Logs:Win-Win
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| RL Date: 7 April, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Taikrin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Taikrin calls Jo over and they talk frank about the current situation of the Weyr. |
| Where: Weyrleader's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, Lia/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions |
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| First it was just an overnight crash when Szadath was too busy with Hraedhyth to take Taikrin back up to her weyr. Then it was a convenient place to leave papers. But now Taikrin has been seen more and more ducking in and out of the traditional Weyrleader's weyr, and while most of the contents don't appear to be hers (yet), there are a few tell-tales: a half-empty bottle of whisky, rumpled clothes kicked into a corner, and a disaster of hides and broken charcoal sticks on the desk. It is to here that Szadath directs Tacuseth, where he lounges lazily upon the ledge and keeps an eye on the queens' weyrs: « Send yours to our weyr. We wait. » « Good timing! » With Jo and Tacuseth having just gotten in from wherever they've gone for the day, the summons seems to catch the rider of the pair with dust still on her boots. The nicked and scratched blue lands neatly on the Weyrleader's familiar ledge, tucking in his wings just as his ladyrider dismounts. She pulls the helmet and goggles and off and stashes them immediately, letting her hair flow free as she turns and kicks a nod towards Szadath. Clicking her tongue as she heads into the inner portion of the Weyr, "And I was about to take my top off," is her greeting to the acting Weyrleader about them having just arrived at the Weyr, her saunter easy and slow as she takes in the state of the weyr. "Been awhile since I catch'a alone." 'Alone' is a relative term: Taikrin is alone, if one doesn't count the mound of hides that are the size of a small child on the desk. She's pawing through them, muttering obscene comments, when Jo walks in. Rather than look up, she waves the bluerider further in. "Don't stop on my account-- I ain't seen a pair of tits wasn't mine in nearly a seven." She finally looks up, then, to flash a ruefully twisted smile at the bluerider. "Sorry. You know how it is." She waves idly at her paperwork, then pushes away from the desk and stretches. "Running the world don't leave a lot of spare time, turns out." "Just a seven?" Jo nearly purrs those words, her long fingers tracing along the edges of her closed black leather jacket. It's a teasing manner. "Not easy or fun bein' at the top, ain' it, darlin'? Well, if ya ask me nicely, who knows what I'll show." She reaches the table by now, her gaze skirting over those hides to the woman pawing through them. Studying her face, "Looks like ya can use a drink," she observes, and then, shortly, "Yeah, I get that on spare time. If it ain' Greenfields, it's someone else lookin' for my time." Looking at the place once more though, "Lookin' for a drinkin' buddy, or ya need somethin' from me?" she asks now. For a moment, right when Jo mentions Greenfields, Taikrin goes totally still. She attempts to cover it by bustling to her feet and stretching again, but the moment is there for those who know her well enough. "Little of both, reckon. Been meaning to catch up with you these last few sevens, get your read on what's what. Know I can count on your opinion, yeah?" She gestures towards the couch-and-chairs. "Want a drink? Grabbed some of the good stuff the other day." Jo catches that pause on one name easily, the way she watches Taikrin from where she stands. She doesn't seem to want to comment on it however, letting the moment pass. Perhaps, for now. "I aim to please, sometimes," she drawls on what's needed of her then, moving towards the couch and choosing that to drop down onto. Legs crossing as she leans back with her arm stretching out on the top of the couch, she skips to answering on the last first before the words before it. With a smirk, "I expect no less from ya, on the good stuff." That's her definite agreement to the invitation. "I've been meanin' to do the same, since the hatchin'. Reckon both our schedules haven' been so generous to us." There's some fumbling as Taikrin finds clean glasses to pour into, but then she's bringing both over and settling herself down in the chair next to Jo. "Here-- so, tell me. How're our uncles doing, anyhow? Been a while since I heard from 'em, save for a congratulations note months ago, when Szad caught again." She's trying to casual in how she's reclining on her seat, but there's no masking the tension in her body. Eyes more on Taikrin - her body, one can surmise since it's more or less lingering from her chest to her shoulders - Jo takes that pause to take up the glass and briefly raise it her way in thanks before taking a drink. Then, "The fightin' ring haven' changed," she notes, leaning her head back a bit and angling a long look her way. "They're well, themselves. They were pleased with the hatchin' results, for the most part," though she, herself looks just a tad less than. Nodding, "They're more pleased at...how high ya raised yerself," she adds, looking meaningfully her way as she lifts the glass close to her lips. "Of course, we're all at yer dispense. To make sure ya stay that way." "Were they?" Is Taikrin's smile a little sour, or is that just her reaction to her sip of whisky? "Glad to see the hatchlings could oblige them." Still, she's interested enough in that other bit to lean forward. "They offer