Logs:Unexpected Scheduling
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| RL Date: 3 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: High Reaches residents gather to listen to the latest rumors about the newly arrived Igen gold. |
| Where: Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 12, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Nimae/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions |
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About as high up the bowl wall as it is possible to get before hitting clear sky, right up against the rim, this ledge is tiny, narrow and not terribly inviting. Though angled towards the sun, there's not enough room to properly stretch out, and that same angle ensures it receives the worst of bad weather, with no shelter whatsoever. From above, there's not even an obvious passage inside, as if this particular ledge is, in the end, nothing more than a natural outcropping. It's only from atop the ledge itself that the cleverly concealed entrance becomes clear, angled into the stone as it is. Inside, there's a cavernous space, more than making up for the stinginess of the ledge. There's one large main room, and a much smaller back room that could probably be used as a bedroom - if this weyr were in traditional usage. Instead, the main cavern is largely filled with a collection of mismatched tables and chairs. Towards the back, there's a bar made out of old, recycled wood, manned during peak hours; there's plenty of alcohol on display behind it, though most of it tends towards the cheaper end of the range. Old, but still impressive, hangings cover the walls, all depicting scenes of High Reaches in glory. The back room has been turned into a storage area, with several cases of whisky and a variety of other spirits ready and waiting. A strange pipe contraption comes through the ceiling and towards the stone floor, where a large bucket sits beneath it. A lever turns on water from the pipe: fresh rain or snow, ready for drinking. The one good thing about getting to the ex-weyr for gossip: at least it's not snowing, even if it is cold and icy and... dark, except for Timor and a smattering of stars. It's a wonder more riders and visitors haven't fallen off the tiny ledge or, for that matter, the Rim. At least Tela doesn't look rumpled by the time she actually, finally arrives, but there are all those other people and they have been talking for longer and they know things. Surely they do, don't they? Or pretend? With Leiventh settled rather comfortably in his normal position on the rim, it seems unlikely that his rider will be visiting tonight. Except, with a sudden movement, the bronze drops off the rim and descends to the bowl to meet his rider -- not so coincidentally when said rider's talking to (and standing beside) a brownrider. The pair part ways, and shortly thereafter Leiventh settles on the ledge for just long enough for his rider to dismount, kicking up flurries of snow in the sudden downdrafts of his wingbeats as he drops off to resume his watchful position on the rim's heights. It's only a light dusting of snow that R'hin brings with him as he steps into the lounge. It is possible, that the young woman stoking the fire is muttering something about stubborn males, but it's only certain that she is muttering and adding more fuel to the hearth that heats the place. Dark brown eyes are lifting at the Lounge's newest arrivals amid the rest who have taken refuge from the cold and gathered to gossip about the latest twist in events at the weyr. "Didn't expect to see you two tonight," Edyis observes as she makes her way back to the bar, dusting her hands off on the apron as she slips behind the counter to pull down fresh glasses and a bottle from it's hiding place beneath the counter. "Oh, hello!" Telavi glances over to greet Edyis when she's greeted, and pulls a moue; she's got her own winter gear stashed by now, but hasn't gotten very far with the talking. "Why not? Are you keeping track of us? Is there a..." she pauses meaningfully, brightly. "Schedule?" It takes several steps inside before R'hin sheds his flight jacket, slinging it casually over a couch as he passes by, like some sort of absent, future-placeholder. Tugging a hand through his hair, he comes up to Telavi's left shoulder, standing just, deliberately a step back as pale eyes settle on Edyis. "No?" he echoes his wingmates' tone with an easy followup, "Schedule. Mm. Think I tore that up the second I was handed the wing." Edyis considers Telavi a moment, lips pursing. "I tried keeping track, once. For about a week," removing the bottle's stopper and pouring something dark and spicy smelling into the glasses. "Then I realized that I couldn't do that and keep my sanity." Lifting her glass to her lips and quickly emptying it. A step back is safe, not that Tela startles much, and it does turn into a quick smile. "As you should." To Edyis, "But you said you didn't expect us," while watching that promising pouring. "Or is it that you never expect us? Never expect the unexpecte-- I forget how that goes, but today was unexpected." R'hin's brows are certainly going up at Edyis' statement of keeping track, but since her attention is on Telavi, and likewise, his attention wanders. Edyis has the glass, but she's left the bottle to the wiles of the intrepid bronzerider, reaching for it, quickly, lifting it to his nose, breathing