Logs:And Where Did Madilla Disappear To?
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| RL Date: 21 June, 2009 |
| Who: Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Madilla's turnover ends with more of a whimper than a bang. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 1, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Delifa/Mentions, K'ndro/Mentions |
| And where did Madilla disappear to? She didn't mean to. No, she'd actually, honestly, been enjoying herself: whoever her companion was, he was fun, and it was just nice to just enjoy herself for once. But he'd not long left her to go get the drinks when there was a tap on her shoulder. "Madilla? Good. Madilla. Come on, we need you." It was one of the healers - not Delifa (where was Delifa tonight? She'd been cagey; plans, but not telling about them), but one of the other Journeywomen, one who'd seen, of course, Madilla's costume when Delifa made her show it off that afternoon, who was in charge of the Infirmary tonight. "But--" "Madilla. Come on." So she went. What choice did she have? She cast a glance around, hoping to see the shadow man, to explain; but it was too crowded, and clearly, he wasn't on his way back. She'd have to find a way to-- to apologise. Somehow. "What is it?" It didn't take them long to clear the caverns, and then Madilla pulled off her mask, holding it lightly between her fingers as they crossed back towards the Infirmary. "Couple of kids got their hands on some whiskey. A lot of whiskey." And that's where Madilla disappeared to, and that's what she did, as the clocks ticked over to the new turn, as people all around the weyr, and, indeed, all around Pern, celebrated: she held back hair as pre-teens vomited, she fed them water, and then she repeated the process. In the morning, Delifa would yell at this other Journeywoman, but in the morning, well, it was all a bit late, wasn't it? There was a letter left in the living caverns, not long before dinner on the first day of the turn, addressed only to 'The Shadow'. Whether or not it reached it's intended mark - well, that remains to be seen. But, inside, was a short note:
While most of High Reaches did their fair share of celebrating as the old turn became the new, there are some distinctly worse-for-wear pre-teens around the following morning, having begged, borrowed or stolen enough whiskey to make them all enormously ill. The group of five spent turnover in the infirmary being watched over by a couple very unlucky healers, some of whom were even pulled away from their own celebrations to help out. Not happy, pre-teens! |
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