Logs:First Hangover
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| RL Date: 10 June, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, N'ky |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: The morning after the night before, Alida attempts to rouse a hungover N'ky. |
| Where: Breezy Stargazer's Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Breezy Stargazer's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The inner weyr itself is oddly-shaped, curving around the outside wall of the dragon's couch. This does offer some protection at either end from the constant draft that, especially during bad weather conditions, can whip through with enough force to scatter any unsecured paperwork. At one end, a bed is made on a raised stone platform, with nothing but the basics provided for storing clothes though there is a small, glass-paned window cut into the wall to provide a little natural light; at the other, there's a small fireplace and a single old sofa, draped with a throw. In the middle, carved from the curved wall, there are a few shelves and alcoves for books, knick-knacks and the like, with a beaten up desk positioned in front of them featuring plenty of pebble paperweights. A light swirl of golden sand and glittery quartz swirls at the fringes of Cailluneth's moonlight, both testing her state and wordlessly inquiring if she's awake. If she responds sooner, rather than later, Ilicaeth rumbles a soft baritone, « Is 'e awake yet? » Cailluneth returns with a worry-tinged no; silver tainted with yellow-green and darker than her typical hues, to echo her concern. There's a request buried in there, too, the wordless question of whether Ilicaeth will come - even a touch of warmth, mimicking the bond between her Heart and Ilicaeth's from the night before. Oh joy. « We're comin'... » Ilicaeth sends smartly, his sands condensing into a small votex of ocher-in-gold, feeding on that bit of Cailluneth's warmth. And not 5 minutes later, an already-geared up Alida appears upon the green pair's ledge, the blonde climbing down and pacing rapidly inside without a word. Well, until she's close to breaching N'ky's inner sanctum, when her questioning, clipped alto rings out, "Nick? Past time ta' get up." N'ky's sprawled diagonally across the bed, covers to his waist, one arm - and almost his head - hanging off the edge of the stone plinth that serves as a frame. He's facing the corridor that leads around to his bedroom, and he looks blearily up at Alida when she walks around, cringing at the sound of her voice. The greenrider groans and curls up on himself, withdrawing under his blanket like a snail retreating into its shell. "Oh...fucking *great*..." Alida mumbles darkly to herself upon noticing N'ky's state and his position, the bluerider moving on light feet...not towards the youth, but to wherever he has any large vessel that might be able to contain water, hopefully. Whether she finds water or not, the blonde's quickly enough returning to her wingmate, and speaking in pinched, low tones, "C'mon; gotta' pull it t'gether. It's 15 minutes before drills." From beneath the blanket, N'ky groans again, this time a more adamant, and also more pathetic protest. There's a little quiver of the cover as he shakes his head, and he draws himself into an even tighter ball before croaking, "'m s-sick." One hand reaches out from beneath the edge of his little cocoon, grabby-handing in Alida's general direction. "It's called a hang-over; been there, done that," Alida clips off brusquely, handing N'ky's grasping hand a skin of water or klah...whatever she was able to grab. The blanket he's hiding under is quickly pulled down, the blonde ignoring his protests, even as she instructs him, "Yer gonna feel like shit warmed over until this evening. Get used ta' it...'cause you gotta' job ta' do." It's a waterskin in this side of the weyr, and it's promptly dropped when he's stripped of his blanket. N'ky yelps, curling up tighter to hide his naked-but-shorts body, opening one eye a crack to look pitifully up at Alida as he curls his arms around his knees where they're drawn up to his chest in a full-on foetal position. "C-can't, 'Lida," he whimpers with a very gentle shake of his pounding head. One arm is extended towards her, the grabby-hand this time most definitely for her, not the water. "Come c-cuddle?" "Yes you *can*," the now slightly cross blonde ripostes back to N'ky, giving him a quick little glare, then moving to stand beside the bed, and stare down. "You can't tell Quinlys y'got a hangover, and ya' *have* ta' show up fer drills. Sounds like yer shit outta' luck." The greenie's words of cuddling earn him a boot sole placed on his ass, and a firm push that tries to disloge him off the thing. "UP!" Yes, she's being a hard taskmistress, but it's with a purpose. The kick almost knocks him from the bed - almost! It certainly gives N'ky a good jolt, and he whimpers, covering his head with his hands. "Ow," he whines, but it's worked, at least. To a degree, anyway, because, with the look of a wounded puppy, he pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, cringing when his feet touch the cold floor. N'ky shivers head to toe, goosebumps appearing on his bare flesh as he wraps his arms around himself again and hunches over. "Wh-what if I'm sick?" "I c'n almost garauntee yer *not* sick," Alida clips off, moving to the other side of the bed and firmly escorting N'ky to his feet, though not roughly. "I wancha' ta drink as much water as ya' can, then piss, then wash yer face with cold water." If he doesn't get to it right away, the blonde bark out, "NOW!" N'ky's unsteady on his bare feet, even more so after he's yelled