anything in particular to you? Biggest thing I could use right now is rewards. Only so many ranks and weyrs I can hand out. They got a bead on something more useful? Whiskey's okay for some, but I could use... more." "Pracor Impressin' would have been somethin' useful," Jo nods on that. "Especially on bronze, but....Sabella has a lot of potential. Sybile, too, if we find any use for her on the clever side." Then she takes a drink when Taikrin leans forward, dark eyes cutting to her when it picks up on the latter before she sets the glass down. "I can offer myself to ya," she says after a breath, and if it sounds a tad suggestive, it's Jo before she tacks on behind it, "I'm useful with maps. I study them, see. That's useful with sweeps. Very useful, in fact." She says it as if there's a connection to the question Taikrin asks, even if it's not quite an answer. "Rewards," she now touches the words, "is a firelizard. They happened upon a clutch. They're useful in their own way. Got one myself, from them. But, more...." There's a pause, and a slight shrug of one shoulder. "Depends on what else yer lookin' for." "Maps for sweeps?" Taikrin is skeptical. "Firelizards, maybe. I don't know. I ain't sure of what I'm really asking, honestly. Ain't like they can make D'nis or Lia or K'del be any less of a pain in my ass." Beat. "And I ain't asking for them to be taken care of, yet, so don't go there." She says it with a little laugh, as if she's joking. About assassinating her foes. "They gave you a firelizard? You want a firelizard?" Jo studies the other a moment longer before she says, "Gotta know the lay of the land, right? Ya got a lot on yer plate. I see that," she notes with a chin-nod towards the hides. "Just offerin' help on sweeps. Lettin' our riders get to know the more of the land than ridin' the same places over and over. And," and, "there'd be a small favor for Lanvec." She's so casual and calm in saying it, as if she was discussing changing clothes. She smiles a bit on the listed names then before she says, "Are they that much trouble, that we're jokin' about assassinations? All they seem to be doin' is walkin' about, postulatin'." Pause. "And declarin' unsuspectin' men to be Weyrleaders." On firelizards though, she drains her glass and states, "Why not? Useful for our line of work, right? Most folks we deal with, gotta talk to them somehow when they don' got dragons. Been workin' on Mime myself." "Of course we ain't joking about that!" Taikrin seems mildly horrified when Jo voices assassinations aloud. "Faranth, where your mind goes. We're all friends here. Ain't nobody killing nobody." Her look, though, is pointed. "Insubordination isn't harmless. You should know that. And what does Lanvec want, exactly, that has you so interested in the sweep maps?" She finishes her drink when she says it, knocking it back as if she needed the strength. There's short, quiet laughter from Jo at Taikrin's shock, leaning forward to offer her empty glass for a refill. "An ex-con on a dragon is still an ex-con, some would say," seems to be her excuse for where her mind goes, her smile quite bold. "And, I dunno if what they're doin' is insubordination as much as gatherin' for a mutiny. Some would observe. Had an interestin' chat with Azaylia about it the other day, even." She turns to the matter of Lanvec though, and what he wants. "I'm always interested in sweep maps," she notes. "Call it a hobby of mine. Anyway. Ya got a map of the current sweeps? I'll show ya." She straightens up on the couch, waiting. "Yeah, I got one back here," Taikrin confirms as she stands to refill their drinks. Rather than drag it out for inspection, though, she asks, "What were you saying to Azaylia about it? What did she say to you? She ain't said much to me about it, but then I ain't really had time for that, either. There ain't ever enough time, seems like." As she pours into the glasses, she adds casually, "Did she say if K'del has been bothering her again?" Jo remains on the couch when Taikrin goes for the map in question, choosing to answer on Azaylia with a blithe, "K'del? Botherin'?" There's an open snort to that. "No, she was defendin' him to me when we talked. About Aishani and the whole Vijay-thing." She shakes her head and quips, "She thinks trouble's gonna start from that hatchin' announcement. That Aishani's got some wildcard up her sleeve she hasn' played yet. She's hurt about not knowin', and I get that's where some of it's comin' from, but..." a shrug. "I dunno. Seems like she's with K'del, in so much words. Not really sure." "Interesting," is Taikrin's only comment at first as she finishes with the drinks and brings them back. "You know, if you want to help, the best thing you could do for me is discredit K'del. I know it's him riling up the wings, and trying to get Azaylia under his thumb. He's been desperate for a goldrider he can control, and I just ain't got enough time to look after her and stop him on top of everything else. And I ain't going to see him turn poor Azaylia into his puppet." There's enough force in her exclamation that some of the whiskey slops over her hand as she holds the glass out to Jo. "Me and Aishani will do what's right for the weyrwomen and the Weyr, but it's hard to get everyone to see it right. They've been led astray for so long, you know?" Taking the glass, "Hard to do that when she already distrusts me for my role in the announcement," Jo counters on Azaylia, gesturing with her free hand for the map. "I reckon I'll be the last woman she'll take her word for. We ain' exactly seein' eye-to-eye right