Difference between revisions of "Logs:Bedside Comforts"

When Tacuseth got the sudden touch of Solith, with all its requests, the blue pair wasn't all that far from the Weyr. With their mysterious dealings outside the Weyr in effect, he doesn't come right away but does promise her that he and his rider would stop by once things were done. By sunset, the blue dragon could be seen winking into existence and finding Solith's ledge easily enough - landing neatly on the space afforded him and snapping his wings back. Jo dismounts quickly and moves to Tacuseth's side to the attachment case, pulling out a little basket and a good sized bottle. Then, once her riding gear was stuffed, she turns with her gifts and at least makes it to the edge separating the ledge from the inner portion of the weyr as she finally calls out, "Hey Tela! I'm comin' in!" At least she's giving warning instead of barging on in like she normally does!

Solith's greeting warble for Tacuseth is far too like a burble, pleased to see the big blue, clinging to the edge of one of the sub-ledges with her talons while she opens up her wings widely in a stretch. Look! She's so much more at home in this tricky spot, now! And she's had such visitors! Not that most of them can compare to Tacuseth, clearly, especially with his food-providing, a valuable skill. As for Tela, her, "Come in!" sounds more like her usual self. Once Jo gets inside and past the balcony with its streamers, she'll find the weyrling still in bed, but at least by now she has on a bed jacket and her braids are neatly redone and tied back with a ribbon. The look she gives Jo, though, touches on apology, and perhaps embarrassment for all of her earlier bright tone.

A green simply delighted to see him, that is something Tacuseth can get with! He's led to be dazzled by Solith showing off her ledge while his rider heads inside, and Jo takes in all the noticeable features of the weyr along the way as her boots do a rhythmic click on the floor. "Askin' me for food is certainly an odd request from you-" she's talking on her way, but comes to a complete stop when she finds the weyrling bed-ridden. There's a slight frown as she takes in how Telavi looks, and the looks as she drops, "Yer sick?" she has to ask now, seeming to keep a step back with her dubious expression. She even holds up the little basket of food in one hand, and the bottle in the other for her to see.

Solith will even show him such features at the space for humans to sit by a fire, the neighbors to listen to, the neighbors to drop things on top of... wait, maybe she wasn't supposed to do that, but they haven't bothered her yet! and so forth. As for Telavi, she must be feeling better unless she's just faking it for Jo, for she rolls her eyes. "Just cramps. Awful, horrible cramps, and why can't we just have the whole arrangement spooned out, you know? Ugh. Anyway, I'm sorry, I'll be an awful hostess today, so if you want to come back..." but Tela also looks somehow wistful behind all her brightness. Don't go.

Ahh, such ledge features draw Tacuseth's attention, especially the possibilities involved in dropping things on unsuspecting neighbors! His vicious delight must have sparked something in Jo's mind, for the ex-con to abruptly look over her shoulder towards the ledge and comment, "Nice view out there. I can see why ya chose it. In here, too," she tacks on as her gaze sweeps from the ledge to brush over the walls, right before she returns to Telavi. She steps closer once it's confirmed not to be some contagious sickness, making all the way to the clothespress to set her weyr warming gifts down. "Cramps," she echoes that one, looking over at her. "Don' that just suck. At least yer aren' crampin' down in the barracks anymore. I can see why ya asked for food. When's the last time ya been outta that bed?" She opens the lid on the basket and peers within with a sniff before adding on the last, "Aww, don' apologize. I-" she stops with her dark gaze on her, seeing beyond the words, catching that wistful look before continuing. "Hey, I've got the time. It's no big. Gotcha somethin' strong for a weyr warmin' gift," and she nods toward the bottle, "but somethin' stiff's probably the last thing ya wanna have right now." That just had to come out of her mouth.

At least the neighbors can keep the dragons occupied. Tela admits with a rueful moue, "I'd have liked one with a bath, but they said we weyrlings don't rate those," and it's not as though she's surprised. As the weyrling watches Jo approach, a hint of her usual coquetry infuses the way she tucks her braids over one shoulder, but she can't seem to keep it up. "Not too much earlier, anyway, and Sabs brought lunch, or was it breakfast? before then, so it's not like I was..." what's the word? She just rails off, lets Jo fill in the blanks, looking pale. "Thank you," she murmurs, only then to dart a quick glance at the bluerider, one hand finally covering her even quicker laughter. "Oh, Jo. How do they hit you? Not so bad, I hope."

