Logs:Sniff
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| RL Date: 17 February, 2013 |
| Who: Barnabas, Vienne |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones and Vienne escape the winter wind. |
| Where: Close To The Ground Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 1, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Windy |
| Mentions: Ainslee/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| So, it might not be snowing like mad this evening, but the wind is harsh, wickedly forcing its icy fingers through layered winter wear and howling across the pocked walls of the bowl. So when Vienne bumps into Barnabas in the bowl, pleasant introductions are hurried and accompanied by excessive teeth chattering on the little bluerider's part. They might as well take the conversation inside. Thankfully the rope ladder to her ledge is quite close. She scales it quickly and hurries out of the wind, passing Oswinth who has made himself a tiny blue ball at the back of his couch. He eyes Bones a bit. Meanwhile it's right to the hearth for Vienne, to stoke the embers and get it burning again. Bones can take a moment to let his eyes adjust and take in the stark emptiness of her weyr. The seating area is just one blue chair and a trunk. There are more trunks to the back, and a matching chair covered with clothes by the bed. Aside from some knickknacks on the mantle, it pretty much still looks like she just moved in. Bones' breath is still hot enough to create a few whisps of steam as he slips into weyr, eyes scanning it's cozy offerings with a bit of a smirk. "Wow, this place is tiny." Compared to the only other weyr he's ever stepped foot in, certainly. "Hey Oswinth!" He gives the little blue a wave as he passes, arm emerging from his heavy patchwork fur cloak. "We shouldn't have gone looking for costumes. Shoulda gone lookin' for furniture!" Oswinth does not have any kind of friendly greeting for Bones, but then, so tightly wrapped against the cold, he might be in a bit of a mood. Vienne, despite still shivering violently as she gets the fire going, is a somewhat more welcoming hostess. "Thaaanks," she draws out with a laugh for his accurate, if not particularly flattering, first reaction, tossing a glance at him over her shoulder, cheeky grin giving him a hard time just for the fun of it. More seriously though, as she pokes the coals, "I know. I need a wardrobe. There are some in the stores but... what am I going to do? Pick it up and carry it out? I just haven't gotten around to scheduling some kind of delivery. You can hang up your..." Well, she's not sure what to call that fur-tent he wears, so she just points toward the hooks. There's jacket there already that looks a good deal more like Jo's than Vienne's (because it is), so he should be able to figure out what she means. Her grin is met with an impressive show of teeth, his own smile like a cheshire cat's minus the mischeif. "I could help with that." He's casually confidant with the remark, focusing more on his coat than his host, undoing the necessary clasps that secured it's heavy weight over his usual sleeveless faire. "I mean unless you want somethin' made'a solid cast metals, I know my ropes inside and out. Could set up a pully system for you in ohhh..." he glances over his shoulder towards the entrance, giving it a genuine estimate. "Maybe two hours and I can set you up a sweet elevator thing. It's easy, just some plywood and shipping chain." He tosses his coat up onto a hook, and notices a familiar neighboor to it. "You know Jo eh?" She appreciates what he's willing to do, the pullies and all, but Vienne chuckles lightly. "Well, I do have Oswinth," she reminds, though her dubious look might question how useful the blue could really be, or perhaps just his willingness since he's currently a glum little ball of sulkiness. Instead of shrugging off her own jacket when the fire is suitably tended, she heads toward the back of the weyr, so she can move that pile of clothes from chair to bed. "Jo?" she asks, momentarily confused by the question until she sees Bones eyeing the leather jacket. "Yeah, that was hers. You recognize it?" The pile shifted unceremoniously, she tugs the chair away from the wall a little. "If you want to sit, we can..." Move this chair. And by we, she means him, since now she stands beside it without doing anything useful other than smiling nicely. He doesn't turn to Vienne right away, instead eyeing the jacket for a few seconds of still contemplation. It's carefully lifting from it's hook, and brought up near his face for a few light sniffs. Perhaps a bit insensitive to it's missing convict owner, but at least he stops short of a full deep huff. "Still smells like her." There's a smirk of satisfaction on his face as he makes his assesment, putting the coat right back on the rack next to his own before slipping his hands into his pockets and heading into the room. "Sure! I'd love to hang for a few. Maybe I'll get lucky and the winds will die down eh?" He's oblivious to her offering of chair, fully convinced she had cleared it for herself. Instead, he tugs over a sturdy looking trunk to sit wide-stanced and relaxed, elbows on his knees. "I like Oswinth. He's uhh, kinda sparkly y'know? And he ain't so friggen big. I still