Logs:Great Minds Think Alike
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| RL Date: 18 June, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Jo, Ilicaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida and Jo run into each other, and share opinions, bits of wisdom...and a drink, of course. |
| Where: HRW: Greenhouse |
| When: Day 15, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold, clear, still. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Bones/Mentions, Edyis/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Faryn/Mentions, Jothan/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Z'kiel/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to change the icon if you feel it doesn't match up, Jo. :) |
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| It's a quiet evening in the greenhouse with all of its workers retired for the day. Every now and then Jo could be found in the greenhouse, and tonight is one of those nights. She's here towards the back at one of the tables covered with potted plants, her black leather jacket off and draped over a nearby stool to let the heat flow over her bare scarred shoulders as she idly waters a tall plant. Her bronze firelizard is nearby on the table, busying himself by exploring. Perhaps great minds think alike, in this instance, for Alida and her own flirelizard are entering with the same intentions, the blonde quickly whisking off her riding jacket, scarf, and touke to expose her own - if tan colored - tank top beneath. Setting her gear on a bench near the entrance, it's Pyrite who first, and quickly enough spots the duo beyond, the slightly-pudgy gold giving a sweet and pleased chirple, and zooming off to settle beside her former mate and bump noses with Mime. Her owner's head lifts to try and spy what's going on, booted feet moving her easily along the paths until she notes, "Jo." Grin. "Hey." Jo spots Pyrite first, a wry grin emerging slowly as the firelizard lands and greets them. Mime, for his part, bumps her back with his little head before his wings spread and looks like he has every intention to chase her. Sitting back from the plant she was tending to, "As she lives'n breathes," the convict rider drawls, nodding her greeting towards Alida. "Alida. How ya livin', girl? K'del's still keepin' ya on a leash from our wing?" Her smiles grows and she waves her over towards one of the bare stools to sit. Chase her? YAY! A buzzing kind of sound shows the little gold's anticipation of the game, and with a fanning of sunflower-gold wings, she's off into the air, a shrill sound of taunting offered over her shoulder to the bronze. Hahaha! Catch me if you can! Alida, on the other hand, moves at a sedate pace to close with Jo, the blonde's mouth sliding into its trademark half-smirk to match the darker woman's own expression, her alto noting low over humid, warm air, "Not too shabby, e..." Yes, that abortive 'except' was already well-spoken by Jo, the woman's nose wrinkling up as she scowls in exaggerated fashion, ripostes with a gusty sigh. "Fuckin' *loathe* Taiga." Beat. "Bastard said 'e doesn't trust me. He doesn't know me very well, does 'e?" Snerk. Give her a moment, and the blonde is settling her rear upon that proffered stool. As Mime follows the little queen's call, the bronze launching right after her, Jo watches the play with a shake of her head and a snort. "Taiga hardly suits ya," she agrees to the initial response, her amusement out in the open, "but I guess that's the point, maybe. He's still pissed?" On trust, she shakes her head as she returns to tending the tall plant she's at as she says, "Not sure if K'del trust many. Fly under the radar, get'im to at least think yer not gonna burn his Weyr down when his back turns'n he'll let up. Not that I know, though. I hardly deal with Weyrleadership, for a reason," and she gives Alida a look on that one. "You are *not* fuckin' kidding..." Alida mutters dourly of Taiga, though her sullenness eases off some when she too watches their flits zip amongst the plants and flowers in their game of tag. "Yeah...still pissed. Not *as* totally fried as before, though." Snork. Green eyes slide from their pets over to Jo, and finally the blonde has to lower her proud chin a little, bob plaited head...and sigh again. "I know he wants me ta kow-tow to 'im, at least metaphorically." Nose-wrinkle. "I ain't good at kissin' ass." Puff. A small, but obvious nod is given to the other bluie's avoidance of those in power, but 'lida still tacks on, "Not terribly good at sneakin' fer long, I guess." Lip-twist, smirk. "Unless you wanna teach me, uv' course." Laughing as Mime ducks and dives after Pryrite amongst the plants, "At least act like ya respect his wishes," Jo gives with a dramatic and overexaggerated roll of her eyes. "Ya wanna stay in Taiga forever? Shit, woman, Kow-tow'n dance with a glowbasket on top of yer head if he asks, if that's what it takes to getcha back where ya belong. Don' look at it as kissin' ass." She waves that away dismissively, looking her way now. "Ya give the masses what they want'n hold the knife behind yer back," she recites something rehearsed with ease and meaning. "In other words, play nice, darlin'. Doesn' mean