Logs:Sleepless in the Greenhouse
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| RL Date: 28 March, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Sky, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two candidates and one prospective candidate deal with a sleepless night in the greenhouse. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Keysi/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Alida/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to Edit, correct, alter away! |
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>---< Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr(#2203RJ) >-------------------------------<
A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a
refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework
captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the
day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the
dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and
various flora.
Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an
assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike.
Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting
in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving
is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the
softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst
the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this
a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit.
Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small
hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with
cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for
irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans
and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting
materials tucked underneath.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Schuyler M 19 5'11" muscular, black hair, blue eyes 1m
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Complex
>-----------------------------------------< 18D 5M 37T I10, spring night >---< A bottle of wine and glass are perched within arms reach of one of the benches, the scratch and his of pencil against paper competing with the trickle of water in the humid air of the greenhouse. Edyis herself sits sprawled, her back against the stone wall, and legs proposed to use as a brace for the notebook she works in. Dark curls tumble loosely about her shoulders, and from the look of the tunic and shorts she had at least thought at some point, about going to sleep before restlessness brought her here. Schuyler makes his way into the greenhouse, the good weather has him wandering about at a late hour. Spotting Edyis, he grins and make his way over to her. "Whatcha working on?" he asks, plunking down next to her. "Couldn't sleep." She replies noncommittally, glancing up at the baker through dark lashes. "Just touching up some notes, nothing important really." Closing the book and reaching for the wine. "Your event went well. Congratulations." Schuyler nods. "Hard being in a new place, huh?" he says in reference to her new location of the candidates quarters. Her comment has him beaming. "It really did! That Sparrow girl has quite the skills." he comments. "You get a chance to taste anything?" he wonders. "Not so new to me really. Just brings back a lot of memories." Lifting her glass with a slow gulp, "What about you? It's a little late for baker's hours isn't it?" Schuyler hmms softly. "Right, you mentioned that." There's a shrug. "I don't really sleep much, honestly. The night time hours seem to be the most peaceful." he shrugs. Edyis tilts her head at his answer, expression thoughtful as she drains her glass. "What does the man with no secrets have that keeps him awake at night?" Reaching for the bottle, and setting the book at the side. Schuyler shakes his head. "Not keeping me awake, I just like some time that's quiet when I've spent the whole day in a loud kitchen." he labs back against the wall and looks up for a moment then over at her bottle. "Any chance you have some of that to share?" he asks. Edyis grins, "Think you can scare up something to use as a glass?" Refilling her own before passing it over. "Of course next time you get your hands on a Benden white, I expect you to share." Refilling her wine glass. Schuyler grins and takes the glass. "As a matter of fact, I won one at the cooking competition." he takes a good long sip. "Not sure there's much to use as a cup around here. And Benden should be drunk from a real glass. I'm fine sharing a glass if you are." he takes another slow so and passes the glass back to her. A rush of cooler air as the door swings open heralds Laine, who shoulders into the greenhouse with her hands full of... something. It's a tangled mess of straps, buckles, and clasps. Her path first takes her toward the nearest bench lit by glows, but voices? They guide her steps down the aisle toward Edyis and Schuyler. Edyis realizes a little bit too late that she has just handed off her glass, rather than the bottle, and she leaves it in Sky's care. "One of these days I will have someone make portable wine glasses that don't break if you keep them in a bag." Lifting the bottle and taking a delicate pull of it's contents with a grimace. Dark eyes lift when she feels the cooler air on her skin, setting the hair on her arms to stand on end. She leans and peers to spot Laine. "You know, I am starting to think you have the innate