Logs:Later Plans
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| RL Date: 19 June, 2016 |
| Who: Silva, Edyis, Akluseth, Zaisyreth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Silva's got to get caught up on work, but that doesn't mean that Silva can't get bad ideas from Edyis. |
| Where: HRW: Rider's Lounge |
| When: Day 21, Month 1, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
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| Life's all fun and games until it comes to actually getting work done. And alas, Silva's behind. A reprimeand for being late a //few// too many times, and then straight up not having her work done has parked the young woman in the lounge tonight to try to dig herself out of that particular hole. She's dressed up like she's planning on going out later, her green dress striking and her hair done up in braids and beads. A wine cup sits not too far away, as Silva gets a jump on her later plans while also scratching out a report. Though her days of bar tending are somewhat behind her, the Snowdrift brownrider is hardly a rare sight in either of the Reaches' two drinking establishments. She had been quietly studying the mural at the back, mug in hand. At least until the scratching of report writing catches her ears and Edyis turns to study the source with an amused, if not nostalgic smile. Light steps bear her over to the bluerider, "You know, doing paper work in a bar... Some might say that defeats the purpose of both activities." Silva finishes the word she'd been writing before glancing upwards at Edyis. The end of her writing utensil gets tapped against the wood of the table and Silva lets out an elegant shrug for the comment. "The point of this bar is to be closer to where I have to drop this off before I blow off." Her free hand reaches for the cup and she downs the contents before eyeing it. Probably too early for this, but Silva's affecting a stance of don't-care. Mirth settles into Edyis' expression as she hooks the chair and settles herself into it. "Found the flow to wing life then I take it?" Eying the report thoughtfully, before lifting her mug once more, studying the girl over the rim. "Sounds like you have plans?" A question without really being a question. "It's work, I have to do it, or live with the consequences." Not what Silva wants to deal with as she tries something new with her life. She raises her glass up and shakes it at the bartender. More please? Yes, it is too early, go jump off a cliff kthanks. Her eyes fall down and focus on Edyis again. "Maybe." A short enough answer, "Why?" "Mmm," Is the brownrider's ambiguous answer for consequences, though her brows lift faintly as she notes the exchange between rider and bartender. "Must be some rough consequences to have you gulping down cheap wine without a meal to go with it this early in the day." The observation is dispassionate, and without judgment though not without a touch of curiosity. "No reason, just curious I suspect." The brownrider offers in explanation of her own motivation in asking questions. "Last minute report, or something interesting going on in the world these days. It's felt far too quiet of late." "It does what I need it to do," comes Silva's terse reply about the quality of the liquor she's drinking. She brushes a braid behind behind an ear and focuses all of her attention on the brownrider in front of her. "I really don't care - but I've been told to write it down, so I'm writing it." Flicking a page back Silva reads aloud what she's written, "More snow then expected and it is wet." Serious care she's giving to this report. One hand props Edyis' chin as the terse reply is shot off, looking at Silva as though she's a little puzzle box or something of that nature. "What is it you need the wine to do?" The flippant attitude to the report earns a faint furrow of the brow. "Then what do you care about Silva?" The brownrider pulling the name from some dusty recess of her memory. "If I may ask." "I'm going out, and I want to be loose, pass inspection?" The answer carries all of Silva's attitude before she closes her eyes, counts to a solid three, then opens them again. "That was wrong." Her tone is more polite, though stiffer, and decidedly artificial. "I just want to get this done, and get out. The amount of snow on the ground is completely irrelevant until someone else decides it isn't." Edyis does try, she really does not to laugh at the immediate response from the younger blue rider. Still a smile creeps in at the edges of her mouth which she is quick to hide with her mug. The artificial answer gets a polite nod in kind. "It isn't irrelevant. Though I guess I can understand how it might feel that way." The former scribe waves over for a refill of her mug. "Snow means melt when the weather is warmer. It could potentially mean higher incidences of flooding in the spring or avalanches now. Things that may affect tithes or even the situations the weyr is called on to assist with." Not that the reasoning might matter at all to the younger bluerider. "Not that I don't understand a case of... should we call it cabin fever?" Or the need to get laid so to speak. That attempt to not laugh only has Silva's back straightening, the artifical politeness only becoming more icy. "Again, it doesn't impact //me//, or Zaisyreth, unless someone decides it will. So I write it down. Hand it in. That's where my job ends." When Edyis' cup gets filled Silva's does also, and the young woman is quick to reach for it and take a drink. "I just have plans." "No I suppose you wouldn't see the connections." The brownrider chuckles, "I'm sorry just, the choice of words. If you need wine to feel... loose, your doing it wrong." She shrugs, "Not that I'm against the enjoyment of various spirits for their own sakes." But there's a flutter, "Does he or she make you that nervous?" Dead silence meets Edyis' words as Silva stares her down. Carefully, oh so carefully, Silva licks her lips. "I am not quite sure what you are talking about." Edyis can't help it. The warm rush of laughter bubbles up beyond what the brownrider can contain. "Loose... tends to have various connotations attached to the word, I can see now that's not quite what you meant." Edyis is laughing, but Silva is most assuredly not. "I don't really car... No." She shuts her lips