in. "Does K'del know you're drinking his profits?" Not that he's saying he'll tell mind; he seems more amused than anything else. "If you never expect it, it is always unexpected." The former scribe replies, just to be contrary, at which point dark eyes focus rather intently at the man groping her bottle. "I'd drink out your entire wine cabinet before I would drink up K'del's profits. That particular bottle, however is my bribe the management bottle." "Say it's not so!" Telavi exclaims with mock horror, but she's quick to drop it, quick to turn to R'hin; evidently she's used to his groping other people's bottles, though, for she lifts amused brows and stays out of it. Not just groping, possessing her bottle. "Huh," is R'hin's reaction to Edyis' illumination of the bottle's purpose. Of course, then he feels compelled to take a gulp, because... well, R'hin. "Mm. Bribery aftertaste. So good." He tilts it towards Telavi, offering her some, too, while he glances over his shoulder, undoubtedly listening even if only for a moment or two to the Weyr's gossip at large. Eyeing him, she just huffs. "Go ahead, came from your liquor cabinet." Perhaps lying just for spite, or possibly the telling the truth. As she lifts the second of the poured glasses since the heathens are doing terrible things to her bottle. "I'd ask you what you both know, but likely you are both in here for the same reason I am." To listen. "Mmm, thank you." Telavi, not above sampling bribery-- and she takes her time with it, too. When she's done, skipping past the circumlocution, "Have you seen her? I was washing my hair," so couldn't just rush out and view. With a grunt (not really of surprise so much as acceptance), R'hin mutters, "Figured." He gives a tsk at Telavi's words, perhaps as much for her washing her hair rather than finding out; "I'm sure we all will, soon enough." And he eases in, and onto one of the bar stools. "One of Nimae's, though, so she bears watching. And you," back to Edyis, "Have been here all night. What's the latest rumor? Queen swapping? Clutches promised? Firstborns?" Edyis taps her fingers on the counter, "Mostly speculation without substance. Everything from a good will mission to Nimae's attempt to rid herself of extra competition. Hard to say what's true or not this early. Igen's last clutch was a strong one compared to Fort and Benden's, and Hraedhyth's last was of decent size and strength the little brown excepted. I imagine clutch swapping would only happen if she were to somehow rise during her stay." "Look," Telavi says to her wingleader with a truly imperious sniff, "It was already wet. It's long. It's not like yours." If she might have heard a rumor or few in those same baths, it's nothing she needs to relay now; rather, suddenly, she flashes a smile at the pair of them and walks off after no more than a pleased, realizing, "Oh." Look who just arrived. "Women know how to time these things." Clutches presumably, though R'hin's attention is over his shoulder, only twisting back after a minute. "Igen's blood isn't too bad. Already has some of High Reaches' in it," with a knowing sort of smile. "Could be worse. Could be Ista." If he's bemused at the abrupt departure it doesn't show, given he claims the bottle back from her quickly enough, though there's no attempt to use the glass Edyis has laid out. "Of that I've little doubt." She comments of timing, watching Telavi's departure with a furrow of her brow as she lifts the third glass, though this one she sips. "I don't mind sharing my ill-gotten gains but could you at least pretend to be civilized?" Before her eye twitches at mention of Ista. "Nimae has all but metaphorically castrated the boy she was left with as weyrleader. Is it possible she intends some payback? Or is it what it appears at face value?" With a chuckle, R'hin concedes, sort of, by setting the bottle back down on the bar. "Have to give me your source. And if your source is me, then high five to me." That he turns his body slightly sideways, the better to listen to the gossip behind them, is by no coincidence. "Given Nimae, it's just as likely to be both as either. Not our problem, though," he says, with a twitch of shoulders. "Is anything ever our problem?" She smirks, but grows thoughtful. "I am curious to see how Azaylia handles her though, given the difference in age, though whether in experience remains to be seen. She isn't used to a junior who does more than the minimum." Reaching for the bottle to fill the empty glass, before setting it down again. "To say nothing of Irianke's motivations or ambition. It would be easy enough to mistake Azaylia's good nature for weakness." R'hin gives an easy shrug, observing: "If the Weyrleaders didn't want her here, she wouldn't be here." So, from his perspective, not their problem. "Don't think she's used to a junior." Period. "She and Aishani never sat right. Still," he stares at the glass she's refilled for a moment, thoughtful: "Could be good for her, though. Someone who can understand her perspective. I guess we'll see." He pushes to his feet, grinning at Edyis. "Keep your ears open, mm?" He's apparently preparing to make the rounds. "Fair enough." She comments on the new junior, recapping the bottle and tucking it back to it's hiding spot. "Always," Edyis comments watching as he prepares to make his rounds, returning to her duties. |
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