Difference between revisions of "Logs:An Ugly Plant"

It's a late night that finds the greenhouse quiet without its gardener or its visitors - well, save for one. Jo's not easily spotted, but she's somewhere towards the back at one of the tables with a plant. She's on a stool and busy spraying something tough-looking and sharp-angled with water, her black leather jacket draped over another stool beside her and an open bottle of something sitting on the table near the plant.

That's when another Glacier rider heads up the stairs, one who hasn't been back on active duty for very long at all. Leova enters at a pace that's not as brisk as her wont, and even then immediately slows. She sneezes into a handkerchief. Mutters. Sneezes again.

It's the sneezing that gets her attention. "Over here," Jo can be heard to say, but she hasn't gotten up from her stool. She remains turning the plant inch by inch and spraying just a little bit, clearly taking her time. "Ain' no one in here but me." No name is given, however.

The greenrider's laugh is brief, and throatier than her wont. Her head turns. "Jo," she calls, barely a question. As the firelizard flies, it's not far. But along the aisles, the plants a living maze... it takes longer. When she makes it to Jo, she's got an eye for the plant, too. "What you got there?" And why?

"Leova," Jo says the name before she turns to look her way. "Still wont for wear, I see?" She waves her over, gesturing towards the spare stool with the jacket draped over it as she addresses what has her attention. "It's somethin' I've found around Igen. Thought I'd pot it proper and take it up to the weyr. I do that sometimes." She seems to have no other explanation for it, by the lopsided grin on her face. "What about you, darlin'? That weyrmate of yers takin' good care of ya? Y'ain' lettin' Taikrin run ya ragged, are ya?"

Leova has herself a seat, and if Jo's jacket gets contaminated, well. She's seated on its edge, though, spine straight to not tip her lungs into another sneeze just yet. "Igen, hm? Got an idea what it is, yet?" Her mouth tightens, maybe holding off another sneeze. Then, "Pretty well. He got the little two in line. Let Taikrin?" She laughs. "Let Vrianth, y'mean."

"Probably some wasted desert root," Jo guesses as she spritz another part of the plant in question. "Not sure. Thought maybe I'd catch Bones tonight, but..." But. There's quiet laughter on Leova's answer though, glancing her way on account of her green. "Active little sucka, isn' she?" she drawls with a shake of her head. "Vrianth. Both of them. Y'know, the last time I've seen ya this way was that time. Y' know the time," and her look turns pointed. Her smile draws to something nostalgic as she adds, "Only, this time I'm not sickly either, and the both of us aren' locked up with Madilla in the infirmary passin' booze around."

"Maybe tomorrow," Leova says. She walks around the plant, eyeing it from different angles. Eyes the spritzing, too. Glances up at Jo. "Got cooped up too long." Vrianth. At a minimum. "Those going to be the days we're going to relive when we're old and crotchety? Share with a wingmate," this with a gesture towards the spritzer, not the still-open bottle.

"Tomorrow," Jo agrees, even if there's not much real commitment behind it. It's likely known by now that her days vary from the next. "She'll calm down though. Vrianth. Tac doesn' like to get all cooped up either. Sets him on edge." Leova's next draws laughter from her though, not answering on it until she easily gives up the spraybottle to her wingmate first. "When I'm old, I'm hopin' to still have days that need relivin' when I'm dead," she states with a firm nod. "I never slow down. Still. Gotta admit it was interestin', bein' quarantined." She takes up the open bottle now, with her hands free.

"It was that. We'll have a whole passel of days." Leova rubs her nose and then tucks the handkerchief away before taking the spray bottle. Next comes trying it out: on the plant, first, though she is eyeing her wingmate yet again. "Reckon she will, too. Give her a month or six. Appreciated Tacuseth dropping by for her to mess with, you know that. Heard anything new out of Nabol? Or elsewhere. I know Taikrin says to stay on the down low, but I don't reckon that means you've lost your eyes."

As much as Leova's eyeing her, Jo is very much eyeing her right back with that bottle. As if the bottle could do something, maybe. "Tac has a fondness for his greens, ya know," she states on helping out, snorting softly. "Certain ones stick with him. Y'ever think about what yer life would've been like, if ya haven' met her?" Curiosity motivates the question, perhaps, and when she asks about Taikrin and Nabol, the bluerider shakes her head and takes a drink before answering her. "Since Lady Ienavi's been found? Not really," comes, briefly lifting one finger. "I reckon certain folks are keepin' their heads down for the sake of that harper bein' murdered. From where I'm sittin', certain parties of interest have been keepin' on the down-low overall." Another drink before she then adds, "As always, I keep an eye on things as I do. Still, some things might get missed. Ya heard anythin'?"

'His greens.' Leova spritzes that plant with particular emphasis, her one-cornered smile showing a brief glint of teeth. "Not so often. She doesn't like that. You, where'd you have been?" She hasn't much to say about Nabol, only a slow shake of her head for having heard, and it's a regretful one. Now she puts her own hand up to the plant, careful of its sharp edges, and spritzes both at the same time.

The way Leova attacks that plant, there's certain amusement there from Jo. Maybe the words are deliberate for whatever reason, but it's not one the ex-con's lingering on. "Hm. I certainly wouldn' be here, darlin'," she answers for herself, wry. "Likely holed up somewhere, in trouble, and not givin' a shit that I was. He doesn' like that much, either, but he likes to rationalize with me that his presence makes my crazy life have more sense." Beat. "It's an ugly plant."

"Sounds like he's right. Sense, and just plain better." Leova considers her project for a moment, then says, "Your turn." That smile reappears, deepening. "Hold out your hand, Tacuseth's rider. It's not that cold, you'll survive."

"More badass than before," Jo tacks on to Leova's first with a wink as she sets the bottle down and takes up the spray since it's held out. "So. Why are ya here at this time of night, Vrianth's rider?" There's a gesture about them, indicating the greenhouse and being here with her.

"Thinking you can get more badass than you are already, hm?" With a cock of her wrist, Leova angles the spray bottle to get that outstretched hand of Jo's and not the rest of her, even if that leather jacket's off in safekeeping. "We should keep one of these around for summer. Feel good? And me, healer's orders. Though I think I might just have had enough." Then Jo gets the bottle back, even if she might turn it back on the greenrider. "Tired," that greenrider admits.

There's a snort and a look for the first bit, Jo's chin lifting a fraction until her outstretched hand is spritzed. That draws a further smile from her as she says, "We should, wingmate. That we should, but for now, I think I'm done too. So's this little ugly thing." She takes it up once Leova announces that she's tired, getting to her feet and collecting up both the bottle and the plant as she jerks her head towards the exit. "Come on," she says, gesturing for the greenrider to follow her. "We'll follow ya up to yer ledge and make sure yer in okay, darlin'." She'll play escort, only taking up her jacket too once Leova's up and ready to go.

Her not leaving the plant there, that earns it a last interested look from Leova, who doesn't cavil at the escort. Though, "Heading back to our rooms in the caverns again. Understand if you don't want to walk me the whole way there." She's got a quick smile for Jo, though, either way. And Vrianth, she might stick with Tacuseth a little longer.

"What are wingmates for?" is all Jo gives to walking Leova the whole way back, gesturing for the greenrider to proceed her out of the greenhouse. After all, if they weren't in a hurry enough to be caring for an ugly desert plant, then Jo and Tacuseth has the time.