Logs:Go With Your Gut
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| RL Date: 21 April, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and Alida discuss the Weyr, honesty is a virtue. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Where better to study than the records room? Though she's passed all her weyrling-basic courses, Alida's got some 'advanced' ones on her plate right now, and as such, the bluie is boning up on various things on her own time, her pale head canted eyes-downward into a book that seems to be dealing with wing formations/strategies for threadfall. Note that her seated six is to the stacks of records, her twelve facing the entrance. On occasion, the guard's brow wrinkles or her lips purse slightly in thought...and outside in the bowl, the sunbathing Ilicaeth subconsciously responds with his own small huffs and grumbles. Apparently *he's* having to learn, too. In walks Jo, heading straight for the area of the room where the maps are with Sybile trailing behind. They talk in low voices as the bluerider selects the ones she needs, then once they move to the table, it's only then that they notice Alida. Sybile gives her clutchmate a long once-over, calculating at best before she states, "I better go out to him, Jo. Can you send Mime with it when you finish it? I'll have what you need for it in return." She passes an eye over Alida as she turns and stalks off without waiting for an answer, leaving Jo to drop into a chair and sift through the hides she collected. "Alida," she gives in greeting since Sybile fails to, nodding. "Still got some studyin' to do?" She hears footsteps in the quiet room, and when the sound inevitably leads Alida to look up so she can locate and identify the source, the bluie slowly bobs her pale head to Jo and Sybile, her features cool and emotionless as she observes the two openly. Not a word is offered to her departing green clutchsib, two green eyes boring flatly into the other weyrling's back until she seems to have taken her true leave, Alida then rising slowly to her feet and responding to Jo with a murmured, "My own studies. Thought I'd try ta' teach m'self some uv' the stuff that our dear Weyrlingmaster decided I was too fiery ta' merit." Though her tone is mostly flat, there's definitely some scathing darkness contained within. What is she doing, in the meantime? For the blonde's pacing on near-silent feet over to the entrance/exit, and looking outside into the corridor to see if Sybile is *truly* gone. Sliding one drawn hide over, "Still stabbin' at trees, as we?" Jo asks sardonically, watching Alida closely. "Was it because ya were too fiery? And shit. Ya know ya got the stuff made to be a leader. Don' need validation to be told that, do ya?" She pauses on her own brief study to watch the blue weyrling pace, especially as she looks to the entrance. With open amusement, "She's gone," she states, perhaps as if a question about Sybile was asked. "What, ya don' like her? She got under yer skin, too? If that's even possible," that last open teasing. She's not taking Jo's word for it, Alida peering out for a moment or two longer, then returning towards her seat, her lips and expression tipping into a thin, near-humorless little smirk for the other bluie's inquiries. "Yep..." is noted in clipped fashion along the way, the blonde then murmuring offhandedly, "Only reason I wanted in's 'cause everything they present's already *there*. This way, I gotta dig for it, take time I may not really have." And to judge from the slightly sour expression insinuating its way over the weyrling's features, it might be something even more personal, too. Plunk goes her ass into her previous cushion-covered stone seat, green eyes flicking over to Jo's dark gaze as she adds, "I don't *trust* her." Call a spade a spade. Straightening up, "Ya need time to do what, I wonder?" Jo teases openly, passing Alida a look. "Is it information ya wanna get from there? Talk sweet to Sabs and maybe she'll cough up the info ya need," and her smile is a bit too bright, there. "Or, find another way to get what ya need. More than one way to steal a pie." She grabs a blank hide sheet with a writing stylus and starts to draw something on there, and while doing so, the last has her snorting lightly as she quips, "Ya don' trust anybody, darlin', so what makes her any different? Did she grope ya in the bathin' caverns or somethin'?" "Plot the takeover uv' Pern, or didn't ya hear?" Alida mutters sourly, flicking her gaze down to the passages she was formerly reading. For word of sweet talking