ain't used to dragons. They freak me out a little." She might lift an eyebrow to have this wild man literally sniffing at her belongings, but she wears a wry little smile when she remarks, "I know." However, when he drops to sit on the trunk, Vienne gives that spare chair a dirty look and a quick shove back into place like that's what it deserves for whatever it's done. The clothes are dumped back on it. At least mention of her lifemate has the bluerider smiling again and she returns the short distance to less offensive chair, dropping into it, jacket and all. "I think he's gorgeous but I know I'm a little bias. You haven't been at the Weyr all that long then?" She cants her head, letting her glance skim over the man sitting before her. A satisfied grumbling sigh leaves the old sailor as he interlaces his fingers and then send his thick arms up in a stretch, his shoulders rolling to work out some of the stiffness that the heavy cloak always put in him. "Nah I'm pretty new stil. Just barely missed getting booted out of the weyr before I ended up snagging that greenhouse gig. I'm lucky, it's like the only place that stays warm. Plus it keeps me outta sight, so I don't scare nobody y'know? Hehe!" He smiles as he looks to the floor between his feet, rubbing at the back of his neck beneath the heavy hair. "You got ain't any klah around, do ya?" "I thought you didn't care what people think," Vienne reminds him when he brings up how he might scare people. She grins at him from her slump in the chair, teeth catching her lower lip over all the question she might like to ask. They're waiting there, unvoiced. Before any of them have a chance to escape, he's asking after klah and the little bluerider sits up straight again, ready to be of service. "Yeah," she says with a quick nod, shucking her jacket off to leave it in the chair, scarf and hat as well. She gets up to tend to that, to load the pot and set it over the fire, but not without looking back at Bones. "You're uncomfortable." It's a quiet observation, no remonstrance for the way he's been fidgeting and staring at his feet. Eyes only trail upward from the floor when she throws that challenging half-question at him, and he looks briefly surprised before smile flares out again. "I don't care what most people think. If somebody gets on my good side, I figure I at least owe 'em enough respect not to make life too difficult for em." Spine is straightened out just a touch now, actually keeping his eyes on the girl as she postulates further. "I ain't uncomfy. Just seen some damage over the years, always gotta make sure my joints work right after usin' em y'know?" New smile is tight lipped, a little warmer. "Jo's the lady I toldja bout. The one who snagged herself a hunky bronze? Man that dude's awesome. I'd fuck that dude." Smile opens up a bit at Z'ian's mention, but closes again. She smiles back at him for his explanation, a bit of relief in it to know that any discomfort he has isn't her own doing. "It won't take long," she says of the klah. "It's a small pot." She returns, but only to sit on the arm of her chair, as if somehow that's markedly closer to the hearth and the klah she'll be jumping up for in due time. At least she's a little taller than Bones from that vantage. But her brow furrows a little bit as he starts to talk about Jo. "So she and you..." She doesn't seem surprised, really, but she is musing over this. However, the description of this new guy on the scene has the bluerider laughing again, brighter now and not at all put off by the language. "Who's the guy?" She arches an eyebrow at Bones, teasing for his own interest in the nameless bronzerider. A hand is held up quick, some of the hard white callouses on his palm and knuckles visible even in the dim light. "Oh no no..." he starts with a little sideways shake of the outstretched hand before it ends up dangling between his legs with his elbow resting on his knees. "There was some kissin', some ass grabbin', but we didn't do the deed. Turns out? I got no clue how to seal the deal without booze in me! Ha!" Or a mating flight clouding his judgement, but wasn't that about the same thing? "Now this is starting to feel like gossip or somethin'. Hope I ain't gonna piss anyone off mentionin' names. The dude's Z'ian. Met him?" Vienne presses her lips tight at that description, though a smile remains around the edges. "So you've had a long, drunken life, then," she gets out quite dryly before the smirk slips back into place, lasting until Z'ian's name is mentioned. "Yeah, I've met him," she replies with a touch of surprise. "He's helped me out a few times. And I've really only met him a few times so..." So that probably says something. "He's nice." Her lips pinch closed again and now her eyes move over Bones, wondering. "So you have a thing for her. For Jo." "Very long, and very drunk. Yup." He moves to clear some hair from the sides of his face, his previous slouching having framed his cheeks with the dark locks. Now, his face is more open, and the thick dreads rest like a lion's mane as she queries him further. "Questions questions questions. Don't think I've ever felt so interesting before. How about I trade you some, you're interesting too y'know?" Regardless of her answer, he moves to clear things up about him and Jo as