ya have to really be nice." She chuckles again at the last, and as she props her elbow casually on the table, "Gettin' a lot of requests for teachin', lately," she quips back. "Maybe I've missed my callin' in bein' a convicted harper." "Act..." Bleh. That's the sentiment clear upon Alida's face, in her eyes as she reacts to Jo's first words. Another expression - of only-partial mock horror and distaste - flicks over mobile features at the thought of remaining in Taiga forever, though the blonde woman adds on the heels of Jo's words of kissing ass, "Ain't as easy as you might think it is...fer someone like me." Scowl, sigh. "Didn' go over well ta have ta kiss ass at Pars..." A guard machismo thing, then? Shrug. "Guess I gotta work on my bullshitting skills." Leaning a little forward as the elder bluie speaks of her sudden 'prestige,' Alida finds herself inquiring softly, "Not that I expect ya ta share...but who?" Smirkie. "What the shell would ya have ta teach *me*, anyway?" Sounds like a rhetorical question. "I get that," Jo answers, studying her erstwhile wingmate's face. "Guess it's much easier for me 'cause, I seem to spend most of my life playin' rather than bein'. Yer problem," as she's calling the Weyrleader, "wants to make sure yer ain' gonna fuck up. Find a way to make sure he gets that message is all. Ya might have to eat that pride of yers, for a minute," and she nods towards the woman's chest before chuckling again. "Anyway, think about it. Ya need to be back in Glacier. Ya might find yerself startin' to act like Taiga the longer ya stay." Because that would be horrible. "Actin' all upstandin', 'n followin' rules." As for the particulars of who, Jo flaps a hand at her and shakes her head as she asnwers, "Not even worth voicin', darlin'. Teachin' not nearly as fun as enticin' someone. Ya know, that friend of yers punched me in the stomach sometime ago." It's given like gossip - like the stomach didn't belong to her. That Jo offers her honest and perhaps even heart-felt opinion does much to help the often prickly Alida to remain as open to those words of wisdom as possible, the blonde curling up a fist, lifting a knee, and placing her elbow upon the latter, fist propping under her chin. For some long moments, all the younger woman does is cogitate, watch their pets chase one another in the warm, muggy air. Finally the blonde allows, "Been thinkin' about it a *lot*." Nose-wrinkle...sigh. "I miss Glacier." Though she controls her reactions, there's a subtle longing in the woman's alto that might give a hint as to the depths of her yearning to be 'back home.' A sudden eye-cross is given to words of acting super upstanding, another trademark of hers - an eyeroll - following soon after. An inquiry is launched, however: "How d'I go about this givin' K'del what 'e wants without triggering 'is suspicion?" Beat. "'Cause near-instant assent's...suspicious." Smirk. Wha-huh? Greens look directly into dark browns at word of this 'friend,' Alida first looking a little surprised and confused, then rumbling a little low laughter at her wingmate. "Did'ja earn it by pushin' boundaries?" "Betcha do," Jo grunts that on missing Glacier, taking to watching the firelizards at play as well for a moment. Meeting her gaze then, "Use it as motivation," she adds pointedly. "As for gettin' him to back off," she goes on to say quite affably, "get involved in somethin' that'll both be beneficial to the Weyr and make yerself look good. Maybe get into some dragonhealin', or do that search'n rescue shit. Ya know. Somethin' that says ya regret the error of yer ways'n are truly lookin' to better yerself. Do it for a few months. Six, maybe. The longer, the better. Do it until he relents'n then keep it up a few more months before ya back outta it. Big gesture," and she nods a few times to that. "That sort of thing worked on my father all the time," she relates as she turns her plant to another angle and takes up watering it again. "Words never do it, but action will." She meets Alida's gaze then on the topic of their mutual friend, not looking the least bit apologetic as she says, "Of course I did. It's what I do. 'Spose it's better'n a drink in the face." Those words of Jo wisdom slowly earn the other bluie a thick blink of some small surprise, and a dawning little smile of realization. "Yeah... Never thought uv *that* tack." Alida murmurs with a dash of honest admiration, her nod followed by a truthful, "Thank you." Nod-nod, grin. "Already betterin' myself workin' with that spiced rum." Chortle. Watching Jo tend to the plant brings up a low comment from left-field, "Didn' know ya enjoyed..." Cue a motion of her free hand to that plant watering. Another sudden thought has the blonde looking pensive. "Wonder if Bones'll ever show 'is face again, here." Now that Azaylia's gone. Word of a certain weyrling brownrider has the younger woman sniggering low, and offering, "That it is." Wink. "Haven't had a chance ta meet with 'er in a seven 'r so. "How's she doin'?" Lower teeth file a little at upper lip. "Since we two apparently've unofficially mentored 'er." What a duo to have in that role! Briefly inclining her head to the word of thanks, "Turns of experience rightin' fuck-ups," Jo