now, darlin', along with us not havin' talked much before the hatchin'. And K'del...well, we weren' close, but too much shit's happened that he's probably seein' me as the enemy, too. Ya think that's what K'del's up to? Gettin' a goldrider under his thumb?" It's something she wasn't thinking about as possibility until now, obviously. Hearing the last, though, the bluerider grunts her agreement to that as she takes a drink first before she says, "Need to convince them that havin' a Vijay leadin' the Weyr ain' a bad thing, first. The way some are talkin' in the wing, ya think this Weyr's gonna burn around our fuckin' ears." "I know people're upset about Aishani. They'll get over it-- they got over me, eventually. It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't have K'del getting them stirred up. And if he didn't think he had Azaylia as an alternative, well." She sighs, sinking back into her seat. "I know they ain't listening to you, but-- well. See what you can do. See what our uncles think they can dig up, maybe, if they want whatever it is they want with our sweep schedules. I reckon they must know something. We're already doing our best to make Aishani look okay-- what I need is help making the alternative look worse, you know?" "We're talkin' history, darlin'," Jo says, seeming to agree anyway. "I wasn' here when the whole thing went down, but a lot of the older ones were. Now we got them stirrin' shit up just because they can' let the past go." Still, though, she spreads her hands out and adds, "But, I'll look into it, like I do. See if Azaylia can be made to be open. I can also go to our uncles and put forth this-" and gestures between themselves "-in regards to a trade of sorts. If they fail to, well....there's always other alternatives." Jo knows people. "I agree. We need to make the alternative look worse, and it would be better if we're not openly doing it. They're expectin' a move; let's keep them expectin', I'd say." She takes a long drink and smacks her lips, nodding firmly as if her words seal the deal. "Might help with our uncles thinkin' yer still with us," she notes now, looking Taikrin's way. "I'm all about the win-win, darlin'." "Of course it's got to be subtle. Everything has to be so fucking subtle, because Faranth forbid anyone realize we're trying to do what's best for them." Taikrin's maybe a little bitter. "They want in on what I've got going on, they're going to have to help me out a little. Last thing I need is rumors going around that I've sold the Weyr out for a little something on the side. Know what I'm saying? No reason we can't all win here, but it needs to be all of us." She finishes off this second drink too, though she looks none the worse for the wear. "Don't you worry too much about Azaylia, but see if maybe you can't remind people about how dangerous K'del is to our goldriders. Especially her. Remind everyone that we serve the queens, yeah?" "They prefer to just focus on the fact that a convict and a Vijay are runnin' things," Jo quips, rather amused and a tad bit concerned. She could tell the stress running through the acting Weyrleader, alright. "Rolls off the tongue better than actually lookin' around and seein' that none of their comforts in this Weyr life hasn' downgraded in the least. Azaylia thinks it's because people need to trust in their leaders. I disagree. Keep them fed and given the life they're accustomed to, and they'll eventually not give a shit who's runnin' things. Even the naysayers will quiet when they find their protests startin' to fall on deaf ears." Encouragement, maybe? But on their uncles, she drains her glass before she answers on them, "If this place dunno about yer loyalty to Greenfields, then they ain' gonna know. Don' worry about that. I'll make sure we all win, darlin'. No point in takin' this sort of gamble otherwise. Lanvec's a tough bastard, but he's a reasonable one, too when it comes to opportunity." She nods on the last, easy. "Make him sound lecherous," she notes, wry. "Yeah, I'll take care of it. Get M'ron and Kait on it, and maybe our weyrlin's." "Good. Real good. Yeah, I think you got the right of it," Taikrin sighs as she allows herself to relax back in her chair. "See if you can't make sure Z'ian knows the truth of it, too. He seems alright, but if he can't get his riders under control we're going to have to have a talk he ain't going to like." Beat. "Do you think he'd like you for a wingsecond? Not like I want to lose you in Glacier, mind, but I ain't opposed to seeing you all step up in the world if you got an eye for it." There's something calculating in the way she's watching Jo, now, from over the top of her empty glass. Settling back against the couch once Taikrin sits, it might be hard to detect the slight stiffening of her body at hearing the bronzerider's name. The smile sent is quick, disarming, too casual. She looks sidelong at her now, picking up that look in her eyes before she states, "I think he already got someone picked out for the role," she answers smoothly, staring her right back. "And, I ain' ready to leave Glacier, if ever. I get all sentimental and shit about the wing that took this girl in. Ya want me to keep an eye on him," she opens that up, "ain' no need to ask. We fuck." Assuming more than once. Can she get any more blatant or crass? Yes, she can. "Look, ya want me to let him know, I'll let him know. Ain' shit I can do if he decides after that to run amuck. Ya know these men. Just don' hit him in the crotch and we're golden." Anywhere else is fine, apparently. "So I heard," Taikrin says, all mild smiles in