Sabella, the bluie offers a low snert and headshake, addending her low, "I ain't good at ass-kissing, sweet talkin'..." Her sidelong gaze from the corners of eyes over to Jo - the weyrling's somewhat needling little smirk - might suggest that the older rider is better at those things. To those next words, however: "Steal...bullshit. Just want my fair slice, an' since people've apparently cherry-picked specific weyrlings ta' fit their plans...well, as per usual, I gotta' look out fer myself. And Ilicaeth." Cue a nastly little grin that seems more like a baring of teeth than anything else. As for Sybile, "Well...let's just say that I'm a decent observer...and I have a long memory." What? "Takin' over all by yer lonesome?" Jo's all full of teasing questions, her tone playful as she works on the task at hand. "It's awfully cold at the top." Alida's next has her meeting that gaze, a hand stealing over her heart briefly and giving it a good pat before she quips, "And I am? Darlin', ya give me too much credit! I'm just a mere blueridin' woman that seems to can' keep her leather pants on. And gets drinks thrown in her face on occasion." As for picking certain weyrlings, "Sabella, ya mean," and she's returning to her work, lips quirked. "Awww don' be sour, Alida! Ya gonna let somethin' like that get ya down? You, the guard from Pars? Thought ya were above things like involvin' authority. Maybe even comin' over to my side of rulebendin' and debauchery." Okay, she's definitely embellishing now, but she's not hiding that fact if the winsome smile on her face is any indication. "Still, ya should always look out for yerself, and yer dragon. That don' even change when ya get tapped into a wing. Why ya think it would've changed after Impression?" Rhetorical, at best. Interest pricks on the last, the ex-con eyeing Alida for what she says. "What's yer memory of?" she has to ask now. "All I gotta do is look at Taikrin ta' see that..." Alida rebutts dourly at Jo's words of life at the top of the feeding chain. A wave-off of the older bluie's next inquiry passes on any attempt to expound, the blonde then shrugging her shoulders snerting softly when Jo attempts to pass herself off as a nobody. "Do I look like it's gettin' me down?" Cue a point to the book she's currently studying, and an almost chipper, "I'll get what I need in my own way." A studying look is awarded to Jo, 'lida finally murmuring in offhanded fashion as her eyes return to the book before her, "Why so interested in what a lil' ol' weyrling thinks?" "Don' be catty. It's not a good look on ya," Jo seems to warn, her smirk never wavering to suggest that she's teasing on the first. There's quiet laughter on the question on it all getting Alida down, the woman bantering back with a blithe, "Judgin' by it bein' the second time ya brought it all up, yeah. Maybe it is gettin' ya down. But I also know guards tend to be resourceful little buggers from my stints outside the Weyr, many turns before." She drops the writing stylus now and examines her handiwork, her dark gaze only lifting when Alida asks the last. She doesn't even hesitate. "Because yer opinion has always interested me. It's not wasteful. I could be wrong. Ya can correct me if I'm wrong." "Bein' *realistic*..." Alida notes crisply, unemotionally back to Jo, finally looking over at her fellow bluie. "Who the shell'd wanna' be Weyrleader - 'specially right now - given all the fuckin' hullabuloo? I don't envy that woman one shardin' bit." A note of mixed aspersion and respect tinge her tone, a small shake of head and a sight offered onto the air before she comments in blithe fashion of her harping on about things, "Oh my. Must be gettin' old. Pardons." Snort, eyeroll. Jo's words of resourceful guards meet up with a soft snert, and a low, "I just mostly hurt things," as the blonde returns her gaze to that book on the table before her. A faint quirk of one side of lips into a dark little bit of a half smirk is all for the full rider at her thought of 'lida's opinion, the blonde gently bobbing her head, then outright smirking as she inquires, "So how's the movin' 'n groovin' goin'?" Sighing on Weyrleadership, "I do agree on that," Jo gives on not envying Taikrin. "Seems like a lot of work and grief after fightin' to get the job. Not much to show for it, either." She carefully starts to fold up the hide in quarters, commenting on her guard-like tasks, "Once again, we have somethin' in common, and I ain' even a guard. Imagine that." It's deadpan. She only looks up at Alida on the very last though, frowning slightly