Logs:Magic bladder balls
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| RL Date: 5 April, 2015 |
| Who: Ghena, Keysi, Leova, Faryn, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Someone brings magic bladder balls for stress relief. |
| When: 11D 6M 37T I10, summer night |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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>---< Trapped Hallway, High Reaches Weyr >-----------------------------------< Another hallway. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Ghena F 19 5'10" coltish, brown hair, hazel eyes 0s Keysi F 17 5'7" athletic, brown hair, blue eyes 4m Leova F 44 5'5" hourglass, rusty hair, amber eyes 43s >-----------------------------------------< 11D 6M 37T I10, summer night >---<
Ghena has been her usual grumpy self for the last hour, which is to say, either sleeping or stuffing her face. "I think... I am going to die of boredom." She announces to the world. "It won't be the injuries that do it, but the mind numbing, soul sucking boredom." "Can have my injuries," Leova mutters from her blanket-hideout. She tugs at the edge of the wrapping, a habitual fidget like messing with a hangnail. Sleeping. Fitfully, perhaps even slightly feverishly. If the healer isn't staring silently into the darkness, she's asleep. Keysi, the non-stop workaholic who picks up extra shifts for the infirmary just because there's extra time between her workout and breakfast. The boredom has her too. As the riders' voices break the silence, the girl stirs slowly, only opening her eyes to the dim lit room that she's quite used to by now. She may explode into fire upon seeing the sun again. "Play a game." The dry voice suggests lowly. From the outside, Save for that wooden bracing, and additional glows, when Laine returns on the fifth day, little has changed on the 'outside' of the cave-in. She lingers at the blueprints posted, scanning them with interested grey eyes, but she doesn't seem particularly enlightened when she approaches the hole in the rubble. "Hey. Hey?" She pitches her voice to carry through the darkness. "Is anyone there?" "No." Leova can answer two people at once. Ghena snorts at Leova's suggestion. "I am not a masochist." She sighs, then, hazel eyes shifting in the direction of the healer apprentice. "Would love to, anyone send down a decent deck of cards... or I know someone go get a collection of K'zin's drawings." She is probably joking. "Your conscience," In opposition to Leova's no. "That kid you picked on when you were little is going to get back at you one of these days." Ghena might be delirious, and sarcastic. From the outside, Faryn has arrived. From the outside, Laine can hear voices, if she strains, and that seems answer enough. She rummages in her pockets and produces a handful of... something. Several somethings. Cupping one hand around her mouth, she offers a warning, ("incoming!") before she gently begins to lob the somethings, one by one, into the hole. Hopefully they'll bounce, and roll through the cavity, and land on the other side. On inspection (if they make it that far), it appears to be a half-dozen small, round balls; some filled with nothing but air, some with water, and some with a malleable powder that might be sand. "You've enough with your leg." Keysi also adds. She's not in the best of moods- and with the days dragging on and the darkness to hide most of her responses, she's been less... careful. Her tone is even still, but she's sharp with her words. Slow to respond to the call from above, at least she does. "'ey." She's at least able to be a bit louder. Loud enough to conversate with the 'other side'. But as soon as she speaks, she's instinctively pulling away as something comes bouncing down the hole. She isn't inspired enough to investigate. "Drawings?" Leova's terse, if not so much with the sarcasm. Delirium, perhaps. And then... somethings. Falling somethings. Followed by expletives. From the outside, If most of what Laine can hear through that breach in the wall is muffled mumbling, she does catch an expletive. Or three. She's quick to follow that up with a, "sorry!", even if she doesn't look particularly apologetic. Good thing they can't see her. Or even know who she is. "They're for squeezing!" Or, you know. Whatever. From the outside, From around the corner, Faryn's appearance is just too late to see Laine toss anything through the wall. She's got nothing in hand, looks a bit awkward to be there in fact, and seems more than a little relieved to see someone else already present. Someone she knows, even. Or maybe that's not good, when she catches the tail end of Laine's apology and wants to know, stopping dead in her tracks with concern, "What's for squeezing?" Ghena coughs a little. "Well I mean, you might as well have something to look at." She murmurs, before bouncing things for squeezing come through the hole. "Toss me one of those?" The bluerider asks of the person nearest the hole. "And squeezing these will save us from boredom?" Ghena asks only halfway sarcastically. Keysi mumbles something, but pushes herself upright slowly. She reaches for one of the.. objects and pulls it back towards