Logs:Nothing Worth Wagering Over
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| RL Date: 7 May, 2009 |
| Who: Leova, N'thei, Vaan |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 5, Month 9, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Whitchek/Mentions |
| 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. The sky is clear today. The air remains cool and damp, but the weather is overall pleasant today. Sure, it's cool and damp out here tonight, but it's only going to get worse in the months ahead, so a pair of Glacier riders are making the most of what's left of the summer-make-that-autumn: playing cards, with a glowbasket to ward off most of the breeze. Except it's not exactly /playing/ cards: the brownrider's showing off one of those shuffles that arches the cards under his thumbs with a satisfying hiss, and across the table, Leova's alternating between watching him intently. Trying to do the same. And picking up the pieces afterward. Now, she pauses for a pull on her beer, like that's going to help any. Another pair of Glacier riders part ways at the bottom of the stairs, a Wingleader and a former Wingleader, the latter with a belly laugh that a certain Glacier greenrider will likely never have directed her way. "Good luck with it, then," are N'thei's parting words, put with a clap on his bald-friend's shoulder before he turns to job of the steps. Whirr of cards, the flip of them, it's moth-to-flame for a second while he picks out his path toward the table, briefly unaware of just which girl's watching the card tricks. "Playing or play-- ing?" The pause because, right then, right in the middle of asking, he lifts a look across the table to Leova, dammit. Who meets that look with a lift of her chin, and a swipe of the back of her hand across her mouth. Leova swaps out the glass. Swaps in the deck. Gives it a tap to square the cards. This, when Still-Here-Brownrider, one of the less canny but also less impatient wingriders, steps in. "Girl's," and he keeps on talking like he hasn't noticed the look the greenrider gives him for that, "Trying to learn. Got a bet on, she'll grow out of the side-shuffle," the one the kids use, "In the sevenday or going to have to ride one of them Snowdrift riders' sweeps." "Some people," with full appreciation for the pot-and-kettle aspect to the words about to drop from his mouth, "never change." N'thei glances down at the tapped cards with a twitch at the corner of one eye, with a momentary file of teeth over lip, then returns his attention to the gambling brownrider. "Can't find better things worth a wager?" he adds with a flicker of derision, at her, at him, at the two of them. Brownrider's got an affable laugh for that, a, "No kidding." And, "Not this time of Turn. Give it another go, Leo-va." With him watching? Leova's that much more careful, eyes lowered as she taps the deck another couple of times. Cuts it. Takes it slowly... too slowly, /too/ careful, not enough bend to the cards so they fall apart in chunks instead of a good solid whiff. "Not as bad as the first time," is all she comes up with, and that dryly. There's no money on the table, no stake for N'thei in it, just a moment's pause to watch the so-called shuffling. And a moment's pause to find something in his pocket, to reach down toward the bottom of it, to let it swallow up to his wrist before he finds whatever it is among the lint-and-marks. "For all seasons, son," he tells the brownrider simply, a pair of dice set on the table at the other man's elbow. Promise; "Not loaded." Vaan comes in carrying his glass of wine. He s got a pleasent smile on his face and he greets a few people on his way over to a seat. He finds a spot near two people playing a game. He sits there sipping his wine and watches the two as they play the game. "What you got in mind?" the brownrider asks, eager enough to set his own deck aside and just interject comments to Leova over there like, "Quicker next time. Don't spread your thumbs out so much, either." Leova eyes him, and says like it's to him instead of to N'thei, and never mind any other passersby, "Can tell he wants to win, all right." It's three playing a game, all three Glacier riders, N'thei, Leova, and a brownrider. The latter two are seated at the table, the former has not yet availed himself of a chair, and just stands at the edge of the table. "Depends, how much money you got?" he answers to the brownrider, promptly afterward twitches a look to Leova. Hasn't it been made abundantly clear yet that he doesn't talk to her? Vaan notices leova and reconises her from the clutching party. He stands up and walks over to her " Hi how are you doing? Still chasing Whitchek everywhere?" he turns to see who else is there and sees N'thei. He remembers the last time he ran into him and trys to look away from him hopeing he doesn't remember him or if he does he's in a good mood. "Small change," the brownrider dismisses, like he usually does: small-change-for-starters. Leova's got her eyes on N'thei right back, meanwhile, a flatly patient sort of waiting: fine, take over already. This time, the cards' corners just /slap/ into place, never mind that she doesn't make a clean job of it. When she does look over, it's to give Vaan a look that's no less narrow-eyed: "No. He's in the barracks where he belongs. You a friend or something?" Small change. Leova. That Vaan kid. Talk of Whitchek. There are many things N'thei does not like, and that there's just a short list of them. He glances down at Vaan sidelong, not quite the I-hope-you-die look he saves up special for Leova, but close. Close. "Tell him to get his damn teeth fixed," is where he stands on the Whitchek issue, dice left on the table, shoulders straightened in preparation for ditching this little party. Vaan gives a nervous smile " Yes he's my friend I was just asking because I haven't see him at the dorms lately." he turns and realises N'thei remembered him and looks him in the eyes " Ummm ... Sure I will tell him." He turns around to advoid any more eye contact with N'thei and takes a sip of wine. Brownrider's meanwhile aiming to scoop up the dice, give them a rattle, only both the other riders are looking blankly at N'thei: seems the story hasn't gotten around as far as it really should, the way it /would/ if Tiriana's attire had only been updated for the first iteration. "What's going on with his teeth?" he asks, near-simultaneous with her, "Teeth. Fixed?" Because N'thei's so known for answering questions. Leova only afterwards appends for Vaan, "Candidate barracks." "Ask him." To be very clear, N'thei's telling the brownrider that. Not Leova. She can just go on being in the dark for all he cares. He does give the dice a glance when they land, but-- again. No money riding on it, and he's halfway to the steps before there's time to scoop them up again. (Did he even have a purpose for being here?) Vaan trys his best to answer the question. " Well the last time I ran into N'thei there was a fight between him and Whit. A'son hit n'thei and some I can't remember there name starts with a p slapped whit across the cheek i hope that explaines it. Now this is the first time I heard Whit was searched." His face was one of surprize " I wish him the best of luck." he takes a sip off his wine and gives a small grin. "Might," their wingmate agrees, except then he spoils matters with asking the non-N'theis present, "Who the hell is this kid, anyway?" In the candidate barracks? Must be a kid. The brownrider glances at the dice, three and a four, glances at Leova who's doing that wait-it-out expression she's had such a lot of practice with, and then calls back over his shoulder, "You just leaving these here?" /Then/ Vaan tells his story, /then/ he can listen, and then there's the beginnings of low laughter from both still at the table and a, "Heard /that/, just didn't know about Whit," to see the big man out. Tip: "Don't ask stupid questions." He's just leaving, and they're there, so yes. N'thei's just leaving them there. Laughter doesn't seem to fetter him too much, just chases him on his heavy-footed trot down the stairs. |
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