ability to detect when I have good alcohol Laine, can I borrow you next time I go raiding?" Schuyler grins. "You have someone make that and you'll make a load of marks off it I'm sure." he glances over when Laine comes in and grins. "Hey there!" he greets her cheerfully. When grey eyes fall on the wine-drinking pair, Laine pauses. She weighs the straps in her hand and considers Edyis and Schuyler for a beat before offering a crooked smile. "Hey. Wasn't expecting anyone here. Wish I'd known we were having a pyjama party," she says dryly, approaching. "Ooh. A wine pyjama party." That's even better. That wry smile turns on Edyis. "I hear the booze. It whispers my name on the night breeze. If you need help liberating any, I'm your gal." Edyis sighs, "Maybe wood? Or perhaps ceramics? Glass is fragile." Pondering the logistics of such a thing. "Not metal though, or maybe, glass reinforced with metal? That would be hard to do with heat." She grins at Laine. "Well I was in bed before this but couldn't sleep and didn't want to disturb Keysi." She grins. "Next raid I go on. You are totally my backup." Schuyler laughs at the girls plotting a liquor raid and takes another small sip of the wine in the glass. "Hmm... maybe. There's something about the delicate nature of glass that goes with wine though. Don't you think?" "The answer," If the question is 'how to drink lots of wine in public', brought to you by the expert, "Is a wine skin. Nice quality leather, get something branded on it. Your initials, maybe. The ladies would love it. Very classy. It's like a flask, but cooler." Laine doesn't mess around with petty stuff like glasses. She sits, pulling her straps (is it a harness?) into her lap. "And you, Schuyler? Can't sleep?" Edyis muses at that thought, "Glass is beautiful, and it's transparency plays with light and color magnificently, but it is delicate." Then Edyis is suddenly grinning at Laine, holding out the bottle. "I don't suppose I could talk a pretty booze-loving Tanner into making me a wineskin, in exchange for a modest share of my spoils?" Schuyler laughs. "Wine skins are great for transporting but not so good for sharing wine." he comments to Laine. "Nah, just looking for some quiet before turning in is all." he shrugs a bit. Laine is feeling magnanimous. She waves an airy hand (one that pauses naturally in its path to accept that bottle of wine) and says, "Obviously. For you? I've probably drank, like, half your booze." She drinks from the bottle and passes it back to Edyis. Then, impishly: "It helps you called me pretty." The tanner tips her head toward Schuyler. "Then you, my friend, must be one of those hoity-toities. Needing a glass and all." She says it teasingly. Edyis chuckles, "Both are valid points. Maybe glasses that nest inside one another, without the stem. If you put them in a solid case, maybe wood, it would protect them." She smiles impishly back at the Tanner, accepting the bottle and taking a pull of it before passing it back. "We Nabolese girls gotta stick together after all." Schuyler laughs. "Perhaps I am." he remarks about being hoity toity. There's a glace to Laine. "Well, she's got the pretty part right at least." he grins. Laine drinks, again, before waving the bottle in salute. "To Nabol, and the people who lived there." Though she laughs, she takes another (long) pull from the bottle with a faint crease to her brows before handing it back to Edyis. "Use nesting glasses, you'd have to decide who you like the least, give 'em the smallest cup." She looks at Edyis. "You staying in the candidates barracks?" And for Schuyler: "You gonna stand?" Edyis shakes her head. "No, the shape, you make them all the same size, the base narrower than the mouth, so that when stacked they fit together in a smaller space. Besides, I don't share wine with people I don't like." She points out with a grin, before nodding. "It's not much different than the resident barracks." Schuyler nods at Edyis. "There's an idea." he ponders it for a moment. Laine's question has him turning. "Me? Nah. I've lived here my whole life. Figure if they wanted me to stand someone would have searched me by now. I'm happy in the kitchens anyways. I'm good at it." he grins and sips the wine again. Laine concedes to Edyis' brilliance with a thoughtful nod. "Makes sense. Wouldn't take up much room." Her mouth twists into a lopsided sort of smile, then: "I'm putting it off. No one's said anything, yet. Don't wanna have to move my things." She pats absently at her heap of straps, then peers at Schuyler. She just grunts, though, saying nothing but, "You are." (Good at it, presumably). Edyis squints at him then, shaking her head. "You can ask. Sort of a right if you are born here. Getting searched isn't all it's cracked up to be either. You accept it from the wrong dragon, and you wind up scrubbing hide for hours. " She shivers, taking another pull from the bottle before offering it again to Laine. "Nothing wrong with that. I don't have much to move, so it didn't take long to get settled in. You should totally take the bunk next to mine though if you change your mind" Sparkle- sparkle! Schuyler grins at Laine. "And I'm only an apprentice. Imagine the things I'll make when I'm an old master." he chuckles. A thoughtful look to Edyis. "I guess. Never really thought of that though. You know, I love being in the kitchens. If a dragon comes along and snags me then sure I'll stand, but not gonna if no one asks." anther shrug. There's a dreamy expression as Laine does imagine all those baked goods. She insists, "Promise you'll stay here at the Reaches. Forever. 