Logs:Something Like A Talk
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| RL Date: 11 May, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, E'sren, I'zech |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: I'zech tries to help some weyrlings with their questions about flights. Except they don't really have any. |
| Where: The Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
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| Rojeth, with his sneaking fog and terse words, has passed around a general invitation. I'zech is available. In the bar. For Talks. And so he is, having gotten himself a head start this afternoon, two empty shot glasses on the table, a pint and a pitcher of beer. He lounges in a booth in his flight jacket, a knee up against the table and a scratch across his cheek. He's waiting, and maybe there's even a glance toward the ledge now and then, though his expression is dull rather than expectant. Ahruth relays the general idea, and E'sren finds it too good an opportunity to pass up. He's already grinning when he arrives, his own jacket unzipped and a long blue scarf draped across his shoulders. Finding I'zech is easy, and he slides into the seat across from the bronzerider and aims that grin at him. After a moment of silence he says, "I'm really excited to find out what this is gonna look like." Ah, here comes one, in his pretty blue scarf. I'zech already has a skeptical eye for the weyrling when he walks in, and then a snort added to it for the expectations. "Sit," he says, not looking as excited, but at least vaguely amused now. He lifts a hand for the bar, a signal for them to bring a glass for E'sren. "I wasn't expecting you." You. He cracks a derisive smirk as he looks over the dapper bluerider. It's the scarf. It's definitely a look. E'sren had his hands in his pockets when he came in; they're still there. It kind of makes it seem like he might get up and go at any moment, like maybe he just came by to see if this was actually happening. But he relaxes back into the seat and folds his leg under the table, still grinning, and lifts his eyebrows. "You didn't honestly think I was gonna miss this. Why not me?" Once the glass shows up he smiles up at the waitress in thanks and reaches for the pitcher. So he is staying. I'zech rolls his eyes. "Glad you find me so entertaining," he drolls out, watching as the glass shows up and the weyrling helps himself to pouring. "You're not one of the ones who's gonna freak out like the whole thing is some big mystery, all worried about everyone's feelings and shit." And for that, he'll lift his glass and take a drink of his own. "Do you have questions?" For that, E'sren just grins and shakes his head while pouring slowly until his glass is full. He relaxes again, though sits up straight with one hand wrapped around his ankle under the table, the other lifting his glass for a drink. He squints over the rim and shrugs when he can talk again. "What do you mean by that? Who did you have in mind?" Does he have questions? He thinks about it, dark eyes wandering, pulls the corners of his mouth down. "I dunno. Yeah. Maybe. Too many. I feel like it's one of those things I just have to deal with. It isn't really me I'm worried about. Does it suck?" That might have been more than I'zech wanted. I'zech tips his head, brow high and wrinkled. It's a 'you know' look, in place of an answer to his first question. To the not-the-point question. As for the questions that he's supposed to ask, if there are too many, that doesn't seem to bother the bronzerider, who gestures with a wave of his free hand for E'sren to let loose if he wants. "It can," he answers with a shrug. "But that's always the way, isn't it? But you don't care much at the time. There's some voice in the back of your head going, 'fuck, what are you doing', but the voice in the front is just 'yeah, man, do it', you can have feelings about it later. But most of the time it's some decent looking little greenrider and it's not like boning them is a real chore, you know? People get all worked up about winning. Losing is more annoying. Can be." Unless, you're I'zech, whose self-satisfied smirk says it can be a problem for Other People. Alida has arrived. Does he know? He lifts his chin to try to receive the information from that look I'zech's giving him, and it must be successful because he slow-smiles, then grins, his eyes squinting. "Oh yeah." He knows. E'sren considers his glass for most of what comes next from the bronzerider, but does make eye contact occassionally. He nods slowly too, to confirm the points are sticking. His snort at the end is for that smirk, but it's amused. "But not for you," he assumes, from it all, and presses his mouth. "I can't even imagine what it's gonna be like. But I feel like... I know it's a part of life for me now? I just