Logs:Glacier Hospitality
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| RL Date: 4 March, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Liv |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Looking for Bones, both Jo and Liv meet outside of Glacier drills. Jo is friendly and offers to buy Liv a drink. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| The evening is almost late with the greenhouse empty of its usual denizens. It's dead silent within save for the sounds of someone spritzing water on something, somewhere. From the entrance one couldn't see who and where the sound is coming from, but it's certain that the greenhouse has an occupancy at this hour - somewhere down the rows of the flowers. Who knows what leads Liv into the greenhouse at this house, when obviously not a lot of people are going to be here. And she doesn't wander in, there's a certainty to her strides that carries her in and through the first few rows until she hears that spritzing. A little smile curves her mouth and she begins to weave her way through the aises and the rows, the pots and the shelves, ducking under a frond here and stepping over a low-hanging tendril there. She has a good ear, eventually finding the source of that sound... not to be who she thought it would be. But her smile doesn't falter when she sees Jo, instead she grins and tilts her head. "Gotcha." Jo it is, the black leathered convict rider standing before a blue flower pot with pale yellow flowers sticking out of it is spritzing water on it. Probably too much water. Her head seems bent to the task anyway until a sound draws her attention, and when Liv rounds the corner with that greeting, she straightens up with the water bottle going down and a brow raising along with one of her rakish smiles. "Gotcha yerself, wingmate," is her quick return, looking her over openly. "Thought ya were Bones, though, the man could be heard far outside this place if it was he." Setting the bottle down, taking a brief study of the flower she was watering down, "Liv, was it?" she asks with a glance. "Yer the transfer. Seen ya at drills." "I actually thought you were him too. Bones, I mean. He's usually scraping or spritzing around in here somewhere." Liv shrugs, oh well, and stuffs her hands in her pockets. As the other bluerider's attention diverts to the flowers, so do Liv's, until she finds herself on the receiving end of that glance. She lifts her chin and smiles. "I am. Maybe some day I won't be known for that. You're Jo." No uncertainty there. Her smile takes an impish turn. "He's around," Jo says with certainty, though there's an air about the equally tall woman in the way she leans against the table like she's in control over her surroundings, no matter. In her silence, she seems to size the sleek woman up from her head down to her toes. If her gaze lingers in particular womanly areas, so be it. She doesn't look ashamed to be doing so. Her smile is a crook one with a touch more once that gaze drags right back to her eyes before she nods on the last. "Someday," she seems to agree, perhaps. "Yeah, that's my name, darlin'. Blue Tacuseth's. I've heard about ya," is said with humor - in a near-purr - but she also tacks on. "Been settlin' in?" It might be something to say in Liv's favor that she endures being the subject of that slow study like a champ. She just smiles and tilts her chin up very subtly, neither engaged or shy. "I have. Finally got all of my things moved into the new cave. We have some puddles but it's nothing we can't live around. Everyone here has been nice. I hope the things you've been hearing have been good things?" She lifts her eyebrows, hopeful. "I'm trying to do Glacier right." That Liv passes her study is obvious. Jo subtly inclines her head, that smile lingering like her piercing gaze on the brownrider. "Nice is good," she agrees to that easily, and, she then responds to the very last with one of her low rumbling chuckles and a "Good. We're a hardy lot, us from Glacier. Rag on each other and stick up for each other, all under the same breath. I'm sure Taikrin has told ya as much." There's a studying pause before she straightens from that casual lean and returns to her plant before she then addresses the former. "As to things I've been hearin', it's nothin' I won' be able to figure out, upon becoming good friends." Dark eyes find hers, that enigmatic crooked smile still lingering there. "Nice place, Telgar. Loved the bar. Fucked yer barmaid there the last time. How is Dizzy, anyway?" Brow lifts as if she's really interested in the blonde barmaid from Telgar Weyr's bar. "Any closer to her dream Impression?" Eyebrows lifted and a slow nod, Liv agrees: she definitely did hear about Glacier from Taikrin. "I'm glad I'm on the team. I'd hate to be the other guys." Whoever they are. Her smile doesn't fade for the next, though her stare does sober some for the idea of being figured out. "I hope that's true." Though which part that applies to she doesn't say, and it's good that a distraction happens that makes her grin because the stare gets kind of intense if it's left unchecked. "Ha! Dizzy. She's good. But no, still dragonless. I kind of always wondered about her." In the kind of way people wonder about other people and what kinds of people they like. "The other guys, huh?" Something about that humors Jo, and the convict rider nods to that as she turns to give the plant one final once-over. She glances at Liv on the next, but it's on Dizzy that has her laughing. "She's kinky. I like that about her," she admits with ease. "She talks a lot, but, it's good she does. Helped me out one time." There's a pause and then she's folding her arms across her chest and adding, "So ya seen much of the Weyr by now? We got a pretty good bar here, too. Not much of my style," she's quick to note with a small snort, "but, it's good in a pinch. Most of the wing hangs there every night, drinkin' till they puke. Especially now with Taikrin in charge. Ya should let me buy ya a drink sometime there, though," she offers genially. "Like to do my part in helpin' out with Reachian hospitality, see. It'll be the good shit, too." Right. They share a laugh about Dizzy, Liv waxing nostalgic for just a moment before she remembers how she came to be here at the Weyr. That results in a dying down of the laughter and of the smile, both. Luckily she has a reply to focus on. "Yes. I've been there. Actually just the other night, maybe longer, I bought Brieli a drink." She almost sounds far away when she recollects that memory, something that somehow seems a lot foggier for her than mention of Dizzy. She gives Jo the full weight of her stare and then suddenly smiles again. "I'd like that. I like you, and