Logs:Not a Server
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| RL Date: 5 August, 2015 |
| Who: Faryn, Serin |
| Type: Log |
| What: Even after Serin mistakes her for a server, Faryn's not too stingy to share her beer. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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>---< Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#634RJ) >------------------------<
Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.
Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly
warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the
air.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Faryn F 23 5'4" lean, long brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Serin M 20 6'1" slim, blond hair, blue eyes 45s The temperature has settled for the evening, but the good spirits from such a day, rare as they are in the Reaches, still linger. The patio ledge is crowded, as is the adjacent Snowasis. Through the archway, there's plenty of laughter and voices pitched above the crowd in white-noise lull, but outside it is quieter, the sound dispersing differently off the ledge and into the bowl below. Faryn's mingling with a handful of apprentices, most of them bearing knots from the Beastcraft, though she's wearing none tonight; she's been waylayed by them, but she eventually breaks away with her pitcher and two glasses, casting for a free table or, at least, a free chair. Sitting at one of the tables is Serin, though he is accompanied by a girl who seems all too eager to sit close to him. Empty glasses are on the table, and a sad expression is on the girl as someone calls her away to go join them. Once she slips off, he pushes the chair she was sitting in back in a position so that it's free once again and he looks at his empty glass. His pale gaze lifts to look for a server to wave down, but they all appear busy filling other drinks or are just simply not visible from where he's sitting - except for Faryn, who he tries to get her attention and waves to invite over. Maybe he thinks she's a server? Faryn's beginning to lose hope, it seems; she tries for one free table and finds a greenrider darting into it by the time she's maneuvered that direction, and she gives a look back to the Snowasis like she might take her things inside again, but then there's a free seat -- and not too far away, to boot. "Almost makes me miss winter," the girl intones lowly as she approaches, and down goes her pitcher and the glasses as she hooks the chair with a foot and settles into it, pouring one glass. "Thanks." Serin seems pleased when she starts heading towards his table, and comments, "Too cold in the winter, summer is definitely better." His expression turns strange when she goes to pull out a chair and pour herself a glass though - one that definitely betrays the confusion. "You're.. not a server?" He asks, looking at the pitcher then the two glasses and then back at her now that she's invited herself to a seat. He doesn't appear unhappy about it though. One extremely mobile eyebrow climbs towards Faryn's hairline, hiding behind her bangs, and the corners of her mouth twitch up into a small smile. "Nope," she confirms blithely, taking a long pull on her beer, along with meaningful eye contact over her glass. She looks him over, up and down, dark eyes taking him in. "But I'm not stingy." She pushes the pitcher his way, and that spare glass. "I think my company may have stood me up, anyways. Not that I imagine he'd be able to find a seat, tonight." The confirmation is all Serin needs to start looking towards the crowd to try and pick out another person who might /really/ be a server - though his attention to that task is diverted when the pitcher is pushed his way. Well, beggars can't be choosers, and he gives a quick smile to her and collects the glasses that are empty from whoever he had for drinks before and puts them aside in favor of the pitcher and the new glass. "Thanks, very nice of you. Payment for acceptance of the only empty chair in the place." He teases, pouring from the pitcher to the glass and keeping it between them so either can reach afterwards. "He's not going to be upset you're sitting with some strange other guy, is he? I'd really rather not get punched in the face tonight." Faryn looks like she might take the pitcher back if he hesitates too long, but then she settles back in her newly claimed chair, content enough to watch him pour and adjust his gathering of used dishes. "Yeah, I suppose it is. That'd be a hell of a way to make a mark. Hoarding all the chairs, a quarter mark a piece on busy nights." She chuckles into her glass, and it's unclear if she's actually considering it as she casts around the room. More likely, she's looking for aforementioned company. "Nah. It's business, not pleasure. And if it were pleasure well - he isn't much of a puncher. I'm Faryn," she offers, lifting her glass and tipping it in salute to him. Serin curls his hand around the glass, taking a drink as he considers what she said for a while, "You likely wouldn't make much, not if you had to keep buying drinks to keep selling seats. Probably have to up the price to make a profit." He seems to take it seriously, as though counting the number of chairs and figuring out how much time between empty ones and all. He glances towards the room as well, looking for nobody in particular before resettling his gaze on her and giving her a