Logs:In A Tizzy
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| RL Date: 31 March, 2015 |
| Who: Tomic, Schuyler, Alida, Azaylia, Laine, Faryn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: When a certain bluerider is sent into a tizzy, the Weyrwoman tries to do damage control. There's also talk of flights, rations, and gift baskets. |
| Where: Living Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. The caverns are always more crowded when the weather is less than hospitable, as is the case today. Tomic's lost in the middle of the flux of people, a plate full of food in hand... and no apparent destination in mind. What he is watching is a gaggle of weyrbrats, keeping track of them though there are nannies with them, a mental tally of which kids are going off with parents for supper, which are staying with the group... Tomic is also having people walking into him and shoulder-bumping him, and getting frustrated at his being a roadblock. All that's happening to him, but he's not much paying attention to it. The larger crowds mean more food and Sky is on his way to the buffet tables with a large tray of after dinner snacks. His way is blocked by a larger-than-him young man. "Oop, 'scuse me." he says trying to make his way around the iceberg of a man. Thankfully the buffets are just on the other side of him and the tray makes it to the table without much more incident. Done with her 'required' dinner with Taiga - both presences having had enough of one another - Alida flatly excuses herself from that Wing's long table, getting a mere nod goodbye from one of the many members as she departs. Apparently neither the Glacier bluerider nor her temporary wingmates find much to like in one another. At least the blonde's skated around the requirement to eat all her dinner with Taiga by putting a tiny slice of wherry, one veggie, and a small tuber on her plate. Such small pickins' insure she's done within 5 minutes. And now that she's free, the woman's up into the queue to nab herself a true meal, this time, her plate heaped high with various things and a big mug of tea as she pivots around and sets off...to find not much in the way of table space left. The hell if she'll go back to Taiga's table. While it's more typical for the Weyrwoman to take her meal in her weyr or the council chambers, the itch to socialize is one Azaylia is happy to scratch. Although she could have picked a much better day, with the light rainfall chasing everyone inside. She's got a plate to rival Tomic's, far more considerate as she moves with the wave of people. She can't help it, when someone bumps her into the large, solid mass. "Oh dear, come here." Fingers curl into the crook of the unfamiliar nanny's arm, tugging him toward the nearest table, where it seems Sky is settling. "You can't be standing in the way like that. It's far too busy." A light scold, but intended to be helpful more than anything.'. Bumping, he's been ignoring, and continues to do. Being grabbed and moved, that's different. "Hm?" comes out of that mountain of a nanny only once he's already taken a few steps along with the weyrwoman. The others to go past where he'd been standing are luckier than Schuyler, obviously, who only gets noticed now, once Tomic and Azaylia have reached his table. "Oh, hey." The plate is set down, a veggie or two lighter than it had been when the big man was in the middle of the cavern, but not overly emptied. "You're the one called Sky, right?" An afterthought to the weyrwoman, whom he clearly doesn't recognise, is, "Thanks, I guess." Fresh in from the rain, as evidenced by her slick dark hair and damp shoulders, Laine's among those jostling for a place by the buffet tables. She bides her time, running fingers through her hair and tousling it to a stark, messy cloud, and as the line shuffles forward she scans the living cavern for familiar faces. Finding none, once Laine's fetched her own plate (mostly vegetables), her path takes her on a wandering route, finally claiming a seat somewhere near--oh. Azaylia. And Tomic. "Hi." Hi! Wading through the active throng, Alida finds herself becoming a little irked at the 'bumper-to-bumper' traffic in the 'cavern, her green eyes rolling heavenward as if to ask for patience. At this point, she'll take pretty much any seat that's not with Taiga or with anyone she doesn't care for, and so, when an empty seat's sighted, the bluerider wriggles