with brows furrowing. "Movin' and groovin'? Is this yer way of talkin' about my sex life, Alida?" It sounds so serious, coming from her. Looking over, studying Jo somewhat frankly as she speaks of the brownie, Alida poses a thoughtful question to the other woman, keeping her voice quite low so that it won't carry much at all. "All this crazy shit the Weyr's goin' through... how d'y' see it turnin' out, in *your* mind?" The blonde's two hands lift from the table, turn on their sides, and settle on opposite sides of the opened book, likely denoting opposing factions. "I mean, shit... Taikrin's got the graces uv' both goldies, last I heard. Then there's all the crap about a brown...a woman in the 'leader slot." Eyeroll, nose-wrinkle. "I've heard uv', seen Wings gettin' kinda'...sour, ta' say the least." As for her other comment, Alida finally smirks, shakes her head. "Why the fuck would I be interested in yer sex life?" With Alida studying her, Jo's studying Alida back. "How?" she echoes, briefly looking down at her work. "I think if the right ones spreadin' mischief stopped, then things would settle out." Ever the optimistic. Or maybe, opportunist. "Taikrin ain' goin' out without a fight," she continues to say wryly. "That's what I would do in her position. She's been Weyrleader this long, which tells me the whole Weyr ain' against her. Could be just a small few that has a problem with the Weyr bein' ran by a female convict and her Vijay Weyrwoman. Their words." On the wings, there's a flutter of fingers there as she answers to that, "Grumbles about the upcomin' fake threadfall, for sure. We in Glacier's been getting' the brunt of it. The wings will continue to be a problem until she gets some neutral help on her hands. Even Weyrleaders need help with shit." Beat. "Yer talkin' movin' and groovin', and my mind immediately jumps to one kind of 'movin'," is her explanation and she's sticking to it. Her mind, ever in the gutter. There's attentive listening going on, Alida noting Jo's expressions, the tone of her voice, her motions as the elder bluie speaks reasonably bluntly about the whole ugly power struggle taking place within the Weyr...the blonde murmuring a low "Thanks..." for such candor. "I'm tired uv' bein' treated like I'm a pane uv' glass, just 'cause I'm a weyrling..." is suddenly commented with some disgust. "I'm *not* gonna' fuckin' shatter... Been through more in my Turns than most uv' the others'll see in their whole lives..." Grumble. "Want the fuckin' *truth*, fer once. I gotta' investment in this place, too; right up t'my head." She's a dragonrider too, even if 'on probation.' And finally, because she doesn't want to remain irritated right now, the blonde chooses to curl lips into a small grin, chuckle at that last bit the ex-con lips off. "Filthy bitch..." is noted low and perhaps almost companionably, 'lida then shaking her head, and tapping an index finger to her temple. "You likely gotcher' fingers in pots, Jo. I c'n sense it." Wink. Leaning forward, "This is yer Weyr too," Jo agrees, inclining her head. "Ya got as must invested as the rest of us. Ya oughta know as much about it as the next, as far as I'm concerned. Maybe it's easy for me to be blunt because of that, but, ya ain' gotta trust me, darlin'. Just know I always give honesty. Brutal, or otherwise. I can be trusted, at least, on that." The sheet gets slipped into her jacket now and she starts to place the sheets of maps together as she says, "Truth is, Taikrin needs some help. Anyone supportin' her can see that. Dunno who she can turn to, but she's been doin' all this alone and that ain' gonna help her. Dun wanna see either of their positions weakened because of pride, ya get me? But that's just what I think. I could be the only filthy bitch thinkin' it," and she gives Alida a smarmy look for her companionable name-calling. Of course, that last earns her a little smirk and a wry, "Betcha sense a lot of things, huh? Ya guards always do." "Exactly..." is breathed out in agreement with Jo, Alida bobbing her head a few times. A curious little smiles plays along the blonde's lips when Jo speaks of honesty, and she can't help but adding, "When it suits you and the situation?" her jadedness showing. warring with the leftovers of youthful idealism. "Yeah..." is murmured of Taikrin's situation, the weyrling's lips twisting into a hint of a self-deriding smirk as she recognizes pride as one of her own foibles. Another, softer chortle for the other woman's smarminess transitions into a small shrug, green eyes affixing to Jo's dark gaze as the