Logs:Real, Not-Real
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| RL Date: 31 May, 2013 |
| Who: Rasavyth, Solith, K'zin, Telavi |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Rasavyth asks Telavi to deliver contraband to a med-addled K'zin during his mandatory stay. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: E'sren/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, Jinja/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Part 12 (last!) in a series of month 11/12 snippets between K'zin and Telavi. Preceded by Logs: Standard of Care. (All of these are back-dated and played via gdocs.) |
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| Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients. About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like.
It takes a moment or two, but then one wisp catches on that reaching, shortly followed by another and then another like so much floaty, transparent cotton candy. So busy, with the anticipation of cold travel soon to be had. « I will... » ask, no sooner said than done, and Solith doesn't even think to pretend that Telavi had to mull it over any longer than she actually did. Not that she isn't busy, but for this... « Yes! Also, she is glad he is better than he was, we both are. It is all right to read work as long as he does not do work? » emerges as a question, but while Solith isn't so clear on the differences, she is happy to take Rasavyth's word for it. Besides, she has to wait for her rider, so she might as well wonder out loud. Along those lines, she adds sunnily, « So long as he does not grow claws and fur and whiskers and growl at people. Or slime and fangs and then slither. Is his hair clean? » Solith... may not have thought of that last one entirely by herself. While she's at it, « Are you cold? » Is he lurking out on the floor of the bowl as he often had before? She hasn't taken off yet, she can't see. Though she will, soon. It shouldn't be long before her rider enters the infirmary from the caverns, still pink-cheeked from the cold, a substantial bag of contraband worn discreetly from the shoulder opposite that of the healers' counter. If she's cotton candy, then he's the wand that twirls and catches onto the wispy tails, trying to reel her mind into a cloud of focus (which is to say, not true focus, but enough the answer the question). It's not anything Rasavyth means to make into an actual conflict, so to help that end, he makes sure that his cone of focus-collecting is dotted in colorful blinky lights. « Good, » comes the pleased and grateful response. « He will be glad to see her. And no, » Rasavyth clarifies, « He is asking her to smuggle him work to read. The worry of being behind, once more, » Because, of course, that's not an unfamiliar feeling for them, « It... is up to her. » Read: he's too torn about it to say she should or she shouldn't; obviously, he's torn enough to pass the request along. Let Telavi be the one to make a judgment call. « He is clean today. They had him bathe this morning. And that is not what I meant by... well, she will see. » There's a tinge of embarrassment for his rider's state of mind, but-- it's not in his control. So it will be what it will be. « I am warm enough. » But there is a sense of location that indicates that he is, yes, indeed in the bowl, as usual. K'zin is where one would expect him to be, reclining, though propped up by pillows today, on the cot in his alcove. His eyes are on the opening to the curtain that's been drawn for general privacy and his fingers scrunch the blankets in his lap idly, waiting. The cone immediately makes sticking around easier, and as for the blinky lights... Solith just can't seem to resist the blinky lights, icing on the proverbial... well, icing on cotton candy instead of cake might be too sweet even when they're both metaphors, but in the end, the green's happy to be reeled. « I have let her know. She can decide when she sees him, » because what can come into the infirmary can still come out, hopefully someday not just homework but weyrlings. That bit of embarrassment meets with zephyr-light reassurance: she'll cope. Solith's pretty sure. But now that she's deposited her rider, she's at loose ends enough to perch by Rasavyth, upwind, as though her slighter bulk could shelter him in her lee. Imagination makes larger dragons circle them as even greater protection, though she feels that they could be invoked, they could. She could ask, and she's quite confident that they would come. As for Tela, once she's made her greetings and people know she's here and she's not really sneaking about, which means that that bag is perfectly normal and can't be contraband at all... she eases up to the alcove from one side so she can twitch the curtain back enough to reveal bright eyes beneath a plum-colored cap. "Hi," she says in a psst sort of voice, looking him over. "I hear you're alive." Unlike those other times. Rasavyth's warble is welcoming and his mind generally oozes gratitude for Solith's care for his well-being and the shadow-dragons. He's doing better, too, not so worried, not combatting the feelings of not-right-ness. The effect of the medication of K'zin is immediately apparent. As Telavi's face appears around the edge of the curtain, she is met with the goofiest grin she's ever seen on K'zin's face. "Teeeeeeellllllaaaaaaviii!" The man intones in a sing-song. "There you are! Rasavyth said you said you would come, but I couldn't remember if he said that today or yesterday or tomorrow." Grin. It'd be funny if he sounded like he was doing it on purpose. A hand moves into the air to flop an over-exaggerated dismissive gesture at her accusation of life, "Don't believe everything you hear. Right now, I'm pretty sure I'm dead and just dreaming the best dream I could possibly