Logs:Enjoyably Boring
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| RL Date: 28 December, 2014 |
| Who: A'rist, Jadzia, Lilah, R'hin, Telavi, V'ros |
| Type: Log |
| What: Some Reachians enjoy Igen's hatching festivities. Also Lilah. |
| Where: Igen Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 8, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
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| Despite the early hours (at least for Igen), it's a fairly packed galleries for their latest hatching. There's a good number of Reachians (perhaps celebrating that they can come?), along with plenty of other dignitaries -- drawn as much, it seems, for news of the recent drama at Igen Hold as the hatching itself. That seems to be the topic of conversation amongst the crowd, since it's a fairly normal hatching -- though the appearance of a new gold does earn some excited chatter. At the tail end, it is Nimae, not her young former Benden Weyrleader F'rain, who does the speech to the candidates, inviting all to join them in the caverns. R'hin, for his part, is dressed down, perhaps making him stand out -- his clothes are relatively plain, nothing fancily suitable for a post hatching feast, and yet he stands, ready to move with the crowd, noting to his fellow Reachians, "That was almost enjoyably boring for a hatching." There's no dress for Jadzia today, just her dressier flight leathers and all the things that mark her as a Reachian brownrider. She shadows quietly in R'hin's wake until she can put in, "Better than the last. I wasn't sure I wanted to come at all." Now the hatching's over, A'rist's cheeks are a bit flushed, and there's some wrinkles in the date shirt (he really needs more than one good one) from where he's been leaning forward to see; he'd started out looking quite dapper. The young bronzerider still wears the 'aww' expression as the last of the babies make their way off the sands. "I don't know how you think any hatching could be boring." Lilah strikes a very similar figure to the last hatching she attended; she even wears the same sage green dress that pairs so well with red-gold curls left loose and her junior's knot. If there are other Fortians with her, they are not now where she joins the first wave of the crowd to the living caverns, doing her best to slip through the crowd without too much of a rush to get out of the jostle. Throughout the whole thing, another Reachian brownrider's been leaning with his elbows on his knees, hands covering his mouth, seemingly on the edge of his seat. "Huh, yeah," V'ros mutters, rising when the others rise, tugging up the collar of his simple tunic, sans jacket. "It was.." He shrugs weakly and shuffles in the wake of the others, shoulders hunched, trying to blend in, as he always does; it's not a hard thing to accomplish. "Because," R'hin answers A'rist adroitly, snapping his fingers, "It goes like that. Snap, snap, snap. Ought to be drawn out enough to bet at least," because clearly that's what's important at a hatching. He glances at Jadzia for a moment, and there's the brief nudge of his shoulder into hers as they move with the crowd. "Igen's got a solid line. Some of Leiventh's descendants in there," he says, with a grin. He might be exaggerating, because it's R'hin. But then, maybe not. His brief glance takes in V'ros, and he steps up his pace, pushing past others with determination. "Drinks," he declares, as his goal. Drinks. That's an idea that Jadzia can get excited about. Not that the brownrider looks terribly excited despite the (comparatively) uneventful hatching they've just witnessed. "I'm sure you're so proud," she says, deadpan, about his bronze's alleged descendents. There's only a brief glance toward A'rist and then V'ros, neither offered any particular expression. "Thought that was why there were betting pools going before the hatching," speaks A'rist, with a furrowed brow. He nearly bumps into V'ros when he turns for a final look out onto the sands, dreamy-eyed... and then far more stern. He is shepherded along with the rest of the crowd, with the rest of High Reaches, going along fairly easily once he's certain Lythronath's not going to go eggshell hunting. "Excuse me," snaps Lilah's voice in the crowd, her patience finally breaking at the jostling crowd as someone pushes past her even before she notices who it is. And unfortunately for A'rist, he is the one who is caught in a leveled dark look on the bronzerider as he follows R'hin past her. "Don't slow down," Tela insists, coming off a neighboring row for an equal-opportunity poke towards V'ros or-- if the rider in front of him is going to wind up Lilah-frozen-- A'rist. Plodding, moving, going along, minding his own business - that's the ticket, or what V'ros aspires to as he follows A'rist, and the former contingent, through the crowd. He stops when A'rist almost bumps into him, and it gives him the vantage to espy Lilah giving the bronzerider her dark look. Wincing, he tries, for his friend's benefit: "Sorry, ma'am, we didn't.. we.. well.. uh.." His head ducks, but comes up again when Telavi pokes him. "Okay," he mutters, his steps quickening. "Careful," R'hin tells Jadzia with a laugh, "One day I might make you map them all out as a punishment." Because that's the sort of punishment you get in Savannah, it seems. "Mm. But, half the fun is trapping people in the moment," he says to A'rist, with a grin. He's oblivious to Lilah's appearance, it seems, striding across the bowl now and leading the way into the caverns. It's the snap in the voice that gets it to A'rist's ears, over the noise and bustle of people. "Sorry," is said quickly, with one of those passing glances that clearly doesn't take into account to whom he's talking. It's a reactive glance. And the reaction to cutting Lilah off is to reach back and grab V'ros, and try haul the brownrider along so that he can be in her way - and then get out of it - too. "Like I'm ever gonna get punished for anything." Jadzia with her usual confidence. Or possibly just willful ignorance. She never does anything wrong, after all. Telavi at his back and A'rist at his front, both moving him along, if the latter more forcefully with the grabbing. "Ahhhh," V'ros says, out loud, and walks faster. "Okay, okay, I.. just.." No, he won't look behind him, at the goldrider they just cut off. Lilah's lips tighten into a thin line, but then they are gone and out of her way and instead she's left with-- Telavi! That 'Reachian rider gets a quick smile, and she's quick to join the greenrider with a murmured, "I hate crowds." And certainly, she seems relieved when they follow the rest of the contingent out into the open air of the bowl with room to breathe from the confines of the crowd. Neither does Telavi, conveniently enough-- do anything wrong, that is, at least if one doesn't look at 'wrong' too closely-- and she has a lovely frock; with the two boys hurrying up ahead, she's all the happier to beam at Lilah. "Isn't it just a press? You know those two, don't you?" The one-- ones?