Logs:What's in Waki's Notebook?
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| RL Date: 9 March, 2013 |
| Who: Nicky, Wakizian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nicky and Wakizian catch up at the end of what's been a long day to blow off some steam. |
| Where: Snowasis |
| When: Day 8, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Hana/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Kaeden/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. When the outdoors are so inhospitable with the miserable weather that rages there, where else will folks go for their kicks but the Snowasis? And so, the bar is heaving - though somehow, Nicky's managed to secure a booth. He's chilling in it now, with two mugs of hot cider on the table in front of him, one of which is set by the seat opposite, suggesting it's there for whoever he's expecting to join him. The teenaged candidate leans over his mug and inhales the scented steam rising from it, drumming his fingers against the side of the mug as he waits. Waki got the note left in the barracks to meet Nicky here at the end of the duty day, and so he does, indeed appear. He's changed into a light blue shirt, brown trousers, and black vest (a change from his usual more muted garb that was ruined by falling on his lunch plate). The clothes look as though they don't fit him just right, but blue's a good color on him. A fresh bruise is spread across the top of Waki's left cheek and the bruise flowers around his left eye. The swelling has been brought down substantially, but it doesn't look pleasant. "Hey Nick," Wakizian greets as he slides onto the seat opposite. His hands are on the cider, "This for me?" And he's gulping it. "Is this the hard stuff? I think I need a drink." After the day he's had. "Soft," Nicky says with a shrug of apology for not getting anything stronger. "But you could add to it, if you wanted?" Always an option! He looks at Wakizian's shiner with a shake of his head and a soft huffing breath, taking a drink from his own mug before commenting. "What happened, Waki? How'd I manage to miss that?" Of course, they both know it was missed because Nicky had to run off and help with a spooked runner, given he was on stables duty and all. "It wasn't Alida, was it? Because, um..." He bites down on his lip, frowning at the table. There could be a hint of anger there, somewhere! "If it was, you ought to maybe, um, r-report her." "Yeah, good point. Hold all those thoughts a tick." And with that Wakizian grabs his glass and navigates the room to strengthen the drink. He's back quickly enough, and now all attention is given over to the other candidate. "It happened just about the same time as those runners started making a fuss." He twists the mug in his hands, staring at it, expression lacking it's usual good humor, more annoyed than anything else. "It wasn't Alida." Beat. "It was Mave." He sighs heavily. "It was an accident, I think. But then when I asked her why she did what she did, she rambled off some stupid stuff about it being a lesson about being an ass. I wasn't even being an ass. I was being playful. You saw me. I didn't even touch her butt. Then you pulled the hides out of the same pocket, and you didn't get a bag of feed to the face. I can't figure her out. One second we're fine, she's my friend, everything's good. The next?" He indicates his face with his hand before he takes a long drink from his cider. "But this isn't about me. You've been trying to tell me stuff all day. So. Hana, the kiss. What else?" His interest is there, though he's clearly feeling a little chewed up today, and the focus of his confusion and frustration is one skinny, fifteen turn old. That it was Mave who could have hit Waki surprises Nicky. He purses his lips as he thinks it over, then snorts in amusement. The snort turns into a laugh - it's awkward and halting at first, then grows into something far looser, more relaxed. "Mave gave you a black eye!" He elbows his buddy in the ribs, setting his drink down so he can brush his hand through his hair. "And I got away with nearly touching her b-butt!" He's still amused by it all, and rides out the laugh until it tapers off on its own. It even makes talking about the Hana incident less uncomfortable for him - not that it was entirely uncomfortable to start with. "I sort of asked Hana if she'd go to the party with me, but she said no, and she kissed my cheek then walked off. That was it, really, but she made me promise her a dance." His cider mug is pulled towards him, and he grins lopsidedly down into it. "I want to, um, do something for her. For the dance. So she'll m-maybe want to dance with me more than anyone else... but I don't have a clue what girls like, 'specially not fancy ones, like her." "For the second time in my life, yes. Although the first was really more like two black eyes, since she got me square in the nose. I was lucky Healer Madilla's good at her craft. Set my nose like it never happened." A finger extends to rub along the side of his nose, a subconscious habit when referencing the old injury. "She did it when I was twelve. Just before I came to the Hall for the first time." Wakizian glowers for a moment