the others. They're loud and I could use a little loud, after... well. Anyway. What's the good shit?" She lifts an eyebrow, curious. Jo observes every nuance on Liv's face, though her own always seems to remain as if she has nothing to hide. Like life was the party it should be. "Ya met Brieli," she echoes that like it was news to her, nodding a few times with slightly furrowed brows. "Have ya met Azaylia, too?" She returns that full stare steadily, her smile perhaps disarming, before something said has her laughing and running a hand through her wild, dark hair. "Like me already, huh?" she drawls that out, her tone laced with tease and open bravado. "I haven' even put on the charms, yet. The others are loud," she agrees almost dryly, "but they're good entertainment, if that's what yer lookin' for after a long day. What, Telgar ain' like that?" Curiosity is piqued when she doesn't finish her statement. As to what's the 'good shit', the bluerider quips on that, "Got some real good whiskey. Worth the marks. Unless that's not yer thing," she adds, studying her anew. "Maybe yer the girly drink sort?" The tease isn't hidden as she regards Liv. "Looks like ya could be, Telgar." "I did," Liv confirms re: the Weyrwoman. There's a second spent wondering about why that's a point of interest but then she shakes her head. "Not yet." Not Azaylia. "But I mean to." As any transfer would want to meet her new leaders. Also there's the whole mother of thy children, the whole reason for Iyniroth to exist right now kind of thing. If High Reaches is a cave, Azaylia and her lifemate are the flickering golden candle. "Telgar was... is, I guess, very... militant. I doubt that's changed. I was asked to leave for thinking outside of their box. And speaking outside of it with a voice slightly louder than what might have been necessary," she adds with a shrug and a grin. "I drink whiskey," she counters easily. "Whatever I may look. Straight, on the rocks." And that might just be a little challenge, delivered with another lift of her chin even though she's at eye-level with the other rider. Liv's answer on Telgar seems to get the most of Jo's attention, and to those words there's a deadpan, "They likely would have kicked me and Tac out, then. I always did have authority issues, myself. It's never enough 'what's in it for me', ya know?" Shaking her head, "Well, guess yer in the right place," she muses on that. "Ya won' get that sort of treatment here, unless ya step out of line and muss up with the leadership." And that challenge on whiskey, she's meeting that gaze evenly and in a lingering moment of silence before she counters with, "Well alright, then. We'll drink to our hearts' content, or until one of is can' stand." Confirmation enough from her. On the topic of being kicked out, Liv can only agree and gesture at herself. Living proof. "I hope I am," she replies. "In the right place. I don't plan on making a stir." How true. Upon the taking-up of that challenge/offer, the brownrider grins white teeth at Jo and nods once, final. "Whichever happens first, and they might go hand in hand." If she were the sort of person to wink, there would be a wink here. "What are you doing right now?" she wonders next, glancing slyly kind of over her shoulder the way they might go if they were to leave and go to someplace with booze. "Ain' nothin' wrong if ya do," Jo counters on making a stir, looking like she's the sort that could corrupt a person. "I hardly behave, darlin'." She pushes away from the table with her hips, uncrossing her arms when Liv bears teeth in a smile at her. It's returned just a predatory to those challenging words, the woman clearly in her element. As to that question, she looks towards the greenhouse entrance, then at her far-too-watered-down plant before answering her. "Was waitin' for Bones to show up, but, I think I'll leave this for him to check out," she indicates the pot before turning to face her wingmate. Gaze back on Liv, "Why? Lookin' to take up my generosity before it's forgotten?" That little smirk. Whatever somber feelings talk of Telgar stirred up are banished nearly all by all this grinning and laughing. Liv almost looks giddy when she realizes she's going to win Jo's company after all, even though she has her plant and all. "Well I wouldn't call myself opportunistic, but you did promise me a drink. And I am thirsty." And as if she knows she's already won, she begins to back up towards an exit with a little smile in place. Eventually she has to turn around to make it to the Snowasis without knocking over every single plant in here. "Well who am I to deny a dashin' damsel her drink?" Jo thinks she's smooth, at least, having decided that buying Liv a drink can be afforded in her time. She gestures for the brownrider to proceed her as she heads out of the greenhouse herself, stating quite wryly, "Lucky for ya, I can use a drink myself. I think I pretty much killed that plant I brought back there, anyway, so..." So. Probably best to high-tail it out of there to greener, whiskey pastures. At least for the rest of the evening spent at the Snowasis, she keeps the conversation light and full of charming banter as she plies the good shit - well enough until her blue calls her out into the night for urgent business.
CommentsAzaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Mar 2013 12:21:46 GMT. < *laughs* Of course Jo has to officially welcome her pretty new wingmate. Liv certainly seems like Glacier's type!
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Jo's just doing her job... ;)
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Aww man, if there was ever a time for Bones to be around.
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IGNORE ALL OF MY TYPOS. so many typos. Also <3 this was so much fun, I love wingmate RP! Also Jo. ^^
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Mar 2013 12:21:46 GMT.
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*laughs* Of course Jo has to officially welcome her pretty new wingmate. Liv certainly seems like Glacier's type!
Brieli (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Mar 2013 16:10:58 GMT.
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Jo's just doing her job... ;)
Barnabas (Barnabas (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 05 Mar 2013 21:33:59 GMT.
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Aww man, if there was ever a time for Bones to be around.
Eliv (Eliv (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 01:48:02 GMT.
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IGNORE ALL OF MY TYPOS. so many typos. Also <3 this was so much fun, I love wingmate RP! Also Jo. ^^
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