Logs:Illicit Visit
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| RL Date: 10 September, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Telavi, Ilicaeth, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Goldilocks 'invades' the Bear's den. The hungry 'Bear' returns, and reacts accordingly...but doesn't eat Goldilocks, since she 'bears' food. |
| Where: Alida's Rest and Relaxation Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A crisp and cool, cloudy night. |
| OOC Notes: Tela's player almost always manages to make me grin and/or giggle. There was talk of bears, bland foods made spicier, marmalade and mini sandwiches, and alliteration. ;D |
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| When Alida and Ilicaeth arrive home, there are clues if one is wont to notice them. They begin with the heavy hanging that guards the inner weyr, which has been closed but perhaps not precisely the way it had been. They continue with the delicate-looking boots that stand just inside, untenanted. Oh, and the lights are still on. And then there is the fine-robed figure curled up on the couch, one of the wallow's pillows beneath her head, to all intents and purposes looking asleep. At least... unless they're loud. >---< NorConMUSH: Dice Roll 100-sided die x 1 by Alida >---------------------< 88 >-------------------------------------------------< Exceptional success! >---< Those 'clues' started, first for Alida and then to Ilicaeth, as the heavier pebbles the woman purposely had strewn over particular places on their ledge are now shifted out of place...and there's no heavy gusts of wind nor pounding rain to do such. There's also the gossamer strands of grey thread the blonde sometimes leaves stretched out and propped up by slender, tiny bundles of straw at human ankle height across the opening to her part of the weyr. Those, plus the disturbance of the hanging...and the glows being fully unshielded when she left them dimmed before leaving has Alida as tense as a bowstring, a similarly-tense Ilicaeth inserting his head behind her as far as it will go as the woman stalks slowly - her 'serious' knife out and readied - inside. What the f... "Tela?!" is suddenly blurted as beyond-egle-eyed Ilicaeth is the first to make out just "who's" on her couch, his mind giving her the exact details before his rider's eyes have fully adjusted. Alida sounds surprised, confused, a little aghast...and most definitely ticked off as she pauses in her doorway. That's Telavi, waking up, blink-blinking, even her golden locks a little mussed. She rubs one eye so it's not quite as fuzzy as she blinks a couple times more. By her, but on the floor, is a covered platter. Groggily, not quite crossly, "What took you so long?" « Why? » That's all Ilicaeth has for Solith, his inquiry polite but pointed...and hinting at both confusion and humor. Still moving with some furtiveness about her weyr - her dragon remaining like a wall to block any means of egress - Alida checks things out as her clutchmate wakes up, speaks up. Telavi: check (though she'll feel even better about the greenie as soon as Ilicaeth backs up her assessment). Anything else of note disturbed, aside from the 'new' platter on the floor? Any other bodies in here? Any unpleasant surprises? Now scowling at Tela, the bluie growls, "What the shit 're you doin' here?" It's not truly threatening, as far as Alida-threats go, but it *is* angry. « She wanted to? » is all that Solith can offer, a little helplessly; Telavi's just like that. He knows that, doesn't he? Everyone knows that. At least the little rocks on the hearth haven't been moved; that strange squat rocking chair certainly hasn't been touched; no 'decorations' have been added to mural or hangings; and nobody's sleeping in Mama... in Alida's bed. "You're grumpy," the greenrider discovers all of a sudden, green-today eyes that much wider in surprise. "Look, I brought you something. Aren't you hungry?" Yes, Ilicaeth rumbles wordlessly to his lifemate: that *is* Telavi. And after he does such, Solith gets a chuff of scouring laughter from her brother, her sunny helplessness having already redeemed them, in the blue's eyes. He'd chat her up more, but he needs to pay most of his attention to his rider, right now, because Alida's still irked, and still has that big-ass knife in hand. So please forgive, dear 'Sunny.' As for that particular woman, she's now done with her survey of her quarters, and soon slamming home her knife into sheath at hip, refastening the light clip that keeps it from falling out when she's