when it's pointed out that Nicky got away with almost touching her butt and he got beaned for his attempt. "Guess she must have a crush on you." This comes out a little more growly than Waki intends and his face is hidden by the mug as he drains the other half of the drink. "Hana likes to dance. Do you dance well?" His brows knit thoughtfully, "If you're talking about a present, I'm not sure I'm the right one to ask. I don't make that many. Maybe something for her hair? Or jewelry?" Nicky's head hangs low. "I'm not the best dancer." His limbs are too long, his feet are too big, and his overall coordination is anything but good. "I'm going to end up standing on her toes." He sighs heavily, shoulders slumping as he slouches forward over his cider mug. "And I can't even make her a good present. I'm good with runnershoes and I can do some of that dainty stuff, but I can't afford the met--wait." He holds a finger up, waggling it in the air as his thought forms fully. "I've got an idea." Nicky reaches into his pocket, pulling out the papers he pinched from Mave's pocket earlier, and flipping them over until he finds a blank space big enough to start sketching in. He's also got graphite for drawing! Within a few seconds, he reveals what looks almost like a rose - some sort of flower, anyway. "I-I can make her that. And maybe, um, B-Bones can help me with some flowers." A grin spreads across Wakizian's face, "Hang on." And up he gets, returning moments later with another drink and one can bet it's not the soft stuff. Once settled back, he asks, "Now what was I saying?" A glance to the hides Nicky drew on reminds him and he stands again, fishing in his back pocket for a moment before producing a small sketch pad, only as large as the palm of his hand. "You, my friend," He begins as he sinks back into his chair, "-are doubly in luck. Firstly, I am a superb dancer." This isn't said as a brag, simply a statement of fact. "I can teach you." He flips into the book, skipping past many a design sketch and a few less design-y, more racey sketched images (Naked women! And their boooobs!). He stops on one that looks remarkably similar to the one Nicky sketched. "Secondly, I made something very similar about a month back as an apology to Healer Madilla. I still have the moulds I used for the petals in my workbox. So that'll save time." In the sketch, there's something complicated to the center of the rose and there's a line that shoots off to the side with the word glow? written there. "Think that's safe? Since Bones, you know, flirted with you? Would he want to help you get the girl?" It's a legitimate question. "Oh!" Well hey, wouldya look at that! Nicky runs a finger delicately over Wakizian's flower design so as not to smudge the linework, contemplating it. "Hrm. It's nice, but I dunno. Maybe I want to get her something more unique, rather than something that's the same as what someone else has? Can I look at the moulds? Maybe they'll come in handy." He doesn't sound entirely convinced, but he does take the sketchpad to flip back a number of pages until he comes across one particular boob-bearing sketch. He taps the page, then quickly moves his hand to tap somewhere else when he realises his finger was poking a, er, 'inappropriate' part of the sketched woman. "Th-that -" hello, blushing cheeks and stutter! "- l-looks like Mave. I-if she h-had no, um, c-clothes on..." Then his friend's making him blush even darker, and Nicky shakes his head. "He d-didn't. I-it wasn't f-f-flirting. I-it was... c-complim-menting. Th-that's all! He's n-not like that." Or so Nicky wants to think, anyway... even his protest doesn't sound entirely certain. So, he shifts attention back to naked ladies! Another page is flipped and he points as a dusky beauty. "B-Brieli. You d-drew B-Brieli." "I said you could use the moulds. Not the design, dope." The whole phrase is delivered with bromantic affection. "Petal moulds are pretty generic for any flower that has petals like that. You can take them and hammer them or stretch them into any shape you like. Besides, yours would be of different metals, and you can't use my glow-center, anyway. That's mine." Patent pending! "It'll shave some time off of making it. But you might think about making one of a thinner, lighter metal and putting it on one of those girly hair clips - the kind Ainslee could probably tell you about. You could combine it with a little colored glass for decoration. You'd only need fragments, and they're not valuable, so you could get them from the workroom. Peregrine could probably help you out." All that before the more important and pressing topic of boobs. Color touches Wakizian's cheeks, but not too much. After all, this is his best bud, and it's not like he's flashing the sketches (which are really very life-like). "Like Mave? You think?" The innocence is false. And it's obvious after he finds the picture of Brieli that his lies won't do him much good. "Well, keep flipping and you'll probably find one for every girl I've met. You should see the notebooks I've already filled up. They only became naked when I turned fourteen or so." He pauses. "Hana's in there." He confesses, then adds defensively, "Not