gives in explanation to her Jo wisdom. "Ya'll be alright, Alida. Take it slow'n keep the fuck-ups outside the Weyr'n its ears, hmm?" She joins in the laughter, and when Alida notes her plant tending, she looks at the tall plant before her before answering back, "Bones got me into it, I guess. Been comin' in here when I get the time'n it helps clear my head. Miss that man," she admits, looking soberly over at her. "Hope he's copin' since..." There's a moment of silence there, the bluerider seeming lost in thought before she moves on and flashes a grin over her shoulder about Edyis. "Still tryin' to find her place," is her answer on the other's well-being, the answer more even than not. "She probably should be worried if we're the ones she's gettin' advisin' from," she adds wryly. "Whereas I just fuck up an' move on..." Alida murmurs darkly and mostly to herself. Nod. "Slow, mostly-sane..." is tacked on to the end of Jo's comment, along with a soft snerk. As for the plant tending... "Nice, calming hobby. Sure is nicer in the winter, too." Grin. "I go out an' sometimes help the stable staff with the runners, too." Likely for the same reasons. Word of Bones and that whole horrible incident in the Bowl have Alida going silent again, turned inward towards her own suddenly sobered thoughts...until Jo's grinning again over Edyis. Snert. "If she had more sense, yeah. But, like she's told me, she's got a freaky thing fer the dangerous, wild ones." And that, in very brief summation, *is* Jo and Alida. "I'm sure K'del doesn' see it that way," Jo notes on moving on, her tone teasing her wingmate. "I barely have any of these type of activities," she admits, raising the water holder she handles with the plant. "That I need it, maybe it's an indication that I'm gettin' old or somethin'. Nice'n calmin' hobbies usually were just me downin' a bottle'n passin' out 'round the corner." On hearing about the runners though, "Ya ever talk to a girl named Faryn? She runs those runners over there, she tells me." She snickers on the last topic, the convict rider leaning back against the table with both hands resting over her stomach as she says, "We were talkin' 'bout the wings sometime ago," she explains. "I dunno any of the others, but, ya ever wonder which of'em will end up in Glacier?" There's that eyeroll again, what's in Alida's greens saying openly 'Fuck what K'del thinks.' Older? Pshaw! "More mature, my ol' Journeyman'd say." Smirk. "Got other things, *besides* booze an' brawling an' sex, that'll push our buttons." Faryn, though... "Yep. Once 'r twice. She was one uv the white knots that didn' Impress." Slowly raising up from her hunch, then stretching her back in a massive arch, Alida gustily comments, "Runs? As in runnin' the show, 'r jockeying?" Once her spine clicks in pleasing fashion, the blonde comments again, "Mebee...kinda'. Logical place fer Edyis is Savannah, anyway. She might be able ta pull off Glacier in a pinch, but..." Shrug. "Why waste her more obvious talents." Hmmm. "Not sure about either uv' those bronzers...though I think the one that's formerly Igen might work some fer Glacier, too." Beat. "He's quiet, kinda got the intense thing goin'. Little older...lots'a scars." Smirk. "There will always be booze'n brawlin'n sex in my life," Jo counters that bit as she pulls free her flask from her pocket and flips up the lid for a drink. "But, guess it's good to have other things, too. I'm tryin' to be a lil' more classy, see." She wordlessly offers the flask Alida's way as she speaks on Faryn with a nod. "Yeah, her," she agrees casually. "It's her craft'n all. Helps run, more like. Interestin' girl. Ed in Savannah, huh?" She pauses to consider that before she nods and says, "Yeah. Makes sense. She could make it in Glacier, too, but, I can see her bein' useful in Savannah." She's longer to consider the other Alida brings up, the woman frowning with a look as if she's trying to recall him. "I think I remember seein' him in passin'," she's slow to say. "Well, it'll be interestin', seein' where they end up. That's more of my interest when it comes to weyrlins', anyway." Her gaze goes to seek out Mime then before she abruptly asks, "Hey. Pyrite had any nests lately?" "I don't doubt it," Alida notes easily, not sounding mocking in any fashion. It's just one of the things that goes with the whole 'Jo' idiom. "S'what I meant..." is added in on the heels of the other bluie's admission of 'other things.' Brow raise, stare...smirk. "More classy? Say it's not so, oh wingmate uv mine." Ahh...now *there's* the smirk! Back to Faryn again, "Interesting how?" Up perk those metaphorical ears of Alida's. As for Edyis' talents, "Only potential drawback I'd see ta her bein' in Savannah is maybe tryin' ta live up ta' R'hin's 'expectations' uv' 'er...and possibly havin' ta choose Savannah 'r 'Reaches if they ever get ta go back ta Monaco." A faint lip purse shows some of her small, inner consideration of this idea before they move on to, "Oh; Z'kiel's 'is name. He was dancin' around one uv' the platforms with the other Igenites that night..." That the awful fire took their Weyrwoman. Shrug. "As long as *I* c'n get back ta where I belong...an' we don't get the wrong types in Glacier, I