Logs:Trouble With Girls
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| RL Date: 18 February, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, K'del, Tiziano |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tiziano is awkward and scared of girls. Brieli recruits him to Stand anyway. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 1, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings. Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. Afternoon has hit High Reaches Weyr. As the weather outside seems to be particularly terrible, there are more individuals inside than normal. Tiziano is no different. However, in his case, he's gearing up to go outside. Not a huge fan of wind and snow pelting him in the face, the teenager is taking great pains to pack on the layers before venturing outside. Hat and gloves are on, extra pair of pants, tunic, sweater, another sweater. Now comes a decent sized jacket. Already overheating, the young man still is not quite finished. His arms no longer have the maneuverability they once did (but he's warm, dangit!), Tiziano attempts to grab at his boots which rest next to a near by table. Picking them up is no issue, however the problem arrises once the lad tries to reach down his long legs and pull the feet coverings on. A few well placed kicks get them on more or less. Lacing them up, however, is deemed impossible. "Uuuugggghhh! Come ON!" Left foot is kicked all around, arms reaching for the laces that just stay inches away from fingertips. "Stupid snow, stupid cold, stupid letter that needs to be delivered!" The eternal struggle commences. K'del, making his way in from the snowy, miserable outdoors, is not too far from Tiziano as the young man begins to struggle. Though he is certainly dressed for the cold, he's got nowhere near as many layers on; indeed, after shrugging off his jacket, and shoving his gloves and hat into the pockets of it, he's quite ready to move on-- except that he's distracted by Tiziano's plight. A moment's consideration evidently decides him; with one, long stride, he crosses towards the younger man, pulling up short beside him to ask, "Need a hand?" A voice startles the messenger, causing Tiziano to jump and relinquish the hard earned fight to get one lace in hand. He spins about with some difficulty to face K'del. "A hand?" Takes a moment for his brain to catch up. "Oh! Oh. Yes! Wait. No. Um." Pause. "Maybe?" He scans the dragonrider for a moment, eyes zipping towards the exit into the bowl. "Did you just come in from out there? Cause if you did, I gotta know... how bad is it? Like on a scale of one to ten. One being a beautiful, sunny day and ten being blizzard-like conditions and I'll probably die if I head outside?" He's all too hopeful as he waits for any sort of answer from K'del. With some effort, Tiziano rips the hat off of his head. Sweat already pouring down from his hairline. It's pretty gross. "Cause dude, not gonna lie, if it's past seven, the stupid message can wait." Grumble. "It's--" K'del hesitates, glancing towards the passage that leads outside, then back at Tiziano. "Pretty bad, I guess. Who're you trying to deliver it to?" Certainly, his cheeks are pink from the cold, having yet to warm up, and he seems to be flexing his fingers bcak and forth with some intensity, regaining circulation. "Let's just say I don't intend to go back out there for a couple of hours, at least." His mouth twitches with a suppressed smile, but his eyes, at least, seem to give some indication of sympathy. How bad is it? There's a few people that straggle in from the bowl that might give one a hint; snow-covered and cold-looking, they leave little white piles to melt at the entrance to the caverns. One is hooded and red-and-white until it shakes and stomps off the white and de-cloaks, revealing perfect dark curls protected from the elements, an expression that's less-than-pleased despite the fact that nothing's been mussed. Brieli was just out there too, and from the air about her, she might agree with K'del... if she and K'del actually agree on anything. "Pretty bad is bad enough for me!" Tiziano says gleefully, happily kicking off one of the two offending boots and sending it flying. Luckily, it hits no one, but the boy does look sheepish for all of two seconds before he does the same thing with the other boot. Jacket, sweater and extra sweater, gloves, all that jazz is removed and thrown onto a table in a pile. Working on the extra pair of pants now, all while not removing both and embarrassing himself in front of everyone in the Living Caverns. "Some small