that I've seen even half of these women naked. I just... Imagine. It's good inspiration for drawing. And a Smith who can draw is a Smith who can design and--" He's trying to rationalize it without the obvious: I'm a dude who likes naked girls. "Are you sure about Bones? Did you ask him, or...?" "You've got Hana in here?!" Nicky snatches the book for himself, quite uncharacteristically, really, and starts thumbing eagerly through the pages with his gaze flickering eagerly over each sketch as he tries to find the one he really wants to see. Going all the way forward and then aaall the way back can't seem to locate her, though, and he wrinkles his nose at Waki. "Where's the Hana one? Why're you drawing Hana - do you fancy her, too?" Because that would be... bad? There's no heat in the way Nicky asks it, though he does seem a touch disappointed. Crestfallen. He nudges the book back, slumping back against the chair. "Maybe I'll just get her a real flower. It'll take a lot of time to make her a hair-thingy, and she probably doesn't even like me, anyway." He shrugs, reaching for his cider. "She probably wants, like, a Lord Holder's son or something." The sip he's about to take is aborted rapidly when Wakizian again brings up a certain gardener. "No! Would you ask him?! No! I didn't and he didn't and he doesn't and even if he did I'm not like that and Faranth, Waki, drop it, alright?" Wakizian plucks up the notebook with a chuckle after Nicky's gone through it and back through it and made his demand (okay, question but they both know it's not going to be dropped until he shows it). "I draw all the girls. As long as I'm not related to them and they're attractive a bit. Otherwise I just draw-- er, their good features." He taps a finger on a passing sketch, indicating the breasts, or the feminine crux where thighs meet. I have Brieli in there, and I don't fancy her. I even have Alida." And that should say something. "Here." He finds the page and slides the notebook back over to Nicky. "I'd say you could keep that one, but if you ever got caught with it, it'd kill your chances with a girl like Hana." He wrinkles his nose. "Maybe just learn to dance then? That's something that'll serve you no matter the girl. And she keeps saying how she loves to dance. Or maybe just make her a charm bracelet and put a dancing slipper charm on it? That wouldn't take too much time. I've got jump rings we could cut to make the chain." He picks up his glass and swallows down half in one long draw, then reaches to Nicky's shoulder, with one hand, grasping it firmly. "Nick. You've got to stop selling yourself short, man. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Hana-- well, I don't know what she's looking for, and I don't want to deter you because I think you should take your shot, but I will say I know she had expressed some interest in Kaeden. I think you're the better choice, obviously. Nothing against Kaeden. The worst Hana can say is no. And we've both heard that before, right? So where's the harm?" He drums his fingers on the table, taking Nicky's question the wrong way. "Alright. I'll ask him. And I wasn't saying that you were like that. I was just saying that if he is, and if he's interested in you, it'd be insensitive to ask him for help with getting another person, wouldn't it?" "Um." Nicky doesn't seem entirely enheartened by the pep talk, but he tries to force a smile for his buddy's efforts, anyway. "I've actually never asked anyone to be said 'no' to before." He shrugs one shoulder, finishing off what's left of his cider. Refills are needed! "I think, um, maybe I'll give the dance a miss. Or the dancing part of it, anyway. I mean, what if we Impress? W-wouldn't you rather be spending time with your dragon?" The way he says it suggests that's what he would rather be doing, at any rate. "A dragon is forever. A girl is just a girl, and there are lots of them, but only one dragon." Nicky snorts softly, pushing his empty mug away from him. "I think my chances are higher for Impressing than they are for someone like Hana to like me, anyway." His head cants slightly to one side as a thought hits him. "Maybe she'd like me more if I was a rider." "Oh. No? Well, I have. Take it from me, I'm an expert. Getting told no is no big deal. It sucks in the moment, but then you just carry on. There's nothing else to do. Sometimes persistence pays off, other times, you just move on to better prospects." This coming from the guy who only got his first yes recently! Wakizian gulps down the other half of his drink, ready to get that refill. "I'll get us more!" He volunteers (probably to make sure his isn't the soft stuff - though he can't be spiking his drinks strongly, as he doesn't seem terribly affected). Up he gets with both glasses and he's back in a flash, picking up right where they left off. "If you're not willing to learn to dance for a girl who loves it so much, Hana's not the girl for you, bro. And dancing's fun. Especially toss dances. You'd be good at those 'cause you're strong." The dragon talk is shrugged to. "Honestly? The way I hear it, the dragonets gorge and go to sleep. They're like babies that way. That's why candidates can even come to the