Logs:Kitteh Playdate
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| RL Date: 31 December, 2014 |
| Who: Lycinea, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The kittehs have a playdate while their people chat. |
| Where: Ready for Roommates Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 9, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Kristaeva/Mentions, Moriyah/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions, X'vae/Mentions, Zalmai/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. Altchatter. Some adult (possibly trigger) mentions. |
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>---< Ready for Roommates Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >------------------<
Inside, though, the humans are in for a surprise. A long rift in the stone
makes for a narrow living room with rough walls, the furniture spartan and
homemade from, seemingly, whatever materials could be snagged in a pinch
(barrels, planks, etc.). There are stools rather than chairs, a couch that
has seen better days (but might be just the right amount of broken in) and
a trio of mis-matched beanbag chairs (one of which must have a hole
somewhere) in front of the hearth. But the far side--that's the real
treasure here. Four separate rooms have been carved out of the stone, two
small ones a step up from the living room, one slightly larger one above
them, and a tiny little alcove above that. They're all lacking a front
wall, leaving them open to the room below. Of the two on the bottom, the
one directly under all the rest has a twin bed, a nightstand above it, a
small rug beside it, and a press at its foot. The one less under the rest
is full of a bed; it's just about the only thing that fits in the room.
The larger one above has dressers that don't match and a round table and
chairs that look perfect for poker (or work). The highest one has yet to
be populated by anything other than being storage space for as yet packed
items.
A set of stone stairs leads up to the upper room, while sturdy handholds
have been carved up from it to the alcove. All in all, it's a great find
for a rider with a family or maybe even just a group of good friends. The little grey and white ball of fluff has grown in its time with Lya, but not so much that the new (old) playmate isn't readily accepted. Lya's been pretty quiet since arriving on the ledge, begging it off as queasiness from the ride up, but now, settled in a beanbag chair and watching the kittens tussle in front of the fire, she sighs. "Heard your roommate left." It's somewhere to start. "Nice having the place to yourself?" Z'riah is settled to one side of the rug in front of the hearth with the kittens, sometimes serving as impromptu mountain to be claimed while they play with each other. He's been pretty quiet himself, maybe noticeably down. Or if it wasn't noticeable before, it probably will be in short order. "No," is his simple, subdued reply. Lya looks at him from her beanbag chair and then the soft 'shh' of the beads moving within herald her sliding down onto the ground and crawling the short distance over to Z'riah, sitting next to him, cross-legged on the floor. She reaches out a hand to stroke one of the passing kittens before letting her fingers find each other in her lap. Her look to the greenrider is possibly a reflection of his own. "Want to talk about it? Or should I distract you?" "There's nothing to talk about," he lies. He's not even a very good liar right now. But her other suggestion makes Z'riah look at her with an arched brow. "How exactly would you distract me, Lya?" With the implication being he knows perfectly well she's not into his usual methods of distraction. Surely guys sometimes think about things other than that. "I can drone on about my problems, obviously." Lya rolls her eyes as she says it. "Do me a favor and only lie when you're going to be halfway decent at it. Otherwise, I think I'm sort of obligated as your friend to pursue the topic." She shifts a little so her elbows can rest on her knees and then her chin can comfortably settle in her hands to look at him in silent expectation. "Feel free to drone on all you like," offers Z'riah, reaching out to scoop up his little black kitten long enough to press it to his face for a comforting (for him) kiss. The kitten squirms, unimpressed, until the greenrider puts him back down with a very small hint of a smile. "So my turnday this turn was the day of the storm." She starts, the tone sounding a bit like she expects him to change his mind about not talking himself, "And it was sort of a step up in that something actually happened on it, but then again a lot of people died, so pretty much as solid step down." Lya eyes him. Shall she go on? "That was your turnday? Sounds rough." Z'riah even sounds like he means it. But there must be more since she's eyeing him, so the greenrider looks at her expectantly to continue. "Yeah," Lya sighs. "So I asked this guy who's supposed to be my friend to take me to a beach so we could try to, you know, have a fun day and maybe get away from all this crap that keeps happening here," with the death and the dying. "And then he didn't want to, so I said forget it, but then he did anyway, and my friend Tela convinced me that it