Logs:The Root of the Problem
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| RL Date: 25 March, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Barnabas |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Z'ian and Bones catch up on things political and personal, and tackle a pesky greenhouse chore. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions |
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| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. "You stupid... mothertonguing... peice of garbage!" With boot pressed to the edge of a pot nearly the size of the man himself, Bones stubbornly tugs at the base of a rotted tree, it's roots clinging fast into the dirt below. "You're already dead, why are you fighting me so much!" His forearms strain with vascularity as he grits his teeth and tries again, making little progress in lifting it from it's pot. With an exasperated exhale, he surrenders, shoulders slumped and dirty hands hanging loose at his sides. "Alright, you win." He claps his hands free of lingering filth, and goes to collect a sharp trowel. Why in the world Z'ian is hanging around the greenhouse is a mystery that will never be solved. But here he is. The bronzerider pokes his head out from around one of the plants and then steps out. While Bones is off collecting the trowel, he's examining the pot. Walking around it he gives a kick there, then another here and then another on the other side. Some of the dirt begins to break away from the side. Glancing over his shoulder to see if the gardener is back yet, he turns to the dead tree again and grabs it around the trunk. With a grunt, he tries to twist the whole thing to pull it away from the sides of the pot. Partial success. When the larger man eventually returns, "I loosened it up for you." "Pfft, more like I loostened it for you y'fairy! Almost right away, chores are abandoned in favor of addressing Z'ian, the big man tossing the trowel into the pot and sauntering right up to Z'ian. "Where you been? Too busy being the new weyrlord to visit a friend?" He's all grins as he throws his arms around the bronzerider in a firm hug, slapping a few pats to his back in the process. "When're you planning on putting your boot to Taikrin's ass and appointing Jo as the new Weyrwoman? Ha!" Rumors as juicy as this even reach Bones' ears. Z'ian laughs when the gardener throws his arms around him and he bear hugs the larger man back the best he can. Even if he doesn't quite have the physical strength to match. When the break away he sits on the edge of the stubborn pot. He laughs, ducking his head at the rib. "I was out of the weyr helping my family. Came back to find out I was the Weyrleader. Don't you hate when that happens?" The bronzerider jokes back easily, it's safe to that here with Bones in the greenhouse. A luxury he's likely not afforded outside amongst the others. "Tomorrow, you know. I figure by now the Weyr probably won't even notice they've got a new set of Weyrleaders again. Plus, Jo is sexy as hell. They'll be distracted." More laughter from Bones as Z'ian plays right along with the theoretical mutiny, arms crossing over his chest as he ponders the details. "And then I'll be the new Wingmaster of Boreal. Sounds good to me!" More titles for Bones to misremember, showcasing his true knack for politics. "Course, no disrespect to the lady, sexy as she is. Seein' her so close to the top of the food chain in this weyr makes me nervous, hehe." His comment is good natured, but truthful. "Perfect. I'll even let you borrow my dragon now and then to do the drills. He won't notice the difference anyway." That's probably not completely accurate, but Z'ian grins broadly along with it. Bones may not know or care for all the details, but that hardly seems to get under the bronzerider's skin at all. "Yeah, Jo is something of the opportunist. She'd likely take the Weyr for everything it had and run with it, right?" "Ha! And then when you fuck up, Boreal will announce me the new Weyrlord, and the cycle continue eh?" Bones hunkers down to sit back on a nearby bench, crossing his legs and sliding his hands to the back of his head. "Same shit, differant day. And as for Jo? Well..." He gives this one some thought, clearly. "... I'unno. Love the girl to death, but hearin' bout her standin' with Shani gave me the heebie jeebies." He's still smiling, but he looks to the floor for a moment as he tries to recall the sensation, and then looks up to Z'ian. "Is it just me? It's just me, ain't it. Hehe." "Exactly. And the indecisive occupants of 'Reaches will work on building up your successor. So on and so forth. Damn tricky people." Z'ian leans his elbows onto his knees. The crooked grin on his face would indicate he feels much the same way Bones does on that sentiment. "Jo and Aishani?" He sighs then and shakes his head. "I was fucking angry that night with her. All I could think was that damn crowd was going to turn on them both, with Jo in between it all." It takes a moment for him to push back the residual irritation once more. "It's not just you, a lot of people feel the same. Everything is complicated." With real issues popping up, and politics rearing their ugly head, Bones' smile fades further, and he's forced to give a sigh. "I really try not to think about this shit. I mean it don't really effect me none at all. I'm the gardener, what's a change of leadership gonna do differant for our supply of flowers eh?" There's a push at the top of his thighs as he stands up and makes his way over to Z'ian. "None if it really matters much if y'think on it. Life's too short for any one group of assholes to do damage that the next group can't patch up. Least that's been my experience." "You sure? What happens if someone comes in here and tells you to rip out all your flowers? Replace them with just potatoes?" Z'ian gestures around with one hand, indicating everything around them. "I think that's what it feels like to a lot of us. That this whole thing is ripping out all the flowers. But now I'm starting to get way too deep and metaphysical or some shit." The bronzerider remains there on the pot, watching Bones as he moves around. "You're right, there's a sense to that in a way." He has to admit to that. "We can talk about something else though? Like what the fuck you've been doing without me around to make your life interesting?" There's a brief moment to ponder the greenhouse being turned into a potato farm, and even just a moment of such a dystopian vision has Bones' face scrunching up in a disgusted wince. If there's any truth to the analogy, Bones now understands the gravity of the situation. "Well, honestly? I've been up to my neck in teenagers." The fingers come out as he lists them. "Mave, this lower caverns girl. She wants me to teach her how to fight. K'zin, new weyrling, is having real problems with his dragon fillin' his head with dirty thoughts. N'ky