Logs:The Switch
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| RL Date: 1 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis swap's R'hin's wine, R'hin has a laugh at her expense. |
| Where: Homestead built for two Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 12, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Steady, today's snowfall sticks, creating dunes on the bowl floor. |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| There is no such thing as a wine fairy on Pern, this is an absolute if somewhat depressing fact. What Pern does have, or more specifically what the Wingleader of Savannah has is an apprentice who from time to time makes bottles appear and disappear. Usually the first rather than the second, but accidents do happen from time to time. Edyis would blame it on the new fashion torture device she stuffed herself into but really a stay doesn't affect hand eye coordination. Regardless it's early in the evening when two bottles of Benden Red meet an untimely demise, and quick thinking has the overabundance of cooking wine in two empty bottles, to be hidden at the back of the wine pantry - only until she has the chance to get them replaced with the real thing. How far against the door lock and into the weyr she gets - well. While the ledge is empty enough to allow Edyis' egress, it doesn't mean the place is entirely unpopulated. Still, while the lock on R'hin's side of the weyr proves difficult, but not unattainable for some as determined as the scribe (and no doubt in good part to the lessons she's been getting). The click is satisfying enough, and it's dark enough inside -- though she's familiar with where the glowbaskets are enough to unshutter them. Were she not so concerned about someone possibly being home. Edyis probably would have given a victory yelp at this point. Instead she snags the basket closest to the door, venting the shutters only slightly giving her eyes a few moments shut to adjust to the dark. It's only when she's sure the room is either empty or mostly empty, that she moves, quietly with slow and deliberate steps toward the cabinet, alert for any sign of life. It certainly feels empty, and her path towards the cabinet proceeds unimpeded. Victory, indeed. The cabinet's latched but not locked, so easy enough to begin her work. It'd be almost easy to miss the faint scrape of talons against the ledge outside, though the thud of boots landing might be somewhat more noticeable. SHIT. The thought comes unbidden. It's seconds she puts the bottles in their place, carefully quietly but oh so quickly shutting the cabinet door before she's on her belly crawling under the bed, shuttering the basket and realizing that she's dragged it with her. Now one should never go under a bronzerider's bed even in the best of circumstances, this is a lesson Edyis is learning the difficult way as she watches dust wherries scatter with a scowl, getting as far under the bed as she can manage in the corset ensemble which surprisingly eases the process since everything's nicely constricted. She pokes something lacy and unidentified and notices several similar objects, taking only a moment before she starts to swear internally. Women's underthings. Wonderful. She's stuck under the bed with a pile of women's underthings and rabid dust wherries. There's the click of the lock, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, some muttered swearing, and the slam of the door. Apparently someone's used to wandering around in the dark, since he doesn't bother to reach for the shutter. More thumps -- the shedding of boots -- are audible, along with some other bits of clothing, as the figure makes a beeline for the bed, slouching onto it with an exhale of breath. Silence, for perhaps the space of five heartbeats, and... the bed starts to shake, almost rhythmically. There's a grunt or two, as well. What... he couldn't be, could he? Can you stuff your ears with a bra? This is the first thought that crosses the young scribe's mind as she comes quite rapidly to the realization that she is trapped, and either someone knows she's here and is messing with her - or R'hin's love life is much sadder than the underwear under the bed might suggest. Eyes squeezed shut and ears covered, though it might cause the glow basket to scrape ever so slightly against the stone. I'm not here and this is not happening. It's a test. It's a horrible terrible test right? It doesn't seem like a test at first, at least not with the increase in groaning. It's seriously awkward, and then: "Oh, Edyis!" Yeah. That? Her skull cracks against the frame of the bed the basket scatters, glows rolling every which way. He can only keep it up so long, in every sense of the word. There's a last, loud groan (just after those glows go everywhere), and a moment of silence, and then a pair of eyes appear as he leans down over the edge of the bed. Pale eyes are amused, and he's definitely laughing at her expense: "If you wanted to join me, you just had to ask." R'hin's fully clothed, stretching back out on the bed once he's finished peering at the occupant underneath. "You are a horrible, horrible human being I hope you know that." Eyes tearing up as she rubs the back of her skull, trying now to worm her way out from under the bed, and bringing debris with her. "I give up, you are far more clever than me." Blushing something furious, which is a feat in itself given her skin tone so naturally the next question is; "You weren't supposed to be back yet, what gave me away?" Eyes still tearing up from the pain of the bonk to her head. You could have just said you knew." R'hin says, pale eyes flickering over her with definite amusement at her state -- both the blushing and the dusty nature of her. "What I don't know is what you were doing." And there seems to be a level of expectation in his look, as he swings his feet to rest on the floor. "Cleaning out the underside of your bed, didn't you notice?" Once she's free and on her feet, dusting herself off. "I came to see if you had any new reports on Tillek. I figured it would be easier