Difference between revisions of "Logs:Business"

No snow today makes trekking around the bowl easier, but Brieli has still not strayed far this evening; it seems the new Weyrleader is not taking up the council room, so the Acting Weyrwoman is using it to work for the time being. Though she's been known to take the big seat in the past, she does not do so tonight - instead sitting just beside, a mug at hand and papers spread out before her. She's not particularly tired or stressed as she works, just calm and organized. All is right in her world.

Whenever Jo walks into any room, it's usually with the air of someone that owns it - even though she doesn't. Dressed in her usual black leather, the Glacier wingrider's boots could be heard entering in, the woman with the wild hair hefting an expensive-looking bottle in one hand that gets set down right on that desk once she approaches the Acting Weyrwoman. Along with that comes, "I suppose I should be celebratin'," in a drawled greeting, the crooked smile in place. "I come bearin' gifts, and a congrats. Sorry I haven' been around, but, things have been hectic for the both of us of late." She nods her chin towards that bottle set on the table, and then sets to leaning against the table, not yet sitting.

Glancing from her work to the wild-haired bluerider to the bottle, Brieli quirks a little smile. She might let it be a little self-satisfied. "Haven't you been yet?" she asks, fine brows arches as she straightens. "And... hectic is one way of putting it, yes. I think you've been talking to some people I've been talking to, though. Would you like to have a celebratory drink while you report? Glasses over there." She tilts her head the drink cart's way, since Jo's still standing and all. "How are things?"

"Celebratin'? Not yet," Jo answers that with confident ease. "Business comes first." It's also in answer to things being hectic, it seems, and when Brieli offers, the bluerider doesn't look like to turn it down. "I try and talk to everyone, if I can," she's breezy in saying, turning towards where the Weyrwoman indicates for glasses. As she moves to retrieve two glasses, she answers the last with, "Oh, I can' really complain. Things lookin' on the up and up here, and things runnin' smooth beyond Weyr walls. Besides the endless supply of booze and pleasure, what more could a girl like me ask for?" Particularly a shady one, perhaps, as she returns to the table and sets the glasses between them. Now she drops into a chair while she adds, "Well it's not all good times, but..." Moving to uncork the bottle and tipping it in Brieli's direction, she adds, "Before I get into it," her report, "How are ya since...?" Her declaration.

"Business. Interesting. If there is any business that might benefit the Weyr, as you say, outside Weyr walls, you will pass that on, yes? I'd be curious to hear any... opportunities." Brieli starts to shuffle her papers in a pile as Jo is off getting glasses, noting, "I try to talk to as many people as I can as well. I suspect, however, that you and Taikrin have been talking, at the very least. And that you were at least somewhat involved in whatever happened to make Boreal happen." Not that she sounds like she's all that displeased about that; stopping Telgar is stopping Telgar, one way or the other. Wryly, as the other woman sits, "When is anything all good times? I've been... talking to a lot of people. Worried about Azaylia, for all Taikrin seems to have spoken to her, is making sure she's all right. But it seems no one really knows how to deal with such a thing - myself or Taikrin, I suppose." A faint smirk for that.

Inclining her head to the first, "I always keep my ears to the ground and my eyes on opportunity," Jo speaks those words like they were rehearsed and have been said before. "I'll keep alert for ya, Brieli, be reassured there," and she looks over her shoulder with a knowing smile for her. "Discretely, naturally." How far she can go, it's not something she clearly wants known to most others. Once the glasses are placed and she's set to pouring the fine liquor in them both, the Weyrwoman's response on her suspicions earn her an amused look. She could be evasive, that much can be seen, but, "Me and Taikrin, the confirmed Weyrleader," she drawls that first one, and her tone indicates enough confirmation to one as crafty as Brieli to pick out. Holding out a filled glass to her now, "She had approached me first." Pause. "Boreal wasn' the intention," she moves on to confirm the next, wry. "Turns out that the bronzerider suspected wasn' who I thought. Z'ian just brought me along for the ride.and the added muscle. Just in case." Some of that smug amusement ebbs in light of Azaylia though, the bluerider nodding once to that. "I haven' heard much, there," she admits. "Neither on H'kon. They really are backin' down? Just like that?" Interest colors her tone, though there's the slight suspicion that someone must have an ace card up their sleeve in retaliation.

With one of her faint smiles, "Excellent." Brieli might as well be steepling her fingers over her work, really. "And of course." Even though the goldrider might look a bit skeptical about the level of discretion leather-wrapped piece of trouble Jo might be capable of. Taking the glass, "I have no illusions about you being exclusive in your business, don't worry. And it might not have been the intention, but it worked well enough. I tried to suggest to Taikrin that she might find a way for Z'ian to escape with his pride intact as well as hers. I hope that happens." After a sip from her glass, an approving nod, she can only shrug. "It appears so. And perhaps that is why everything has worked out for the best, for now. Until there's a proper flight. If it's Iesaryth, I'll make sure it's bronzes."