cothold not too far outside of the Weyr's borders. Wanted some sorta update of the... y'know, goings on. Or some such. I didn't actually read it. Not supposed to. Usually." Ahem. K'del seems genuinely faintly perturbed by Tiziano's apparent intention to disrobe completely in the living caverns-- or perhaps it's just the amount of clothes he's got to take off. He takes half a step back, perhaps to make sure he can avoid any clothes or boots that might be sent in his direction, and crosses his arms in front of him. It's as he does that that he spies Brieli out of the corner of his eye, rapidly pulling his gaze away from her, and back towards Tiziano. "In this weather? I certainly wouldn't want to send you out. Reckon it can wait. Not like anything much is happening at the moment." His smile is bland. Brieli is like a bad penny. No matter what you do, she just keeps turning up. Or maybe it's the fact that there's a young man stripping down (almost) in the middle of the living cavern that draws her and her attention both; tartly, on her way past, "Not supposed to ever." She heard that, Tiziano. What if she wrote that message? That might be the reason for the glare, though she doesn't contradict K'del, or glare at him. In fact, she'll offer an easy smile before continuing on to the mugs and pitchers. "Exactly it can wait! S'bloody mess outside." Not that Tiziano has been out there yet, but he's running with it. "That's a good enough excuse for me. What's another day for a boring message anyway?" It's like he's trying to convince himself. "Thanks, um," Still being new to the Weyr, Tiziano isn't a master of names and faces just yet. Even important faces seem to escape him. "Sir!" Safe enough to use. He's about to say more, probably just inane chatter, but his lips are zipped almost INSTANTLY the moment Brieli speaks. His face loses all color and mouth hangs open quite stupidly. No words leave his mouth, just a wheezy and undignified squeak. Very unmanly. He shakes his head, then nods his head, only to shake again not quite knowing the correct answer as he creepily stared at the goldrider. Tiziano may have been the one to receive that glare, but K'del seems equally disquieted: smiles are creepy, man. His head turns, watching her go, but there's a sharper line to his shoulders, now, and a very serious expression on her face. "And that," he says, "is why we always talk as diplomatically as we possibly can, eh?" At least, when he glances back at Tiziano, he seems sympathetic. "Death-stare, that one. Like she can kill you in an instant. Maybe you better go apologise, assure her you don't read your messages." The goldrider isn't that creepy, really. Brieli's height probably doesn't help with the intimidating thing, but she doesn't seem too horrible otherwise. She's just getting a mug of klah to warm her hands, chatting pleasantly with some of the kitchen staff working at the serving tables - some people like her - undoing her coat now that she's finally warmed up. And her attention finally turns back towards the bronzerider and messenger, though she's not glaring at least. She is coming back over though. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tiziano nods once more. Always with the nodding. "I'll... I'll go an apologiz--waitno!" He's back to shaking his head now, though with quite a bit of enthusiasm. If he could, he'd crawl into K'del's arms and swoon. Instead, the messenger just zips around the bronzerider and peeks around him to glance over at where the weyrwoman went. "I can't!" He whispers loudly, so hopefully only K'del can hear. "She's a... a girl!" As if being female is some sort of disease. "Girls are all... scary." Cue just a little bit of hyperventilating from the teenager. "Could you do it? For me? Just say I'm sorry. And, and, and... that she looks pretty and her butt in no way looks fat in her pants. Girls dig that, right? Not looking fat?" Now, K'del gives Tiziano a look of complete and utter disbelief. "She's a Weyrwoman, and she's not exactly my biggest fan-- you're going to have to do this one on your own. Look, she's coming back over. Just be genuine." Even the tone of his voice makes it sound like he'd like to facepalm right about now: teenage boys! Save us all. Reaching to nudge Tiziano, he adds, "I'll be right here. Just be nice." Beat. Then, slightly louder, "Brieli. Afternoon." Arching fine brows high as the young man hides behind the bronzerider, Brieli holds her mug in both hands as she approaches; her head tilts to one side as she regards Tiziano for a moment, then K'del. There's something of a question