Logs:Making Sense
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| RL Date: 15 May, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Z'ian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After having another bombshell dropped on him, Z'ian turns up at Jo's. He's only a little drunk. |
| Where: Jo's Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Happens directly after Logs:Cold_and_Glittery |
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| Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr With the rock being a burnished grey, the inner portion of the weyr appears almost cavernous when it's not. Past the heavy deep blue drapery that separates weyr from ledge, the sunken floor looks polished smooth, as if it has been blown like glass. Few cracks marr its surface, giving it a nice contrast to the slightly rocky walls. The backmost wall has niches carved deeply into them, giving way to empty shelves and holders. Whatever's left belongs to the very large map that depicts in sheer detail the whole area and mountains of the High Reaches, including its holds, crafts, and the position of the Weyr. The leftmost wall is riddled with hollowed-out crates turned sideways, giving the impression of a vintner's wall of wine. Very little of the bottles can be seen, giving the area a very desolate feel. A light-weight, deep brown desk takes up space before the large map with a stack of blank hides, writing stylus and a glow basket to top it. The large white-sheet bed was pushed to the rightmost wall along with some shelving. A rug occupies this portion of the floor, along with a painting depicting a wintry landscape hung up on the wall. At the foot of the bed are three tool hangers sticking out of the wall, currently being used by a worn-looking riding jacket, riding straps, and a riding helmet.
Duties for the day are done, and by the time the stealthy blue pair settles down into their weyr, it's a late night. Tacuseth has climbed into his couch, his head facing outwards to watch the skies and any visitors (or intruders) to his home while Jo has the heavy curtain fastened aside to let the dim moonlight into the inner portion of the weyr. She's inside with just her black leather pants and her gray tank top on, her matching jacket seen hanging up on the wall by her large drawn map. She's busy at the table attaching something to Mime, her bronze firelizard, struggling a bit since the flit won't stay still. Well, he was about to settle down until the bronzepair's arrival and Z'ian's call sets him flapping. "Fuckin' balls, hold still!" is Jo's swear to Mime and greeting to the bronzerider, with Tacuseth watching Tsanth as closely like his rider would do. The convict rider turns in her seat in time to watch him stumble into her weyr, immediately dropping the rolled up note she was attaching to the flit when it looks like he was going to sprawl out all over the floor. Getting to his side and trying to wrap a strong arm about his waist in order to help keep him upright, "What the fuh? Zach, yer-?" She's seen him drunk naturally, but this. This was different. He waves aside the help, all greatly exaggerated arm motions as he manages to steady his feet out. "I'm fine. Fine. You heard before?" It's the curse of the drunk to have no concept of properly starting a conversation. There's no lead-in. Z'ian just begins to talk about the thing that drove him out of the Weyr earlier on in the night. "Aishani and Azaylia forced the dragons to fly fake thread. I talk to Aishani, because? Why basically blow off what Taikrin's been up to and then randomly start really throwing in with her now? She tells me K'del turned down the weyr. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with him? So I go to find K'del, because really. What the fuck? And do you know what he tells me, Jolie? What this man tells me when I get there?" Which well, maybe she knows considering the dragons blew that news right out of the water. But it seems like he's going tell her all over again anyway. Untangling from Jo, he drifts over to the table and starts to pet her firelizard on the head. The one he barely recognizes exists most times. "You know, what? He's kind of cute actually. Haha." When Z'ian waves away the help, Jo halts her steps to fold her arms across her chest and just stare at him. Then he launches into a conversation, the bluerider trying to follow his train of thought with an open frown. "What, about Sha-" but she doesn't get to finish answering that with him going on, and it's when K'del's name is brought up that her brows furrow. When he goes to the table with a squeaky Mime eyeing the approaching drunk bronzerider, she follows after him. "What did K'del say?" she perhaps asks that a little sharply, standing right behind him now. "What did he say to have ya actin' out like this?" Her dark gaze flicks towards Mime, who's now being petted. The flit's ducking his head, chittering at Z'ian almost as if he was scolding him for his rough handling - for surely those pets aren't steady-handed! She steps to the side to see his face