don't know how I feel about the whole... blind groping and mindless sex part. And I feel like shit because I don't wanna hurt... someone. And we haven't talked about it all. I dunno." He shrugs again as if he could shrug off the whole thing, take it all back, and drowns his regret in another drink. He's sitting in a booth with I'zech, across from the bronzerider, who's had a couple shots and now shares his pitcher with the weyrling. He remembers Rojeth's feel, and so when Ilicaeth's skittering, swirling golden sands meet with that freaky dampness and mist of the bronze's, they morph into sandstone: a jutting fist raised upward to the sky, defying the ages. « Alida needs ta' talk with him. Where's he at? » The blue's almost-baritone is raspy, straighforward. (To Rojeth from Ilicaeth) I'zech is already making a face at E'sren's fretting about hurting someone. "Don't worry about it. They like it. At least, in that moment they do. And how they feel about liking it in the moment, afterwards, that's their own problem. You're both only half-there anyway. Like you said, it's just blind groping and mindless sex. It's surprisingly hard to fuck someone to death. You're not gonna accidentally do it." He drinks again. "I mean, it's not like you love that moment where you miss and slam your dick sideways, either." And yes, Alida can feel free to walk in at this moment. Rojeth having tossed out a blanket invite to all the people who were on I'zech's 'you should talk to these weyrlings' list, and the rumor of the infamous weyrlingmaster available for drinking and talk of flights probably spreads easily. Rojeth hides I'zech's location from no one just now. He's in the bar, at a booth with E'sren, drinking beer. There's a pitcher, ready for company. "If they seem unhappy afterwards and you care to apologize, you say you're sorry and get the hell out of there." Or out of them, as the case may be. That goes without saying. Said blanket invite is accepted, but Ilicaeth wanted the specifics of I'zech's placement. With those hopefully gotten, the blonde will find it easier to stride directly to his table, instead of looking around, Alida then taking up a sudden seat across from the bronzer. Where that puts her in regard to E'sren is up to positioning of the moment. Immediately, the woman opens up her flying jacket, then pours herself one of whatever's in the pitcher...and starts drinking. At some point, flat greens look over into I'zech's gaze...and stare. Yeah, she's a little stiff. For now, nothing is said to both of the guys she's sitting with. For all I'zech's tactful word choices, E'sren laughs or winces and looks around to see who might have heard. This is what he came for. "I have no regrets about this conversation by the way," he states finally, before another drink. And before Alida's gotten there, and before he realizes she's come into the bar, he looks like he's about to say something else, something more meaningful maybe, but that's when the other bluerider shows up and he quickly straightens up and gives her a neutral smile, nothing to see here! When she sits and says absolutely nothing to either of them he looks at I'zech, lifts his eyebrows and says, "Hello Alida." At this point, he's used to it. "Well isn't this a nice surprise," I'zech says with a sharp smile for Alida's silent arrival and her settling right on in. He takes one long look over her and turns to gesture toward the bar, pointing at his empty shot glass and holding a finger up. Someone here needs something stiff, all right. But he didn't miss that almost-speaking look on E'sren's face. "What. Let's hear it. Alida's not gonna give you a hard time," he smirks, shifting his weight so that a boot can kick lightly at her under the table. When the shot is delivered, he slides it across to the blonde. "E'sren..." is murmured politely, a hint tightly, Alida bobbing her head to the other bluie, then swallowing another draught of whatever potent potable was put out for them. After a moment, the blonde scrapes off a casual-seeming, "Don' let me interrupt," to her fellow weyrling, the irony of it hitting her suddenly, causing 'lida to snerk at herself. At I'zech's words, the often-prickly, sarcastic gal *almost* starts to needle someone...and then she's so kindly toed in the shin by the weyrlingmaster. There's hardly a reaction from the blonde, her gaze narrowing just slightly upon the bronzer, but she *does* remain silent...a thankful bob of head offered for the gift of the shot...which she pounds back half of in a solid swallow. There's no gasp or eye-watering, but the burn of it down her throat leaves the woman unable to do anything but squeeze her eyes shut and hold her breath for a moment. "I am definitely not worried about that," E'sren replies, in regards to Alida. "But my thing was more personal, not really constructive to the