Logs:Disgraceful
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| RL Date: 7 January, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Following a violence-filled flight, Alida is in big trouble. |
| Where: Council Chambers, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 9, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| It's mid-morning on the day after that eventful flight when Cadejoth's summons arrive: his bones rattle in an ominous kind of way, a warning for what is to come. « Your rider, please. In the council chambers. » Even Cadejoth, usually so friendly, doesn't have much to say: his disapproval radiates. In aforementioned chamber, K'del waits, the big table clear of papers - clear of everything, now, except his pale hands, folded in front of him. Ilicaeth's response is withered and arid, the heat of Igen beating down mercilessly upon Cadejoth's chains. No geniality today. « We'll be there in ten. » The day after is still barely enough to have cleared half the alcohol from Alida's system, so she reports to the council chambers in somewhat haggard fashion, though her hair's combed - if loose - and her clothes clean. She still looks somewhat like death warmed over, though, and the scent of booze and puke linger at the fringes of her breath, behind a quick swishing of minty-something meant to render her words a little more tolerable. Even now, after hauling her sorry ass inside, the blonde's form is still straight-backed and sure, though a bit of a cringe is given to the too-bright room. A not-crisp as usual salute is offered to the settled Acting Weyrleader, the woman's fuzzy, red-riddled green eyes then affixed to one of K'del's eyebrows. She knows basically what's coming, and meets it with pained stoicism. If Alida's appearance surprises or shocks him, K'del lets no suggestion of that cross his expression: his is as stoic as hers, except for the lingering air of disapproval and disappointment. If he's angry, he's managing - for now - to keep it at bay. "Bluerider," he says, lifting his chin to regard her. Instead of an invitation to sit, he says, quietly, "Want to tell me why you're here? One hopes you are aware." Surge of faint relief number one: he's *not* shouting. Though nothing of such easment shows upon her face or in manner, Alida responds almost favorably, though in a quiet, low, "Laid that one shit head out, likely." Beat. "Right after Ilicaeth lost." She can't help but experience a larger feeling of relief at *that* particular reality. No, he's not shouting, although that summation of events does not seem to please the Acting Weyrleader: his gaze narrows, and now, there's a look of disgust. "You left one rider unconscious," he says, elaborating. "You left another nearly unconscious." But he's not finished, oh no. "You've now likely terrified eleven weyrling greenriders, still awaiting their first flights... are they going to get half-killed? Beaten up? Hurt? First thing I was told, in my mating flights lesson, was that you don't hurt the greenrider." "Like I said..." Alida mumbles darkly, quietly in return to K'del's first summation. Yes...one knocked out cold. As for the rest, the blonde gives a small wrinkle of brow, then a low sigh...which she instantly regrets as her still-sour stomach lurches. See the bluie turn green? I thought you did. Thinly, tightly, the woman then responds, "Never touched 'er. Never even occured ta me." Oh shells, it's too froogin' bright in here. A quick swallow of lingering bile presages, "Bet nobody tolja' that shit head slammed inta' me first with 'is shoulder." "Doesn't matter." K'del's voice is very nearly cold, now. "Not about who you beat, and not about who started it. Punches get thrown in flights. It happens. I've done it, plenty of people have. But that is nothing on beating someone unconscious." His hands get drawn into fists and then, with deliberate, almost painful movements, pressed flat upon the table once more. "The point of the matter is: your behaviour was beyond inappropriate. It isn't on, and I won't have it. I've asked Azaylia and Aishani to get their queens to keep Ilicaeth from flights until you can learn some control. And you will learn some control." It's a warning. She takes what K'del dishes silently, with a flat affect, though on occasion Alida does turn grey or green of skin, given her condition. Is that a hint of small relief behind her bloodshot gaze, though, when the man speaks of grounding Ilicaeth? From outside in the Bowl, there's an echo of a dark and unpleasant grumble from the blue. Finally, from his rider's mouth, comes a somewhat bitter, though darkly humored, "Never fails ta amaze me how nobody notices all the decent crap a person does... but when they screw up just *once*..." There's no eyeroll this time, since she might induce vomiting again with such, the woman simply saluting again then whispering out, "Yes, sir." That remark just makes K'del stare. "If you're looking for praise, go talk to your Wingleader - who has her own set of punishments to dish out, if she hasn't already, I'm quite sure. You have done something so disgraceful I can barely look at you, right now, if we're being honest, so fuck that." An exhale. Then, more carefully: "You can apologise to the Weyrwomen for forcing their dragons into that situation, by the way. And you can go back to Quinlys and get some lessons in flight etiquette... and if this situation doesn't improve? You can go and see a mindhealer until it does, because I won't have it in my riders. Is that clear?" He might be disgusted at her behavior, but she's seen that before on other faces, and has survived worse, so all Alida does is just stand there silently - though she can't help but twitch her lips into a faint, half-sided smirk at the Weyrleader's 'praise.' No... still can't eyeroll. "Yes Sir!" is smartly clipped off - though still at low volume, so a not to make her head thump even worse - 'lida internally fuming through her link with Ilicaeth. "And stay the fuck away from the weyrlings." K'del isn't yelling, even now, but he's certainly lost some of his cool. "Your example is the last thing we need to give them. You're dismissed. Go clean yourself up." It's pretty obvious he means more than physically. "I'll stay away..." is noted darkly, Alida's greens flashing darkly at K'del for a moment, her jaw set. For just a moment, pounding his face in looks exceedingly pleasant, but the mood passes instantly. Without preamble, she responds to that dismissal with a slow turn about, and a not-too-quick lurch into motion back out to the Bowl, and Ilicaeth...who lets loose a deep and not-pleased growl. And now on to other shitty business. |
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