more, that last getting more than a flicker of concern. "Ya don' like'em," she even points that out drolly, though she can't help the sliver of amusement that creeps in. "Now yer soused and ya do? Zach, look at me." She's trying to catch his gaze, leaning over and bracing her hand on the table. For now, the task of attaching the note to Mime's leg is being set aside. Is she just staring at him? Z'ian really doesn't notice. And who would blame him for not? He's totally drunk out of his mind. The bronzerider is still petting the firelizard. "I like him just fine. He's kind of obnoxious though." He manages to look vaguely insulted when Mime chitters at him with annoyance. "What? K'del said that he wouldn't take the weyr because it was doing an end run around Azaylia. Something about his scruples. Which is bullshit because he's no more morally upstanding than the rest of us. He let me help him try and win Hraedhyth's flight, isn't that basically the same thing as what Aishani was trying to do?" He's distracted now and might not be exactly talking about what she wants him to as his thoughts meander. But there is some logic to what he rambles along with. Because suddenly, "To act like this?" Like a drunken mess. Z'ian laughs abruptly and turns around, giving her the look that she wants. "Iolene's flight was fake, Jo. She was never the Weyrwoman. Cadejoth never caught her dragon. K'del was never really the Weyrleader a second time. Lujayn and I'kris should have been our Weyrleaders. What a fucking mess." Mime's giving Z'ian the Eye now, while Jo continues to try and follow his train of thought. Moving to hook a boot around the leg of the nearest chair to pull out, and then sitting herself down, "They all are," she returns on firelizards almost dryly. "Like some bronzeriders." That gets her smile, though brief. What Z'ian was talking about was serious. "He said that?" she drops about K'del leaning towards him. "I mean, he could have had the Weyr but...no? Her lips part and she wants to add more, but she doesn't. She shakes her head, but he drops the bomb and she just...she looks a bit disturbed. "Wait, hold up," hands are out to stave off anymore. This needs addressing. "How the fuck do ya fake a flight, really? Wouldn' the dragons know? And wouldn' folks know somethin' was up when there's no clutch, or was that pulled outta somebody's ass?" She's distinctly interested in this part, still tense enough that should Z'ian starts to fall, she'll be out of that chair in less than a second. Things that give you the Eye are usually things that are about to bite you. So even drunk, Z'ian begins to pull his hand protectively back. "Maybe you're not so cute after all." He mumbles under his breath. "But no. Exactly. I was wondering what the fuck was wrong, but then this." There's some more of the exaggerated motions of his arms, waving them around and somehow managing to not hit Jo. "K'del thinks Iolene drugged him or something. That accident where she lost the clutch? Well there was no fucking clutch to lose, so. That was a lie too. All of it was lies. And then to top it off, the reason we all thought it was the truth? Aishani helped her. Iesaryth put her weight behind Ysavaeth's and the made all the dragons think it happened. They stole an entire fucking weyr, Jo." Now he begins to point at some spot ahead of him. Sounding absolutely wretched now, "We got our own Weyrleader executed." Mime is still eyeing Z'ian now, his head moving at this angle and that. At least he's still. Seizing opportunity, Jo surges forward on the table to snatch up the little note and begins trying to tie it on his leg once more. She's watching where Z'ian's hands are going while doing so, and something said gets a dry, "Thinks. He thinks. Does he have proof? What would Cadejoth say if a queen asked him, if he even remembers?" But then he gets to the meat of it, with Aishani's name brought forward. At that moment, the note is secured on Mime's leg, and he takes off to wing about Z'ian's head in particular before he winks Between before he can attempt to catch him. "That's why Tsanth had the dragons all unnerved," she says idly, leaning back and straightening up. She's going decidedly quiet, her gaze not quite on him now. Her silence lingers until he says the very last, her dark gaze then training on him as she states, "He was killed for killin' a Weyrwoman. A fake Weyrwoman, maybe, but one nonetheless. Looks like the one that stole the Weyr ended up with the short stick in the end, anyway, right? So why is K'del choosin' now to bring this up? Just to discredit Aishani further?" A hand lifts, then drops, lips pressing together as she looks away. "Yer right," she finally says. "This is a fuckin' mess." He has some limited focus ability to use tonight, a focus that ends up watching as she lunges forward and ties that note to the firelizards legs. He blinks and then bats away at the animal as it flies around his head before going between. "Damn thing, I knew there was a reason I didn't like it." Anyway, getting back on track. "It happened, Jo." Z'ian is