to skim them myself than to ask you for a copy." Yes Edyis is still blushing furiously and glaring. Then she's turning pad over to the couch and unshutters the glows, plopping down on the piece of furniture with fuming irritation. "It seems I'm still making rookie mistakes. You'd have known even if I hadn't hit my head wouldn't you?" "And such a nice job of it you did. I should hire you on a weekly basis." Except the long look R'hin gives her suggests he doesn't believe that particular excuse, nor possibly the next, either. "Easier to find a rider for a lift, break into my weyr, and hide under the bed than asking me?" With a snort, he shakes his head. He pushes up from the bed, striding over in her direction, but veers towards the cabinet. "Want to try again?" The knowing grin he throws over his shoulder suggests an affirmative to her latter guess. "More fun that way, up until the end where I may die of a concussion in my sleep tonight." She gives him a rare scowl. "Really I should have just stopped you at the damn grunting. There were too many lacy things under your bed to suggest that you ever -" She gestures vaguely. "True," R'hin concedes, with a brief pause, "I do feel in some small way responsible for that." A very small way, though. There's the splash of liquid hitting glass, and he walks over to offer her the glass -- something white, to judge by the color. "Could take you to a healer," he says, without enthusiasm, "But then you'd have to explain how it happened--?" he's grinning down at her again in that knowing way. "I can just keep you up instead. I've got plenty of nooks and crannies that could be cleaned." "Oliwer doesn't ask too many questions, since he handles my training injuries." She just eyes him at mention of staying awake. "Right - because after seeing what's under your bed I really want to know what's in your closet, I could always say It happened in a fit of passion, which is near enough the truth. People seem to think I'm sleeping with you anyway." More skull rubbing. His brow furrows, briefly. "You really should see Madilla. She's very discrete." And R'hin-approved, apparently. Once she takes hold of the drink, he retreats towards the hearth, bending down and setting to work getting a fire started. "Do they?" he seems amused, tossing a glance at her over his shoulder. "Does that bother you?" "I'm used to people thinking I've slept with one person or another, how much it bothers me depends on the person asking. It still surprises me sometimes I guess although it shouldn't considering I've cultivated that reputation on my own, doesn't really matter I've never slept with someone before in my life. I flirt like I have." Taking a small sip, of the liquid with a sigh, "I think I may in the morning. I like Madilla, probably wouldn't hurt to see her for the training injuries either, G'laer is the one who insisted on Oliwer, though Jadzia is the one that took over the extra keep up sessions between Alida's. Probably by this time next turn I'll have enough proficiency to start training with Savannah on what you want me to learn." "I wouldn't take it personally. It's a weyr; people just assume." R'hin's focused on the task at hand, getting a small flame to flicker over the wood, leaning in to coax it to life. Once down, he turns to look at Edyis, with a faint furrow of brow. "If training is that bad that he's insisting you go and see a healer every time, then he's not the trainer for you. Besides, I thought Alida was training you? How many hours a seven are you doing?" "Alida can do once a seven, Jadzia handles two more. Few hours " She hand waves the math, he's seen the bruises right? "Alida suggested the extra sparring to keep things sharp. Oliwer was suggested to keep things discrete since I didn't want to have to explain to people why a scribe was doing serious self-defense training. You should know by now if I do a thing I do my best with it." She explains, kicking off her boots and tucking her feet beneath her. There's a brief grunt from R'hin, half self-directed ruefulness, half amusement. "Alida's discrete," and then as he stands, "Yes, I'm starting to notice that about you." Pride? Resignation? The expression is fleeting in any event. "Is that why you're wearing that torture device?" He must be referring to her current attire, if the gesture of his hand is any indication. Edyis furrows her brow a moment and then she glances down at the corset, the thing that has her posture near perfect and things pushed into place. "Oh, this I made a bet with one of the laundresses, I half suspected you were behind the suggestion. Told her I'd pay for a pair of kid gloves if she came up with an outfit that was both practical and could stop a man in his tracks without being overdone." She shrugs. "Given that reaction I'd say I've won that wager. Then again I probably should have asked Bristia to show me how one is laced properly." With a snort, R'hin seems keen to deny any involvement. "Anyone can stuff themselves into a dress. The skills I'm interested in you learning are more unique and useful. I'm amazed you could even bend to break into my weyr in that thing." With a sudden grin as she mentions Bristia, he concedes: "Unlacing it is much more fun than lacing. Saindyth's landing now, if you want to go track her down." Edyis nods, downing the last of her drink. "Well - I can honestly say, not one of my better choices. Stupid wager cost me more marks to win, think I could talk her into a trip to Benden as well, marks are better spent on wine than clothes." she sets the glass aside pulling on her boots, which takes a grunt, in the torture device. R'hin's, "When you're done playing girls, I'll catch you up on Tillek," serves for his parting shot, as he goes to collect his discarded flight gear. |
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Azaylia (21:59, 2 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
R'hin is the worst. And the best. He is west. Borst. R'hin is borst and I found his particular method of torture pretty damn funny. xD
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