Logs:Elbows
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| RL Date: 30 September, 2008 |
| Who: Fiorella, T'rev, Lorne |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dinner time shenanigans? |
| Where: Living Cavern, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 11, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
The interior of the living cavern is luxurious, relatively speaking -- the walls are smoothed and there are wall sconces in addition to the myriad array of glow baskets and lamps used to keep the place well lit. It's a large space, suited to handle large numbers of people, with dozens of tables arranged strategically throughout; serving tables are also conveniently located at various intervals. Tapestries hang on the walls, many of them having been there for hundreds of turns and periodically taken down for cleaning and restoration. Up a flight of stairs would be the kitchens, where much of the hustle and bustle can be heard, if not seen. Food is transported down via discretely located dumb waiters and dispersed by servers as necessary, but the aromas of food being prepared is as pervasive as the constant chatter of people as they drift through in search of food, drink, or company. Servers are generally available to assist and ensure that cups are filled and tables are cleaned regularly. To the west is both the main entrance to the bowl and also the night hearth, which is kept stocked with fresh klah and pots of stew. Other hearths are scattered throughout, radiating heat and warmth as well as providing gathering spots for private discussions. To the east, a short flight of stairs leads down to the inner caverns, while a stout wooden door with a purple caduceus to the south leads to the infirmary. Lorne wrinkles her nose and, without looking up, tells him, "No way. The cooks would kill me." She seems to make up her mind and, dropping back down to both feet, reaches for the ladle and a bowl. "I was trying to see if they put fingerroots in it. Can't tell." Taking a look inside the pot from a better vantage point, given his height, T'rev sniffs for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, smells like and I see some round shapes. You like 'em or not?" he inquires next, hands rubbing together before he reaches over to pour klah into a mug and catches up a plate on which to stack bread. "Smells good t'me anyhow, think I'll have me some of that." There's a quick shake of her head, and a suspicious look into her new bowl of stew. "Not especially," says Lorne. "Not cooked ones, at least." She sighs. "I'll just pick them out." A spoon is taken, and stuck into the bowl for ease of carrying, before she glances over at the bronzerider. "Do you?" like fingerroots. "Ain't -- Isn't, much I don't like," T'rev says, apparently working on correcting his speech. A bowl is stacked on top of his plate, stew ladled in, a spoon grabbed and he turns to eye the tables. "Want company while you eat?" he inquires of the girl. And suddenly there's a loud *clank* from the kitchen as it sounds like a pot hit the floor. This followed by a racket of voices from a few of the cooks and the distinctive "I'm sorry!" of a young girl emphatically apologizing for the mishap, and sounding nearly in tears. The scolding, of which the words are hard to make out, soon subsides however as Fiorella is ushered out of the kitchen and into the caverns. "I didn't--," she sniffles, but the assistant just pats her on the shoulder whispering something and giving the girl a light push before she's back to work. "Oh," says Lorne with a little shrug. "Well, you're a boy." As if that would explain everything. She helps herself to a roll, dropping it into her stewbowl, and carries on down the table. "Sure! It's always better to eat with someone, than to eat alone-" and then there's that crash, and scolding, and Fiorella makes her appearance. Lorne frowns. "What did you do?" she asks curiously. T'rev chuckles at Lorne's pronouncement and turns towards the tables, then back around as he hears that crash and spots Ella coming out teary-faced. The bronzerider regards her for a moment, looking slightly like a wher caught out in sunlight, then he goes ahead and sets his stuff down and moves towards the girl. "Hey Ella, s'up? Wanna come have dinner with me' an' ... oh shells, what's your name?" he asks Lorne. Fiorella just stands there for a minute, unsure of what to do or where to go now until T'rev is beside her. At that point she nods, sniffling once more and wiping and eye with the back of her fingers. "That's Lorne." she notes having spotted the girl in question, the resent upset still lingering in her voice. "I'm-" but Fiorella has answered her for her. Lorne favors her with a sympathetic sort of look, and glances between bronzerider and girl. She frowns, thoughtful, and declares, "You must be T'rev." Ah, deductive reasoning. To Fiorella, she asks quietly, "Do you want to come sit with us, just over there," and she motions with her bowl of stew, that she's clutching with both hands. One of the bronzerider's hands reaches towards Ella's shoulder to give it a squeeze and then he nods Lorne's way. "Yep, m'T'rev. Well met, Lorne. Sounds like we got a party goin' for tonight then. Fill up a plate, Ella? Come eat?" Fiorella nods again, wiping the other hand across the other eye before she heads for the table lined with food. "I'll be right there." she agrees on the way and the sets about to fill a bowl with some of the stew with a shaky hand. Not so easy when you're not adult-sized either. After Fiorella's answer, Lorne turns and heads to the table, plopping down in a seat comfortably. She takes a moment to separate roll from stew, shakes it a little to rid it of excess 'stew', and takes a bite. "You're one of 'em from Telgar, right?" she asks T'rev. "Okay," T'rev says agreeably and moves back to the table, pulling off his jacket and draping it on the back of the chair he'd chosen. Sitting down he nods an answer to Lorne's query. "Yep. Been almost half a turn now," he notes with a chuckle. "Came with R'uen, Gil, Phara, parts of my wing from Telgar and so on. And I think I've seen you 'round before," he continues thoughtfully while breaking up his bread, "just ain't -- haven't talked to you yet." The rider takes a moment, holds one hand free of bread out across towards Lorne for a proper shake. Having half filled the bowl Fiorella places a spoon into the contents and moves on down the line to snatch up a piece of bread