Logs:Risk Assessment
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| RL Date: 19 July, 2013 |
| Who: D'kan, Jo |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Jo brings D'kan under Glacier's wing. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Rainy |
| Mentions: Taikrin/Mentions |
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The busy night at the Snowasis isn't enough to keep D'kan away. Going by the grin on his face as he hangs his rain jacket on a hook, the atmosphere might be just what he's looking for. Bit by bit, he's able to make progress toward the bar, though once he's there, it's still a longer wait to get the attention of one of the bartenders. Another wait to get his drink. Then another to safely bring himself and his drink away from the bar, only after which does he look around the rest of the Snowasis. Jo is close to the bar - close to spot weyrling-turned-rider arrive in. She watches him as she drains her glass, and when D'kan steps away from the counter to look around, her head tilts slightly as she says, "Ya must be D'kan." No greetings, no introductions. This bluerider without her knot on is direct in her easygoing tone, her dark hair messed up from the rain that still appears a bit damp from the outside. She almost looks unconcerned despite her watching him. D'kan's perusal of the Snowasis is interrupted by someone's voice, and it takes him a second or two of searching to find the rider who's watching him. The brownrider studies her for another second or two, then grins slightly while lifting his glass toward her. Not in toast, just in greeting. "I am," he answers simply. A couple others pass by, then he closes the short distance. Easier for speaking. While he doesn't seem to have her own name to hand, he does glance from her to the group of Glacier riders, then back again, perhaps familiar enough from weyrling shadowing to know that's her group. "Didn't feel like darts?" When he confirms it, Jo nods a few times and gives him a once-over - the look with her is always indulgent, and borderline inappropriate. Her gaze falls on her wingmates when his do as well, lifting her chin a bit before taking a drink to his question. "Some of'em cheat," is her droll answer. Meeting his gaze, "They cheat me, and then I have to shank'em. Messy business." She's joking, right? "But you," she continues now, gesturing towards him with her glass. "You should be playin' darts with them, darlin'. Bet a whole seven's worth of wages, too, and that's if yer feelin' lucky. Maybe it is yer lucky night," she notes, matter-of-factly, "cuz I've been lookin' for ya. Got enough to buy this girl with the parched throat a refill?" She'll even hold out her empty glass for him. D'kan makes a silent "ah" reply when Jo explains about the cheating. Or maybe it's for the mention of shanking. When talk turns to him playing darts, he laughs softly. "I don't know if I'm up to betting just yet, but I'll gladly get your refill." He takes the offered empty glass, then tosses his own back before asking, "What's the drink?" Important detail. His voice might be a little scratchy after whatever his own poison of choice is for the night, but it's not strong enough to make him wince. "Are ya a bettin' man?" Jo asks now, considering D'kan for his response. "A risk-taker? Is that a question I shouldn' be askin' a stranger on just a name basis so soon?" Beat. "Whiskey, Bitran," she answers on her drink right then, inclining her head in thanks. "Good shit, but I've had stronger." She leans back and waits for her refill, laughter erupting from the wingriders by them. D'kan considers the two empty glasses for a couple seconds, then grins again at Jo. "I'd say I'm a gambling man. I like risks, but not stupid ones." The grin grows a little wider. "Like betting on a game I haven't played enough. Or against cheaters." He lifts the two glasses, then turns to make his way back to the bar, passing the laughing wingriders. Soon enough, though, he's back, both glasses refilled, though not with the same alcohol, going by the colors. One, he holds out for Jo, the other he keeps, then leans back to people-watch for a moment. "If you tell me your name, we won't really be strangers anymore, right?" Grinning, "Fair enough," Jo concedes on gambling, though she does add, "Ain' nothin' wrong with bein' a little reckless here and there." She watches him leave with their glasses and passes a few banters with her wingmates before he returns, taking up her glass with a nod of thanks before joining him in the people-watching. The last gets open laughter before she runs a free hand through her hair and says, "Truth. Jo," she then thrusts that hand out for him to shake. "Blue Tacuseth's. Glacier," naturally, her tone implies with the half-shrug before then dropping, "Yer wingmate." Already in the process of shaking her hand, the shake pauses at the last two words. Little shows on his face, except for a quick glance once more toward the raucous dart players, then a slow smile begins to spread, quickly on its way to turning his expression into a chipmunk-cheeked grin. He utters a quiet, "Wicked," in reply to the wingmate implication, then has to laugh a little. "Are you guys sure? Kazavoth's a bit much sometimes." It's said with a drawl, though, not heartfelt at all. He laughs, leans back again, then lifts his glass once to Jo, then to the other riders before uttering a cheerful, "To Glacier, then," and taking a hearty drink. "Are you sure ya wanna be in the roughneck's wing?" Jo returns on his question, shaking his hand firmly. "I'm sure Kazavoth will find himself right at home with the sorts we got. If not, he will soon enough. Ain' no better wing to be in, if I can be biased. Guess this means yer little vacationin's over though, since Taikrin'll be expectin' ya for drills in the mornin'." The Glacier wingriders, well into their cups, lift their mugs suddenly towards D'kan, having apparently been listening. They all take up his toast, Jo included with a brief raise of her glass to his before drinking. "To Glacier." For that moment, the noise is deafening. Once she drinks, she dips her free hand into one of the inner pockets of her jacket, pulling out the Glacier knot meant for him and passing it over as she states, "Welcome to fuckin' Glacier, D'kan. Ya might find yerself gettin' into all sorts of reckless risk the longer ya stay with us, after all." "I'll be there," D'kan is quick to promise, regarding the morning drills, and when Jo holds out the new knot, he just goes right back to the round-cheeked grin as he takes it in hand, then lifts it slightly with a quiet, "Thanks." Then, laughing, he pockets the knot and glances over at his newfound wingmates before stating, "My life was getting a little too routine anyway." It could be in jest, but possibly not. In any case, he lifts his glass again with yet another grin, then drains the drink and sets the empty glass aside. "Best get started, I guess. Darts, is it?" He pushes away from where they'd been leaning and starts to head into the midst of the wingriders, ready to start (re)introducing himself. "Good," Jo gives on D'kan showing up in the morning, nodding. "Taikrin'll like hearin' that. She raises her glass again before draining it once he takes the knot, adding on routine, "Ya won' have to worry about that shit anymore with us, darlin'." There's too much mysterious certainty in her tone, perhaps, but it doesn't linger as she waves him off to meet his new wingmates before tossing out, "Nice meetin' ya, D'kan. Sure we'll be chattin' it up again. Enjoy the risky darts." She wasn't staying, stepping away and setting the glass down before she tosses over her shoulder, "Oh, and thanks for the refill, darlin'," nodding his way in farewell before she's back out to the rainy elements.
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