in her gaze, but she doesn't ask - especially given the facepalm tone. "Afternoon, K'del. I hope the new turn's treating you well. Keeping... interesting company." Sipping from her mug, she peers at the messenger again. She's not herself that far out of her teens... but there's absolutely no sympathy. Girls. "Oh Faranth, that's even worse." Tiziano is in full on hyperventilation. Wheeze in, wheeze out, wheeze in. "She's the one, the one that I was told could break guys like a twig!" There a moment where the messenger debates running outside, blizzard or no blizzard, but surely his man card would be revoked. Back is straightened, shoulders are set, and Tiziano takes a deep breath as he takes a step away from the bronzerider and towards Brieli. He stares at the Weyrwoman, pure panic settling in. Then, without thinking really, the teenage boy practically screams out, "I'M SORRY YOU'RE NOT FAT, MA'AM." and then dies. Okay not really. But he goes back to staring, appearing rather horrified at what was just uttered. Before K'del has the opportunity to answer Brieli, Tiziano is barrelling right down into-- the bronzerider doesn't seem to know where to look, or what to say, and his expression is caught distinctly between being appalled... and breaking into the smile that would surely accompany laughter, if he let it. "I, uh, think we may need to... try this again. What do you think--" That pause is probably where he'd add Tiziano's name, if only he knew it. Instead, he ends up looking awkward. There's a long moment where Brieli just stares at Tiziano, dark eyes gone wide. It's not the panicked stare of the younger man; it's just astonished. Brows climb higher and she looks over at K'del for some sort of cue, because she's clearly lost. Eventually, she turns back to the horrified messenger and tells him dryly, "I'm not. Sorry. That's sort of the point." That's got her back to herself enough for another sip from the steaming mug before asking K'del, in a letting-him-off-the-hook way, "Just met?" "O-o-o-of course!" Of course what? Tiziano doesn't even know. Now words are basically just spewing forth as vocal cords work without the consent of the brain. "Of course you're not fat. You're, you're, far from fat and I bet you are super healthy and totally hot that's what I was told by that one guy but maybe he didn't say that and I just made that up not that you aren't good looking but not that that is important." A look goes to K'del. The plea of 'help me' is rather apparent. The try again is agreed upon as Tiziano shuts his big trap and takes a deep, calming breath. "Hi," is squeaked out to both of the riders. "T-t-t-tiziano." Stammering some, it's the best the messenger can do at this point. Eyes go just to the goldrider and in a high-pitched tone he is able to get out, "I'm sorry." before lapsing back into silence. For now. There's nothing K'del can offer to Brieli by way of explanation, though there's an apology writte in his expression (which has got to be a first). "Just met," he confirms, a moment later, attempting to compose his expression when he turns it back on Tiziano. "Maybe we should... introduce you to girls a little more slowly. Or something. Why don't we start again, eh? It's nice to meet you, Tiziano. I'm K'del, and this is Brieli. We're pleased to make your acquaintance." Seeming entertained at the very least, Brieli just listens to Tiziano, nodding over her mug along the way as if he's making complete and total sense. Yes. Of course. That one guy. "Sorry for sometimes reading messages, I imagine? Apology accepted." She's gracious enough in that, at least - if leaning toward magnanimous. There's a diffident shrug for K'del - surely she must be used to this sort of thing - but she has to echo wryly, "Something. Was he-- Were you locked away?" That must be the only explanation, clearly. "Iesaryth's," she adds, perhaps unnecessarily. "Well met," Tiziano says, remembering his manners to some extent. "To, um, to both of you." He winces somewhat at the whole 'reading messages' thing, but only nods in response to the Weyrwoman. It takes some managing, but he is able to croak out a few words without sounding too much more like a moron. "N-no, ma'am. Holdbred. Only child." That should hopefully be enough of an explanation. Face beat red, Tiziano sends a look at the ground, mentally willing it to open up and swallow him whole. Alas. No such luck. "I, er, new here. At the Weyr. Thank you." A few steps are taken in K'del's direction. Whether the bronzerider likes it or not, Tiziano has mentally dubbed him 'safe'. K'del is safe, luckily for