Logs:Catching Up in the New Turn
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| RL Date: 17 February, 2013 |
| Who: Ainslee, Vienne |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Ainslee and Vienne recap their first Turnover at High Reaches |
| Where: Living Cavern |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Windy |
| Mentions: Barnabas/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| It's a brand new turn, but the weather outside goes right on being same old High Reaches, wintry and today with biting winds. Vienne can hardly be blamed for lingering in the warmth of the living cavern, tucked in at an out of the way table, even though she's done with her meal. She's still nursing a mug of something, slouched deep in her chair with a knee propped up against the table as she slowly thumbs through a book. It must be funny, whatever she's reading, since she smiles to herself, the busy cavern around her all but forgotten. It's always funny that life goes on, isn't it? Earthshattering events could be taking place, but 'earthshattering' always seems to affect the earth, well, very little, as it were. Ainslee breezes in from the cold, appearing as always untouched by the bite of frost and sere scorch of freezing cold. She doesn't linger, however, tugging a scarf free of her neck and plucking gloves from her fingers as she moves through the crowds, searching for an empty seat. The sweet blessing of Serendipity lands her next to Vienne, still radiating the cold - snow is beginning to melt in her hair and on her clothes. "Good book?" A flashed smile. Vienne's eyes stick to the page even as Ainslee sits, though the bluerider's knee does drop, definitely aware of someone else in her vicinity, just doggedly determined to reach a good stopping point. She scoots herself back, posture a bit more polite and presentable and she starts to smile. And only after all of that does she lift her gaze across to the frosted woman, thumb slipping into place and the book lowering. "Hey," she greets, light and cheery. "Yeah, better than I thought." Her glance skims over the drops of snow melting in red hair. "How's the new turn treating you?" With the patience of someone familiar with being interrupted while reading, Ainslee doesn't interrupt, waiting for Vienne to get to her spot. The redhead is still shucking layers in an effort to reach a good temperature. "So was he ripping her bodice off, or allowing her to enjoy the 'blue-veined marble of his rock-hard dri--'..." She breaks off as she gets a Look from someone sitting down the way: obviously a holdbred someone, but. The Hailstorm rider tosses a bemused glance, then focuses back on Vienne. "So far, better than actual turnover!" There's definitely laughter, there. What starts as a friendly roll of Vienne's eyes for the bodice-ripping becomes an all out dramatic gag when the options get worse. She turns it into a laugh, though, shakes her head and goes about slipping her bookmark in the place of her thumb, setting the volume down beside her debris-strewn plate. "Nothing like that. It's a series of letters between two harpers. One of them had quite a way with descriptions. Though..." The bluerider dips her chin and sends a meaningful glance across at Ainslee, enough to say that the harper in her book has nothing on the greenrider at her table. As for the actual turnover: "What happened there? You and Bones..." There's the expected smirk for the dramatic gag, melting quickly into sympathy. "You know, hone--" Ainslee seems to think better about whatever it was that she was going to say, bubbling into laughter before shaking her head, sending curls bouncing. For descriptions, there's a bit of a shoulder shrug; "When you read enough of them," airily replied, "You learn all manners of purple-prose explanations of anatomy." Her eyes roll at turnover, though: "I got what I deserved for wearing something cut entirely too low." Does Vienne know? She arches those eyebrows, ready to have some knowledge dropped on her, mouth curving into an answering smirk. She might even be just a little disappointed when Ainslee changes direction. "I have read some," she says. "Though... thankfully I haven't yet come across that particular passage." No meal to eat now, book set aside, the bluerider takes up her mug with both hands, cradling it beneath her chin. "That was quite a dress," she has to admit. "But what happened? All I saw was everyone staring. Bones seems..." She pouts thoughtfully, though, not entirely sure what Bones seems. Vienne doesn't know. Thankfully. "Just wait." About reading bad passages, that is. Ainslee doesn't seem all too hurried to get up and procure a drink; instead, she stretches her insubstantial length. "Thanks," she comments about the dress. "I wanted it to be like that. Cost a pretty penny." Less than it would be for someone /else/, maybe. "Someone threw a mark at my cleavage. It kind of ... stuck? And Bones- that's his name, Bones?- fished it out for me." She is NOT laughing, either, though her lips may be struggling to contain a smile. Vienne tries not to smile, and when that fails, she tries not to laugh, but ultimately both end up bubbling, sympathy tranforming into a regretful chuckle as she shakes her head and puts a hand over her face to hide what might not be the most flattering of reactions. "Okay," she'll allow, "I believe that's something he would do. Bones, yes. He's..." The bluerider shrugs, but her indulgent smile probably says enough. "Surprised you, didn't he." Because maybe girls who wear dresses like shouldn't be all that upset about extra attention. "I just didn't expect-- I don't know. I was already flustered by something flying at my face." Wait, she's not used to that? ... From being a dragonrider? Dirty minds. "I've never met him before. He seemed..." Different? "...interesting," says the greenrider, momentarily politically correct. "I think it surprised me most because Z'ian was right there, in hindsight. I don't know. Anyhow. Did you enjoy yourself? How's this turn treating -you-?" Vienne doesn't take the easy shot, it doesn't seem to occur to her. Instead she nods agreeably about Bones, finding 'interesting' to be an accurate descriptor. But her eyesbrows press inward as she takes a sip from her mug, not for the contents but for Ainslee's explanation. "Because Z'ian was there? Are you two..." One of these days, Vienne will finish a sentence instead of letting it trail off. Like right now when she grins a bit more shyly. "It's been good. I actually ended up performing at the Hall. Just one song. I'm afraid I'm embarrassingly out of practice." "Us?" Startled, "Oh, no. He's-- fun, of course, but I hardly know the man." Aside from how he looks naked. Because that's not really knowing someone, is it? Ainslee drops