"Mine doesn' have its own bath," Jo admits with a wistful tone. "Not that I spend all that much time in mine to warrant one, after all these turns." She drops to sit on the edge of the bed as she starts to rummage through the contents within the basket. "I got ya a little of everythin', since I dunno what ya like," she states, trying to bring Telavi's attention to the food. There's a crooked little smile for her on that thanks along with an easy, "I figured booze was tame enough. As for how that hits me," and there's laughter there before giving her a look. "I'm a terror to be around, but some claim they don' see much difference in me either way. A bit more aggressive, maybe. I usually want to hit things, or someone. Guess every woman has their own reactions to such things." The way she says, wanting to hit things must be normal, right?

"No?" It's a shadow of Tela's usual impishness, but there all the same, and she smooths the blankets over her like a tablecloth. "Mmm. Thank you." She leans up to try and peek, but carefully, no limber stretches for her today. "Booze is nice. I'd be happy for some right now, if you'd pour... me, I mostly want to hit things beforehand, really. We don't get to hit enough things, I don't think, although back when we were taking dance lessons, that was sort of close sometimes."

Jo brings out some cups from the basket and works to uncork the bottle as she answers something said with, "Ya can' say I don' ever do anythin' for ya," in her teasing tone. "But yeah, I know the feelin'. Hittin' things ain' all that important, apparently," though by her tone, she clearly disagrees. "Back then I would set up a post on the lake shore and knife toss to blow off some steam. Dance lessons?" She arches a brow Telavi's way in askance as she pours the brew into each cup and leans over to hold one out for her to take. "So. Ya plan on addin' yer touch to this place?" she asks now on the weyr, taking a liberal look around while moving the basket from the clothespress to the bed for the weyrling's perusal.

"Never. Because cups? Classy woman, you are. Enough to make a girl think you were," scared? "concerned about your silver," is what Tela goes with. "And dance lessons, they're for... the silver thread group," not just self-deprecating but half-apologetic all over again. She gives Jo a quick, thankful smile in exchange for the cup, for her not having to lean to far. "Throwing knives sounds like fun. Or just beating something up where I didn't have to worry about being good at it, or hurting anyone for real, if that makes any sense? Here... I've been wanting couches, and there's a desk that's coming my way once it gets a few repairs, but really it's the couches I want, for company. What would you do, if it were yours?"

"We can drink straight from the bottle," Jo counters deadpan, "if it makes ya feel better. Bedridden ladies like havin' a cup they can throw at someone for bein' obnoxious." Like the bluerider? When Telavi explains about the dance lessons, there's a lift of her head in understanding, not quite fully executing that nod. She's pretty observant, though, watching those expressions appear before she points them out, more or less. "Ya haven' gotten one?" She pauses on that, waiting for an answer before moving on. "Get outta this bed and I can show ya how it's done," is her bait, letting her smirk linger a bit. "Maybe ya'll feel better tomorrow. And yeah, I getcha. Don' wanna hurt anybody while yer hittin' them down. I'zech and them got ya workin' with firestone yet?" Speaking of, that is. When the other starts to talk about how she wants to decorate, Jo's giving the place her study. "Couches and a table would be nice," she agrees with Telavi's choice. "I didn' do much to mine. So long as I have a big bed, I'm golden. If this were mine, I'd try to keep it in its natural state. Not too clutter and all that."

"Well, in that case," Tela sounds altogether too glad, to the point where her dimples show up if only momentarily. The drink might help further, though she hasn't sipped it yet, as though somehow Jo were the hostess instead of her. "I have... one of the first group, actually," still a little wonderingly, even now. Jo's smirk relaxes some of that tension, something most visible in its disappearance from the fine muscles of her face. "We're hauling things about, we just haven't been flaming. And yes, I'll look you up... maybe not tomorrow, we're kept so busy, but I'd like that, I really would." Her smile is a soft thing, tired, as though even that much talking has taken energy from her. "I'm with you, no clutter. I like the bed," big sleigh bed that it is. "An armoire... I don't know about a table, everyone has a table. Even if it is practical." Which is why they have it.

Chuckling quietly to herself, Jo immediately drains her cup only to set it aside and take up the bottle. As if to demonstrate, she brings the lip of that bottle straight to her mouth for a drink before passing it over. "This stuff's strong enough to knock ya out if ya drink too much of it," she seems to warn her, even though she herself must have some sort of high tolerance for its potency. She raises the bottle in a sort of toast before it's drank from and offered, and there's a lift of her brows at hearing that Telavi did get into the silver thread group. "Flamin' was one of my faves in weyrlinghood," she admits in her casual humor. "So many things could go wrong, and, sure. Ya let me know when ya want a try at the post. "Ya should be gettin' some sleep." Yes, she noticed that tiredness behind the gentle smile, the bluerider looking her over. On the topic of redecorating, "A table would be good. Don' gotta be a big one. With that and the couches, ya'd be good in invitin' yer clutchmates over to hang with ya. How's it goin' with them, and ya?"