feast. It's the last bit of freedom you have to be away from your dragon, your time to collect your thoughts before plunging onward into your new life. You'll literally have the rest of your life to spend with your dragon. And if they're asleep, you may only get one chance to dance with a girl." He winks at Nicky. "Maybe Hana will like you more if you Impress, but maybe she'll like you just as much if you don't. The pity angle is a good one, and I'm sure that if I don't Impress, I'm going to be working that one. Too bad Azaylia's sure to be busy what with it being her dragon and all. But I guess that's part of the price of trying to date a goldrider." The fresh cider is welcomed, and Nicky drinks from it as he listens to, and ponders what Wakizian says. "How am I going to learn to dance in... h-how long do we have, before the hatching? Just less than a month, right? Thereabouts?" An impossible task! He shakes his head. "With chores and everything, it's just not going to work, Waki. I'd have to turn my sleeping hours to dancing hours." Though, given his insomniac tendencies, that's probably the most viable option. There's more disappointment when the inactivity of baby dragons is brought up. "Really? They just go to sleep? Huh... I thought they'd be more... I dunno. Interesting? I can't wait to see them, anyway. Whether they're mine, or yours, or anyone's." And then, they're back to Azaylia and dating "I still don't think dating a weyrwoman is a good idea. Maybe wait to see if you Impress a bronze?" "Dude, seriously," Wakizian starts with a roll of his eyes, picking up his glass, "If I can do it, so can you. And yeah, you're short on time, but it'd be better to be a mediocre dancer than a bad one. By the way, don't be mad, but I told Hana I'd dance with her at the the next party the first time I met her. Looks like that's going to be Hatching Feast. But just a dance." That last is said defensively, so as to try to assuage any thoughts that Wakizian's motives are less than pure. "Well, I'm assuming that baby dragons are fascinating to their rider, because it's new - and the dragon is theirs and I hear that you can kind of-- see? Feel? Sense?" He's not sure the right word for what he's been told about, "-what the dragon is dreaming, if they dream. So probably interesting, but I mean, for the first many months, it's going to be a lot of eating, sleeping, and poop scooping. Oh, and oiling them. They grow super fast." The practical points of dragon raising as known by a weyrbred boy. His brow knits together, "Is this going to be your first hatching ever, Nicky?" As if this hadn't occurred to him before about his hold-bred friend. "I've decided that I'm going on my date no matter what happens at the hatching. Even if I Impress gold." He jokes. "Waki, I'd never been in a Weyr before I came here, so yeah. This will be my first hatching, and I'm kinda freaked out that I'll be on the Sands when it happens." All the freaked out-ness would probably be why Nicky's been asking so many people what it's like, so he can be prepared. "Brieli and Jo both told me it's fast, and that the hatchlings can be dangerous, and they were both keen to tell me how Hraedhyth slashed Azaylia open when she found her - wh-what if one of us gets slashed at?" He curls his fingers tightly around his cider, looking off into the distance as he puffs out a long, slow breath. "Y'know, Waki, I'd even be ok with it if you were taking Hana to the dance. I-I like her, but she's said she doesn't want to go with me, and that's ok. I'm gonna um well, wait and see, I guess? I'm gonna wait and see. Because if we end up as weyrlings, then I don't want t-to have tried to, um, let someone know I like them much before, c-cos you can't do any of that stuff for a long time after Impressing, right? So, I'd rather just be cool, for now, and then, um, see what happens. If I don't Impress, then I'm gonna dance with her a-and kiss her." Assuming, of course, she'd be willing! "It does happen really fast." The Smith confirms. "It's like-- they all have it coordinated or something. The dragons will start humming and it's usually so much that the Weyr shakes a little. Then they all pop out of their eggs and find their lifemates." Waki makes it sounds so simple! "I'm a little nervous about being on the sands too." He confides. "I guess we just need to keep our eyes open and watch out for wayward dragonets. And if one of us gets slashed, Healer Madilla and her team will be there to help us. Save us, if necessary." He swallows, probably thinking to past hatchings where saving just wasn't possible for an unfortunate few. Waki's reaction to the rest of what Nicky has to say is firm: "Absolutely not. Bros do not take girls their bros like to Hatching Feasts. Or anywhere else. A dance is fine, that's just good fun. But they absolutely don't go after another bro's girl." " S-save us?" Sure, Nicky's heard stories, but he didn't think they were true! "You and me, w-we'll go out there together, 'k-k? And we'll w-watch out for each other, and dodge d-dragonets th-that need to be dodged. We should g-get Alida to c-come stand with us, too." Nerves, anxiety, has his stutter back in play. "She'll be a good lookout