Logs:Employment Opportunities
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| RL Date: 10 January, 2013 |
| Who: Barnabas, Brieli |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones asks Brieli's help in getting a job. It goes well. Mostly. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 10, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. The Snowasis could be considered downright bustling for the early eve, sun seeming to have pulled the last bit of it's light from the sky only a few hours prior. The healthy bit of traffic to and from the bar, as well as the unceasing cacophony of idle chatter, gave the place lively overtones that were sure to only grow as the night gets darker and colder. There at the end of the bar, Bones is regaling a pretty young blonde and her dark-skinned, fashionably frizzy-haired friend with wild stories from the high seas. Their faces wear curious yet wary smiles, with less than subtle 'can you believe this guy?' glances given to one another whenever they think the big man won't notice. "And so I sez to em, if people ate those suckers as seafood? We'd be rich men! Hahaha!" It might be one of the first snows that's driving people indoors, or at least driving people to drink tonight; it's certainly driven Brieli in from the ledge with a drift of chill winds and snowflakes, but she's warmly dressed enough, her coat, hat and scarf all in the same cherry red. The hat comes off and scarf is unwound as she comes into the room proper and approaches the bar, but the loud stories give her pause. Still, she's come for a drink, and there's room at the other end of things - even if she has to lift her hand to wave down the 'tender from further along. If anyone's looking to be saved from conversation, she's certainly not helping. It's in the middle of a full swig that Bones recognizes the lady in red at the other end of the bar, and he immediately cuts his drink short by slamming the bottom of his mug down, the brown drink spilling just enough to reveal itself as Klah. The two ladies on either side of him recoil slightly at the spilling drink, worried of it staining their fashionable outfits. "Bri!" His voice manages to carry over the crowd with ease, especially with how tall and sudden he rises to his feet. His present company isn't even given a glance, his focus now one hundred percent on the gold rider. He approaches with a few quick steps, almost a near jog. "I gotta talk to you!" Oh dear. Now Brieli might spare a glance for the other end of the bar, for the girls she might know and the large man she has the acquaintance of as well, but she'll finish making sure that her drink is coming first. Though she doesn't turn to Barnabas with a thrilled expression once that's done, it's one of polite inquiry, to her credit. To his, the path to the goldrider is left clear. "Do you?" she wonders, maybe blinking a few times as he comes up to her so suddenly. "Please. Talk. Perhaps with less volume." Her glass is put before her and she offers a brief grateful smile across the bar. The barstool next to Brieli is taken, and he cups a hand to his ear as if he unable to hear her. "WHAT?!" Volume is actually louder in intentional contrast to her request, though his face brightens up in a smile to make it clear as a joke, and the laugh that follows is actually surprisingly soft. For Bones at least. "Hehehe, sorry, couldn't help myself. Uhh, lemme pay for that... whatever it is?" He points to her glass, already reaching into his pocket, intending to offer the bartender whatever it's cost. There's a wince at the louder 'joke' shout, and her smile in return is somewhat wan; yes, very funny. But even so, Brieli is firm about one thing - Bones' paying. "Don't be ridiculous. You can't afford to be buying me drinks." There's subtle stresses there on 'you' and 'me', but it is subtle, as is her sidelong glance before drinking. The bartender has moved on. Maybe she has a tab. "I hope things are well?" There's a subtle twinge on Bones' face as his wealth, or lack thereof in contrast to her, is brought up by the goldrider in her stunning red fashion. He's briefly stunned into silence by her denial. "... yeah, I guess?" He scratches at the back of his neck, fingers tucked back underneath hair that looks better kept than usual. He might have actually ran a comb through it a few times for his big night out. "Actually I was hopin' you could help me out a 'lil bit, what with bein' a weyrwoman and all that?" Smile comes back, but it's a tentative one. There might be something of an apologetic glance; she's blunt about it, but why let him spend marks he does have? Brieli undoes the top buttons of her coat, now warmed enough from the chill, darting a look around the bar before her attention turns back to the man next to her. After a sip from her glass, "That's part of the job. Though this must be something you either... don't want to ask Azaylia about, or want to surprise her with." She's neutral enough in her guessing, not weighting it one way or the other. "Or something else?" Bones rests his vest-bared arms on the bar, slumping so that his height matched hers and give both of their necks a break during idle conversation. "Actually I just kinda thought I'd come to you with this one?" He tries to meet eyes with the bartender to get his own drink, lifting up one finger from the bar, but being ignored. Not much money in serving klah. Bones seems unbothered, going right back to conversation. "I want a job, a specific one. It seemed more like... your kinda thing, I'unno." Brieli hasn't bothered to sit, so it makes conversation a touch easier, at her height; Bones' slouch. She can do the man the favor of trying to flag the 'tender back this way when he's done, whatever's getting served. At least the goldrider doesn't seem to be too quick about her drinking. "Fair enough. What job? We'll see." Her tone is brisk, but not chill - it's just likely her way. Though, she'll try to be encouraging. "It's good to hear that you've an interest." In something. Bones' looks genuinely uncomfortable with the situation, wincing a little at his confession of choice. "The greenhouse?" Noting her fondness for brevity, Bones' answers are as quick and clean as he can make them, filling the silence that follows his tentative suggestion with an adjustment of the leather collars around his wrists, keeping his metal buckles off the bar. Fine brows quirking, expression bemused, "What about it? Gardening?" Brieli considers Barnabas for a moment, head tilted to one side, then shrugs easily. "Though it's not just the greenhouse, it will be for now. There's gardens outside in the spring and summer. I imagine they'd appreciate the help with the work. I'll let Giorda know. She and the Healers will let you know what to do." Once it's decided, apparently it's just that easy. She tilts her glass his way before taking a drink. "If that works for you." With a sudden sound of wooden legs scooting against the floor, Bones pushes back from the bar and rises to his feet. The sound alone is worth a few turns of the head, but what follows is bound to keep them that way. Thick arms are spread wide, and then envelop the goldrider in an inky flash of sudden motion. With no regard to the drink in her hand, or the possibility of spilling/crushing it, she's hugged firm around her shoulders. "Thanks." No, she is not. It's rare that Brieli moves more than briskly, and even more rare that she shows absolutely any indication of being able to defend herself - she was on the sidelines during Taikrin's lesson, and never really showed up again - but she must have learned somewhere and be doing something to keep herself sharp. Because she's lithe and fast in the way she ducks under those arms and darts away, posture suddenly defensive with hands up, drink left on the bar, still over half-full. "Don't. Do that. Ever. To me, or anyone." There's a wary pause. "And you're welcome." And she goes, though she doesn't quite turn to go, not now. Some people don't like to be touched. Or surprised. Especially by large convicted murderers, but you know. Generally too. Left with his arms wrapped entirely around himself, Bones blinks a few times in silence, head cocking to the side like a confused dog. He's left in the dust by her speed, but catches up by the time her scolding hits his ears, sheepishly putting his hands in his pockets where they can do no wrong. "My bad." Smile is weak but polite, still quietly thankful for her speaking on his behalf about a position in the gardens. As she finally slips away, he gives a heavy sigh and sits back down at the bar, taking a brief sniff of her drink and then wrinkling his nose at it's smell. "High reaches folk don't like huggin' I guess..." he mutters to himself, and once again raises a hand to try and flag down the barkeep, who walks briskly past to take the drink orders of a fresh new pack of locals. "Son of a..." |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy) left a comment on Fri, 11 Jan 2013 07:21:19 GMT.
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>_> I'm actually a little surprised she didn't smack him in the end. But hurray, employment! xD
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