and breathes deeply. Eyes flick closed so she can put a stamp on the sass about to fall out. "I'm going out, I'm going to enjoy myself, and it's none of your business what I'm going to do unless you have advice on where I can go." There are tears, tears forming just at the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just... really misunderstood." Still chuckling at her own blunder. "You aren't in my wing, I don't rely on your reports. That's your wing leader and second's business." Still trying to catch her breath between laughs. "As to where to go, that entirely depends on what your idea of fun is." No, the problem is that Edyis is understanding, at least a little, but Silva's still settling into that herself. "Somewhere it doesn't matter who I am." There's a hint of wistfulness in her tone. Perhaps it's the wistfulness, as much as the phrasing that has ink dark eyes refocusing on the bluerider, as though seeing her for the first time. "Why do you want that not to matter?" Edyis asks after a few minutes, her voice more delicate with the question, something akin to concern seeping in at the edges of her expression. Steel this time, as Silva gathers herself back up and gives a stern mental talking to - much to the chagrin of a particular blue in the back of her mind. "Do you know a place or not?" It sidesteps Edyis' question rather than answering and giving up more than she already has. "I know of several, but as to which, well - that depends on the why." The brownrider intones softly, settling back into her chair with a pensive expression. "If you - if you just want to be someone other than yourself for a while, or you want a place where you can be yourself and no one you know from here will be, it's different than if you just want to go someplace to numb yourself, or even punish yourself." Steel met with softness, The Snowdrift rider watching Silva all the while. "How about all of them, and I'll just choose from there?" Clearly, Silva's plans aren't as set in stone as her words earlier set themselves. She's making zero pretense of working on her report anymore, but instead has developed a keen interest in the wine in her cup. Deep and restless, warm ocean currents reach out to the edges of thought. « Ed want's me to share a visual with you. Though she seems worried about the state of yours' mind. » The brown's watery tenor drifts like silver fish on the tide. (To Zaisyreth from Akluseth) Ed is quiet for some time, the answer clearly not putting her much at ease. Still, she isn't entirely against giving out the information since she does offer, "Friend of mine, her mom runs an Istan bar, not far from some great places to grab a meal. Good place to let go, and not be judged too harshly for it." To Akluseth, Zaisyreth Dark clouds over troubled waves of grass reach out to touch the mind of the brown. « I will take it as yours give, and give it to Silva. » He doesn't betray his rider's trust with more information then it is his place to share at the moment. He will say, though perhaps with less reassurance then the words could give, « She knows her own mind. » "Alright, any others?" Silva, clearly not too interested in asking too many questions that might give away her particular intentions. "Anywhere else?" The image of a beach with black glittering sands and tropical plants settles into lovely blue green waters. Ista to be certain. « Girls are complicated. » Perhaps it's meant to be reassuring or perhaps it's meant in brotherly solidarity. (To Zaisyreth from Akluseth) Edyis exhales a little, thoughtful. "There's the Lava Lounge but it's the kind of place you have to have someone show you to remember how to get there. Great drinks, but they tend to frown on overly rowdy crowds, if I remember right." Silva shakes her head on that one, "Not that one then." Just a little more slipping about what Silva might actually be looking for in her 'plans'. To Akluseth, Zaisyreth Wooden chimes beating in the brush of dry wind across the swaying grasses signal agreement, if resignation. Things be what they be. A deep sigh at Silva's answer, brow furrowing faintly. "There's another place I go, but I wouldn't recommend using your real name there. Or letting go of yourself so much that you or your lifemate can't scent trouble when it heads your way." More than intended slipping into the confession. "If you can at least hold your own in a brawl, and aren't particular about the kind of person that might invite you into a dark corner there..." Still there's reluctance and concern. A perk in Silva's expression, though she'll stay quiet on the question on if she can hold her own in a brawl. (She's not exactly the strength and skill kind of person. Someone... probably? forced some self defense on her? Maybe?) "Where is that?" Totally trying to treat that particular location as nonchalant as the first consideration Eyis offered up. Edyis is reluctant, but given the speed with which Akluseth sends the image of a seaside southern bar and a place to land out of sight, she may actually understand. "Just don't go alone." Ed's warning comes, "Not really the sort of place most girls enjoy, and certainly not a place most civilized folks would walk into." Which might suggest a familiarity with the place that is less than healthy. "I'll keep that in mind." Silva glances down at the paper in front of her and lets out a small sigh. Yes, she needs to finish that too. A drink of wine before Silva sets it down and reaches to scrawl another word on her report. This is probably not the grandest thing ever written or read. But it'll be done? Purposefully she makes no promises or statements she fully does not intend to keep. Edyis sighs, possibly regretting the decision, but there's duties of her own to see to. "Just... don't try too hard to be something you aren't, It never works out in the end." From personal experience, or just vauge advice it's difficult to tell since that seems to be the brownrider's farewell. Silva lifts her eyes up at the farewell sound in the brownrider's voice. "Thanks." It sounds sincere enough, but then she really DOES have to finish this stupid thing before she can go do REALLY stupid things. |
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Jocelyn (15:54, 21 June 2016 (PDT)) said...
Oh no. XD
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