best he can. "I got a thing for her as much as I got a thing for you." He mutters it so casually that the words aren't properly scanned for context. Even Bones can realize how that might sound, and once again his palm is offered front-first, this time with it's twin. "That's not to say I'm fixin' to drag you over to the bed or nothin'! Just that pretty girls that ain't put off by the ink and the voice? That's my type. Jos a sexy little peice that struts around in skin-tight leathers and ain't shy with her hands. Who doesn't have a thing for chicks like that eh?" There's a grin at his description, but it fades sharply. "Not that I'm callin' her an easy slag or anything, I'm just sayin'..." he laughs and drops his forehead into a palm, smiling big at his own follies. "Okay, NOW maybe I'm uncomfortable. Shit, I ain't good at this kinda talk." The hand that isn't cradling his face motions to her. "Quick, help me out. Talk about something awkward. Childhood fears. Losing your virginity. Throw me a line." It's when he moves that hair away that Vienne's eyes grow just a smidge wider, as if the glimpse of his actual face is unexpected. Perhaps it's just the realization that there is a face under there and she has little idea what it look like. But his chiding cracks her smile again. "I didn't ask any questions," she points out, her chuckle amost silent. But yes, it's probably good that he raises his hands and explains himself, because comparing his thing for Jo to his anythng to do with her, what with the aforementioned butt-grabbing, does have the little bluerider looking duly surprised, all big blinking eyes and very little mouth; it's all but disappeared with the pinch of her lips. Thankfully, his description of Jo seems to relax her a good deal and rather than linger over comparisons, she nods emphatically, her eyes round in dramatic agreement rather than shock. "She looks amazing," Vienne replies. "I had her give me the name of the man who makes her pants. I want some. But I know I'll never look the way she does." It's the kind of self effacing comment that is completely unrealized, her intention all compliment for Jo rather than disparaging herself. However, she doesn't throw Bones that line he's begging for, enjoying his discomfort a bit too much. "You know, not to say she's easy either but... I don't know that she strikes me as the kind of girl who... settles down quickly. You probably still have a shot." Slowly gets over his embarassment as Vienne agrees on Jo's looks, feeling a touch more comfortable as they find common ground in Jo's good looks. That might explain why she kept the jacket. "Settle down?" There's a touch of smirk at the edge of Bones' mouth now. "Haha, I think I know what your problem is." She had a problem? "I think maybe you're expecting there to be more to me than there is." Despite the words, the smile on his face is toothless and warm once again. He's flattered, more than anything. "I don't much care if Jo find herself a whole harem, y'know? I'm just ticked that I gotta know the dude, 'cuz that means I'm gonna end up comparin' myself. I'm a laid back dude, but c'mon now, nobody's made'a stone. I get a little jealous." He pushes himself up to his feet now, making his way towards Vienne, once again towering above her. "And man, envy is a bitch. Y'know it's childish shit but that don't make it slip away." As he makes his way to her side, he puts a hand on her shoulder, and motions towards the klah. "Think it's done?" Her problem? There's that surprise again, though this time Vienne is a bit more impressed by it, amused, and her mouth falls open in a bit of mock dismay that has way too much smile in it to be believable. "But that's what I'm saying," she corrects, assuming she knows what he thinks her problem is, even if he never does get it out. "She doesn't strike me as someone who only wants one person. So if she's with Z'ian, that might not mean she's off the market. She could see both of you. And you'd have no reason to compare because he wouldn't be getting anything you..." Except she kind of loses heart in the middle of this speech. Her eyes drag away from Bones to skim the empty walls. "Maybe you just need more to drink." And it's when she gets to that last word, in time with his reminder, that she jumps up to fetch the klah. "I don't have milk," she points out. "Do you take sweetener?" He has to stifle a laugh at her distressed look, keeping it to a bright smile and waiting for her to finish her little rant. When her face falls, so does his. "Just pure klah is fine." Voice is a little softer now, not somber but certainly more calm. "Getting girls used to be reaaal simple. She'd be hammered, I'd be hammered, and I'd just... y'know." He isn't sure how to describe his pickup skills, giving a shrug of his shoulders for the silence. "Few hours of sweating and grunting later? Everybody's happy. Now, trying to be decent guy, and sober?" He blows air through puffed cheeks nad shakes his head. "Don't got a clue. I'm startin' from scratch." He has a far away look in his eyes for a moment, before standing up straighter and turning to her. "Oh and you're wrong by the way." A finger points up at her chin, then down to her toes, and back up again. "No disrespect? But you got a lot to work with there. You get