harsh on this point and serious, if he can be any more serious since he came stumbling in. "Iesaryth confirmed it for the entire weyr tonight. That's what that was all about. That's why I couldn't stand to be at this place one more second." He's shaking his head, pushing off of the table and running his through his hair. Which would explain why that's a fucking hideous mess, really. The bronzerider has probably been doing that all night. "But would he have killed her if she hadn't been the person she was? Done the things that she did? Could it all have been averted if we'd just... been paying attention? I've been a bronzerider for nearly two decades. How did I not notice? How did none of us notice? Are we a weyr of idiots?" He shakes his head slowly. This is the thing that's driven him to drink so much tonight, some sort of bizarre guilt for not preventing something he couldn't have reasonably been expected to even understand was happening. "I don't know. Maybe? I think he wanted to defend himself. He was... ashamed of it all. I would be too if I was duped like that. He said that she threw it back in his face, Aishani used it to hurt him." Jo has the poker mask in place, having leaned back to get more comfortable in her chair. Legs are crossed and her arms are folded once more. She's not interrupting him nope! She lets Z'ian talk, eyes narrowing in some places, or there's a brow furrow briefly in others. It's hard to detect what she's thinking, really, with her head tilting at a slight angle, and sometimes her gaze isn't quite on him, almost as if she's either busy mulling over what's being said, or she mentally filing it all away in her head - or, she's even conversing over his words with Tacuseth, since the dragon stirs in his couch out on the ledge all of a sudden. She studies his face, his unkempt hair, his lips... "What would ya have done, Zach, if ya had known or noticed?" she chooses to ask now, breaking her silence. "K'del..." no other words make it pass her lips, cutting it off just at the name before she speaks again. Carefully neutral now, "It's unfortunate, I know. These things. I suppose one does not expect somethin' like this to happen in a Weyr. Those that aren' familiar with life outside Weyr and Hold and craft. Beyond that, this is the way of it," drawing on her time spent outside civilized places. "Wasn' Iolene one of the...exiles?" She's uncertain, either not having been present or was far too busy outside the Weyr to pay close attention to gossip in her turns at the Weyr. "Something. I would have done something. Blown the whole thing out of the water like Tsanth did tonight. Keeping secrets like that... It's not good for anyone here. Maybe this place can start healing, finally get some of the truth out there." Z'ian doesn't look like he's sure that even he believes that. And because standing up requires a lot more coordination than he has right now, he just sits down on her floor. That these things happen outside of the Weyr, that doesn't seem to do a hell of a lot towards bringing him any sort of comfort. "She was." He confirms, sounding a little empty now that he's reached the end of the drunk, rambling information dump. "I'm going to sleep here tonight." On her floor? Well, maybe. There are probably worse places for him to decide to be unconscious. There Z'ian goes, on her floor. Jo has to scoot forward on the chair and bend with her elbows on her thighs to keep him in her sights. "So now that it's out," she says on secrets, "do ya think this will make anythin' better? Or maybe finally get a Vijay kicked out of the Weyr? That's the aim, right? Or was it Taikrin yer all lookin' to get kicked out, too? Convict and all?" Despite the words, there's noted - maybe even deliberate - humor in her tone now. "Makes me wonder what else K'del has up his sleeve in secrets. So many fingers pointin' blame. Reflectin' blame where needed. These are clever moves. This rebellion of his...and yers?" a brows lifts in askance. "Well done." For her, she seems to see it all as a nothing but moves made against each other. "Well," she straightens up once it looks like his information dump has reached the end, "the things I get to learn when yer drunk. I'll tell ya this," and she slides from the chair to the floor, joining him there and crawling on hands and knees before she's upon him and pressing a hand to his chest to try and push him down so she could lay beside him. "All this talk of secrets and the past. My opinion won' be popular by those of ya, and that's fine," an opinion she seems not to be giving, by the looks of it. "Ya just be careful," she gives quietly, looking to the ceiling now. "Don' care about all this shit. Care about you. Care about Shani, too. No one's perfect. Not even K'del. Not even you. We do great things, and we do stupid things. Ya know ya can stay here tonight. I got ya." He doesn't even have to say it. "I don't know. I wish- I wish that I thought it would. I wish that I thought everything was these strategic clever moves by the opposing sides." Z'ian confides quietly from his spot on