was sort of my duty to womankind to encourage him to do something nice and selfless that he didn't want to do because he's really very bad at social anything and so I did and it sucked, so my bronzerider friend sort of offered to take me and I thought we'd have a good time of it because we're friends and then he was all, 'Kiss me,' and I was all 'friends don't kiss' and he was all mad, and left and I followed him and I tripped and I hurt my knee, and then after I got bandaged up back here, I went up to his weyr and ..." She stops because, what the hell was she thinking. She sighs. "It's sort of rude to try to convince a girl who doesn't want to kiss you to kiss you and then to not kiss her if she turns out to decide to let you, don't you think?" She finally asks of Z'riah with a heavy sigh. Woes of teenagerness. Woes. Z'riah listens. He really does. But by the time Lya's done talking, he just looks... confused. Both about what's happened and if he's supposed to say anything or not. Or maybe what he would say if he's supposed to. He decides, "Your one friend sounds kind of lame. The other... I'm not sure that sounds like something you should be doing. Visiting his weyr like that. Alone. Bronzeriders have a reputation for a reason." Much like Z'riah himself embodies the stereotype of a greenrider. "Yeah, I know." Lya sighs. "I'm not going to anymore anyway. He was such a jerk. I just wanted a good sharding trip to a beach. I'm just done with all that. I'm going to sit around and entertain myself by being a pain in the ass to the people I've known most of my life." It sounds like fun, right? She shifts so she can flop down on her belly along side Z'riah, her head going onto folded arms. "Your friend sounds lame for ditching you too. After you came here for him." She adds this as if it might help somehow. "I'm sure you can have a good trip to the beach if you go with the right people." He doesn't make it clear whether or not he considers himself one of said people. But her last comments make him frown. "His mom is sick or something." Which means he can't even be that pissed off at him. "Should be temporary." Theoretically. "Should be?" Lya lifts her brows at him, though it's hard to say if that's curiosity or dubiousness. "Does he like his mom?" She asks, definitely dubious now, as if she might have trouble imagining liking a mother. "He kind of likes everyone. Almost everyone." Even the nicest guys have their less liked people. "I like my mom," Z'riah adds, though, like he doesn't really understand the question. "I'm more worried about his ex. If she gets her claws back in him again, I might just wash my hands of him entirely." This is also a lie, but one he likes to tell himself. "Is she a bitch?" This seems to be the critical point as to whether or not the ex should be a 'washing hands'able offense. Lya adds after a moment, "My mom died," and a quick shrug. "I didn't know her." Did they make a rule about lying? At least Lya does it convincingly. It might be true, for all she knows. "The biggest bitch. I hate her. And she's horrible to him but he's too stupid to see it." Stupid. In love. Same difference. He's done his share of stupid crap for love! Z'riah frowns at the story of Lya's mom, but he must just take her at face value because he says, "I'm sorry. My father acts like I don't exist. You might be better off."' "I don't have one of those either," Lya shrugs. At least this time it's not a lie. Her shoulders shrug. "There's a healer who's nice to me, but he's nice to everyone. Then there's the asshole bronzerider. There's Farideh," who noticeably gets no description, "and there's Tela who's a little bit like what I imagine a big sister might be like, or a cousin you really really like," so she probably fantasizes sometimes. "But that's really it. And Zalmai. But I don't think he really counts anymore, though he does still write me at turnover." She shrugs. "I don't have a lot of people in my life." She adds this as sort of a summation. "I don't know if I'm better off or not. It's just the way it is." "I think being nice is part of what they look for in healers. The one I know is pretty nice, too. Though the other one is kind of a dick, I take it." Z'riah listens to the rest like he's actually curious about what she's saying. And he probably is. His weyr is a little lonely now. You're pretty, Yizi, but not the greatest conversationalist. "Farideh hates me, I think. But it's so easy to fuck with her. X'vae was really my only constant. Anyway, you have me now, yeah?" There's a dimpled grin to go along with it. How could she say no to this face! "Not all healers are nice," Lya says decisively and with heat, her cheeks flaring into an embarrassed flush. Z'riah's good at finding buttons, even when he doesn't mean to. Then she rolls her head so her face is against her arms. "He's a dick," she agrees, "a rich one though, and he's not always awful. I guess maybe I was just stupid to believe that we really couldn't be just friends." She lifts her head to look at Z'riah a moment. She licks her lips briefly and then looks down at her arms again, the blush having died down a bit. "Yeah, but do you have to fuck with Farideh? It seems like everyone I make friends with is either fucking with her or fucking with