uh... lesson." If that's what this is? He decides it's an okay word choice and moves on. "Besides we should probably open it up for the table. She didn't hear what you just filled me in on, for instance. And really everyone deserves to hear that. Needs to. What were you just saying?" He takes another drink, draining his glass, and grinning behind it. "I'm pretty sure it's all personal," I'zech says with a snort, topping off his glass and this time signaling for the bar to send another pitcher. Whether E'sren should take his words as an invitation, or that it's okay to let his more personal comments wait is up for debate. "What are you wondering about?" he asks Alida with a jerk of his chin. No, he's not going to repeat himself for E'sren's amusement. If she was going to comment upon E'sren's words of keeping his previous inquiry to I'zech private, Alida can't manage to do so, as her breath is only now starting to return to her body after that hit of liquor. Her greens finally open again, and flick over to try and 'read' the look on her fellow bluie's features. His tone and vocal emphasis give her some small warning that something's afoot, and the weyrling ratchets up her internal defenses another notch higher, nothing upon her *outer* self showing this...except, perhaps for a minute tensing of her shoulders beneath jacket. And then I'zech's speaking...and not letting some kind of a bomb drop, which makes that small tension across Alida's shoulders slowly disappear...though her whole body still holds enough of such left over to power a small building with. To the bronzer's inquiry comes her clipped, too-casual, "Me 'n N'ky got the duty this month." As he likely already knows. "Figure there's potential that some weyrlings might come ta' us lookin' fer..." search for it, woman "...info on this subject." In case he's thick as two planks: "Give me the details." Whatever chance E'sren might have had to spill the proverbial beans is lost when Alida answers, which is just fine with him. He just calmly reaches for the new pitcher when it shows up and fills I'zech's glass first, then his own, then a third for Alida if she wants it. While she talks he listens, pulls a face. "I'm not sure that's true, I mean why would someone who doesn't know something go to someone else who also doesn't know. I mean even if he tells you everything, it's still just gonna be secondhand knowledge. I think that's why we're coming to them for the answers in the first place." "Why, you think that the other weyrlings believe you guys have a lot of experience with flights? Or just with hapless fucking?" I'zech cocks a brow at Alida, but then his attention is on the table with a scowl. "We need some nuts or something. Nuts!" That's yelled over to the bar, as they should apparently just be constantly sending someone over. At least this time they can snag a bowl of peanuts as they bring the fresh pitcher. "It's sex," he tells Alida plainly. "You rub your needy-parts with someone else's until you don't want to anymore." He slips some nuts into his mouth. "You guys have questions. It's not your fault. People talk about the whole thing it's something it's not. And it's not like you don't sit there thinking about the prospect from the time you impress. You imagine big awful hairy guys, bad as it can get, and how much you don't want to do it. But when the time comes," he shrugs. "You'll be fine." Right on the heels of the other bluerider's comment comes, "Y'never know the...vaguarities uv' a kid's mind." Alida raps this off crisply to E'sren, the woman taking another drink from her glass, then looking at that half-shot left in her hand. "Even if we don' know too much...they might feel safer talkin' t'another weyrling." The hint of consternation and faint aggravation upon her face might show that she too wonders why anyone would *ever* think such...but there it is: reality too often goes contrary to what people might want, or think. I'zech's 'question' was just answered by her, though Alida gives him a heavy stink-eye for his 'contribution,' the woman snorking as he calls for nuts, then pounding back that second shot. After a few moments to recover from its effects, she once more gazes upon the weyrlingmaster, and lips off a grumpy, "That's about the most pathetic and useless explanation uv' sex I think I've ever heard." For the bronzer's assertion that others blow it all up into something too much... "So? If it's so underwhelming, then y'ough'ta be able ta' give us more insight." "I still don't get how anyone would feel safe talking to someone who doesn't know anything more than they do about a specific subject." There's no bite there in E'sren's voice, he's using the kind of voice a person uses when they're expression an honest opinion, unmarred by emotion or need to convince. He grins at I'zech when the nuts show up, for