pink shirt is put to rest as K'zin snags it up and moves to the doorway of his bedroom, throwing the thing haplessly in. "Makes sense," The bronzer answers to the explanation of colors, interjecting it before he takes a moment to decide how the evolution of color truly is. "Moonlight rainbow sounds pretty," He adds, "Maybe she's being a little more attentive to you and not overwhelming you with so much color? Or maybe it's just 'cause she's getting older." He doesn't sound particularly committed to either idea, simply spitballing ideas aloud. He moves to the cabinet across from the table and crouches to open the lowest set of doors, pulling out a pair of mugs and a skin of ale. "Ale? I have klah, if you'd rather." Aware of the greenrider's usual preference. "I'm mostly better. Not all the way yet. Still coughing some, get tired pretty easily." He's still on light duty, so those symptoms account for that. "Don't expect that they'll let me between for a couple sevens yet. Probably have to completely beat the cough before they'll be convinced it's safe." "Dunno," is N'ky's shrugged reply to K'zin's speculation for Cailluneth's change. She just is, therefore it doesn't matter why. The greenrider watches as his friend goes to get the drinks, eyeing the ale thoughtfully. "I'll... I'll have a little bit. Then klah. Is it hot? Can it be hot?" Because who wants cold klah in this increasingly chilly weather? "You're going to miss out if we go to Ista, like we said we would. Not that I've heard anyone making plans for it for a while, but... you're not going to be with us for graduation, are you?" N'ky hops down from the table, standing with his hands slipped into his pockets. "It won't be the same if you're not there." A third mug's handle is coaxed onto a curled finger and then K'zin is coming back to the table with the three and the skin. He takes a moment to arrange the mugs, two side by side and then the third off a bit. He pours the first mug only half-full (or empty, depending on one's perspective) and slides it toward N'ky before filling the second. "No. I don't think I will be with you all for graduation. I've got some time to play catch-up, but I'll still be behind." He shrugs his shoulders. "Apparently, I could've died. So. It's better that I didn't and that the only consequence is having to wait to between. I'll catch up eventually. Y'all'll have fun doing whatever for graduation anyway." Another shrug. There's nothing he can do about it, then the last mug is snagged up, and an amused smirk touches his lips, saying as he heads for the bedroom. "Of course the klah can be hot. What kind of savage do you take me for?" The last is said with an air of mockery. Then he's gone and back again after only a few moments with a steaming mug from the hearth shared by the bedrooms. N'ky curls his fingers around the mug of ale, peering down into the shadowed depths of it. "Yeah. I guess it's better you didn't - don't die." He hops back up onto the table while K'zin goes off to heat the klah, accepting that mug with a much warmer smile. "Thanks." It's set aside so he can at least take a sip from the ale, but he's not so enthusiastic about the boozy drink. "Going between's nothing too awesome, anyway. It's just... like... you freak out at first getting it all right, and then it's like nothing. We've been going all over with C'ter," N'ky's mentor, "he's been taking us to some really cool spots. There's a cluster of islands he showed me off the coast of Ista that would be pretty cool for camping, or something. When you're better. If you want to go?" "Ras'd prefer it that way to be sure. Me too." K'zin's answer comes with a grin as he claims his own mug, sliding into a chair, slouching lazily across it, one leg going over the armrest. "Yeah? S'funny, I think Ras is looking forward to it the way Cailluneth looked forward to hunting. He feels like he's going to do very well with it. Betweening is a mental exercise more than a physical one. That's good, though, that he feels that way. And that it's no big deal. I'll take your word on it and just keep a guard from him getting over-confident and all that." There's a nod for the word about C'ter and the islands, "Will have to wait and see about the camping. Things keep getting busier and busier." He doesn't explain with what, but it's no secret that the bronzerider keeps himself busy with all kinds of things, even when he should be resting and recovering. "Been anywhere else that's interesting yet?" "Yeah, always busy." N'ky swills his ale around in his mug, watching it swirl before he takes a hesitant sip from it. That's about all he manages before he swaps for his klah instead, nudging the mug further down the table, away from him. "Nowhere interesting, really. I, um, missed out on the, um, pirates. I've n-not been to the Hold, except for, um, learning the reference. So... I've done nothing interesting at all, I guess." He shrugs his shoulders, curling fingers around his mug. "Maybe Alida would like to go camping with me. I might ask her, or April and J'madri, maybe. Or... well. One of them, maybe not both." The klah is raised to his lips, blown on gently, then sipped from. Once it's lowered, he sits looking down into it, swinging his feet again with boot toes scraping off the floor. "Look, Nick, I will if I have time," K'zin's words carry a mixture of apology and defensiveness. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that life is really full right now, and it's hard to think of a time that isn't. I just got out of the infirmary and have a ton of make-up work to do. You gotta give me some time to get my head wrapped around things before I can even think about something like camping." He sighs heavily, no longer just sipping his ale, but swallowing it down in more quantity. "Both at once is getting adventurous." He notes. This is delivered dryly, with humor. "I'm told that's the kind of thing one shouldn't surprise people with. It apparently doesn't go over well. Sometime I want to try it, just to find out. Suggesting it. Not necessarily it." His tone doesn't give any hint as to if it would be something he'd be interested in actually doing or not. N'ky chugs his klah, setting the mug down and running his tongue over his lips. "I didn't mean anything by that, K'zin. It's a fact. You're always busy." He shrugs, considers the ale for a moment, then pushes it further away. "I c-could have them both at once if I wanted." The stutter gives it away that he's either not entirely comfortable with the thought of it - or that the prospect excites him, perhaps? Whichever it is, he's not as good at hiding things as the bronzerider is. He squirms a little, dropping down off the table to stand up, stretching out to his full, coltish height. "Why w-would you just suggest it, and not try it? You get enough girls up here to, um, d-do it any time, probably." Now the stutter's clearly due to uncomfortable territory, as N'ky takes a step towards the nearest rug, nudging at its edge with his boot while digging his hands deeply into his pockets. "H-have you had any guys up here yet?" "Yeah, I am." K'zin grimaces as he admits it, but there's a shrug, too, as if there's nothing to be done about it. "Life just keeps lumping things on, I guess." He lifts his ale and several more swallows are taken before offering the greenrider an amused grin for the possibility, but at least this time he doesn't tease about it. "I dunno. Never had the option to so far, I might suggest it just to see what happens. Most likely, I'd get slapped, I imagine. If I suggested it to two at once. Although, I guess there's been stranger things offered to women in bars or wherever else." He shifts in his chair, reaching up one hand to scratch along his jaw a little self-consciously. "Haven't actually had many girls up here in sevens. Lots of sevens. I got on some girls' dimglow lists, actually, for turning them away when I'd been pretty willing before." There's another shrug for that, and then a shake of his head. "No, no guys. Unless you count Sh'mel, but that wasn't for anything sexual. Just team bonding, sanding and base-painting." He flicks his fingers now, and what was possibly overlooked before is now obvious. The mural wall (the smallest) that held the food before has been sanded clean and painted over with a base layer in preparation for a fancier overcoat. "What about you? Did you and J'madri...?" He trails off, the question obvious from there with the suggestive raise of a single brow. N'ky blushes deeply, shaking his head at the latter question. To escape it for a moment or two, he walks over to the clean wall, running tentative fingers over paint. "Um... no. We, um... no. Some stuff, but... I c-couldn't." He digs his hands deep into his pockets, staring at the wall and rocking back on his heels. "I think he's, um, a little... angry. That I couldn't do it. I wasn't ready, and he's been... well, he's not been up to my weyr since. He's been hanging around with one of, um, Snowdrift's riders." N'ky shrugs, clearly a little hurt by it all, but not too bothered. "I have April, anyway. It's all good." Then he looks towards the bedrooms, from one to the other. "Will you paint over all of them?" "Some people get bent out of shape about that." K'zin shrugs his shoulders. "If he got mad over something like that, then fuck him. Figuratively. Go at your own pace with things and screw the idiots of the world that aren't wanting to be patient. It's not like there isn't time for that yet." Not much, but still. Time. "You'll do-- whatever-- when you're ready." Shrug. It sounds, all this while, that K'zin's speaking to himself as much as to his greenriding companion. "I'll paint over all these in here. Ras wants a big map on that wall." The one with the humping; the largest in the main cavern. "And over the ones in the training room. Too distracting. The bedroom..." He trails off, fingers scrubbing over his jaw and then there's a grin all-too-readily identifying him as a teen male. "Those can stay. I've not gotten any complaints. Some of them are quite inspirational." Then he's laughing to himself and putting the mug to his lips again. "Yeah, I... I don't think I want to do it any more. There's no-one I trust left to do it with." N'ky shrugs, poking his head into the bedroom for a quick peek at the dirty murals in there. He comes out with a blush colour his cheeks, and a cheeky smirk quirking up one corner of his mouth. The greenrider wanders back over to the table, turning a chair around to slump against is with his legs akimbo, and his elbows resting on the back. He