f-for d-dangerous hatchlings. Right?" Bro's girls and the rules for dating them is acknowledged with a sharp nod. "Sh-she's just ok, though, man, she's n-not, like my girl, or anything like that. Just saying. If you wanted to, you totally can. I, um, m-might ask Emmy." With the big boobs, as he mimes with his hands. The poor girl, that's all she's known for. "Hey, what do you think Alida's problem is, anyway? She acts so mean, but I think there's a reason for it." "Yeah. Of course. We've got each other's backs. Always." Wakizian's baritone is certain of this fact. "Lots of candidates hold hands, so if it gets to be too scary for you, you can always grab mine." There's some light teasing in this, but also the genuine offer. Being face to face with chest-high dragonets and eggs is no laughing matter. The Smith wrinkles his nose and then just picks up his drink and downs more of it. "Yeah, Alida'd probably be good on the Sands. My guess is that she's had a hard life and it makes her a hard person. I don't think she knows what she's missing, otherwise she probably wouldn't choose to miss it. But you know, it's her life. She can live it however she likes." He's washing his hands of trying to convince her otherwise. In the meantime, he's casually picked up his pocket notebook and is flipping pages. He sets it back down on the table open to one of probably many Emmy sketches. You know. Since she has nice... attributes. "Hold your hand? I-is that why you're so interested in asking me about B-Bones, Waki? Cos you're waiting to make a move on me y-yourself?" Nicky laughs, elbowing his friend roughly in the ribs. "I figure Alida's had it tough, too. She needs to start accepting people being nice to her, though. I've tried, but it doesn't go down very well." He shrugs, draining the last of his cider in a couple of successive gulps. "I'd dance with her at the party, if she asked. I might ask her. She ought to know that even if she's going to be horrible, I'm still going to try to be nice to her, right?" Sighing, he nudges the empty glass away. "It's getting kinda late. Are you ready to go back to the 'quarters? Maybe we'll catch Emmy asleep." In that cute little nightgown she wears! "HA!" Wakizian barks, "Yooou wish, Nick. If I were a girl, you'd be all over me. We both know it, but you don't have to say it outloud." The Smith gives as good as he gets, snorting in amusement at the very idea. And there's an elbow back the other direction. He lifts his glass and polishes off what's left. "Careful with Alida, telling her I was going to be patient and try to be her friend for as long as it took is what got me almost punched and kicked out of the galleries. She's not real receptive to that stuff. But you could ask her to dance, I don't think it'd hurt. Worst she can tell you is no and say something horrible. When she does, just remember..." He pauses to flip a few pages in the little book, wiggling a single brow as he taps the drawing. "And then just smile and carry on." He picks up the book and carefully replaces it in his back pocket. "Oh, and make sure you give my hides back to Mave. Don't want her to think I didn't fulfill my end of the bargain." He reaches out to tap the hides in question. "You go ahead and head back. I think I'm going to go get a bucket of snow and ice my eye some more. And maybe take a bath. It's been a rough day." But now he's tipsy, and happy, so might as well take advantage of the feelings and relax some! And he gets up, intending to do just that. "F-Faranth, I think trying to think of hitting on you as a girl would be worse than trying to imagine sleeping with... um... s-someone?" Nicky can't think who. "Alida looks hot in your drawing. I-if she was a bit more, um, accepting, I might... y'know? Go there? Have you seen her with her hair down? She's hot, in that 'I'm in charge here' kinda way." When the book's put away, he stretches his arms out in front of him, then above him, and yawns loudly. His spine cracks as he extends the stretch higher, then he flumps back down into a slouch, before slipping out of his chair to get to his feet. "Take a bath, give your hand a bit of a work-out with that book of yours, hrm?" Nicky winks cheekily. "See you in the 'quarters, then?" Of course, they both end up heading out in the same direction once they're dressed in their winter clothes, but that's where the two split up, with Nicky heading towards his bed. |
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Comments on "Logs:What's in Waki's Notebook?"Mave (Mave (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 09 Mar 2013 16:01:19 GMT.
You better be careful I don't revenge grab -your- butt pocket. However, I still love your guys' boys being boys talk logs.
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 10 Mar 2013 07:14:07 GMT.
- falls over in snickerfits!*
You'd best hope Alida never sees those nude sketches of her. Depending on the day and how grumpy she is... ;D
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 10 Mar 2013 07:39:47 GMT.
*slaps her forehead* You two are TERRIBLE... in that totally believable, teenage boy way. Which is hilarious, of course.
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