her. Studying it in her wrapped palms, she narrows her eyes, has the slightest of a shrug to give, then does her best to roll it towards Ghena. Which is sad. A very sad roll that makes it maybe halfway. "For squeezing?" She reiterates. "Whose up there?" She finally asks. Make the culprit come to light. "Squeezing?" Leova's not quite clear on that either, though she does awkwardly try to get back onto her knees enough to track down a ball or two. "Something to look at? Ghena. No, Vrianth. We're fine." From the outside, Laine turns to address Faryn before she responds to any more queries from the hole. "Made some little," the candidate holds her hand, palm up, and mimes squeezing something stiff, "Balls. For, you know. Stress relief." She looks a little uncertainly at the wall of rubble and stone, then back at Faryn with her brows knitting, uneasy. "I just want to help. I don't know how. It's Faryn!" That's for the hole, low and strong. Beat; then, "and Laine!" From the outside, "Stress relief," responds Faryn blandly. What might pass for sympathy crosses the herder's face, though she is unlikely to say anything abut how ineffective that might be at this particular point in time. Faryn gives a frown at the hole in the wall, obligated to speak now that she's been announced. Nothing much comes, immediately, but eventually she does say, "I just came to see if there was anything I could do. But it seems you might have stress relief covered?" Keysi collects her own squeezy ball and sits back against the rocky wall. She toys with it between her fingers, but doesn't squeeze it to save her fingers. But it is something. Something to pass back and forth between her dusty palms. A toy. It's surprisingly entertaining, and the healer finds herself silent in her spot, staring at with her intense grey eyes like a feline with a yarn ball. Moments. Many moments pass before she answers the name call. "How is everything in the light?" Everyone always asks them these silly questions. Ghena scoots over to the rolled ball. More of a scuttle really. "How is Vrianth handling things?" She gives the item a reflexive squeeze. "Balls for stress... delivered from an unknown voice in the light. I feel like I'm in one of those abstract poems the harper apprentices toss about." She coughs a laugh then. "What do you think Keysi, is your stress . . . relieved?" By now, Leova's come up with a pair of them, one for each hand. She lifts one. Smells it. Wrinkles her nose, maybe out of reflex more than real distaste: it's just leather. "Not so thrilled, still. Cadejoth's helped. Arekoth. Getting out, that'll help more." Beat. "We supposed to throw these at each other or something?" From the outside, Laine notes that expression of Faryn's and winces, self-conscious, crossing her arms over her chest, but not before she produces just one more of those taut balls and lightly tosses it to Faryn. "Just wanted to do something. You know? They're actually pig's bladders." Maybe she says that a little too late, because unless Faryn let it fall, she's probably caught it by now. "Washed, of course." The tanner shakes her head and paces a few steps, then back. "It was a stupid idea. Sorry!" That last was for the people inside. "I should go," she tells Faryn. And she does. From the outside, Laine has left. Coincidence: "Back later." And Leova will be. Where else, after all, is she going to go? Ghena blinks "And here I was going to ask if throwing things at me made people feel better." The bluerider scuffs. From the outside, "Bright. Insufferably so." That's for Keysi's question, almost an aside before Laine is suddenly turning to leave. There's immediate regret from Faryn, who grimaces at her own insensitivity even as she catches what is professed to be a bladder. Laine's already leaving though, so she opens her mouth to say, "I just meant -" but not finish the sentence much beyond that, unless she wants to explain to the back of the tanner's head. She sighs, turns around to the wall again, and this wasn't supposed to happen because now she's alone, and awkward. "Do you have one that's filled with sand?" is her question for those stuck inside. "Because I think that might actually hurt." "Thank you, oh voice in the light." Ghena calls. "Throw? I think we have enough bruises." The healer answers Leova, though in any other circumstance.... Keys studies her ball. Her ball. To 'have' something seems to be a suddenly new prospect all together. "I know we've been given the necessities, but I never thought to ask for something ... else." Is admitted to the rider, but loud enough for Faryn to hear as well. "Sand?" She rolls the object into one palm, 'measuring' its weight. "I guess that's what it is. I haven't stabbed one yet." Her ball. From the outside, Faryn has to strain to hear Keysi's first words, and she frowns. "Maybe it just didn't seem important, in the scheme," she offers. "Did...you want anything else? Are the balls enough?" Maybe, at the very least, Faryn can go back and tell Laine that the balls did help relieve stress in there. At the very least, the one Laine tossed her is working, if her unconscious kneading of it is any indication. Ghena says, "You