settles his chin in his hand, and sighs. "So," he huffs softly, canting his head to one side. "Did you just want me to look at your shirt?" "Things change." K'zin's answer as N'ky heads for the bedroom is quiet. His move and return give the bronzerider time to think on those two simple words that have such complex implications. "You never know, you might meet someone new that you come to trust. It's a big Weyr. And a bigger world beyond." This is offered when he returns. "No. I wanted you to back me up with Ras. Which you did. Not that it helped." A fluttery sigh. "I'm doomed to have to wear it eventually. Maybe some terrible accident will befall it. Maybe," Humor ekes into the baritone, "I'll drive some woman into such a passion while wearing it that she has to rip it off me." With that shade of pink? Unlikely. The tone shows he knows that, "At least then Ras couldn't say I did it on purpose and insist I get a new one. It'd be proof that me in pink is just- too- dangerous." He punctuates each of his words dramatically. The goofy grin shows he believes none of it and it one more swallow to finish off his drink. "Things going okay for you and Cailluneth? Other than the whole J'madri being dumb, of course." "Um... yeah, I, er..." N'ky starts about the shirt, then just shakes his head. "Good luck with that." He doesn't sound at all convinced... but he also doesn't have to wear it, so it's not really his to worry about. He does give it a somewhat disparaging look though. "Cailluneth and I are good, I guess? Nothing new, really. She's, um, getting bigger, bit she's not really losing any of that baby podge." A shrug of his shoulders suggests he doesn't mind that so much, either. From the ledge, Cailluneth rumbles her own thoughts on it; she, too, thinks she's rather fine as she is. N'ky smirks at whatever thought he shares with her, then shifts his seated position to drop his chin onto the backrest. "What about for you and Rasavyth? Do you have any juice, or anything? I'm kinda thirsty, but klah's not cutting it." And neither is the ale, apparently, as it remains mostly untouched. K'zin's eyes flick briefly toward the door to the bedroom where he discarded the pink monstrosity earlier. There's a helpless sigh and shrug, dismissing the topic. "Baby podge can be nice. I've was reading about artistic composition while I was in the infirmary and they said that curves are more pleasing to the eye and artistic than straight lines and spindly limbs are." Though it doesn't sound like either rider or dragon are bothered by the pudgy state, the comment is made in a complementary fashion anyway. "Nothing really new for us either. Just getting back into the swing of things." He only got released back to drills four days ago. There's a shake of the head for juice. "Sorry. I've got water if you want it?" N'ky smiles a soft, crooked little smile. "I like her podgy. She's better to cuddle up with that way." He scratches idly at his cheek, nails scraping over the day's worth of stubble that darkens his complexion. "I still sleep with her a lot. Whenever I'm not in April's weyr, anyway. My bed's kinda too short." Not much to be done about it either, given that it's carved from the stone of the weyr itself. "Um...water will be ok. I'll, um..." He reaches for the ale, dragging it over to take a mouthful of it. Once he's swallowed, he says,"I don't want to waste it." N'ky then sits quietly, fingers curled around the ale mug, peering down into it, until a few moments later, he's frowning, looking conflicted. "Waki?" Brown eyes stay downcast, staring into the drink. "I... I don't know what else to talk about. I..." He bites his lip, then drags fingers through his curls, mussing them up further as he turns an awkward, somewhat worried expression towards his friend. "I don't know what to say. I..." Puffing out his cheeks as he exhales a long breath, his shoulders slump and he looks back down into the ale. "M-maybe I'm tired. It's been a long day." Because surely he can't have run out of things to say to his long-time buddy? The bronzerider has a little grin for N'ky's words about his usual sleeping arrangements, but no verbal comment for them. The last of K'zin's ale is downed before he rises to snag a lidded pitcher off a nearby butler table. He moves to pour some into N'ky's glass before more into his own. He lingers beside N'ky at the table giving a shrug of his shoulders. "It's okay for there to be silence, between friends. Think about it. We used to spend hours and hours at the forge together barely saying a word. And then we'd chat some here and there. Now it's like... we've got concentrated bouts of conversation without all that working silence in between. Don't know that anything's really changed there, just all the circumstances surrounding it have." His grin is encouraging, "'Sides, as a weyrling, especially one who's betweening, I bet, every day is a long day. Always so busy." He glances to his chair and upends his cup into his mouth, gulping down the water, "And we've another busy one in front of us tomorrow. I think it's time to get some shut eye.Thanks for the back-up." That's not the last thing to be said, but the rest is simply leads to farewells and departures for their respective beds. |
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