the incorrigible, and reaches over to steal a pinch for himself. While chewing his brow furrows in reaction to Alida's next words but he doesn't say anything, not quite yet. "If someone comes asking you what a flight is like, you let one of us know," I'zech clarifies with a twist on his mouth that is not quite believable as a smile. "I didn't say it was underwhelming. And I'm not here to put on a damn show. You wanna know what sex is like, go have some. I'd recommend getting tanked first so really get the full experience of looking back on a few decisions you can't really take responsibility for, just to round it all out. And ending up with a stranger. What do you want from me? You want me to tell you what your own orgasms feel like? I'd imagine," he says with a flick of his gaze over Alida, "that they piss you off." He pops a few nuts in his mouth. Then he jerks his chin at E'sren. "What was the thing you wanted to ask?" "Yer guess's as good as mine..." Alida mutters in commiseration with E'sren, the woman shrugging before she also reaches over, nabs up some of those peanuts, and starts mindlessly chewing. Around a half-mouthful, "Just tryin' ta' cover as many bases as I can." Riposted to I'zech comes the woman's slightly aggravated, "I wasn't talkin' about flight sex, in specific. Just... sex." His following words only increase the blonde's irritation and tension, her jaw tightening and thrust pugnaciously forward for a moment. Greens simmer rather obviously as she notes darkly to the bronzer, "*You* piss me off." Unspoken: and if I weren't a weyrling, I might just bite your face off. Asshole. "That actually isn't a bad idea," E'sren chimes in, to go with what I'zech said about having their own sex. "If you haven't had sex yet, you should probably at least figure that out before Ilicaeth catches. Or else you're gonna get thrown in to it all with no idea what's going on on top of not having any idea what's going on. Seems bad." He doesn't have this problem, but he's willing to help out. "You know he can like... ground you, right? Give you extra work on top of what you already have? Just sayin'." Because she seems to be having a problem with remembering rank. As for what he was going to say, he shrugs and quirks a half-smile. "Just... I have someone I need to talk to about this stuff. Like... what it might mean. When. You know." "That people will talk to you about sex or that you need someone to tell you all about it?" I'zech appears to either be oblivious or unconcerned about Alida's irritation, but when she comes right out to say he pisses her off, the bronzerider cracks a wide, smug smile. Meanwhile, of course it's a good idea, but the he shrugs again rather than dwell on his brilliance. "I don't know how much it matters that you know what's going on. And there's no gaurantee that anyone's going to be catching anyone else right away." Obviously, if they were going to ground Alida everytime she mouthed off, they'd never have time to train her to do anything. Plus, they are drinking, after all. It implies a certain informality. But for E'sren having someone to talk to, he snorts out a laugh. "Already? Didn't waste any time, did you." E'sren's words to her seem to fall on unresponsive ears, for Alida simply continues to stare with growing irritation at I'zech, though she lips off casually enough to the other weyrling, "Yeah." But she's talking to I'zech personally, not to 'the weyrlingmaster...' and the bronzer's response apparently says so. Still, she holds on to her anger, tries to drown it in booze, the rest of her beer chugged down, and the next one that was alreay pre-poured set in on with gusto. After a few moments to get herself under more control, the female bluie notes to I'zech, "Apparently nobody's punched ya' in the mouth hard enough ta' knock out a few teeth." Sip. "Yet." Snark. She completely ignores any further sex or flight sex provocations from him, and instead settles back stiffly into the booth to await how E'sren will answer this next rhetorical question. Cue more drinking. "I think if it was wasted time I wouldn't be telling you I had someone to talk to. Right? So I guess no, I didn't." Grinning, E'sren swirls the beer around in the glass and tilts his head back. "It's gonna suck," he figures, calmly, and gives Alida a weird look without words for all her violent talk. Just... yeah. "Aaaanyway," he adds slowly, "that's nobody else's problem so I didn't want to bring it up. And I thought this was a really constructive talk. I know so many new things." Or something. "Am I supposed to be scared?" That someone's going to knock his teeth out? I'zech isn't. He drinks his beer, eats his nuts, unworried. Really, he's too busy smirking for E'sren's swirling beer and that grin he's wearing. "I didn't think she was into you." He might just be giving him a hard time, but