Tiziano. "It's fine," he says. "Remember what it was like when I first arrived at the Weyr-- it's overwhelming. You do get used to it - don't you, Brieli?" Even so, he seems to hesitate over something, studying Tiziano with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Surprised they assigned you a messenger role, though. Given..." He carefully doesn't finish that sentence. "Mustn't have been a very big Hold," Brieli murmurs, more to herself than Tiziano and K'del. She regards the new messenger steadily, which likely helps with that whole 'ground, please swallow me' thing, but at least she's wearing a faint smile. Or is that... a smirk. "I'm glad you weren't here for Taikrin's party," she tells him, before backing K'del up. "But yes, you do get used to it, after a time. Not so much the winter, but..." The last comment from the bronzerider arches her brows a touch, then she asks, "Do you like the work, Tiziano?" As if committing the name to memory. "I, I'm settling in well." Tiziano comments, giving a weak little grin. "Getting used to it. Got an aunt here, she, er, got me set up as a messenger. Figured since I got lots of energy and long legs, I could run messages." The teenager shuffles from foot to foot, looking back and forth between the two dragonriders. "The work? Of messengering?" He prides himself in only squeaking on a few of the words as he mulls over Brieli's question. "It's alright. Something to do. Minus when the weather is crummy, at least. Figure it's a job till I can figure out something better." "'Until you figure out something better'," repeats K'del - and then he laughs. "Shells, sounds like me. Let me guess: you have big ideas about yourself, and the amazing things you're going to do one day.I was a handyman, though, which is hilarious in retrospect, because it's not as though I was any good at it. But then I got Searched, and that changed everything." His words are more musing than concrete, as though he's still here only to keep Tiziano from doing anything completely stupid in front of Brieli - moral support! At least he's smiling, for once, as he glances in the goldrider's direction, and then back at the young man. "Ah, nepotism." Brieli doesn't seem all that offended by that, though her tone is dry. Quirking her lips a touch, "It seems to me, though, that there might be a few more qualifications than energy and long legs." She glances down at her own for a moment, as if she considers the idea of doing the job herself, then shudders. "Something to do," she echoes, before glancing K'del's way thoughtfully, taking a drink from her mug as she considers the bronzerider's words. With a slight smile before turning back to Tiziano, "You could stand for the clutch, if you liked. If that's something better. It might give you a chance to consider your options, at the very least? Chores tend to take you around the Weyr." It's a remarkably kind offer for the goldrider. Maybe she is being nicer this turn. "Well, maybe not big ideas." Tiziano states with a sly grin on his face. "Just wanna, y'know, save Pern and get the girl. All while looking more or less badass." Eyesbrows are waggled at K'del, as his fists go into his hip sockets and he strikes a pose. His balloon is deflated once he remembers he's in the presence of a female and goes back to being all sheepish and quiet. At least for a second. The next second, however, he's almost bursting at the seams after he hears Brieli's option of other things. "Whoa! Stand for the clutch? You mean the one on the sands? Like right now? On the sands RIGHT NOW?" Excitement vibrates off of the messenger, manifesting in the teenager bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Oh man, dude! Is that even possible? Can I, you think? Like for real?" Tiziano lets out a loud 'WHOOP' punching a fist in the air. "That'd be bloody awesome! I'd love that! What do I gotta do to get into a sweet gig like that?" It's such a kind offer from the goldrider that K'del seems completely unsure where to look, or even how too look. Who is this woman, and what has she done with Brieli? Luckily, Tiziano's answers are distracting, enough that he can decide on a smile, a genuine one. "Guess that'd be a yes," he remarks, very nearly lazy in his amusement, but nonetheless warm. "Her sayso is as much as you need. All you need do is report to the Headwoman, I guess." His gaze tracks back towards Brieli, watching her with wariness not entirely hidden behind his smile. For some reason, the messenger's not-so-big ideas have Brieli faintly entertained again, something easily enough missed given her general