pants like Jo and I promise you, you'll turn some heads, girl." He gives the softest of shoves to her shoulder, only pure compliment intended. She finds some mugs and pours the klah, her own getting a touch of sweetener, but when Vienne returns to sink into her chair, she finds Bones standing, and so she stands as well, handing his mug over. "I don't think I have any advice for you. I..." she pauses there to shake her head and covers whatever she was going to say with, "I'm not an expert in picking up girls." She blows a little over the top of her mug. Except his pointed finger and the comments that come with it have her looking downright shy. "Um, thank you," she manages before a flustered laugh kicks in. She receives that softest of shoves with her chin tucked low. "Are you... hitting on me?" She sounds rather bashfully confused more than anything else. Bones gives an almost lecherous groan of anticipation as he picks up the offered klah, somewhat belying his addiction to the caffinated drink. He's not so desperate for it that he brings it right to his lips however, mimicking Vienne in the subtle blowing of air across it's surface. Soft chuckles follow in her admission of not having any advice, but it's that last question that has Bones pausing and giving a blink. "... I wasn't." The pause gave him time to double check, but he takes the opportunity of her tucking her chin to give her another look up and down. "... was I?" He was actually asking her, with a hand once again rubbing at the back of his neck. "I was just tryin' to letcha know that you're damn pretty." At least he's uncertain too! Vienne is put at ease by that realization, enough that she smirks at him, albeit with some of that bashfulness still clinging on. "Well, how should I know?" she adds a little extra apprehension, just for comic effect. "You're the one who said you're terrible at it. You could be trying and missing. Or not trying and succeeding." She even throws a hand up, like it's all too much for her. Except she also chuckles afterwards, which softens the whole display. And then that waving hand of hers reaches up toward his face and takes ahold of some hair, probably beard, to tug gently. "Stoop," she instructs primly. He nervously chuckles along with the bluerider, not entirely sure how to respond to her hypotheticals other than with his usual smile, pausing in between to blow the coolest air he could manage across his klah mug. Just as he thinks the moment is passed, a clump of his beard is snagged. What's he going to do, say no? "Aww don't slap me now, already got tagged at the party remember?" His words are confidant, but judging by the low tone he's not certain if that's the impending outcome. "Be gentle." And so if he'll do her the favor of leaning aaaaaall the way down, Vienne can do her best to land a peck on his cheek -- perhaps closer to his eye than might be normal but honestly, there isn't much skin among all that crazy hair. "You're very sweet," she tells him quietly, releasing his beard from her grasp so he can straighten up again. "I'm sorry we got separated at the party. So many people. I think Ainslee will forgive you, though. For..." Well, he was there. He knows what he did. "Not sweet. Just honest." He gives her one more look up and down, making up for the guilt he felt at sneaking the earlier one by letting her watch him size her up this time. It isn't fair to pretend to be a prince charming when you really aren't, after all. "I might get her a gift to apologize." He finally braves a sip of his klah, peering out at her over the top of the mug, at least meeting her eyes this time. "Can I ask you a little favor?" He glances out towards where they came in, ears picking up a bit of low whistle that makes clear the still vicious wind. "Can I just.. get a quick nap in on your floor for an hour or two? Y'know, with my coat in a corner or somethin'? I uhhh, ain't lookin too forward to goin' back out there." This time when he looks her up and down so very blantantly, it's Vienne's turn to give him a shove, not the softest ever, at least from her perspective, but it's a feeble thing on the other end. She grins, though, and her brows pop up solicitiously when he requests a favor. And she's surprised by what that favor is, blinking a bit, her chin pulled in. "Yeah... Sure..." It's not that she's uncertain about allowing it, it's that she's too busy now looking around for anything else to offer him. "I'll get you a pillow. I was just going... sit and read." So he can have a pillow and nap under his coat, and Vienne can sit by the fire with a very unusual visitor at her feet. She's bemused, but game. |
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Comments on "Logs:Sniff"Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Feb 2013 21:02:38 GMT.
Somehow Vienne knows more about Z'ian's personal life than most people do without ever talking to him about it. How is this? XD
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Feb 2013 22:01:23 GMT.
Bones is a true stray, through and through. xD This was such a cute scene.
Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 20 Feb 2013 02:01:51 GMT.
Next time Jo's leaving a smelly boot! hehe, sniffing her old jacket. XD
Enjoyed the scene!
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