is..." Should he put it gently? It's too entertaining not to. "N'ky wants my dick." Z'ian listens to that rundown with an arching of his eyebrows. Eventually he just laughs and hangs his head, "Shit man. Have you thought about locking the door to keep them all out? I've never been good with teenagers. Congratulations on your new unclehood with them or should it be condolences?" As for the subject of the weyrling that wants his dick, he's giving a shake of his head. "I have a ten turn rule for situations like that it. It curbs the rate of young impressionable women from thinking we're weyrmated and camping out on my ledge." Now the laughter returns, Bones crossing over towards Z'ian and giving him a pat on the shoulder. "For some reason they think because I'm old, that means my advice is good. Poor bastards." Now, his arms cross over his chest as he looks down into the pot, pondering something with a scratch to his temple with a curved index finger. "Ten turns eh?" With N'ky, it was closer to twenty. "What about you eh? What's going on with you 'sides gettin' nominated." "No, I refuse to believe that you're old. But that means that I'm old too and I'm not ready to be old. I don't even have grey hair yet. We're both at the height of you know, our awesome manhood." Z'ian gestures between them, pushing his elbows off of his knees. "Have you actually been giving them any good advice?" He wonders before laughing again. "Me? Besides having my wing try to destroy my career, uh well. Lets see... We lost my father, but life moves on. I mean, my personal life is going well, if complicated. Honestly, things could be better but they could be a lot worse." "I'm trying to steer 'em right, but let's be be honest. It's me we're talkin' bout." The grin at his self-depricating humor, drops entirely at mention of Z'ian's father. "Aww fuck, dude. Sorry for your loss man. Seriously." The vague outlines of Z'ian's life do little to perk him up. "Sounds like you've got way too much on your mind." Bones suddenly reaches into the pot to grab the trowel he tossed in earlier, and decides to free it from the pot entirely. "Wanna help me with this sucker?" The plant, still stubbornly in it's place. "I figure with four arms we could do the deed easy." It won't help at all if the bronzerider continues to sit there on the pot like that, will it? "Don't worry about it, no apologies needed. It's more upsetting for my mother than it is for me." Z'ian gives the whole situation a casual brush off, as if he's already forgetting about the touchy subject himself. "And that's why I'm here spending my evening with a good friend. And not in the living cavern with a bunch of likely crazy people." He grins and turns to the plant, wrapping his hands around the trunk. "Sure. Let me know when you want me to start pulling. We'll get this bitch out." "Sure. With me. Not crazy people." Bones reaches down to grip hard at the spots on the trunk where Z'ian's hands aren't, able to wrap around it's middle but only just so. "Alright, on the count of three. But like, on three, not that stupid thing where people say on three but they mean on four. Got it?" He lowers himself down with his knees, readying himself for a solid grip. "One, two, THREE!" There's probably some irony to the not crazy people thing. "Yeah on three- What? What's on four?" There's a pause and then Z'ian is shaking his head, no really. He's got this. He's got your back or something. Bending at the knees also, he pulls on time with Bones. Not at two and not at four but on the three like he's supposed to be doing. Yanking back the tree doesn't seem to be budging, but then it does. It's difficult to tell at first but soon it's slipping out, faster and then whoosh. The plant comes completely out of the pot and the bronzerider at least, staggers backwards from the displaced force. The suddeness of the tree giving at their combined strength has Bones struggling with physics, and he lets go of the tree just to try and untether himself from Z'ian who might still be clutching on. The leafless, pre-pruned collection of trunk and short dead branches turns out had quite the hold in the soil, the collection of roots ripped free more than impressive and spraying dirt all over the floor. Despite Bones ending up on his ass, he seems overjoyed at a job well done. "Haha! Nice one!" Z'ian ends up still on his feet, but landing with his back against some sort of potted bush behind him. He disentangles himself from it as quickly as he can, plucking a thorn or two out of his jacket. Regardless of having plantlife and dirt attached to him, the rider grins broadly and laughs. "I can't imagine how that thing died with all those roots it has there. Damn." "Yeah well..." There's a pause as he grunts his way up to his feet, once again clapping his hands free of dirt, and putting his hands at his waist as he looks down at an empty pot and the dead tree on the floor beside it. "Now that it's out of the way, I replace it with something fresh. Something better." He turns to Z'ian. "If I had to dig all this out with the trowel and shovel, it woulda probably taken an hour or more. Which means you just saved me a damn heap'a time." There's a pause as he brainstorms how to properly thank Z'ian for his effort. "Which means I got time to waste. How about we kick back at the Snowasis, and I buy you a drink or two eh?" "Can you replace it with something that's not nearly as big next time?" Z'ian asks, eyeballing the remains of the tree that's now on the ground. He brushes some dirt off of his pants. He grins again at the mention of going to get a drink. "That sounds like a great fucking idea. Lets go." Sufficiently clean of dirt, he pulls his jacket tighter around him. He'll be ready to leave once Bones is. Glancing out from behind the safety of greenhouse glass, the heavy rain makes him think twice about heading out in his usual sleeveless number, and he moves to find his pelt cloak. "C'mon big guy." Only slightly ironic, considering Bones is larger of the two. "Let's go get you fucked up. You've earned a night of fun." Furs are thrown up over his shoulders, and just like that the two are ready to head out.
CommentsJo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 26 Mar 2013 06:48:45 GMT. <
That's right, boys..... FEAR. ;D
I enjoyed the different outlooks when it comes to the politics. As much as Bones hates politics. XD
< I have no words, just... :O XD
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Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 26 Mar 2013 06:48:45 GMT.
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That's right, boys..... FEAR. ;D
I enjoyed the different outlooks when it comes to the politics. As much as Bones hates politics. XD
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 28 Mar 2013 04:36:40 GMT.
< I have no words, just... :O
XD
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