other then upright. That scowl is mitigated to a dark frown, thanks to Ilicaeth's suddenly lighter mood, but...this *is* still Alida. "What the fuck d'ya think I'd be?" See? She's even working to not bark her displeasure at Telavi, the bluerider's words instead slowed down from their typical, break-neck pace so she can present a somewhat-less aggressive stance. Apparently clutchmates might count for something in her book. A flick of eyes at the food on the floor quickly resolves to more staring at the greenrider, a firm application of will soon following so she doesn't continue to hiss and growl at the other woman. "Telavi, I..." No, that won't do. Too curt, too harsh. Looking much-put-upon and still vexxed as hell, the paler blonde removes her helmet with purposeful slowness, then noting tightly to her unwanted houseguest, "Tela, you *know* I'm a private person." *Right?!* inquires that still harder flash of eyes. "You *know* I'm..." Uh... handwave. A little paranoid? Angry? What? "I'm a "guard". We don' tend ta enjoy most surprises." Because surprise tends to equal bad things (tm) in that profession. Ilicaeth helps with burning-off a sudden flare of temper for his rider having to put the heavy reins ON said temper, the blue's azure eyes now flecked with hints of orange in some facets. Instead of barking interrogatives again, the bluie instead tosses her helmet and goggles to the foot of the couch, rubs her forehead, and again slowly inquires of her clutchmate, "Are you lonesome, 'r somethin'? We ain't seen each other much." Her wings flutter up in the wake of that laughter, but Solith isn't bothered at all by Ilicaeth's task, not one little bit; he can handle it! She might just seek to peek over his mental shoulder now and again, when it's really truly safe. "Hungry," Tela tells Alida, just a little bit of a dimple showing. She relaxes too as the bluerider does, hiding a bit of a yawn behind her hand, bracelets clinking faintly over a hard-to-see underlay of red. "A guard. Yes. Everyone knows that, Alida," she says fondly. "I thought about embroidering you a blouse once, that said it across the back-- you know, 'I am a GUARD' or maybe just 'GUARD'-- except then I thought that maybe printing it would be better or possibly applique, and I just couldn't decide and then there wasn't time. Although maybe by now there has been time, because it has been awfully long, but what if your size changed?" Yep; he can handle his 'task' - er, his rider - and Ilicaeth finally rumbles his agreement to Solith *after* he's retreated to his couch to thump his tail against the padded rock. Helps to bleed off what was formerly Alida's anger, and now *his*, though he doesn't want it. Nope, still not 'safe' in there, though he'd not allow Telavi to be in actual 'danger' from his. Inside, Alida continues to stare at Telafor some moments before she shrugs out of the rest of her flying gear, moves to settle it properly upon pegs in the wall near the exit. "You came *here* 'cause you were hungry..." Sigh. "And ya thought I might be hungry, too." Slowly, the bluie's shedding her outrage at finding someone inside her precious, private perimeter pending prior permission, her tiredness soon enough rearing its head and making her scour knuckles at eyes. And then the greenrider's informing her of that abortive applique...and quite suddenly, 'lida's eye-rolling and snerking in only-partially foul humor. "Nah; that gives away my hand. Maybe somethin' like, 'Fuck off an' Die,' 'r 'Go Away.'" A twitch of lips might have been the start of a smirk, but it dies away quickly in favor of a sigh and then a yawn. The woman soon flops down on the couch beside her clutchmate after returning to stand before it, her boots soon prized off, kicked aside in favor of looking at just what's on that plate. "No, no; you said you're--" Telavi supplies a literal waving of a hand right here, "and then you didn't finish," so clearly the greenrider had to complete the thought. Her dimple deepens. "'Go Away' is nice and short. I like that." Spotting Alida examining the platter, she reaches down-- so much work!