'Least, long as I'm here." On standing? The tanner doesn't comment. She turns to Edyis, takes the wine, and chuckles. "Okay. Save it for me. Put a bed dummy in it, or something, so no one takes it." Belly rumbling cued, "Yeah... or maybe get a pet firelizard and teach em to do deliveries when we aren't here." Food, sigh. "I keep telling them it's haunted. You'd be amazed how often that works." She grins wide. "Come on though, I feel like we haven't talked in ages. What's the newest goings on with you?" Schuyler finishes off his wine and hands the glad back to Edyis. "A baker always had good wine. Thanks for sharing yours. To Laine, " I'm staying, though I hear half the clutch is destined for Igen. If you're standing there's a chance you'll wind up there." he shrugs at her. "Just saying." he adds. Suddenly he lets out a big yawn and stretches. "Ok, gonna call it a night ladies. Hope to see you both soon." he grins and gets to his feet. "Night!" The departing baker receives a lazy wave from Laine, who has slouched into her bench with legs and arms draped over the armrest and back, her leatherwork sprawled across her. "Wouldn't actually mind Igen," she says, a conversational aside, to Edyis. "Spent three years there at tannercraft hall." The tanner slants a sideways look at Edyis and wags her head. She says, somewhat flatly: "Feelings. Feelings are goings-on." Brighter: "How about you?" "Oh, could it be someone has stolen the heart of my favorite booze mooch?" Edyis singsongs playfully, leaning back. "Yeah, feelings. I promised Irianke I would think about it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I think they are only looking for blues and greens." She offers helpfully or maybe not so much. Thick eyebrows arch. "No. I--don't think I wanna talk about it. Not unless you have a lot more of that wine hidden somewhere in your pocket. Sorry," she smiles, chagrined. Laine shifts, not-so-gracefully, to the next topic: "At least they'd be sending us--" hesitation, "--them, in a group. Wouldn't be alone, you know?" Edyis grins, "I always know where I can get more." Though maybe it is out of understanding that she allows the topic to fall if Laine wishes. "No, not alone. I used to worry about it, because Reaches was the last place I had that I could call home." She tilts her head then, "You think you'd be matched to a blue or green?" "Later," Laine promises. Later to feelings, later to more booze. She looks distantly suprised to find the wine still in her hand; she bring it to her lips, drinks, then passes the bottle back to Edyis. "Home doesn't stop being home when you leave," the tanner says, but gives some furrowed-brow thought to Edyis' last question. "Dunno," she finally pronounces. "You?" Edyis shrugs, "Couldn't tell you. Probably green or blue but more than likely I'll be left on the sands again." She frowns a moment. "Doesn't really matter though does it? " "Brown," Laine says, pensive, mostly to herself. "Maybe a brown." But she flops her head to one side so she can look properly at Edyis. "No. Doesn't matter much at all. Could see you on a lovely green," the tanner offers. "Don't think anyone quite understands the... process. The whys of it. Maybe it's attitude, going into it. Which case, I'm gonna need you to start doing some positive-thinking exercises." Edyis smirks, "Yeah? Maybe. I was never one to be gracefully chased." She bursts into laughter, "Positive thinking? Are you that desperate to keep me around?" Reaching for the bottle and taking another long pull. "What kind of positive thinking should we try?" Laine snorts. "Seen some of them greens blooding before they go. Don't think graceful is the word for it. So, what, you're--the more the chaser-type?" It's almost a tease, the way Laine drawls it, but she's interrupted by a chuckle of her own. "What're they called? Mantras. My dragon's in those eggs. My dragon's in those eggs. Or maybe: I'm not getting mauled. I'm not getting mauled." The tanner looks open to suggestions. Edyis grins somewhat crookedly. "If I get it in my head that I want something, I can usually find a way to get it." She boasts wryly. Tilting her head, and echoing, "I will not get mauled sounds like a good one. Or I will not pass out, I will not pass out." She corks the bottle then gathering her things. "I'm sure you will wind up impressing Laine." Standing then. "Just sayin'. If I impress, you gotta, too. Going through weyrlinghood without you there would suck." Laine's draping her head back and closing her eyes as Edyis starts packing up. "I will not pass out," she repeats, "I will not pass out." She cracks one eye and says, dryly, "Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I'm not counting on anything just yet. Off to bed?" Edyis grins, "I will keep that in mind, or try to. I should though I might just paint ink mustaches on the new gaggle of girls who were all giggly over the golden egg." She pauses then and grins again. "Save you a cot?" "Mm," Laine grunts, faintly smiling, eyes closing again. It almost sounds like an agreement. She's silent for a while, but then offers to a departing Edyis, "You need help with those ink moustaches, you let me know." |
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