dream right now. You! Well, maybe not the best dream. It might be better if there were--" He starts and then bursts into a giggle. "Ras says not to say that outloud. Because we're in the infirmary. And things are casual and cool with us. So I have to be--" Then he straightens like a puppet who's strings have been given a little yank, sitting up a little straighter, blinking slowly. "Ras says I'm embarrassing myself. Am I?" He looks health- well, healthier! He's grinning like that! And his hair is clean! How can Telavi not smile in response, delighted and half-disbelieving as she slips around the curtain to the inside for a better look and... if only she could draw like him or better, Sabella. "Tomorrow," she says right after her brows have about hit the top of her forehead, and she's laughing, on purpose or not. "Definitely tomorrow." Only he keeps on, and then she gets to peering at K'zin, letting the bag slide down to settle at her feet. "Let me... feel your forehead." With her cold fingers. She blinks back at him, slowly enough to be teasing under some circumstances, here just as slowly as his. "Do you feel embarrassed?" Now-settled Solith, pleased for Rasavyth's better, may not need to summon the shadow-dragons and may not be practiced at spying on her rider, but at least she can contribute a sense of complicated amusement and also, « So much better. » It's ironic, really. The look that K'zin has when Telavi confirms 'tomorrow'. He's confused. But one can't question how a mind on meds works. Just go with it. "O-okay," He stammers in agreement, looking suddenly unsure. Is it tomorrow? Or still today? He might be wondering. He sits up a little further and leans his forehead into her touch. It's warm, of course, by contrast, and probably warm enough to assume he's running a low grade fever, but he's not looking nearly so done in as the previous seven when he'd only just arrived. "I feel... funny. And sort of like I'm breaking the rules. You're pretty, Tela." His grin is goofy again, though not as goofy as the first. "You know, I read somewhere that--" and for this he looks around, as though they might be overheard, before leaning forward a little more and whispering (too loudly), "--sex is good for respiratory illnesses. It helps clear the lungs or something. A healer did a study. Most of the healer books in here are really dry though. That one was better." So he's been reading, anyway. At least some. "Am I supposed to miss you? Because I do. It feels... funny. And sad. I don't like it." He frowns. The mood shifts seem to come swiftly and be fluid, much like the way his movements are a little swimmy - as though coming up against a light resistance so they're slower, and clumsier. "Better," Telavi murmurs to K'zin like there's no need to wonder or worry about pesky things like time travel, just like she doesn't seem to be worrying about the ring of fire this time, though at least she had healer estimates to go by. She lets him lean into her a little longer, too, and finds herself with a smile right before sliding her fingers just far enough to trail into his hair. Since it's clean hair, and all. If it still is, or cleanish anyway, not too fever-sweaty near the roots, though by now she might even tolerate that, except... wait, he's started to talk! Tela hastily puts her hands in her pockets where they'll behave. "What rules?" She peers at him, dimples just barely hiding, as though that might help her find out before his mind meanders off... if it's not already too late. Because then there's the 'study' and she's blushing and, "K'zin." She could go with reproof, but instead she says like it's a dare she has to reply to in that same sort of whisper, "I bet the healer liked to run a lot of tests on that, too. Lots and lots of tests." Any eavesdroppers, voluntary or otherwise, can take that. And then he shifts, and she shifts more literally to sit down next to him on the cot, pressing into his side to the extent he seems to be able to take it. It takes her a moment to skip the easy quip and say, her voice lowered, "It's okay." She doesn't quite specify what. "When I missed you before, it wasn't much fun either. But you don't have to miss me right now, because I'm here." "The rules. The rules!" K'zin intones, getting lost for a moment before saying, "About how things are supposed to be between us. You took my virginity," This is whispered, again, too loud, "And now... And the last time was so awful." He flops back on the pillows looking defeated. But distraction is immediate as his brain catches up with her comments on the healers. "Oh, I bet they do. Who can blame them though, right? They see people's bodies for a living." There's some thought that bubbles and causes a giggle, but the thought bubble is popped almost immediately, ne'er to be seen or heard by any others as he moves right along. "You missed me before?" He blinks. Then the whisper again, "Are you breaking the rules, too?" There were rules? "There were..." Tela's palm is now covering her eyes which are rolling upward because eavesdroppers, please don't be eavesdropping. And then he's flopping, and giggling, and never mind the cons to the things healers daily have to see because, shiftily, glancing back at him out of just one eye, "I may have done. The missing part." If he's healthy enough to giggle, he's healthy enough to get his knee nudged by her knuckles. She does find herself whispering back, going with it except for the part where hers isn't one of the loud whispers, "I don't remember signing any rules. I wasn't asleep, was I? What do the rules say?" "Mmm--I dunno." K'zin smiles dumbly at her. "Something about something about something." Apparently, he's distractible. "Ras says you're wingsecond now. You like it?" His eyes have focused, as though he's trying very hard to