Now taking a drink of her own once Brieli takes the offered glass, "Ya think take him out of Boreal?" she asks on the bronzerider with a lifted brow of interest. Then, after draining her glass, "He was more of the traditional opinion, ya know," though she's sure that both Acting Weyrleaders probably knew that. She refills her glass then for the last, and briefly lifts that glass in Brieli's direction, "Then that is somethin' to celebrate," she muses on things workin' out, her easy smile back. "For now. Of course, things will change once she goes up again. Perhaps those of the more traditional slant to things will be pleased with things returnin' 'proper'. Question is, can they be mollified now with two women runnin' things?" Pause. "Even ran into K'del, before turnover. Man has changed from the carefree man lookin' to give me a ride turns ago. Man seems determined. Unusually so." It's all said casually, as if he is no problem when he clearly could be. "Didn' take too kindly to wonderin' whether he likes to be called 'Weyrleader' in bed."

"I don't know. She said something about fixing the mess. I'd expect she has something like that in mind, but if she does... I'd hope she finds something for him." Brieli grimaces a touch at that, perhaps just for the idea of shifting the bronzerider around in the wings yet again. And though she lifts her glass in return, tilts it Jo's way, she wouldn't be the goldrider if she didn't say, "We'll see. And... as for two women running things..." There's a little purse of lips. "Some didn't even mind that idea as much as Taikrin herself. But I don't feel right about holding someone's past against them." K'del's name has her making another face, drinking. "Determined. He hates me. He has a cause. And I don't imagine he didn't. It doesn't sound like him, but you never know."

There's thoughtful silence to that first answer, on Z'ian. Jo's silent for a moment before she says, "He's useful." Z'ian. "He handled himself well with the traitor, S'varis. That's much, considering that the man was radically on his side in what he believed the Weyr should be." Snorting and shaking her head, "I wonder how many more of them here are like our S'varis, thinkin' he should save this Weyr from nefarious heathens?" Darkly amused on that she is. She takes a drink from her glass and finally sets it down on the next, lips lifting a bit on the matter of pasts as she says evenly, "Someone's past shouldn' be held against them. I agree. She's capable. Yer capable. I wouldn' offer my services otherwise." She nearly laughs at the face made on the account of the former Weyrleader, though she's wry as she says for him, "Of that, I can tell. Perhaps he would have agreed with all S'varis spouted at us. Saviors," and the word's said like a bad taste in her mouth. "At least Telgar's taken care of. For now. Saw we got a transfer into my wing from there, though. Sudden, or a coincidence."

"He doesn't seem terrible," Brieli can allow for Z'ian. "Though he's with K'del, and K'del can't stand me, as I said. As long as that situation stands, it makes things difficult for me. Likely for Taikrin. But hopefully, she can see sense." There's a pause, as she looks into her drink. "There's likely many like S'varis. There were enough that thought I'kris was a hero. And K'del, sometimes... he sounds a little too much like a believer for my liking. I think he would have agreed with some of it." Glancing over Jo's way, "Yes. Liv. Met her the other night. I think Taikrin thinks she's a spy. You might want to have a chat with her. New wingmate after all. Make sure she's settling in." Jo's friendly that way, right?

Allowing that with a little smirk, "He is," Jo agrees on the blonde bronzerider being with K'del, "But it doesn' seem to stop him from hangin' with me." A brow lifts just a little with that. Brieli's words on K'del and S'varis doesn't seem to surprise the convict rider at all by the unchanged look on her face, the woman shaking her head a little. "I believe he is, yes," to K'del on being a believer. "I told him that everyone has an agenda. Even him. He's no different. I almost wondered if S'varis was his man, but, I didn't get that sense from him when we interrogated him." Moving on towards the new transfer, she's looking quite interested upon hearing that she could be a spy. "Could be," she muses, especially when she should know herself. "A chat, huh? Think I could do that. Can' have a new Glacier fellow lost with not a new friend in all of Reaches. Especially if she's the hot sort of friend." Her smile's a touch suggestive there before she nods firmly. "I'll see what I can learn," she gives, getting to her feet as she reaches for her glass and drains it down. "Also. If ya got anythin' else for me beyond the walls, I can get on that, too. Telgar's settled, but who knows where else is thinkin' along the same lines. Especially once the news spread."

With a quirk of lips, "Mm. He and I can talk, despite differences, so there's that." Brieli seems interested in how much Z'ian and Jo might hang out, but she doesn't ask, merely arches fine brows. As for S'varis being K'del's, she shakes her head after knocking back her drink. "No, he seems to have an issue with anything underhanded like that. K'del. I don't think he'd bring Teris into this either. He'd rather back Azaylia." A little shake of her head; she can't understand. Amused, "She's attractive, I think. Intense eyes. Brownrider. You might like her. And... I'll think about it. There's rumblings from Igen, but I'm not sure I want to go poking around just yet." She pushes back out of her chair, taking her papers with her. "Do let me know next time you go for a drink?" she asks, corking the bottle, taking it by the neck. "Maybe less business then."

Jo inclines her head on Z'ian, but the wily bluerider seems to only have a little smile for Brieli. "So he wants his justice, the honorable way," she muses on K'del now, but one can believe she's remembering all this, especially in regards to Azaylia. Which speaking of, "Haven' really talked to her in awhile. Think I should stop by, and see how she is. Bones, too." Setting her glass down now, the Weyrwoman's enticing words on the transfer has the bluerider's gaze taking on something a hunter might understand. "I like intense eyes," she drawls with a knowing look. "Hmm. I just might." Pause. "We definitely do drinks," she answers now, stepping away now that her brief report was done. "We'll talk about more than business. It'd be good for me. For a change." Out for drinks? Absolutely. Lifting up two fingers at her, "Until next time, then," she gives in her departure, the convict rider always, it seems, on the move to the next.