between a huge man and a lanky woman holding a conversation to set her tray down beside... oh. "Schuyler..." the blonde notes in her typical, clipped alto. Oh look; there's also an Azaylia, and a Laine, and somebody she doesn't know. They all get a low grunt of acknowledgement, aside from Zay, who gets a polite-in-company, "Weyrwoman." Schuyler grins as he finds himself at a full table. To Tomic, "That's me!" a pleased smile at being recognized. "Not sure I know you though." he raises an eyebrow in question. Then Laine and Alida, who both get warm smile. "Evening." he greets in general. "Sky, hello." Azaylia remembers him, after Tomic's greeting, of course. She's wearing a small, patient smile for the mountainous lad, brows lifting in amusement. "You're welcome, I guess." The last is said far too playfully, as is her mimic of Laine. "Hi." Setting her food down, the goldrider decides that this is as good a place as any, especially with such familiar faces. The most familiar of all being, "Alida, hello. I thought I saw you sitting already?" Still, she's not one to judge (or be able to) when it comes to one's hunger. At least she doesn't take priveledge with more meat than anyone else, keeping to the vegetables and not-wheat starches. The weyrbrats out of his sight, Tomic is paying more attention. Enough to catch the title Alida throws out. "Thank you, weyrwoman," is sheepish, though he can't keep a bit of a grin from his face as he tests, "I guess," with a shrug of those big shoulders. Laine, the defender of whist, is given that same smile, minus the self-consciousness, when she sits. And the blonde woman, whom he doesn't know, gets a pleasant nod, though for now he'll keep his greetings to himself. In case he misses a rank again. A lopsided smile does its due rounds. Greetings (at the bare minimum, acknowledgements) complete, the young tanner apprentice wastes no time in tucking into her meal, although she does use the back of her hand to wipe away a lone rain droplet that's running down the tip of her nose. "Rain," she grouses, falling back on that old standard of conversation: so how 'bout that weather, huh? But she does lever that smile up at Tomic--must be thinking much the same, because she offers, "Played any whist lately?" "Nah; just got here..." Alida responds to Azaylia, the blonde trying not to look like a barbarian as she shoves a forkful of asparagus into her yap, chews hungrily. Man, she's hungry, this evening. Some tea washes the greens down, readying her for a large bite of tuber and butter, the bluerider seeming to thoroughly enjoy her chow, though her portion of meat is as spare as anyone else's. Maybe she's enjoying a little *too* much, given how green eyes focus upon her plate of food for extended periods, though they do lurch up on occasion to keep track of who's where, far and near. And then, there's a small start from the bluerider as something ripples through her consciousness - her gaze far away for some moments, her hanf clutching up tightly upon her fork - and then finds her coming back to full consciousness with a low, almost growled, "NOT NOW..." Damn it! Schuyler doesn't have any food at this point, as he was just bringing things out, but seeing how everyone is here for food (again, or still, or...because it's raining) he sits up for just a moment. "Would you guys keep my seat, I'm going to let the kitchens know we have another rush and bring some more food out." he glances around the table, his eyes landing on Alida and her appetite for a moment. "Anything anyone wants me to snag for them while I'm up?" he asks but is startled by Alida's outburst. "You ok?" his attention on her for a moment. "Azaylia." The Werywoman suggests to poor Tomic, still clearly amused as she picks at her plate. As for rain, "It must be annoying, as a tanner? Not being able to work outdoors as much?" Laine is the freshest face, which means the busy goldrider actually remembers her too. She's on a roll! Alida's outburst startles her as well, expression suddenly flat and firm as she stares at the bluerider. It's only after a moment that her gaze refocuses, and she gives a soft, breathless laugh. "It'd probably be best if you didn't fight him, Alida." For those confused at the table, they'll have to wait until she's finished her bite. Casually, "Ilicaeth, that's her blue, intends to chase a green." Another moment, "Solith." No doubt Hraedhyth is watching from the