lack of expression and all the excitement of the moment - which, quite frankly, has the goldrider taken aback, dark eyes wide again. She's not really given to that sort of display of emotion. "Not... right now. Not right this minute on the sands, but you can be a candidate right now, I suppose?" If K'del looks unsure, Brieli is likewise uncertain - she's not used to anything like Tiziano, apparently. "As he said, if you agree - you just need to report to the Headwoman, yes. She or one of her assistants will fill you in on the rest. And you'll likely have chores. Perhaps not delivering messages, but..." Maybe that'll make the bronzerider a little less wary? "Excellent!" Tiziano quickly gathers his boots up which were flung away oh so long ago. "The Headwoman, you say? Kay, I can totally find her." Though the idea of needing to speak to another female does have the teenager sobering his enthusiasm some. "Duh, of course. Those eggs were only just clutched not too long ago. Guess they still need a while. Being a candidate would be great while I wait and figure out what to do!" Boots in one hand and grabbing up as many of his layers that were shed earlier as he can in the other, Tiziano is all set to be on his way. "Kay! Ready. I'll go and find the Headwoman right now and tell her I was told to find her and that I'm going to be a candidate!" Chest puffs out with pride. Or at least it would if his arms weren't full of clothing and in the way of said puffing. Turning on his heel, the messenger-turned-candidate takes off in some random direction to find said Headwoman. His abscence doesn't last long, though, soon he's back and bowing to both K'del and Brieli. "Thank you, um... for everything." All bashful now. D'awww. "You may," suggests K'del, "want to send that message back, so that someone else can get it delivered." His tone is mild. It's-- easier, to comment on that, rather than laugh, the way his expression suggests he might like to. There may even be nostalgia there. And something else. His gaze slips between one and the other and, finally, he says, "I came in here to get food. I'm-- going to go do that now, okay? Congratulations, Tiziano. Have a good afternoon, Brieli." Dryly, "A little while, yes." Brieli is still a little amazed by Tiziano and the way he spins like a top between clothes and topics and leaving and bowing. Blinking at the young-man-turned-candidate, she nods easily. "Of course. And yes-- maybe do that. With the message. Good luck." She flashes a smile as he heads off with his stuff, then glancing back K'del's way, "I... I'd rather not interrupt your lunch? But I have a proposal, when you have time. Just let me know." "Oh, right!" Tiziano had completely forgotten about the message. "I'll do that. Right away. Or after finding the Headwoman. Whichever." The teenager is everywhere all at once. Having said his final thanks, the lad really does take off, this time for real. Headed towards the inner caverns where he hopes to find the Headwoman. That reminder of Brieli's need to talk to him sets K'del's expression to serious once more; he seems uncomfortable with it, his gaze searching. "Of course," he agrees. "Perhaps I should come and visit you, somewhere more quiet. At-- some point." That is not now. Perhaps even never, though there's no indication of that in his expression... and there is a faint amount of curiosity. He seems-- more uncomfortable, now that Tiziano isn't there to distract. Perhaps that's why he starts walking almost immediately after he's finished talking, farewelling her with another quick nod. There's not much to indicate what Brieli has to talk about, but there's nothing that seems malevolent at least, in dark eyes or in her expression. She nods in return, not feeling the need to add much more to that - or perhaps, not wanting to add any more to disturb K'del further. Instead, she heads off in the opposite direction, likely off to make her rounds in the lower caverns. And maybe see if Tiziano dropped a trail of clothes on his way to the Headwoman's office. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 19 Feb 2013 00:14:17 GMT.
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Tiziano is a nut. XD Congratulations, anyway!
Ceawlin (Ceawlin (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 19 Feb 2013 00:19:55 GMT.
< Hilarious!
SO entertaining to read!!
Ainslee (Castandcrew (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 19 Feb 2013 00:28:31 GMT.
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This log is LOVE. Just. FYI.
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