there's just enough sharpness left in his eye to make it dubious. Of course, that's only fair turn around for all the 'new things' E'sren's been learning. "So basically, neither of you have questions about flights because you," Alida, "just have questions about sex and you," E'sren, "just have questions about being in a relationship." And this, this makes the bronzerider roll his head back against the booth, relaxed, because that means he's basically off the hook for now. "You c'n be whatever you wanna'..." Alida notes briskly, not taking I'zech's bait, the woman instead continuing to eat peanuts and take thirsty sips of her beer. It's better than cussing and maybe even reaching out to 'touch' someone, right now. E'sren's weird look garners him a very shark-like grin that has not too much besides wan, black humor behind it - that emotion never touching her eyes - which is soon enough turned upon the lolling bronzer, then dropped in favor of a drawled, "So; tell us all about flight sex." "No? Well that makes two of us," E'sren jokes in turn with I'zech about obviously Sabella. "But hey. Surprises abounds. And yeah, I have questions about what to do when you only wanna be with one person and you and that person might end up having random mindless sex with other people at some point. Obviously I'm in the wrong section of the library." He lifts his eyebrows for a pointed look at first Alida, then the bronzerider, who also gets a grin because they're bros like that. He drains the rest of his beer and says, "I should probably get back to Ahruth. He needs a bath. Good talk though." He slides out of the seat and stands, stretching, says his goodbyes and leaves, whistling some song. "Aren't we all," I'zech slings out. Wrong damn library altogether, for him. He tips a leisurely salute to E'sren as he takes his pretty blue scarf and hightails it out. I'zech pulls himself upright to slide to the edge of the booth and stand. "I'm not here to dish about sex. It is what it is. And it's a whole lot less earth-shattering than some people make it out to be." He digs around in his pockets to pay for all their drinks and adds with a smirk, "Still a good time, though. And if you need, I know some girls..." There's a tip of his head and a glance over Alida to finish his offer to hook her up if she wants. "The whole thing just isn't worth worrying about. In the end, you wind up having sex with someone who wants to have sex with you. It's only as big a deal as you want to make it out to be." Waiting around to try and continue to have the delight of biting at I'zech somemore, hoping to get rid of some of her inner venom... Alida is let down some when the bronzer beats a retreat. After bidding E'sren adeiu with a silent lift of hand in farewell, the blonde remains a little stoney of aspect, until the full rider notes that about other women. A hint of fire is noted within her gaze, but it's snuffed by another voice within, the bluie's aspect going bland, while her tired-sounding voice notes, "Honestly; if I hear *another* walkin' penis use that tired old attempt at an insult..." Eyeroll, beer-sip. A casual lift of hand waggles fingers a little, the weyrling then following it up with a clipped, "Thanks fer the drinks." And nothing else. I'zech looks down to count what's in his hand, and he lifts a glance to Alida, brow twisted and wrinkled. "What insult?" he has to wonder. The count comes up good, so then it's just closed in his hand while he waits to see what the testy one is imagining now. She just *knows* he's trying to get her to react - this time by lying - and so the bluerider just sits there, sipping her beer, and staring coldly at the questioning bronzer. Apparently anyone who's ever used used that particular tack on Alida before has been trying to insult her... so why wouldn't I'zech. If that's the way she wants it. I'zech shrugs a shoulder and turns away, to pay for the beer and shots that lubricated this little encounter. "If you do have questions, you know where to find me." Apparently she needs the right kind of questions, though. Off he goes.
CommentsComments on "Logs:Something Like A Talk"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 12 May 2013 12:01:07 GMT.
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Comments on "Logs:Something Like A Talk"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 12 May 2013 12:01:07 GMT.
...I'zech... has such an amazing way with words. Really. :l It's like poetry. Seriously though, his lewd and unapologetic nature makes talks like this AMAZING.
Alida should take his advice. XD And E'sren... you so sappy. No, not even, but it was really cute that he worries about how to handle things Sabella. Even during this talk. He also seems to appreciate the hilarity that is I'zech-speech. *grins*
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