focus on this one thing. He reaches out as he asks, seeking her hand with one of his own. "Did you bring me a book to read?" Again, a distraction, and still nothing more about these fabled 'rules' that they've apparently both been breaking. "I like it," she says. "Two books," she says, giving up her hand only to take his in return. "Tell me about these rules," she says. "The rules, K'zin," and Tela leans in to meet whatever focus remains in his eyes with her own, smiling like she's not going to eat him alive or anything, it's just a simple question, she just wants to know. The third time's always the charm in stories. "Don't work too hard," He jokes. Only is it? It sounds like one, and the way he grins, it's intended to be. But when K'zin's turn at wingseconding ended in this run of bad luck? It's probably also real advice. Then he's reminded about the rule and his brows furrow, lips pursing in an exaggerated look of one trying hard to dig up some deep thought somewhere. "Ruuules." He intones, then "Oh, the rules! The ones about feeling things. You know. The ones that keep people from getting hurt when--" His expression darkens and then he shakes his head, unwilling to go on. He leans back into the pillows, hand seeking escape from the greenrider's. The greenrider's hand is a tricksy hand, it likes to follow along and not let his run away-- not alone, anyway-- whereas he can look away without her chasing down his gaze, and certainly she asks no more. Only, "I'll try not to work too hard," she says. "E'sren's as easy to deal with as you'd think," for her, "and good at it besides, and you won't have as much to catch up on, they suspended our extra classes for learning between." While she's at it, Tela inspects what she can see of his clothes for more holes, then wonders a little tentatively, "What did you think of your visit from Moreta? I heard Robinton was remarkable." There's confusion for this way of describing things. "How-" K'zin starts turning his head, "How easy am I supposed to think it is to work with E'sren?" There's obvious relief for suspension of the extra classes. "Maybe I can get caught up before graduation time after all then." The man mumbles, then looks confused again. "My visit from--" Then he shakes his head as though some circuit had slid out of place and he's trying to right it." Then he blinks at her. "I-- think I'm hallucinating. Are you real?" He reaches out and grasps at her hand again. Apparently someone didn't make the discovery on his own. Tela can't help but laugh, though she tries to quash it. "Nice and easy, for me to work with him, anyway. I'm sorry." For confusing? For complicating? For something. "Did you..." She looks down at his hand on hers and, with her free hand, adjusts the set of her hat in what isn't a twitchy movement but is unnecessary all the same. "Did you get the visitors' list? I think I'm real, but how could you tell? What would a not-real Tela do that a real Telavi wouldn't?" Not to confuse him more, except for the part where it really is hard to resist... and why should she? She was invited. K'zin's fingers loop around her wrist and with one swift jerk, pulls the greenrider into a lean forward, enough that with only a little movement from him he can catch her lips in a kiss. It's a probing kiss. Does she kiss like a real Tela or a not-real Tela? It depends. What is infirmary-imprisoned K'zin-breath like? ...a little medicinal, as it turns out, but otherwise like a real K'zin's, thank you, insistent infirmary assistants. Tela can try to hold still and let the impatient patient explore, but then she has to kiss him right back, and is it even possible for a real Tela to kiss like a not-real Tela, anyway? Of course, a real Tela might well start talking right around... Now. And there's no talking. K'zin pulls back abruptly, eying her with a narrow, suspicious gaze. "Hallucinating." He announces, releasing her wrist, and he reaches back to pull up one of the pillows he was leaning on, making his upper body flop back as he draws it out and pulls it over his face with a groan of annoyance. Which meets a gaze that's wide where his is narrow, forlorn where his is suspicious. "If you say so." It's either be agreeable or be aggravated, and for the moment Telavi's going with the former, if only to see whether his mood shifts around again. Draping her hand across his chest, she straightens up to survey the scene and speculates, "You know, if this is a hallucination, maybe you're ticklish." The pads of her fingers tap-tap, but he'd have to know even her low level of drumsign to translate it. "What else do I do in it? Suffocate you with pillows, apparently?" "Not real," is the muffled response from the bronzerider, who doesn't seem to be ticklish even now, and is apparently not one for drum codes, for he stays just where he is under the pillow. « Dear me. » Rasavyth reaches for Solith. « She has him quite convinced. And I think he's about to-- yes. There he goes. » If Tela lifts the pillow, K'zin's asleep. How inconvenient. --Pass gas? It's delayed, of course, each direction of the relay, but poor Rasavyth might eventually get an inkling of Tela's thought and what turns out to be quite a bit of relief that he's only asleep. And also, fine, not suffocated. The only contraband she chooses to leave behind turns out to be a songbook, the kind that has simple but arguably funny children's rhymes for one half and then, when flipped over, has long, sententious historical ballads in the rest. When she passes Jinja, she murmurs, "Still breathing." Rasavyth, one of the only males anywhere to be offended by a fart joke. « Indelicate. » He scolds in Telavi's direction, only left to hope that Solith will pass his supreme disapproval along. At least K'zin is spared. |
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