her," because she has two, and maybe Tela hasn't met her yet. Her brow puckers and she seems to have to give that some thought. Then, "She's not a bad person," which is how Lya defends all her so called friends. "And it would be so much easier," for Lya, "if you two could just get along." "It's hard for some guys to just be friends with women. And I don't mean they aren't idiots, they just aren't good at thinking about anyone but themselves." Z'riah will just let the healer comment pass entirely. "Or with anything but their dicks. But it can make them fun to mess with." For him, anyway. He probably wouldn't recommend that Lya do the same, but he probably doesn't figure he has to point that out since she's the way she is anyway. "I haven't messed with her lately. I tried hooking her up with Xev once, but I think that's it." "I think if I messed with him much, I'd just get raped," Lya says it coolly, but she's staring pretty hard at her arms. Her lips purse and now she's brooding, well and truly brooding. "Fuck. I hate all this." Her head bonks back down onto her arms and she heaves a great big sigh. "Why couldn't I have just stayed a little when things were sucky but uncomplicated?" Now that they're sucky and complicated, it's clearly too much. Z'riah moves a hand to touch Lya's shoulder, squeezing gently if she lets it stay there, trying to be comforting. "Be careful, yeah? I don't want to have to lose my shit on someone, but I will if I have to." And he probably doesn't want to because he knows he's more likely to get his ass handed to him than anything else. And not in the way he'd usually like. "Sorry to break it to you, but it stays pretty complicated from here on out." "Thanks, but I can take care of myself," even if that means making bad decisions and just ending up living with the consequences. Lya shifts to sit up again reaching for her sleeping fuzzball. "Does anything make it better? The complicated, I mean?" His hand shifts away and he nods as he says, "I know you can. Just doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt." Z'riah has to consider her other question a little more carefully. But then he shrugs and offers, "Not really. Sometimes it happens before you even realize it. Other times your only option is to hole away and avoid everyone. But that's not fun. I can't do that. So you learn to deal with it." "Thanks," Lya says after a moment, and then looks at him in silence for a pair of breaths. "Do you know, for all that you told me you're an asshole, I think you might actually be my nicest friend? Maybe Xev is rubbing off on you." Her voice holds a gentle tease. "Well, except maybe Tela. She's really nice to me too. But it's different." Possibly because Tela's a girl. Or maybe because Lya wouldn't have a trace of a blush having said this to Tela. "Dealing with it sounds awful," who wants to deal with things? Not Lya. She strokes the sleepy kitten now in her lap. "I suppose when she starts to get bigger, she'll have to go live in the stables with the rest of the felines." She looks down at the furball and sighs wistfully. "Maybe I just think you have enough assholes in your life already. I promise I can be one. But you remind me of someone. And it was hard to be an ass to her, too." Z'riah, the sap. "You don't think they'll let you keep her in the dorms? Maybe everyone will love her and won't want to kick her out to the stables." "She's not really mine," Lya says with a wistful look down at the kitten. "She's really Tomic's. I just borrow her sometimes." Kitty time-share. "I do like her, but that sailor did have a point. They're not meant to be kept for pets. Not like firelizards or dragons." Dragons are totally just overgrown housecats. "You can keep anything as a pet. Even people, sometimes. Dragons aren't very good pets, though. It's not like you can just hand them off to someone else when you get tired of them. They're with you forever." Z'riah eyes his own kitten, who's curled up near the hearth now that they've tuckered themselves out. "Not that I'd want to give Yizi away even if I could." "What's she like?" Lya poses the question quietly, as if aware more in this moment, of the somnolent kittens while she continues to rhythmically pet the snoozer in her lap. "She's..." Z'riah considers. "She's sweet. Like laying in the sun on a beautiful day. Well-meaning, but not the brightest star in the sky, I suppose. Kind of sensitive. Typical woman." The last is only teasingly baiting. "You should be so lucky," Lya rolls her eyes at him, teasing, even if the baiting was meant for his dragon. A smile springs to life on Lya's lips and lingers there. "Do you like gossip?" She queries after a few moments have passed, a change to a lighter topic, now that they've dispensed with the necessary drama. Z'riah grins at Lya. He seems to know that he's lucky, whether she's being serious or not about that. "Of course I like gossip. Who doesn't?" "Weirdos," says the weirdo, but at least this weirdo works in the kitchen and knows the value of what she overhears. In this instance, however, she is free with her wealth of rumors, helping to fill the rest of the hour with inconsequential tidbits that can help keep both of them distracted. |
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