Logs:Party at Farideh's - Revision history

Kaleidoscope at 16:15, 31 January 2016

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Jolie at 14:33, 31 January 2016

2016-01-31T14:33:30Z

Jocelyn at 14:12, 31 January 2016

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K'del: Ending to come, I hope!

2016-01-31T06:39:44Z

Ending to come, I hope!

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 |log=Oh, snow! White and cold and leaves a mess. It's no wonder that the weyrwoman's weyr is warm and toasty, and mats have been set down near the entryway to provide places to stomp off the worst of it. Colorful fabric and streamers drip from the walls, leaving no surface uncovered; even the recently replaced furniture has been draped in soft-to-the-touch cloth. Wafting through the air, before one steps ''into'' the tunnel leading into the goldrider's weyr, is delectable scents of food and drinks, and they're quite a sight to see, arranged on the tables for easy access. In the corner by the hearth, two harpers are warming up, lost in their murmured discourse. And Farideh, she's lounging comfortably on one of her 'c'-shaped couches, feet tucked under her layered blue skirts, as her assistants and the weyrlings mill around her; notably, there's a wineglass in hand and a supremely ''polite'' smile on her face -- and one would not come without the other, presumably.

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	"Yes, ma'am," N'klas confirms with rather more cheer, as though Farideh has just set the world back to rights; he stands up and steps back so she can get past, even, though it's not like he makes to help her or anything. Or Quinlys. "Ma'am," for the latter, looking over her face with a lurking grin like he can imagine that mustache ''right there''. It's after they're gone, and T'gar's got that look, that he switches the drink-hand and makes to poke the other weyrling's shoulder. "What're you thinking, man?"		"Yes, ma'am," N'klas confirms with rather more cheer, as though Farideh has just set the world back to rights; he stands up and steps back so she can get past, even, though it's not like he makes to help her or anything. Or Quinlys. "Ma'am," for the latter, looking over her face with a lurking grin like he can imagine that mustache ''right there''. It's after they're gone, and T'gar's got that look, that he switches the drink-hand and makes to poke the other weyrling's shoulder. "What're you thinking, man?"
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		+	Once they're gone, and he's topped off his drink, "Who, me?" T'gar looks N'klas's way quickly. "So you wouldn't want to see what Farideh writes about in her spare time? Admit it. You would."
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		+	By that time, N'klas has finished off his plate and most of ''his'' drink. Now he snickers; "Yeah, all right, you know I would." There's a short pause. "Y'wanna? Because it's not like there aren't harpers," though how much longer are they going to stay after Farideh leaves, really? "and a whole bunch of other people or anything."
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		+	Nodding earnestly, "It's not like we're going to steal it or anything," T'gar says, as if that would sweeten the pot. "Just, read through, see if anything jumps out at us....unless you really believe she doesn't have any panties to take." This is a serious conversation. N'klas does have a point as he looks about them and finds that many of the weyrlings have already wandered off from the party, raising their chances of getting caught. Shaking his head, "Well, it ''would'' have been the best idea," he states after a moment. "Seems a bit empty in here to the point where we might get walked in on."
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		+	"Right, just read through. That's the ticket." Nik's a little smirky, here. But, "I don't know, man. Panties? Taking panties?" Why wouldn't she have panties? That's not in the bluerider's head ''anywhere''. "And she's the Acting Weyrwoman now. It's like begging to be stuck on the Star Stones ass up in winter, which it ''is''."
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		+	Laughs, "True," T'gar agrees with a shrug on the panty raiding, "but I almost think it would be worth seeing how pissed off she would get. I wouldn't piss off ''Quinlys'', though."
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		+	"Yeah, but that's because you got the hots for her," Nik tells him, after a quick look around halfway through (making sure nobody's close to hear). "Even after she got knocked up by ''another guy''."
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		+	Yeah, T'gar's casting a quick look around too for N'klas's comment before he gives him a jocular shoulder-nudge. "Of course ''you'' would figure that out," he seems to not even question it. "I mean, yeah, she got knocked up. Stuff like that happens all the time in a Weyr, right? Doesn't mean she's any less hot."
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		+	"C'mon, I want another drink," Nik says, heading that way. He keeps their topic vague; "I don't know, man. I mean, the Weyr part, sure, but the rest? By the time we graduate..." and now he just looks confused.
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		+	"I think it'll all work itself out in the end, one way or another," T'gar is equally vague, following along after N'klas for that drink. He likely needs one himself, and once he has another, he's easy enough to cycle through many a topic - some of them Quinlys' related - for the rest of the evening.
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 |log=Oh, snow! White and cold and leaves a mess. It's no wonder that the weyrwoman's weyr is warm and toasty, and mats have been set down near the entryway to provide places to stomp off the worst of it. Colorful fabric and streamers drip from the walls, leaving no surface uncovered; even the recently replaced furniture has been draped in soft-to-the-touch cloth. Wafting through the air, before one steps ''into'' the tunnel leading into the goldrider's weyr, is delectable scents of food and drinks, and they're quite a sight to see, arranged on the tables for easy access. In the corner by the hearth, two harpers are warming up, lost in their murmured discourse. And Farideh, she's lounging comfortably on one of her 'c'-shaped couches, feet tucked under her layered blue skirts, as her assistants and the weyrlings mill around her; notably, there's a wineglass in hand and a supremely ''polite'' smile on her face -- and one would not come without the other, presumably.