Given that warning, Tela treats the drink with visible respect, and after toasting back, even tiny sips widen her eyes... if, perhaps, wider than drink alone and not also drama might imply. "Why I am I not surprised," she teases, but can't help a duck of her head in deference to sleep. For a long moment she regards Jo, blue-green eyes thoughtful, and then lets herself subside gingerly into the pillows, fluffing one up so that her cheek can rest on one and she can still steal sips. "Does it need to be... a big table? Or just somewhere to put drinks, and papers and things? I was thinking maybe a low storage chest, two, three couches even, around it. More lounge-y than really... hosting a meal or a meeting or anything, just to relax?"

When Telavi regards her with that look, Jo stares right back at her before prompting with, "What's goin' on in that head of yers, huh? Thinkin' up other ways to steal a kiss from me?" She was eventually going to bring up that last time, the bluerider leaning to the side to prop her head up on a fist to get more comfortable. Turning to the topic of what's needed in her weyr, "Tables are useful for all sorts of things. Put drinks, hides....leanin' over and all..." Surely that's important. "Ya don' need a large one, but if yer lookin' for somethin' more laid back, ya might prefer just the couches. Somethin' that's you. Nice to have a place, knowin' nobody can take it away from ya and Solith."

"Only if I can save it." Tela must be feeling better, thank you, booze! because she murmurs with a flutter of lashes, "You know, to dream on." Booze, and time, and someone to talk to, and her head on the pillow instead of raised high. Someone who'll come and talk to her, maybe even more. Company. Her dimples show, all of a sudden. "Leaning over. Well, the back of a couch might do for that too, I think..." She glances towards the ledge. "Maybe, is this strange, Jo? But maybe, it's not figuring out what 'me' is and then decorating like that, but maybe arranging it a way I like tells me about me," only then she's self-consciously rolling her eyes before Jo can get a chance.

With that crooked grin in place as Jo leans forward with her hand out for the bottle, "Ya should find yerself a sweet, good girl to dream of rather than a corrupted one ya happened to run into out there." Out beyond the Weyr. "Or, a worthy enough man." She's amused, openly. Maybe she even is enjoying their little banter, regardless. "Back of a couch. Yes, it would. Much softer than a table. Yer gonna eat?" Underlying concern laced underneath keeping up a mixed dialogue of innuendo and small talk. Telavi's last earns her a brief look, but the fact that she doesn't answer right away might be her considering those words. "Not strange. It makes sense to me. Set this place up nice and then invite me again. I'd be curious to see how that turns out, darlin'."

Tela tops off her cup, murmuring, "I don't know. Wouldn't that make two of us?" before passing the bottle back. She might respond about the couch but then suddenly, genuinely as though she'd just thought of it, "Yes, of course!" There's even a guilty blush before she reaches for the dish, though again she doesn't eat right away, paused just short of it. "I need to tell you, I have different colors on different days," so would that really be her at all? "But thank you, Jo. I will."

"As in, us both are cracked?" Jo takes the bottle and drinks right from it briefly before giving it back. "Ya never did tell me why ya left Benden." She remembers and she brings it up, watching her closely now. She even helps in pushing the basket towards Telavi, remarking back at her, "Or was this yer way to get me up here? I'm not that hard to convince, ya know. Tacuseth usually grants a green anythin' if it suits him." The last earns a slight dubious expression, but she inclines her head all the same before she's suddenly up and back on her feet. "I should let ya eat, and get yer rest," she says now, glancing briefly towards the ledge. "When ye get better, get at me, alright? And if ya need anythin' else."

"Because Jormunth brought me, of course." Even through the tiredness and achiness, even through telling what's patently not the whole truth, Tela has such clear eyes just now when she smiles back at Jo. "And no. It was just... nice. It is nice. Good night, Jo. Good night, Tacuseth." Good night, moons.

Snorting as she steps away, "I oughta ask Kait," Jo murmurs, though it's loud enough for Telavi to hear. "Nice. Good night, Telavi. Don' end up piss-drunk on that stuff. Ya'll have one nasty hangover in the mornin'." With that last helpful advice given, she's turning and heading back out to the ledge to be airborne with her blue.