seated bluie comments, "Trainin', natural affinity, conditioning helps... But I think *you* should know that, bein' from guard stock yerself." Wink. "When it suits," Jo can't help but to repeat that particular line, her grin growing. "Is it suitin' me now to be honest with ya...and this situation?" Leaning back on the last, which is what she responds to next, that grin lingers on her lips longer than it should before she says, idly, "I would have made a great guard, ya know. I better than a few of my brothers, before I left. I am my father's daughter in the end, despite all I've done. Even back in the mines. Discipline helps in the mines, to a certain point." Then, perhaps offhandedly, "When ya and that dragon of yers can fly, what's the first place yer goin' from here?" "I 'cn only go with what information I got... go with my gut," Alida murmurs around a return smirk to Jo, the blonde then quirking her head, and slowly nodding to the other bluerider's estimate. "Damned shame..." is murmured of the bluie never getting to try her hand at the guard, the weyrling then noting, "I'd see ya' in investigations, primarily... possibly interrogations, too. Yer' natural ability seems ta' lie in those...though I wouldn't ever dismiss yer knife hand, either." Is that a subtle slyness in green eyes? A judicious and more serious nod is given to words of discipline - and such going only so far - and soon enough the blone's murmuring, "Depends on which one uv' us wins. Me 'n Ilicaeth." Smirk. "He wants the Telgar plains, I want Igen 'r Ista." "Nice answer," Jo drawls on that first, getting to her feet with the maps. "And, thanks. I think I would've liked investigations. Interrogations. Jothan was good at that sort, and it would have been nice to prove him wrong about women workin' as a guard." To that slyness of gaze, "Interestin' the path that life takes us. If I'd told that man no, we'd probably would have met much sooner than we did. I would've been a guard just like ya." She moves away to put the maps back where they belong as Alida answers the last, returning to the table to say, "If he's strong-willed, he'll win," with certainty. "First place I went to when Tac and I could fly? Some dive bar out in the area. Knocked this mousy man over a table to tryin' to cheat me at cards and got into a fight with his buddies before we got kicked out. Best night of freedom in a long time." Memories. Briefly inclining her head to her then, "Tac calls," she says simply. "We'll hit up Snowasis sometime. I'll let ya get back to yer studies." "Thanks..." the weyrling snorts, her eyes rolling a little as she responds in slightly reactive fashion. Goddamned 'kids.' But then she's evening her touchy temper out, managing to dredge up a faint smile for Jo, then commenting, "We women gotta work at least twice as hard as any male, so we're naturally twice as good." Ahh... *there's* her huge, yet shark-toothed grin of even white teeth, greens glittering with a mix of pride, pleasure, and leftover anger for a past that's now behind her. "Ah; the trick is...we're *both* strong-willed. S'why it's gonna be a battle, when the time comes." Wink. "Bar sounds nice, though. How 'bout you, me, maybe Taikrin go out 'n do a spot uv' partyin' once I shed this baby-knot?" A casual flick at the weyrling cord at her shoulder presages a lift of hand to the departing bluerider, and a quick nod. "Tryin' ta' save up my marks, in the meantime. Clear skies, Jo." "Best guards I ever met were strong women back at the Hold," Jo notes, nodding. Talk of bars have her pausing her steps, looking over her shoulder at Alida as she considers the offer. Nodding after a brief moment, "Sounds like a party," she states with her lopsided grin. "Get rid of that knot and ya'll have yerself a deal." There's a nod of farewell before she's heading out of the room, her booted steps fading down the hall. |
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Comments on "Logs:Go With Your Gut"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 22 Apr 2013 01:16:29 GMT.
Good talk. Different opinions, some the same... And it's still funny how they're both from guard-stock, but going down very different paths. For now.
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 22 Apr 2013 05:03:20 GMT.
It's mostly circumstance that dictates Alida's path, right now. We shall see. ^^
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 22 Apr 2013 05:10:40 GMT.
More cuddling sessions to lead you down the path of fluffiness are required, then.
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