the floor. "But I think we're all just a group of idiots, stabbing at each other in the dark and hoping that something sticks. At this point." At the mention of him perhaps, maybe being a mind behind that little showdown a few weeks ago. He just clears his throat and allows her to push him back down. She knows he was involved, he knows that she probably knows. He doesn't bother to highlight it outloud. "I never cared that Aishani was a Vijay, I don't care now. She can't help that. But Taikrin is... I don't think she's entirely there anymore. She lost it on Azaylia, pushed her hard to help them." It was always more the brownrider for him, more than it was ever the other goldrider. When she's there besides him, he shifts and wraps his arms around her and pulls Jo close. "You're the only thing in my life that makes any sense right now." That's said even more softly than the previous admission. "If you weren't here, if my sons weren't here... I think that I would just leave this place. I wouldn't have come back tonight." As if it were just that simple. Z'ian's words of people stabbing blindly actually brings the first smile to Jo's lips since he arrived. There's even a quiet chuckle for his efforts, even though she says soberly afterwards, "All I can see is strategic clever moves, but I don' trust easily. I've spent too many turns angry. Still am. So I tend to assume the worst in folks, and I try not to. I dunno what to make of Taikrin and what she wants to do, but, there's somethin' goin' on there with K'del, too. Ya wouldn' have gone to him about him turnin' the Weyrleader knot down if ya think he was fully solid. Ya gotta see that it's on both sides here," and she shakes her head, regarding him. "Him revealin' this secret like this is confirmation enough. I thought the priority was the tryin' the save the Weyr, not dig dirt for dead bodies. I can give ya'll some shovels to keep diggin', if this is the sort of behavior the folks of this Weyr is to expect from ya'll, the opposin' force." Being pulled close, the bluerider, drawing a hand up his arm, his words on her making sense to him earns him a wry, "I'm worse than those lot combined that yer gotten yerself all fucked up over, and yet I'm the one that makes sense in yer life. I suppose that does make sense." Smirk. The last lets that smirk fade, frowning a bit in silence before she says, "...don' think I would have let ya leave. This place...ya belong here. Ya belong here more than me." Lifting her head to meet his gaze, "'Bout that time to getaway for a bit, though, ya think? Things always look better away." Like their last trip. "I guess congratulations to everyone on looking more intelligent than they actually are then." Z'ian replies dryly, his voice still quiet. Even if there, there's a hint of some humor beginning to leech back into his tone again. He turns and buries his face in Jo's hair, tightening the curl of his arms around her. "I know. Everything you're saying is right. If I really trusted him, I wouldn't have even believed Aishani when she said he turned her down. I wouldn't have asked, I would have just thought she was lying. But I knew, somehow." He shakes his head. "It still is. I didn't go looking for this." Pulling back he drops his chin onto the top of her head now as they lay there on the floor. "There's worse things than you out there. I need you." The bravado, the reality checking, the strength that she can lend to him for a few hours on a night like tonight. "Yes. Time out of this place, together." That at least seems agreeable and he drops a kiss onto her forehead, the tenseness that's been all over finally easing away. "Yaaah," tosses out on the first, snorting as Z'ian pulls her closer. "Trust can be a tricky mistress to please, darlin'." She gives a yawn and seems almost content to sleep right there on her floor, especially since her eyes is starting close. "But worse things than me." There's sleepy laughter for that. "Now I know yer drunk," she drawls to that. "Tryin' to curdle my amazin' ego." Still, him needing her gets fingers pressing into his arm, that subtlety being the response she seems not able to vocalize yet. Instead she grins on them getting away, willing to at least tease him there since she can feel the tension leaving his body. "We'll go to yer favorite place where they serve tunnesnake skin steeped in ale," she states, making it sound like it's totally Z'ian's idea. "Ya know the place. We'll drink every weird brew they got. I know ya been lookin' forward to it." |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 15 May 2013 16:40:47 GMT.
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Drunk Z'ian is a chatty Z'ian... and an amusing one, too. In that sort of sad, kicked puppy sort of way. (Given the givens, can anyone blame him!?)
Jo, as pragmatic as ever. I really like how neutral she was in all of this, except when it came to Z'ian. But, she calls bullshit on both sides and the lady isn't exactly wrong~
Fantastic scene, you guys. e.e Hehehe. Snugglin'.
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