comfort of another dragon's ledge. « Watch. » Boast. (To Hraedhyth from Lythronath) « Win. » Encouragement. (To Lythronath from Hraedhyth) Waving off Schuyler's offer, Tomic says, "No," more in answer to Laine. "But I had a hand of crib. And about seven games of crazy eights, just last night, with the kids." Azaylia gets a thoughtful look when she supplies her name, but he doesn't repeat it. The big man is busy reaching for vegetables, with his hand, because of course he didn't think to bring a fork. He has one right up level with his lips when it stops, and gets slowly lowered back to his plate. "She's going to- oh." And he shifts in his seat. Laine's chewing placidly on a mouthful of pickled beet when Alida's snarl comes; the candidate scrutinizes the bluerider across the table with narrowed grey eyes. She takes another bite. It's Sky's offer that rouses more of a reaction: she mumbles to that helpful offer from Sky, glancing up at the baker, "Klah, if you've got a spare hand? Black's fine. Oh," and that's turned on Azaylia, as Laine swallows (gracious of her) and replies, "You would not believe the smell in there." And when that explanation comes from the goldrider, the tanner nods, looking back at Alida. Says, sotto voce, "Isn't she supposed to, like... Go somewhere?" What?! Someone said something, and the distracted Alida jerks her intense, green gaze up again from the meal she was just staring at to meet Schuyler's. The bluerider appears to be internally struggling with something, a faint hint of sweat quickly breaking out upon her forehead and upper lip, Azaylia's words evincing a grit of teeth from the blonde, and a sudden cuss of, "I WANT to FINISH my FUCKING DINNER." While the noise in the 'cavern is too much for her strangled curse to be overheard beyond present company, those gathered near can certainly make it out. At least it's not directed at the Weyrwoman, nor anyone else at the table. Rebelliously, the 'rider shoves more food into her mouth, chews like a cretan, then splashes some tea into her pie hole. What's her other hand doing? Kneading firmly at one thigh with a rough palm. Seems someone's...worked up. Go somewhere? Huh? Blink, scowl. Schuyler's eyes light with understanding. "Ah...well, yeah...Klah you said, Laine? I can do that." glad to have an excuse to step away from the food hoarding worked up blue rider he weaves his way across the (ever increasingly agitated) crowd and disappears into the kitchens. A few minutes pass before he returns with another large tray, weaving back to the buffets and finally to the table, this time with two mugs of klah, one handed over to Laine. He eyes Alida. "You gonna be ok?" his question with a hint of concern. Azaylia watches Alida's struggle with an obvious mix of curiosity and concern, lips pressing into a line. Laine earns a soft nod, even if the goldrider isn't looking at the tanner, "She is." Leaning over, there's a gentle hand on Alida's shoulder that gives a firm squeeze. "Stop fighting him." There's a sweet name on the tip of her tongue, a 'honey' or 'dear', but this is Alida after all. She may not appreciate it. "It's not good for either of you." There's a glance for the candidates and non-candidates alike, "And you're scaring the babies." With far more command in her soft voice, "Go find Solith's rider." "SON-of-a-BITCH!" Alida snarls again to herself, her lifemate, her jaw set, eyes blazing, body stiff as she continues to try and fight her lifemate back into somnolescence. And fails. It's been a few months, after all. Azaylia's squeeze of her shoulder sends the woman's distracted gaze instantly to the goldrider, who is looked at with mixed irritation... and growing lust. Blinkie-blink. "Yeah... whatever. Damned dragon..." Around very glottal muttering of hard dicks have no conscience - and yet more cussing - the Glacier rider snags up her tray, its plate and mug still more than half-full, and then heaves to a stand before shoving her chair out of the way so she can stalk off towards the outside, and the guest weyr. Tomic's eyes flick up and down and up and down, from Alida, to his plate, to Azaylia, to his plate, to the riders together, to his plate. Like a wagon wreck, you don't want to stare, but... Finally, with a force of will, the nanny stares at his vegetables. And starts to eat them, slowly, and surely. Alida's outburst doesn't even have him look up, once his mind is made up. He just