kidding?" Ghena asks, frowning. "This is probably the only time where you might actually get anything you ask for." Opportunist, why yes. Yes she is. "Tell Alida and Ilicaeth thank you for me. Oh and if you see G'laer anywhere. Anywhere at all. Punch him in the arm. If you dare."" "Faryn?" Keysi just clarifies, only because the two of them were there before and the hole muffles voices so well. "I don't know what to ask for. We all only want one thing, really-" She lets that trail off as Ghena takes her opportunities as they come. Meanwhile she's using her foot to slide herself a second ball. She will have two. "Why are you distance-punching him?" There's amusement lacing her question as she rolls the balls back and forth between her palms. From the outside, "Yeah, it's me. Laine had to go, I guess." There's a short bark of laughter, for Ghena's request. "Thanks for Alida, punches for G'laer. Don't worry, I punch hard and I'm quick. Just so long as he knows it's from you." Personal safety, liability, all that has a role to play, apparently. The laughter leaves her voice. "I can't do anything about that," Faryn says, apologetic, "but they're working. They're constantly working." Notably, she says nothing of progress. Her eyes are too untrained to tell; the only sign of progress is getting them out, anyways. Ghena grins to the Healer. "You are kidding, right? How often do I have a giant collapsed hallway between my brother and me? I can get away with it. Sorta." She winces again, the pain breaking through the humor only briefly. Holding up the balls in front of her chest. "Thanks... Faryn?" She tries out the name. "Oh, Laine... I think I've met her." Or kidnapped her and a certain smith. "That's a fair judgement call." Keysi answers with more ease than their earlier conversation, her tension and moodiness eased. Magic bladder balls. "You are good with opportunities." She notes, motioning idly with a ball. The candidate then tilts her head back to let her voice carry easier to Faryn, messy hair growing ever-messier if that's even possible as it's pressed against rock. "What was your day like? Tell us about the sun." And things. Those things out there. From the outside, Maybe it's good, to keep that desire for the light and living up. Faryn hesitates for a moment, considering. "It was beautiful, actually. So, K'zin showed me this field outside of the weyr, it's a little meadow. I've been going because it's a nice ride. There're these blossoms there now, enough to make it look like someone's spilled a bunch of candies in the grass. Reds and blues and yellows. And a creek from the snowmelt, and the light is so bright it hurts if you look at the wrong angle at the stream." She considers. "When you get out of there, I can show you where it is. It's nice." "With more siblings than you can actually count on two hands? You gotta be." Ghena chimes in, falling quiet as Faryn starts talking about meadows and sunshine. Hazel eyes closing as she listens, before she collects a few more of those balls to hold in her lap, finding one that is particularly bouncy to pelt against one of the solid walls, having the thing bounce back and catch it. "What do you know, that kid had a really helpful idea." "I've never flown." Keysi admits, "Anywhere you could name on runnerback," Within reason, "but never flown. I would like to see that- all of that. Did K'zin cause more trouble?" Gaze falls to Ghena, though winds up tracking the ball as it bounces back.. more to make sure it doesn't come back at her instead, "Did you grow up here?" From the outside, "We got there by runner. And he gave me this knot, so, yeah, probably trouble." Her joke feels odd, lame, but she hears the bladder slap the wall in the enclosure, and she tilts her head to listen. Ghena's comment earns a smile, at least. "I'll make sure Laine knows. Maybe she can bring more, or something like it. She's always making neat little things." It seems that's all she's got though. "Sorry, I have to go." She examines the ball in her hand, then says, "One more coming down. Be careful not to break your bladders." She's lucky they can't see her face when she says it. It sounds ridiculous. Either way, she tosses that last stress ball through the hole, lobbing it just hard enough to hopefully ensure it makes it to those inside. She shares a word with the posted journeyman, then she her footsteps are departing From the outside, Faryn has left. "Careful the wrong rider hears you and you could wind up kidnapped." Ghena offers mildly, bouncing the ball off of the cavern wall and catching it, she's using her left hand to do it of course. "Yeah, my whole life." But then the other voice is leaving and Ghena is feeling her injuries again more intensely. She falls quiet then, getting comfortable. Or as comfortable as one might be. She's not going to be saying anything else for a while. Keysi isn't far behind her as she slips out of conversation. The ques from her cohorts are easier to take.. now at day 6. The healer sets the playthings in her lap, watching them curiously as if they may do something. And letting the heavy quiet settle again. |
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