Logs:Dirty Hovels
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| RL Date: 26 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Farideh |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh has some choice words, the two catch up. |
| Where: Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 2, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, F'manis/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: As usual, feel free to add anything I may have missed or forgotten. |
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| Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr(#1803RJ) About as high up the bowl wall as it is possible to get before hitting clear sky, right up against the rim, this ledge is tiny, narrow and not terribly inviting. Though angled towards the sun, there's not enough room to properly stretch out, and that same angle ensures it receives the worst of bad weather, with no shelter whatsoever. From above, there's not even an obvious passage inside, as if this particular ledge is, in the end, nothing more than a natural outcropping. It's only from atop the ledge itself that the cleverly concealed entrance becomes clear, angled into the stone as it is.
Inside, there's a cavernous space, more than making up for the stinginess of the ledge. There's one large main room, and a much smaller back room that could probably be used as a bedroom - if this weyr were in traditional usage. Instead, the main cavern is largely filled with a collection of mismatched tables and chairs. Towards the back, there's a bar made out of old, recycled wood, manned during peak hours; there's plenty of alcohol on display behind it, though most of it tends towards the cheaper end of the range. Old, but still impressive, hangings cover the walls, all depicting scenes of High Reaches in glory. The back room has been turned into a storage area, with several cases of whisky and a variety of other spirits ready and waiting. A strange pipe contraption comes through the ceiling and towards the stone floor, where a large bucket sits beneath it. A lever turns on water from the pipe: fresh rain or snow, ready for drinking. There are several very good reasons why Edyis picked the rider's lounge for drinks. Probably not the least of which being that it is slow and empty this early in the afternoon while the prep work for the evening is completed. Still Farideh's invitation comes in the scribe's familiar script and pretty blue ink. She fills her time, until her friend's arrival with stocking the bar and cleaning the bar and tables.
The description causes a severe lift in the once scribe's brows. "Careful, this hovel is my source of income for the next few months." Smirking as she wipes her hands clean, "Though I'll talk to F'manis about getting a proper hearth installed If I can figure out how to squeeze it out of the budget to do so. Sorry you just had news last we talked, and these days I'm not sure when I'll have a free moment or not. Next time I promise wine and a hot spring. Maybe even some eye candy." The last purely in jest. Patience is not a virtue Farideh has, so she heaves a sigh about halfway through Edyis' speech, drumming her fingers on the top of the bar. "Why did you switch jobs? From the archives - totally applaudable work - to working as some kind of serving wench?" Her eyes flick over the former-scribe, her mouth pursing in distaste. "This seems beneath you somehow." Edyis nods to that, patting the counter. "I needed more time, working full hours in the Records room was starting to take its toll on top of everything else, and I couldn't advance without formal training from Harper Hall. Besides bar work isn't so bad, did plenty of it in Monaco. You hear things when these idiots knock back a few too many. Trying it out for now to see how it works." She explains, grinning. "Lots of things are beneath me, but I don't have to always let on to the fact." "Why would you want to know what these drunk idiots have to say? Who cares who they wish they had the rocks to fondle in some dark corner." Farideh remains unaffected by the other woman's reasons, narrowing her eyes as she gives her friend a hard stare. "You, my friend, might need to see a mindhealer. There are much better ways to prove you can do it all." She sighs again, a smaller sound, and leans her forearms against the bar, going in as one about to confide a secret. "So, tell me, what's this business with Weylaughn. We didn't get a chance to talk like time." The dark skinned girl just shrugs, with a smile for her friend. "I will make a note to do so. Weylaughn found out a series of very hard truths. I had suspected when he arrived, but I guess he got conformation for himself that he had been complicit in a lie, he has no noble blood. He and his siblings will be coming to the weyr to live. From what he didn't say, well it sounds like a terrible mess." Sympathy is evident in Edyis's voice as she continues straightening out the bottles on the shelves. "You had news of your own if I recall as well."
