Logs:A Service to the Weyr
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| RL Date: 16 January, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Oliwer |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After receiving direction from K'del, a still tipsy K'zin proves why secret missions and booze don't mix when he talks to Oliwer about taking part. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 10, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Simiron/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Slightly back-dated. |
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| Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
"Just the man I wanted to see," K'zin's baritone is bright and cheery, even if his expression shows some of the telltales of not quite intoxication. He's grinning and looking right at Oliwer as he approaches and without bidding or permission drops into the chair next to him, slouching quite comfortably. "I need your help." The tone is kept conversationally low so as not to be readily overheard. Oliwer looks up at the voice, given that it's been relatively quiet. It's difficult to miss, especially since it's for him. He seems moderately surprised by that fact, too, watching the bronzerider as he comes to settle into the chair next to him. "Good afternoon, sir," he says with a warm, but apologetic smile. "I'm not currently on duty, but I'm sure someone in the infirmary would be happy to help if you're in need of assistance." K'zin's brows go up at the healer's words, but of course it's like harpers: the harper has to learn all the pupils' names and they only have but one to learn. "No, it's not... I'm K'zin," which he seems to realize that might not help. "I helped you that time with that thing." Beat. "I'm Madilla's friend. Telavi's boyfriend." How else should he make himself familiar. "You had me walk your blonde friend back to her room last turn sometime." Maybe none of this matters, "Anyway, I need your help. Your expertise. On an out of Weyr excursion." "K'zin, yes." Oliwer makes it sound as though that makes it all better. And maybe it does. K'zin may never know. He listens to the rest, expression somewhat concerned as he does. He's not quite frowning, but it might not take much. "My expertise. Outside of the Weyr." He's just repeating what the bronzerider is saying to him. Until, "Is this in an official capacity?" K'zin's glance about is no doubt meant to be subtle. It's not really, probably the fault of the alcohol. He lowers his voice a tad, leaning in toward the healer to reduce the possibility of eavesdroppers. "Sort of. There's a man. A survivor from one of the storm wrecks who claims he's ill and can't work, among far more interesting things. We," because they're a we now, or maybe K'zin means someone else as part of the we, "need to see what we can do about getting him into a safe situation. But I need to know if the illness is real. He mightn't let you examine him, so you might need to judge from observation when we go to speak with him." There's a pause. "It's really very important." Then quieter still, leaning into the healer's personal space. "You'd be doing the Weyr a great service." Oliwer might not be entirely following what K'zin is saying to him. But he's trying. "You don't know what sort of illness he may or may not have? If I can't examine him, I may not be able to tell if it's real or not," he admits with a slight frown. "But I'm willing to try. If its important." And K'zin has already said that it is. "Well, his records will be in the infirmary," K'zin says thoughtfully, "From when he was rescued. If it's related, there might be something there to tell us. Or if he was given a clean bill of health that might tell us-- well, you, something too. I just need your opinion. If it's real, I shouldn't think he'd turn away the help of a willing healer." The bronzerider finally leans back. "We'll go to see him soon. I need to see someone else first. And K'del," who probably isn't supposed to be mentioned just now, "agreed we," whoever we is, "should sober up first." The inebriated make the best secret mission goers, it's true. "Right," nods Oliwer slowly, glancing at the blue firelizard when he chirps curiously like he's only just now noticed the bronzerider. "Of course. Well. You know where to find me when you go. I'll take a look at his records. Does he have a name?" That might make records easier to look for, admittedly. It takes K'zin some moments before he comes up with "Simiron," but at least he sounds fairly certain of the name. "Probably best if you don't wear your knot when we go. Don't want to raise any more brows than we have to." He's thinking aloud now as if Oliwer has been taken up as co-planner in this grand escapade, and as if the healer knows all the details K'zin is apparently privy to. "Thank you," is for the name, Oliwer eyeing K'zin for several moments before he glances down at his book. "It sounds like a good idea," he agrees with regards to his knot. "You'll fill me in on whatever I need to know before we go, yes?" But, presumably, perhaps not now. Because he can tell K'zin isn't necessarily at his best right now. One of K'zin's hands wave in the air. "Yeah, definitely. Better if V'ros is there with us for explaining." Then the bronzerider is pushing himself up out of the chair, fingers gripping the arms to do so. "I'll find you when it's time." He takes a pair of steps before turning to grin back over his shoulder, pointing to himself, "K'zin, don't forget," and then he's gone. "Yes. K'zin." Oliwer will probably remember that. The journeyman watches the bronzerider as he goes, both curious and uncertain. Then he's looking at the firelizard as though he might have some better idea of exactly what just happened. |
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