-- to reveal sliced bread already layered with a light-colored spread, and tiny pots to go with it: flakes of ruddy smoked fish in one, in another golden marmalade, and some sort of olive-y mash in a third. Choices. Beware, Telavi. Alida's still irked some under her mien of casual self-control, and that smart-alek handwave and those words make the 'anger beast' inside her flare...seen in the glitter of clear green eyes. Ilicaeth's still there, in the background of his rider's mind, subtly deflecting and dismissing whatever bits of his rider's irritation that he can...so, for once, she's now able to return to a more (or less?) irked-balanced state in order to clip off to Tela, "Make it a nice shirt - not froo-froo, mind ya - and I'll even pay ya for it, if I like it. Just gotta make that 'Go Away' bright an' obvious." Snert. Whatever Tela's brought her has nose more interested than eyes, and, after some inspecting sniffs, the bread is lifted, dipped into the olive mush, and nipped at hungrily. "What is it?" is inquired after she tastes the concoction. "Well, besides 'olives.'" Telavi woudn't be Telavi if she didn't incite that glitter every once in a while, though just now it might not have been on purpose; "Long day?" she wonders more softly, skipping over the 'obvious'-ness with a smile that isn't. "Besides olives... oh, I don't know. Something green? And garlic, I'm pretty sure. Whatever people normally put in it; I like it. It's not so gooshy as some people do, but not gigantic chunks of it either." Indeed. Inciting irksomeness incidentally inspires ingestion, and as Alida's fit of internal pique dies away with the application of Telavi-bourne combustables to her hungry mid-region, she finds herself further inquiring, "The red stuff smells like...some kinda oily fish." There's a faint twist of lips, but she's hungry, and she's never tried fish quite this way, so why-the-Shell not?! If Alida heard that facetious inquiry about the length of her day, she chooses not to grace it with an answer, the paler blonde instead slowly tucking her sock-clad feet beneath her, then trying some of the fishy dip and bread. Hmm. "S'okay..." is noted between bites, the bluie then noting, "Want any tea?" It is, after all, an illicit visit! "You don't have to get it on your fingers, there are some little knives in there, maybe hiding under the napkins?" Telavi guesses before taking one of the latter. She watches Alida nibble, and even if the question wasn't facetious at all, she doesn't clarify or repeat it. Instead, "Tea would be lovely, thank you," and Tela moves for the first time for her own sample, choosing the sweet and tangy marmalade that reflects so glowingly the glowlight. "Oh..." Alida notes brilliantly, the woman soon plucking out the little knives and passing one over to Tela, along with a napkin. Once she's tucking into the second half of her her current fishy nom, her bit of utensilry is set aside on a couch arm in favor of her rising slowly to move to the dead hearth, where the bluie quickly gets a small fire started, along with a small pot of rainwater she collected earlier...then adding a little, bound cheesecloth of fragrant herbs to the water. "This stuff helps ya sleep, I'll pre-warn you..." is noted over her shoulder to Telavi, the guard's frame then rocked by a sudden, huge yawn. Apparently, she's more than half-way there already. And just as suddenly, there's a soft pop of Between-displaced air above Alida's bed, Pyrite returning back to her basket of eggs after a late dinner. Mime's not there tonight to help, apparently. "Would you call it... special tea?" Tela wonders, momentarily impish. But beyond that, and a few other light words here and there, at least it helps her not chatter. Her firelizards aren't about, and it's quiet. Eventually she might even drift off again on that couch... but be gone again with the thankfully-late High Reaches dawn. Ugh. Just... UGH. There's a curl of lip and a huge eyeroll for *that* terrible pun, Alida soon moving to her dragon's couch to undo Ilicaeth's straps and gear, returning to her part of the weyr with a heavy bag slung over her shoulder. It's more hot sand from the hatching grounds to add to the mostly-depleted stuff in the egg basket, the change taking a little time, given how careful both females are about those ovoids in it. Still, there's more food to be had after business is taken care of, and now 'snoozytime tea' as well. And when Telavi drifts off and doesn't seem ready to awaken and go home...Alida sighs, bites the bullet, and fetches up a blanket and another pillow from her bed to settle over and near the greenrider before she too crawls towards her own bed. A few times that night she awakens - unused to anybody but herself and her lifemate, pet being so close - but after some quiet shuffling around and another half-cup of tea, there's more rest to greet the guard...plus a pleasant little sensation of warmth in this 'different' human company. |
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