smile, "Business, hmm? Pleasure is a little nicer. I'm Serin." He says, before tipping his glass in return to her and taking another drink from it. "It was just a joke," Faryn says, sounding slightly concerned with how seriously he's taken her silly proposal. "You're probably right, though. Wouldn't be worth the effort, regardless. I'd get thrown out before anything else," Faryn presumes, her attention sharpening on him for his rattled off explanation. "So I hear. But it can't all be fun and games. I've things to tie up." It sounds much more interesting than it probably is, if her droll expression is anything to take in. "Well met. Starcraft, mm? I don't think I've ever seen you." "Perhaps, or they might want a cut of it." Serin says with a shrug, setting the glass down on the table and leaning back in his chair. He gives her more of a look over, at least, more than the cursory glance he'd given her when he thought she was a server. "It could be, but true that it's unlikely." He muses, though doesn't press to find out more information about whatever business transaction it is. "Do you remember everyone you meet? You know us Starcrafters are people of the night." Faryn considers that and decides, "The Snowasis charging admission would suck. Nevermind." She withstands scrutiny particularly well, moving only after she's swallowed most of her beer and needs a refill. Her denial comes in brisk shake of the head, bangs and braid swaying. "I don't. I do know most of the faces in the dorms though. Even the boys." But his last gets a snort. "By necessity, yes, but you must read your charts by day, right?" "So, what are you? You have no knot to tell me." Serin asks, crossing his legs and continuing to recline in his chair as he watches her. The glass is reached for and held, before he takes another drink from it and shrugs his shoulder. "I've only been back for a couple days." He admits, and then continues, "They can be read at night too, but I mostly work with the math aspect of Starcraft, so.." "So mostly daylight, for you," Faryn concludes with a touch of triumph. His acknowledgment of her bare shoulder earns another earnest drink from her glass. "Just a resident, now. Former Beastcraft, as of..." she considers. "Well, as soon as I've concluded my business, honestly. I'll have to catch him tomorrow." She wriggles her brows at him, joking, "Did you sneak in by moonlight a'dragonback?" "So you claim, but I can work in the night. I choose not to, though." Serin says, looking down at his drink before taking another swig from it and resettling it on the table. "You're quitting the craft? Does that mean you'll have to change which quarters you're living in?" He wonders, as if it's any of his business. He smirks at the last and arches a brow, "Of course I didn't. I made a glorious morning entrance upon a bronze dragon who was handsome as one in books, descending to the ground to be swarmed by my loving fans." He really tries not to laugh at the end. "Faranth, I miss everything. I really need to start updating my social calendar better for the important things. I'm hopeless." She's smiling over her glass at him though, both hands wrapped around the glass with it held close to her, just under her chin. "I am," she acknowledges. "And I do have to change. Between you and me, the resident's quarters are awful. I wish I could stay." "My arrival was really almost as important as a hatching, I'd say. Almost." Serin says with a couple nods, punctuating the statement. He gives her a smile right back, and puts his hands behind his head to stretch - he has been sitting here a while, after all. "Is there a reason you're quitting? You could just.. forget to leave. I don't think I've seen anyone physically removed before, it could be fun to watch." He teases, reaching for his glass to take another drink and nearly finish it off. "I would never miss a hatching, so you're definitely slightly less important than that." When he stretches, she takes the opportunity to look behind him again, seems maybe to spot something, but can't quite see when he's resettled. "I bet you'd like that," Faryn says, "watching an innocent and defenseless girl get carried bodily out of the apprentice dorms, her things strewn everywhere, leaving a trail to her new, cold bed next to that girl from the laundry who always smells like feet." Her mein of false sadness breaks into laughter not long after. Another movement catches her eyes again, and she squints. "Ah. Well. Better late then never." She finds her feet with the explanation, "Business. Thanks for the chat, Serin. Keep the beer." "Just slightly." Serin agrees, shifting to try and look behind himself to whatever it is that she's looking at and being dreadfully unsuccessful. However, at her talking about being bodily carried, he just smirks and shrugs, returning his attention on her. "Well, it would do for a bit of entertainment. Though I doubt you're as innocent or defenseless as you're claiming." He muses, and lifts a hand to wave at her as she departs from the table. "Thanks for the beer. Looking forward to your bodily removal." "Shells, if they'd told me how charming you are, I wouldn't have missed your arrival for anything," Faryn remarks as she puts her chair back under the table and turns to leave, making her way through the crowd with surprising ease when she's not worrying about spilling a pitcher on anyone nearby. |
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