before making her way over to the table to join the others. Setting the bowl down first, the girl then slides into a seat beside T'rev. There's a long moment of silence from the girl as the other two get in a proper greeting. The list of names draws a blank look from Lorne. There's a little furrow of her eyebrows before, "Oh!" and she brushes her hand quickly on her pants before offering it back to shake. Ignore the grime. She grins a bit wider after their "proper" greeting is out of the way. "If you've got a runner - but I dun remember any coming from Telgar - then you woulda seen me around the stables. Or the Beach." She shrugs and lifts her bread for another bite. Fiorella gets another grin. "Fort's better than Telgar anyway." As Fiorella joins them, T'rev takes a moment to lean over and offer his 'ward' a hug, then he's propping elbows up on the table and dipping bread in bowl. "Nope. Didn't bring a runner. Wish I had, miss th'old gray there. But I don't have one of my own. And R'uen's the Weyrleader now," h e prompts Lorne gently about one of those names at least. A chuckle follows about the 'better' remark. "Depends on what you like, don-- doesn't it?" Fiorella does lean into the hug a bit, but it would seem she's intent on her bread. Tearing it in half, one side is set beside her bowl and this process repeats once, before a bit sized chunk is pulled off, dipped into the stew, "Elbows don't belong on the dinner table." she notes with a glance towards T'rev, and the piece of bread is tapped against her bowl to rid it of drips before she pops it in her mouth. "Oh yeah," says Lorne of R'uen, though there's no embarrassment at her memory. She shrugs it off, and goes to take another bite. At the reminder of manners, Lorne just grins and deliberately thumps her own elbows on the table. Ha! "Maybe at a Hold," she tells her with a grin, "But at the Weyr? Good luck." Her roll finished, she reaches for her spoon before peering between Fiorella and T'rev once more. "There's a pretty gray in our barn, but she's a mare. Very sweet, though." A little frown, and she asks, "So, are you related to Fiorella? Why did Berit make you her..." Nanny? "Um. Whatever you are." Casting a glance sidelong, T'rev grins. "Who's th'one in charge here, huh? And ain't you lucky that ain't a rule here, not for eatin' at this kinda meal," he notes, agreeing with Lorne. "If it's all fancypants, then it is." He's started eating when Lorne asks that last question and T'rev rubs a hand over his chin, then comes up with an answer. "Nope, ain't related atall. I asked Berit t'let her stay n' Berit said okay so long as I took care of her." Fiorella frowns, swallowing her bit of bread before opening her mouth again. "Ain't isn't--," and then she stops and blinks as T'rev answer's Lorne's question. "You asked her if I could stay?" she queries in turn, looking over to the bronze rider once again. He didn't tell her that part before. Lorne hides her grin behind a spoonful of stew, but it's a very poor attempt. She manages not to dribble or spit anything when she giggles, but as soon as she's swallowed she puts her spoon down. "Oh," she says again with a shrug. "Why'd you do that? You're not her dad, are you?" and she squints an eye at the bronzerider, glance flicking between the two as if she's attempting to find a family resemblance. "Or were you worried she'd find out that you taught her to play poker?" T'rev only grins over at Ella for the correction on the slipup. "Thanks." And then he nods. "Yeah, did." Lorne's question brings about a laugh and he shakes his head. "Nope. I ain't -- am not, her da. I'm only 21 and she's 9, you do the figurin' on that," the bronzerider says with a wink and a chuckle as he gets back to eating. "What's so funny?" Fiorell asks as she glances over to Lorne. "And no, he's not my father." she adds, echoing the bronze rider's answer to that same question. Then, looking back to the man beside her she continues, "Why?" "Oh, well..." Lorne doesn't really bother to do the math, it seems. Instead, she just shrugs and gets to work on her stew. Whatever else she may have said is kept to herself, and she eats voraciously. Done, she wipes a grimy hand over her mouth and stands. "Nice to meet you, T'rev. I gotta go," and so she does, pausing only long enough to drop off her bowl before she goes bolting towards the door. "Yeah, just friends with the family s'all, at least the parts of it that're here," T'rev adds on and lifts a hand to wave. "See you Lorne, nice meetin' you too." He looks over at Ella next. "Why'd I ask?" "Bye Lorne!" Fiorella calls, loud enough to be heard but not too loud all the same. "Yes." she then replies to T'rev with a nod. "Why did you ask?" What else would she have been asking about just now? Taking another bite of stew, T'rev chews first before answering. "Because you seemed like you really wanted to stay and I thought someone oughta stick up for you," he says simply and looks over at Ella steadily. "And given the way you tossed yourself 'round my neck when you said you could stay, I'm bettin' I was right." Fiorella purses her lips and nods. "Well... yeah, I did." She'd just though the decision had come about in a different way. The girl looks back to her bowl, dipping a second bite-sized piece of bread into it, "Thanks T'rev." she adds, though it doesn't exactly sound quite so sincere. "Sure," T'rev replies and sneaks a look over at Ella, grins once. "And so here we are. Wanna play poker after dinner?" he offers and has some more food, making heavy inroads into the stew. Healthy appetite on the guy for all he looks full-grown. Fiorella shakes her head. "Not tonight." she replies, wiping the drips of stew from the bread on the side of the bowl. "I think I'm going to go read my lessons for tomorrow." Which doesn't exactly sound like Ella, but thus is the reply she gives. She pauses then, waiting for a moment before dropping the bread into the bowl. "In fact, I think I'm going to go do that now." she notes, cleaning up her area before she stands. This lifts T'rev's brows and he eyes Ella little more closely, but he lets it be for now. "Okay, read good and I'll see you for lunch, not breakfast. Got early sweeps tomorrow," he lets her know and smiles sunnily after her as he wipes the last of the stew from the bottom of his bowl. He tidies his dishes away too and slings his jacket back on to head out for the Bowl with a single backward look, thoughtful. |
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