at, and he wobbles dangerously when he bends down to pick up the dropped skin, clutching to the edge of the bed. Whimpering, he gets slowly back up to sit on the edge of the bed, upending the skin to take a tiny sip... followed by another. And another. It's a slow process, an din between sips he fixes the bluerider with a pitiful look. As he rubs the back of his hand over his mouth to mop up a stray dribble, he murmurs, "You d-didn't stay with me, 'Lida." "I didn't stay with you..." the blonde confirms as she strides off to gather up N'ky's clothes, his riding gear, boots. Over her shoulder is clipped off, "More water," Alida then pivoting about, and moving back to dump his things upon the bed. She doesn't even register the greenie's pitiable look, a frozen, cool iceberg awaiting her buddy's carrying out of her orders. N'ky drinks more when he's told, though he looks miserable in doing so. He gags a little at one point, takes a second to compose himself, then drinks again, until he sets the skin down with a 'no more' gasp. The greenrider gets unsteadily to his feet, rubbing roughly at his forehead beneath sticking-out curls, and stumbles across the bedroom to complete the second part of his wingmate's orders behind a screen. By the time he comes out, having also splashed water on his face, he's blushing and very, very awkward-looking as he stands in front of her, hands held low to hide his package, despite him wearing his shorts, still. "I w-wanted you to stay." His voice is still husky now that it's a little more than a whisper. "You wanted...and I couldn't," Alida notes prefunctionarily, speaking silently to Ilicaeth, and pacing to and fro while N'ky takes care of other matters much more personal. After he's done, the bluie simply strides back over to the bed, and starts lobbing clothes at the young man, one by one. "Dressed; *now*." It's not loud, but it's firm, and carries a certain expectancy of being obeyed. "You have...eight minutes." He's only a little less crisp than his rider, golden sands not rasping, but still dry. « She's not being cruel t' him, y'understand. » (To Cailluneth from Ilicaeth) Inherently obedient, N'ky does as he's told, even if it's reluctantly so. "Why c-couldn't you?" He pulls on his socks first, followed by his leathers - he has to hop about a bit before they're pulled up properly, and carefully buttoned over his skinny hips. That requires a pause, as he gathers himself back together, sitting on the edge of the bed to rub at his temples for a few seconds. Once he's done with that, he reaches for the tunic Alida's picked out for him, slipping it on over his head, then ruffling up his bed-mussed curls once he's dressed. He stands then, half-tucking the tunic into his leathers as he steps towards the bluerider. "Y-you were so warm to c-cuddle with." To Ilicaeth, Cailluneth understands; she assures as much with a swirl of silvery sparkles, which weave their way into Ilicaeth's golden sands. « My Heart cares. » Her low, husky contralto is laced with rainbow warmth, even if the colours tend towards a more uneasy palette; she's unhappy that her N'ky feels ill. "Keep water with ya' all day, and keep drinking as much as y'c'n handle. Eat as much food as y'can at lunch, but only light, non-greasy stuff. If y'need ta barf, hold it down, dismiss yerself, do it in private...unless ya' want healer 'n weyrlingmaster harpies all over yer ass." Alida's giving N'ky the rundown of things she's learned to do with a hangover, over the Turns. the *hard* way. Of her being warm, she makes no comment. N'ky listens to the advice, nodding along with each piece provided to him. "Mmhrm." He knows when not to push Alida for an answer, so he sits down to shove his feet into his boots, lacing them up quick enough before standing again, pretty much ready to go. While he might look slightly more alive than when the bluerider found him, he's still a touch green, and certainly more pasty than normal. "My gloves... my goggles. D-did we... did we leave them in the Snowasis? I... I c-can't remember..." He bites his lip as he tries to think, holding out his hand to gently capture Alida's wrist, leading her back along the runnershoe curve of his weyr to where their dragons are. His hold slips lower as they walk, either to fall off completely, or to hold her hand, if she'll allow - the little squeeze of her fingers seems to invite as much, anyway. Cailluneth's waiting patiently on the edge of the couch, straps still on from the night before. At his worried word of his gear, Alida paces off back towards the bed, and after dipping down to the floor, comes up with both gloves and goggles, walking them crisply back over to N'ky. "*Always* know where yer stuff is, just in case ya' ever desperately need it..." the blonde clips off low. "It's *part* uv' ya, now." Like his dragon. Handing the pair off to him, the woman gives her friend's clasping hand a firm squeeze, and then lets it go, walking out to their dragons alongside him. "If y'feel faint, dip yer head down between yer knees until it passes." More advice. It continues as they mount up, only ending when the chill winds of their ascent render speaking impossible. And N'ky only makes it halfway through drills before he has to excuse himself, before spending the rest of the day pitifully quiet and looking absolutely miserable. At the first opportunity he gets, he sneaks back to his weyr to curl up and sleep with Cailluneth. Better than she did, her first hangover. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 11 Jun 2013 01:29:34 GMT.
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Ha! The epitome of tough love. xD
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