flinches at the shout, and then hunches up his shoulders, tough-like. And chews his tubers. Faryn's arrival in the caverns is unceremonious, at best. She's got a mug of klah and a plate piled high with vegetables that she's eyeing with a bit of consternation, but otherwise she is easy to overlook. She's grazing the caverns for a place to sit - anywhere, really, will do; she's got broccoli to eat - and when she spots a familiar group of people she beelines towards them presently. "Can I sit --" she starts, before Alida slams upwards and rushes out of the caverns post-haste. "There," finishes the herder lamely, though the seat in front of her is now clear. She takes it without waiting for an answer from anyone. Schuyler is glad he's taken his seat already when Alida bulldozes her way out but the arrival of Faryn brings his smile back and with a shake of his head he grins at her. "Hey there Faryn." he offers then glances at the group. "Everyone know everyone else? That's Laine...I think you know her, Azaylia and this is...uh, not sure I caught your name there actually..." he raises a brow to Tomic. Laine doesn't possess Tomic's strength of will. She's staring at Alida, mouth agape, not even breaking away her gaze to accept that mug from Schuyler, and those grey eyes follow that bluerider's progress all the way out of the caverns. "You expect us to..." One finger lifts to draw an idle pattern in the air in Alida's wake. "... That?" Laine sniffs. She takes a long drink from her mug, and greets Faryn with a cordial nod. "That's Tomic," the tanner provides, helpfully, for the staunch, tuber-chewing man. There's a long exhale from the Weyrwoman that carries any of her annoyance or unease, of which there isn't much. The smile that follows is a small one, careful, as she looks back towards the rest of the table. Her lips part, but before she can begin doing damage control, Faryn is sitting next to her. "Oh, hello." Though she's not wearing her knot, Sky is quick with the introductions. Once again her lips part, only this time it's Laine who interrupts, and Azaylia gives a faint wince, "Ah, no. Not... quite." Her fork has been abandoned for some time, folding her hands atop the table as that smile returns. "Alida is... can be difficult. About certain things. Such as flights." The words are careful, even as she visibly relaxes, "I'm sorry if she startled you." Her gaze passes over the non-riders, "Flights are nothing to be afraid of." Tomic looks up at his name. Looks up to see Faryn and the weyrwoman returned, and heaves a great big sigh that makes his shoulders drop, tagging, "Hey, Faryn," onto the end, complete with silly little smile. Once his eyes catch up with his brain (or think they have), he corrects Laine with, "He knows me." Height does not help with things going over one's head. All that fades quickly when Laine gets them all talking about flights again. "I'm not afraid of them," is mumbled half-defensively, face redder than his normal ruddy tones, still feeling enormously self-conscious. Tomic eats something green off his plate. Busy as she is stuffing a tuber in her mouth, one that by all rights should have been cut into another, more manageable piece, Faryn acknowledges most greetings with a tip of her head, or a wave of her fork, or both. She chews enterprisingly at her mouthful, her gaze drifting to the side to take in the knotless Azaylia and the wide-eyed expressions of the rest of her peers. She swallows, with a gulping sound, and fixes them each with an expression that is a bit unfathomable, but maybe slightly judgmental. Slightly. "Are you guys talking about that green putting everyone in a tizzy?" she asks, her thoughts catching up with Alida's actions all at once. "Why was she in here, if her dragon was chasing?" Schuyler ahs softly. "Right, we did meet...just forgot your name, sorry about that." he grins at Tomic then turns his gaze to the Weyrwoman. "You don't see folks react to flights like that very often though..." he frowns in the direction the bluerider took. "Maybe I'll send some treats to her weyr for after..." his half thought comes out as he thinks but then turns a bright smile back to the group. "Cookies make anyone feel better, right?" he takes a tentative sip of his klah, probably organizing a basket of treats in his head. That mug goes down, and the fork comes up. Laine's chewing thoughtfully while Azaylia speaks, but meets Faryn's gaze