dun' care too much." There's a blink as Jo shifts topics like lubed lightning, and Alida shakes her pale head around a little half-grin, though she answers, "I figure any time within this current Turn, she'll likely go up again...if she's got anything in common with our own dragon queens." Green eyes turn to the pair of firelizards, who are currently playing hide-and-seek amidst the greenery. Laughing on the classy bit, "What, think I can' pull it off?" and Jo postures up from her slouch just a little bit, her head held in a haughty pose before she snorts more laughter and wave a hand at her. On Faryn, once the laughter dies, "Girl's got personality," she says on the crafter with a slight shrug. "I can appreciate someone with personality." It's probably vague, that assessment, and it may continue in this vein when a brow lifts on talk of Savannah and R'hin. "Might not be a bad thing," she says of Edyis and R'hin's expectations. "Haven' seen him mess anyone up yet. She's better off under his expectations than someone like mine's, or certain others'." There's a brief pause as she processes Z'kiel's name, nodding with a slight frown before she spears Alida with a grin and a, "As long as wrong types ain' folks lookin' for good ole' structure." Dark eyes seek out their firelizards at play as she idly drinks rom her flask, nodding as the given timetable before she says, "I'm gonna need 'nother lil' shipment. Next time she goes up, I could take up a few off yer hands. I'll pay if ya want." After Jo sips from that flask, Alida nabs a nip off of it, too, if the other bluie's still offering. "You got the physical thing down, but what about the snooty manners, cultured talk, an' perfect decorum?" Grin. As for Faryn, "That she does. I like females with some backbone in 'em. Even gotta slightly admit that uv' our newest, over-dramaticizing, teenage goldrider." Smirk. "Might not, yeah. Time'll tell." The flask's handed back to Jo so she can pull off it again. "Won't stick my nose in *too* far between those two, unless some heavy shit goes down." Shrug. "Too much respect fer both uv' 'em." Head-cock. "Spiced rum? Can do." As for their frolicing flits, "First one's on me, wingmate. Any others, I'll charge for." Grin. Offering the flask over, "Aw, I'll just imitate those girls back in Keogh," Jo dismisses that with a lounging shrug. The convict rider joins in one the agreement of females with backbones, nodding her assent multiple times and saying behind her, "Love it when they're all bold'n cocky, too. Thinkin' they could take me on. The gold weyrlin'?" She pauses to give that one some thought before she shrugs a little and says, "Yeah, she's hot. The snottiness might kill the buzz, though." Taking back the flask, "Yeah, I hear ya," she answers on the respect, nodding again. On the deals made, the woman getting to her feet, "I'll take anythin' ya can give me," she says with a nod of thanks as Mime flies over near her as she reaches for her jacket. "Listen, I've gotta run out, but We should grab some drinks outside this place sometime," she notes as she shrugs into her jacket. "We could stop by Rusty Nail or somethin'. Hit on the 'maids'n booze a lil." She stoppers the flask and drops it into her pocket as she speaks. "Keogh, Pars...all over the fuckin' *world*..." Alida chimes in on Jo's heels, the younger bluerider again rolling her eyes. Snicker. "Snotiness' only the tip uv the iceberg with her, probably. Damned kids." Yeesh. "I'll nab ya' another pair uv' crates by the end uv' this sevenday. Not as much aging on 'em as the last, unless the recipients 're given ta setting 'em aside fer a Turn 'r so on their own." By this time, Pyrite's a little winded from her heavy exercise with Mime, the little gold coming to a heavy perch upon one of Alida's shoulders, then curling her frame about the blonde's neck while uttering soft trills of contentment between breaths. "I'm in on *that*!" is her near-final response to boozing and perhaps wenching with Jo, the younger woman suddenly stepping forward and seeking to grasp her wingmate's forearm in a rather traditional - if impulsive and warm - grip of friends and equals. "Good talkin' with you again, Jo." Beat. "Send our regards ta' Tac." So. TIRED. Words can't even touch Ilicaeth's mind as he verges on falling asleep in his couch. There's just the feeling of pleasure when spending time with Tacuseth comes to his mind. Snooooore. (Ilicaeth to Alida) "Good thing we dodged that shank, eh?" Jo says on those holdbred mannerisms, her smile infectious. She snorts on the weyrlings as a whole and nods in acknowledgment on the crate of spiced rum before she speaks on their getting together. Connecting her hand to Alida's with a firm grip, genuine fondness there in her tone, "'Ey, us agin' birds gotta stick together anyway," she teases in a drawl. Squeezing her hand briefly, "Fix the shit with K'del," she reiterates meaningfully, "'n get back to yer wing. Always good runnin' into ya. Send regards to Ilicaeth'n I'll see ya 'round very soon." There's promise in her tone on that before Alida gets released and she clicks her tongue twice for Mime to follow her along out of the greenhouse. |
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