the question in favor of the next, though. "Oh, a performance at the Hall? Lovely! You should arrange to do one here, at the weyr. I'd certainly make sure to be there." She leans forwards, thoughtful. "I wonder if that would go through the Harpers here, or the headwoman..." Ainslee hardly knows him, which seems to puzzle the bluerider, her head tipping to the side. "You just figure that, from Bone's perspective, he doesn't know you're not with Z'ian, so it's surprising he'd be so forward right in front of someone who could be upset about it?" That's the best Vienne can surmise about the situation. It does delay the discussion of Weyr performances for a moment, and the former harper's glance slides out across the room, where such perfomances would likely be held. "I'm sure the they'll arrange one if they want one." She's not volunteering. "Exactly," Ainslee states, well-satisfied with Vienne's figuring out her emotions for her. (And Ainslee was the one training to be a mindhealer? Faranth save us all.) "It just seems to violate the... normal code of things, I guess. Unless he and Z'ian are tight, I guess. I don't know. Whatever." She waves it off, airy again. A thoughtful expression, sliding to a side to prop elbow on the tabletop, chin on her palm. "Do you not like performing?" she carefully questions. Vienne doesn't know anything about Bones and Z'ian's relationship either, so all the can do is shrug a thin shoulder. And really, this question about performing seems to make her think, that gaze drifting off again as she sips her mug. "Mm, I don't mind it. I'm happy to sing or play if people want to hear it. And it's different here, a little more relaxed. When you're surrounded by the great talents of Pern and you know you don't really belong among them..." So perhaps that explains the shy smile she had, mentioning it in the first place. "But the harpers here can arrange their performances. It's not really my place. You were a healer, right?" She lifts a brow, angling that proposition back at Ainslee. Ainslee falls thoughtful while Vienne talks. "You think you didn't belong among the talented?" She doesn't move from her position, chinpropped as she is, despite the hustle and flow of people about, fresh food delivered and the smell of klah in the air. "But if someone /else/ asks you..." She trails off, stealing Vienne's schtick at the moment, still thoughtful. "I was less than six months from my qualifying exams for journeyman when I was Searched, yes." As a Healer, but that's implied, right? Vienne brushes some of the weight from that question, a quick shake of her head, a quick frown. "It's not necessarily that. I know that no one expects me to be exquisite, and I didn't embarrass myself or anything. It was a surprise, though. Someone's idea of a turnover gift." Her mouth twists to a smirk for that. "I had barely walked the tables when I impressed." It's not necessarily here or there, because the real point is, "Would you feel it was your place to organize the healers here?" She gives the greenrider a look that certainly looks ready to guess her answer. "Ah." Curious, Ainslee may be, but she doesn't pry... overmuch. Not yet. "Mmm. Amazing how often the dragons seem to pick crafters." It's an idle comment, not something that goes into real depth. She whisks away the last question: "Different. But I see your meaning. I did," the greenrider points out, "Apply myself to the dragonhealers when I did get here, to see how I could help." Eyebrows lift: see? Maybe there is a happy medium. While it's not really the point of Ainslee's comment, it does remind Vienne, "I've been meaning to finish copying Oswinth's records. I got everything from Igen, but I figured that having a second set wouldn't be a bad idea. I want the dragonhealers here to have all the information. Hopefully he won't need them too much but..." But history would seem to indicate otherwise, particularly if it's taking her a bit of time to copy everything. She smiles a bit shyly, as if she doesn't want fate to overhear her hopes and plot against them. And she also pulls her book from the table, twisting to tuck it into the pocket of her jacket on the back of her chair. "Mmmm, it's never a bad idea to have an extra set of health records," Ainslee agrees along, absentminded. She finally stirs, glancing towards the line slowly building at the food tables. "You should tell me to just go and get it over with - it's not like it's going to get any better, me just sitting here." Dinner... it's what's, er, for dinner. "That little girl who sang at Turnover - she was pretty good." Aside from the whole choking on her words part. (It totally wasn't Ainslee's fault!) Vienne grins knowingly across the table and does exactly as she's bid. "You should go and get it over with. Not standing in line doesn't get your food any more quickly. And you can take my plates for me," she suggests with a bright, cheeky smile and a little nudge of said plate in the greenrider's direction. Vienne, however, is pulling out all her winter accessories, getting her hat and scarf and mittens in place, preparing to brave that wicked wind howling outside. "Ha, fine." Ainslee does collect Vienne's plate, eyeballing the strewn debris as she does. "Ham tonight?" she half-questions, shifting up to her feet in a slow groan of movement. "Oh well. It was nice chatting with you. Maybe next time there could be-- singing." Her smile is a touch wicked, the rest whimsical. Vienne answers that wicked smile with one of her own, though it doesn't quite have the same look on the bluerider. Instead of wishing Ainslee a satisfying dinner or making promises for their next meeting, as she stands and shrugs her jacket on, she begins to sing quietly. It's a rather bawdy song, about a crew of sailors all dreaming about a buxom girl without realizing it's the same girl in all of their fantasies. She doesn't actually get further than the first verse before turning away, but with a parting grin, Vienne heads off. Nothing farther than the first verse is necessary, though: Ainslee's laughter, pure and low and delighted, follow Vienne as she exits. Laughter, and then a call of "Bravo!". Shaking her head, still smiling, the greenrider rises to her feet and moves off to focus on dinner- humming an entirely inappropriate little jaunty tune, not quite under her breath. She may get a few dirty looks for it, but who cares, right?
CommentsAzaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Feb 2013 22:09:08 GMT. <
Awhaw. Ainslee and Vienne are always a pleasant read. <3
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 18 Feb 2013 22:09:08 GMT.
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Awhaw. Ainslee and Vienne are always a pleasant read. <3
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