"Yes well, be kind. What do you expect when you've been force fed lies since infancy? I'm sure the crazy old bat had herself convinced." The makeshift bartender huffs, finishing up behind the bar and grabbing a stool to perch on, but mention of the storm causes her nose to wrinkle. "Ugly business that. She was a complicated woman from what I hear, but from what I knew of her personally, she wasn't a terrible person." As for the weather, dark eyes drift to the outside momentarily, with a smirk. "It will be spring before you even know it. As for bad pickup lines they are a hazard of weyrlife, I think the bronze riders wrote the book, and the blueriders are the only ones who can make them seem classy." "Had he been of any real Blood, he would have known his claim would be brushed aside, even if it was true." Farideh folds her arms over her bulky jacket. "I don't get the problem. Most people seemed to hate her. Why are we crying about it sevens later? No, I don't care." Callous, yes, but she's honest at least. "Really? Because I'm sure it was a bluerider who tried and failed. It was painful. It makes me rethink going to the Snowasis anymore. Every time I go, it's less and less that I get to enjoy myself. Where can a girl just have a drink without being interrupted or hit on." She shrugs, "It's not the person people seem to mourn so much as the loss of a queen. Dragons valued more than a person here I think." Edyis's lips twist, "A girl like you, practically nowhere. Face it Farideh, you are doomed to attract attention wherever you go, men pine for your beauty wasting away into nothingness." She carries on in a sing-song voice. "Oh woe! Oh Woe!" "Edyis, don't be so dramatic." But, woe is she to be the bearer of such beauty. Farideh runs a hand over her hair, moving it behind her shoulder in a vain gesture. "Should I go around wearing a hat? Cut off all my hair? No, I think I should simply find somewhere vastly boring or where I can blend in without trying. I'm not an expert on shady taverns." Edyis just snickers. "Must just be terrible being you. Do you ever have to pay for your drinks?" The scribe asks, playfully, pushing off her stool and grabbing a glass and a bottle of something that would mostly suit Farideh's tastes. "Dive bars, I would not suggest, since the people there tend to be even more rowdy than the Snowasis. If I had a room or something I'd offer but there are all kinds of stipulations on getting assigned a private room." She shrugs, "Did you hear anything from your family yet?" "I do on the odd occasion." A smirk surfaces on the brunette's face, but it disappears with the shift to more serious topics. "As long as they aren't trying to undress me with their eyes, they can be as rowdy as they want." Farideh glances over at the bottle and glass, almost suspiciously, and shrugs. "I did. They said they hadn't been effected by the leprosy scare. Everything is fine." Don't mind the strained tone of her voice, or the smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Edyis the strained tone draws the dark gaze of the scribe, pouring something dark and sweet into the glass before passing it in the direction of her friend and recorking the bottle. "Oh, why am I not convinced?" Eager fingers take the glass, but Farideh gives it a sniff to be sure. "Just the usual 'hey, by the way, we want you to marry this awful guy with bad habits'. I am surprised they even try anymore." She takes a tentative sip, seems satisfied, and takes another, longer drink. "Do you have work now or are we hanging out here for fun?" "Most of the prep work is finished, my shift starts in a few hours though." The scribe states, lifting her eyebrow at Farideh's confession. "You told me before you didn't want to stay here forever, does that mean you've changed your mind or is it simply you don't want someone they picked out based on pedigree and financial standing?" "Definitely the second one. I don't want to be married, at all, if I can help it." Farideh gives the liquid in her glass a swish, watching it swirl artfully around and then setting it back down on the bar. "Let's go get something to eat. I'm hungry and this place makes me dream of Igen." She casts a baleful eye around the cavern and offers a hand to help Edyis off her stool. Edyis mms at that, pulling to her feet at Farideh's offer. "Ok but I have to be back in a few hours." She gives as a caveat, and the girls head off somewhere to discuss at length, and enjoy something warm to eat. |
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