light of Jo's reaction over Z'ian. "Just asking. Like I said, I ain't keen to lose you or anything light that. No harm in making the offer. Just make sure he knows I'll do what's best, and I'm happy to bring him along if he plays nice. Make sure he knows I look out for people who look out for me, yeah? I ain't got a desire to hit him anywhere, so long as he does what's right for all of us. And quashes all this shit about 'Z'ian for Weyrleader', yeah? I ain't gonna tolerate that much longer." Jo briefly gives Taikrin a look, but she's snorting and looking away. "Hey, ain' above raisin' high myself," she notes, "but, right now, bigger knots will hurt my position more than help it. Got too many things that need doin', that don' need me known too much. Someday, maybe." Eyes back on the brownrider then, "I'll let him know. Of course. Like I told Shani, this Weyrleader shit wasn' his move, and he's takin' care of it. Didn' look like his style and I was right. Ya both leave Z'ian to me," the convict rider says, her smile curious. "He'll hear me out, one way or another." "Glad I got you to take care of that bit, then. I'll just leave all his bits to you." Snorting at her own terrible pun, Taikrin leans back and briefly squeezes her eyes shut. "Okay. Good. Glad I got you here to help me sort it out. Couple of the other wingleaders are helping, but-- they ain't Glacier. They ain't one of us, not really. Always good to know I got someone I can trust at my back. And if you decide you do need something, you let me know. Ain't nobody going to look out for your interests like I will." It's a promise, and a reminder. Terrible pun does make Jo chuckle just a bit, but she briefly inclines her head to her and says, "Yeah, ya do that." Pause. "Ya know ya got me. Us," she corrects, meaning the shadier side of the Weyr denizens present. "Even the weyrlin' ones are shapin' up nice for us. We got Shani, too. We know what ya'll are capable of." Picking up her glass ans glancing at it, "I will," she says on needing something. "Ain' gotta remind me. Have I ever steered this family wrong in my loyalties? Now," she holds out her glass to her, her smile winsome. "Now that's all squared, ya wanna top me off again? I can let ya get back to yer hides there if it's so dreadfully important." Deadpan, but amused. A bad influence. "Yeah yeah, drink all my booze up," Taikrin grumbles, but it's good-natured as she's already getting up to just retrieve the rest of the bottle and top of the glasses. "It can wait. I already did most of it for the meeting in the morning, just need to double-check. No rush." As she raises her glass in salute, she seems to settle in for less serious topics. "You got to tell me-- who's on top in the rings right now? I'm dying to know. And-- seriously, firelizards? I never pegged you the type." Gossipy chatter, go!
CommentsComments on "Logs:Win-Win"K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:40:29 GMT.
*spraypaints 'Taikrin SUX' all over the walls of the Weyrleader's Weyr* Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:53:36 GMT.
My beautiful face!!! Noooooo~~!!!
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 07:46:46 GMT.
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 18:16:58 GMT.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:23:47 GMT.
*laughs* This log had me in stitches. Taikrin definitely sees things a certain way, and it might bite her in the tush one day. Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:42:25 GMT.
For a price. I think you know that price. I believe it's red and comfy. *cackles* Tela (Tela (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:00:28 GMT.
Please tell me that price is not a Snuggie. :( Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:44:23 GMT.
Testing upgrade. |
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Comments on "Logs:Win-Win"K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:40:29 GMT.
*spraypaints 'Taikrin SUX' all over the walls of the Weyrleader's Weyr*
Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:53:36 GMT.
Anywhere else is fine, apparently.
My beautiful face!!! Noooooo~~!!!
Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:58:50 GMT.
- DIES* I'm looking out for you! Offer the crotch and your face is spared! XD
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 07:46:46 GMT.
- cackles madly* Luv it! And this is all the more reason for Alida to keep her cards to herself. ;D
Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 13:21:57 GMT.
WHAT. Why does it have to be one or the other? You can't protect my whole body?!
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 18:16:58 GMT.
I heart Jo and Tai.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:23:47 GMT.
*laughs* This log had me in stitches. Taikrin definitely sees things a certain way, and it might bite her in the tush one day.
Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:42:25 GMT.
WHAT. Why does it have to be one or the other? You can't protect my whole body?!
For a price. I think you know that price. I believe it's red and comfy. *cackles*
Tela (Tela (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:00:28 GMT.
For a price. I think you know that price. I believe it's red and comfy.
Please tell me that price is not a Snuggie. :(
Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:44:23 GMT.
LOL. Telavi. I love that you jumped to Snuggie. Now Z'ian must get one so that Jo can steal it from him. ;D
K'del said ... (K'del (talk), ) on 00:38, 27 April 2014 (PDT)
Testing upgrade.
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