with a perk of her thick, dark eyebrows. When her mouth's empty again, the apprentice tanner sucks air through her teeth then shrugs, echoing Tomic with a mild, "Not afraid--" but then Faryn's speaking and Laine's tracking the beastcrafter and those eyebrows dip with something akin to disappointment. "There's a tizzy somewhere and I missed it?" "Like I said," Mostly to Faryn, now, "Alida can be difficult. She shouldn't have been in here, no. I'll have a talk with her." Yes, Alida is strange. No, Azaylia doesn't approve. Unfolding her hands, she picks up her fork and returns to her meal, eating with a surprising fervor given her table manners. A close-lipped smile as she chews, and after, "Good. Wouldn't do to have scared candidates, would it?" Sky's idea earns a soft laugh, "I know she's fond of tea. If you could send anything that pairs well with a hot cup, that'd be best." As for Laine's disappointment, she playfully scolds, "Candidates should be avoiding tizzies." "But if..." And whatever question Tomic has, whatever it is that gets him blinking solemnly at Azaylia for a while, gets chewed over, more than swallowed. "Is she going to be upset afterwards, then? If she needs tea and cookies?" The question is asked, and prompts a pause in his veggie chewing while he waits for an answer; or, by the knit in his brow, maybe tries to work out his own. "Ah," is Faryn's only response for Azaylia. There's a lot of that going around. She stuffs another bite in her mouth, chews, and swallows contemplatively, pointing her fork in the general direction that Alida departed. "That was a tizzy, I'd say. Rare or not. Most of the tizzy is probably indoors now, though." Another bite. Faryn is waving her fork a bit as she talks, adding the afterthought, "I'm in a tizzy. I have to check the herds now. I wonder how many they blooded." She frowns over her fork a spell, then her mouth shifts into a small smirk. "If she loses," is her own plain answer. Schuyler nods. "Ok, tea and cookies. I can totally make that happen." he doesn't seem nearly as distraught as the others, either having something to think about keeps him calm, or...he's just typically calm. "So...what do you all think of tonight's popcorn treat?" he asks, gesturing to the buffet table, which has cleared back a bit to reveal a large bowl of the puffed treat. "Oh." Laine shifts her weight, then, leaning back in her seat and tipping the chair so she balances on the back two legs. Balancing so, she plucks at her plate with her fingers. She makes a little feigned moue of disappointment at Azaylia, but it cracks into a crooked smile that sweeps over to encompass Sky. "That's kind of you," the tanner comments, rocking backward. She flicks a look down at her plate, with a grimace. "Greens blood? And we're short on meat? And," this, more annoyed, "leather, now, too." Hmph. Another soft laugh for Faryn's answer, and Azaylia echoes, "Especially if she loses. But, I approve of gift baskets in general." Her eyes flick to Tomic, smile an attempt to soothe the ruffled nanny, "She'll be fine." The Weyrwoman gives a soft sigh of her nose, otherwise unbothered but certainly pensive about the subject of blooding. "They don't have to, and if they do they're supposed to keep to one." With a light frown, "Hraedhyth says that there's been more than one beast a dragon, which won't do." Dark eyes drift down to her lack of meat, and she spears a tuber with a low hum. "Could you check, after your meal?" For Faryn, sooner rather than later. "Oh," says Tomic. Then, "Oh. You mean it's even like that for g-" stops there, with a look to Laine and Faryn. And Tomic is then interested in his plate again. Laine's comment draws his attention, and around something crunchy and reddish: "Can't you get at least some of the hide from some of the ones that get eaten? Or blooded?" There's less certainty on the last, and he looks to Azaylia for confirmation, their token dragonrider now. Faryn's eyebrows raise at Tomic, incredulous. "Yes," she confirms soberly, looking him dead in the eye until he looks away, "it's like that for girls, too." At least it's clear she's being unsettling, because Faryn tacks onto Tomic's last, pointing her fork at him. "Yeah, I was going to say that. I can get you the hide, or you can come take it. There'll be punctures, but most of it's usable. Just not the meat. Not that they need to blood. It seems a waste. They're so fast