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 "Last winter, it seemed like the cold was just interminable. It was all about keeping busy and hoping for the time to pass. For more than just the one reason, of course--waiting on spring, waiting on dragons." V'ret offers a wry smile for that. "Now, it's all more broken up. There are more nice things. It's easy to get a break from the cold. It hardly seems like it's time for Turnover. It's easier to like the snow when it's not the only option, I think," he tells Pia.
 Quinlys, by rights, probably shouldn't be here. But... well. They're still her weyrlings. At least she has the grace to stick around the edges, skirting away from weyrlings and finding herself standing just behind Farideh at that couch. "Regretting your generosity?" she wonders. Also, "I promise, I won't stay long. I just wanted to stick my nose in and see."
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 "Some of us ''like'' the snow, " says Jocelyn V'ret-ward by way of announcing her presence once she's near enough to insert herself neatly next to Pia at the table, setting her glass down briefly to arrange herself a tiny plate of something to munch on between conservative sips of the bubbly beverage she's chosen. "But I can't deny that a break is sometimes welcome." On occasion. Still, her demeanor softens slightly once her attention turns to Luishaeth's. "You did a - festive job, " she tells her briefly during a break in conversation, scooping up her food and drink after; interrupting must not be her intention, since she casts a glance toward an empty spot of wall and begins moving in that direction - where, no doubt, it'd be easier to simply ''observe'' the others at large.
 "Young," suggests Quinlys as a word to finish Farideh's sentence, though her smirk suggests she's aware that it's not that simple: that Farideh herself is younger than a not-insignificant number of the assembled weyrlings. "I'm fine," she adds, then. "Good. No longer losing my lunch on a regular basis. Ready to get this lot into the wings so I don't have to worry about them at all-- ''then'' they can be scared of someone else instead."
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 It's amazing how even with dragons fully grown there are some needs (like oiling a trouble spot) that takes precedence over showing up at a delightful party ''on time'', particularly when some amount of preparation has gone into her appearance. Lys thusly arrives in a green dress too short for the weather, terminating at her knees, but is supplemented by sheer white stockings that do a little to diminish the tan on her legs. Her hair has been done up in a fancy up-do and cosmetics kiss her face, though not heavily. Her hurried movement through the space takes her very nearly into Jocelyn as she moves toward that lonely wall. "Joce," is bright and accompanied by a smile, while those beyond get taken in by that smiling greeting, too.
 Quinlys' laugh carries-- loud enough that some of those who might not have realised she was here may well be in the know ''now''. "Thirsty. That, too. But, mmm. Soon. Less than two months for the older lot, a few sevens more than that for yours. I've a few thoughts; I think some of the wingleaders do, too, but I'm not sure how much is ''decided'', yet. And then you'll have Jocelyn to help all the time... and Irianke back, too, I hope." She's distracted, but only briefly, by ''that'' green weyrling; her eyes roll. At least, for now, no damage is done.
 V'ret's expression turns briefly sour again. "It would be just a comment from anybody else. ''She'' says I'm wrong the way other people say hello." But his attention is distracted by this noisy business, moving to shift a bit in the opposite direction, like mere proximity to this might make it reflect poorly on him. "I'm not precisely sure how water can be ''too clear''." Smiles, once more. "Too hot, I can give some credit to. I wouldn't want to have to do a hard day's work in that climate."
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 "Murky water does not seem to make for much of a swimming spot, that's for sure. Zoth isn't much for just hanging around on the beach, but he's not above hunting even when he's not hungry." V'ret has been a long time about finally getting him to stop doing that even in the feeding grounds, so perhaps trips to remote places still suit both of them. It takes a few moments for him to get around to looking back in Jocelyn's direction--catching Lys' voice is a better catalyst. "Ah! There you are. I was starting to wonder."
 T'gar does catch that look from Farideh, and the nod from Quinlys before he excuses himself from his group. Aiming their way, he only pauses to top off his glass once more - nodding to Pia and V'ret along his way - and nods his greeting to Farideh and Quinlys with an easy, "Nice party."
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 Those dropcloths, they're temptation; N'klas, his short hair slicked back, has paused in making the rounds to check under the nearest one. But then he's watching the greenrider, no, the greenrider''s'', laughing in a way that's getting close to a chortle.
 "You were just badmouthing me, weren't you?" T'gar levels at Farideh, his tone letting amusement show through the droll voice. That grin turns on Quinlys to say, "It's nice. Not used to parties like this one. I, uhh--" he turns to eye the weyrling in question with a miffed look before he continues on to say, "--if no one else volunteers. As long as she doesn't upchuck on me."
 "Far be it from me to not take good advice from such an expert coordinator." Which is to say, V'ret was probably going to do this anyway, but at least this gives him a good way to shift his attention from Pia to Lys, for at least long enough to take her hand, give her a kiss on the cheek, all fully party-appropriate levels of affection. "Hi." Properly! "I haven't sampled my way through everything on the table. Yet."
 "Well, would you like to pick your so far favorite for me?" Lys invites V'ret with a warm smile. Her brows lift at Pia's suggestion, looking perhaps a little surprised at the greenrider's step away, murmuring to V'ret, "Do I smell?" Perhaps Lys isn't familiar enough with relationships to realize they need a relationshippy moment here. Whatever need she might leave unanswered seems to take back seat to her need to eye the blond haired bluerider's head. "''N'klas?''" has to be asked somewhere between uncertain and disapproving, "''What'' did you do to your hair?" The inquiry is made friendly by the exaggeration of her look.