Logs:Not A Tunnelsnake
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| RL Date: 15 April, 2015 |
| Who: Drex, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drex is not a tunnelsnake, but he is a dirty, anti-social pirate. |
| Where: Random Tunnel, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
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There are many twisty, turny tunnels throughout High Reaches Weyr. And this just happens to be one of them. It branches off from one of the main ones, taking you away from the resident dorms and private rooms. Here and there are some storage closets, but the hall is mostly bare. It's devoid of decoration and seems to otherwise just take a windy path towards the main caverns. It's late, and it's a relatively untraveled section of tunnel that holds an unexpected occupant. The former scribe perched atop a pile of crates with an open bottle in one hand and a book held in the other, her back leaned against the wall. Every so often the rustle of a turned page, sounds off." There's a noise, further up the dimly-lit corridor. Hard to identify at first, though, the way the sound bounces around. Edyis scrubs at her eyes after hearing the noise, squinting in both directions as she tries to identify the source of the sound. The bottle is set down and corked, her hand going to the knife at her belt, and fishing out a handful of dim glows and scattering them on the ground before shuttering the basket and waiting, listening keenly for the sounds in the corridor. Now, there's a loud thud that reverberates down the tunnel. It's more sound than feel though -- this is no cave in, and the thud is dull, wooden almost. "That is not a tunnel snake." She murmurs, slipping off her crates and unshuttering the basket. "Who the hell is down there?" She calls letting it echo in the direction of the sound. The knife gets sheathed, grabbing the bottle instead with a grumble, to start heading in the direction of the sound." And suddenly, out of the dimness further down the corridor, a figure looms. Drex is walking quickly, gaze drawn by the light, frowning and -- when he sees who it is -- scowling. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't seem to be bothered by whatever that noise was. "I live here." She replies scowling back, though she probably means that in the general sense rather than the literal. "What are you doing down here at this hour? I thought you were a tunnel snake." Which probably would have been problematic for both of them, even as she rubs her face. "Really," disblelivingly, Drex looks at the floor, at those discarded glows. "You live here in a tunnel? And here I thought you were all," he presses a finger against his nose, then snorts. The fact that he fails to answer her question is likely deliberate. After a look at her, he keeps walking, like he was on his way somewhere else. "I live in the Weyr." She corrects sounding rather bored and tired. "What the hell is your problem anyway? You are the one banging about the tunnels." Kicking at a glow as she sets the bottle back up on the crate and begins the process of clambering it back up. Bottle uncorked, swig taken once she settles herself back. "I aint banging about. You're the one throwing things all over the floor," Drex counters, kicking a glow as he walks past her. "Easier to kill a snake when you see one." Is her reply, already opening the book back up. "Explain that to the next person that trips over one," is his response, as the sailor disappears into the darkness. Either she doesn't think it worth responding or she doesn't care what a dirty pirate thinks. Either way, she returns to her reading, and her bottle. |
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