anyways. But," she adds, "I don't know anything about tanning, or flights, so." A shrug. Schuyler's question earns a look, but she disregards it with, "Sorry, Sky. I've got so many good vegetables. And it's still not a steak." She sighs wistfully. Another carrot into the herders mouth, and she gives Azaylia a nod. "It was my intention, but I'll report back to you, if you'd like." Schuyler sighs and frowns. "You know food would be so much better if we didn't have to ration it. I mean...I get that dragons can't always be controlled but...now we have even less meat." is he pouting? He sighs and sips his klah again, eyes going to the buffet table to be sure it still has enough food. There's a deepening expression of amusement that curls Laine's lips when she meets Tomic's look, and an appreciative chuckle for Faryn's comment--but then the tanner brightens, visibly, as they offer Solutions. "Oh, shells, of course. I've been an idiot. That's brilliant." Her chair thumps forward, bringing all four legs back on the ground, and Laine pushes away from the table. When she stands, she collects her mug and plate. Whether she's aiming to head directly out to drag those carcasses off--or, more likely, just bring it to someone's attention--isn't clear, but the tanner apprentice is on a mission. She goes. Azaylia leaves Faryn to answer Tomic on that, even she tries to fight the impish curl of her lips. Ahem. "There should be some usable hides left," Though there's a light grimace as she's reminded, "Lythronath is chasing. If he's had a beast, you might not be able to salvage much." Hopefully Faryn has a strong stomach. There's a smile for Laine, and her hasty retreat, "Have a good evening, dear." While the goldrider's own plate is now empty, she seems content with lingering for a bit. "Rationing is hard," She sympathizes with Sky, "But it isn't the first time we've had to, and I can't imagine it'll last forever." Her gaze shifts to Faryn, and her smile brightens, "Yes, thank you. I'd appreciate a written report, as well." Tomic is more interested for a second there - a second that ends, with Faryn staring at him like that, with blushing and looking away and cleaning off his plate (not that there was much left). Laine is a convenient subject change: "She gone to get one now?" It's said with grins to Schuyler and Azaylia first; the herder gets a fleeting one, last, 'cause of reasons. "Sure do miss roast beast," is all he has for the rationing conversation. Even as he grabs his plate and stands. But this time he remembers to excuse himself with, "Weyrwoman." Faryn watches Tomic go, her small smile unrepentant. He came to the weyr, after all; he can deal with a little bit of silly flirting. Do women do that indeed! Either she's been eating quickly, or she didn't have as much food as it initially seemed. She's still got some vegetables, but not enough to salvage, and she has a task now, too. "Yes, ma'am," Faryn says, the formality not as smooth as it could be. "I should probably check before anything gets to the blooded beasts, anyways; it can't be a total waste." She scoots her chair out with a nod to excuse herself, dumping her plate and mug both on her way out the door. Schuyler finishes off his mug of klah. "And I need to get back to the kitchens so we can refill the table again. Seems like dragons aren't the only ones who are hungry tonight." he smiles a bit. "And I have a care package to attend to." with a wink he's off, weaving his way back to the kitchens. "Tomic." Azaylia offers as a farewell, having picked up his name from the introductions beforehand. One by one, her company leaves her, all off to tend to their duties. Faryn is given a soft nod, "I hope it's not too bad, out there." And Sky coaxes a soft laugh, "Do let me know how that goes? Alida can be a curious creature." One she's fond of, at least. As a new group of folk arrive to take advantage of the empty seats, the Weyrwoman politely excuses herself in order to collect her dark cloak before she heads out into the rain. |
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Alida (03:31, 1 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
And, once more, Alida is in trouble. She can blame Ilicaeth, this time, though! ^^
Sky (20:46, 1 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
For those curious, Sky did, in fact, send Alida a care package after this....
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