-- that just cut the other woman off. "There's still time," R'hin says to Jadzia, with a significant look that is in no way threatening. Especially not given his distraction sliding past an older, puffing holder to try and secure a place for them near the front of the queue. That he's lost sight of most of the rest of the Reachian contingent doesn't matter: he can carry lots of drinks. "First choice?" to Jadzia, gesturing at the drinks spread. "And don't say rotgut -- this is not the place for it," dryly. There's the typical roll of her eyes for that. For all of it, really. "I'm not the one that calls anything rotgut. I don't think they use that word anymore," Jadzia tells R'hin as though she's being completely serious. "Whiskey, then. Tillekian." She gives the bronzerider a look as though to make sure, sarcastically, if that's an approved choice. It requires standing on his tiptoes and risking looking like a little kid, but A'rist does manage to catch a glimpse of R'hin and Jadzia at the drinks tables. They are allowed to be 'Reaches' representatives. He, meanwhile, starts looking for, "A table." Because V'ros can surely help him out in this. "Or a spot to stand," will do just fine, upon closer inspection of the crowded caverns. Hmm. A table is something V'ros can find. "A table.. for.." He doesn't need to say the words, the implication is clear: for the whole passel of them. His steps divert him to the side, slightly away from A'rist, so he can hunt out some seats. "Excuse me," he mumbles, passing by a swarthy woman who gives him a drunken wink, and comes out near one of the far walls. There, a table, only half inhabited, by Igenites and a couple Telgari. He lifts a hand, to wave, in the hopes that A'rist - or anyone, really - sees it; to be tall and long of limb. "I've met the one--" with a gesture towards V'ros's back, "-- before. Eliyaveith ended up apologizing to his dragon when he was just a weyrling," is said with more amusement than anything else, some long-suffering patience with her dragon. Lilah adds, "The last of your weyrlings have graduated, haven't they? Congratulations." Having found a friend in the crowd, the goldrider is happy enough to stay with her, even if that means that they catch up with V'ros and A'rist to hang out with the 'Reachian contingent inside the caverns. "Did she," Telavi sighs of Eliyaveith, all bless her heart. "Why, thank you. I'm just glad they-- and these!-- are all right, you know? Nothing broken or deformed or dead or," oops, was that less than polite? Whether it's better or worse that Tela's breath doesn't smell of alcohol particularly... "A'rist is the other one, Lythronath's, he's the bronze who's all grr-grr-grr. V'ros-- oh, thank you!" She dimples at the woman who's just winked at the brownrider and left just enough room for her and hopefully Lilah to get by. The Tillekian makes R'hin chuckle, but he seems content to go with Jadzia's suggestion, selecting a bottle and passing it to the brownrider, before collecting glasses. He pauses, perhaps to the consternation of the impatient holder behind them in the queue, "One's not enough?" he glances at the brownrider as if for confirmation. Like it's even a question. "V'ros isn't much of a drinker, though." Still, indicates a second bottle for Jadzia, then begins to cast about for where the rest of their party went. Over there! A'rist sees V'ros' wave, and, when then takes up the wave himself. For Telavi and that woman he's surely had absolutely no interaction with all day, to the best of his knowledge. For R'hin and Jadzia, when they're done. "Nice," gets offered to V'ros only after he's done looking like a fool. The waving hand turns into a fist. To be bumped. "Those baby dragons though, right?" Grin. "Two," Jadzia agrees, waiting for the second bottle before she's trailing after R'hin with the spoils. She's turning into a regular shadow. Good thing she hasn't realized it yet. "And that is certainly a good thing," replies Lilah simply, if a little tightly, but she does not seem to take offense at the greenrider's blunt words, not when she's so prone to blunt statements herself. When they join the boys at the table, she greets them with names, now that she has them to put to the faces, "A'rist. V'ros. Fort's duties." Yet, her gaze goes towards the drinks table, considering how to procure one herself. Fist bumps all around. "Yeah. Looked better than.." V'ros closes his mouth before he misspeaks, and lowers himself upon the first available seating at the table he picked. "Where's everyone else?" Because all this table and no occupants makes a sad brownrider. 'They're adorable," Telavi evidently glad to play to stereotype tonight; even when she gets to, "From up high, you can't even see how sticky and grimed over they are," her tone implies that's delightful. Much like V'ros, she takes the first seating available to her, but she also props her legs on the neighboring one to guard it with her frothy skirts. To the brownrider and bronzerider-- the younger pair that is-- "You must remember Lilah." If only because she has her knot and is the only Fortian junior left. "Be nice." With a grin for his wingrider, R'hin makes sure she's secured the bottles before he leads the way towards the table, having caught A'rist's wave. "First drink's to the baby dragons," he says, catching the tail end of the other bronzerider's comment. He starts to set glasses down, then pauses when he notices the Fortian next to Telavi, with a tip of head and a sudden grin. They haven't got quite enough glasses. But, he glances at Jadzia, "You have your flask, right?" Silly question, as he gestures for the other Savannah rider to pour, after lining up the glasses in a row on the end of the table. A'rist considers Lilah for a moment, and then nods, nearly pointing at her. But he remembers himself, and the hand goes instead to lay flat on the table. Polite-like. "I've seen you around the Weyr, I think. You're that gold- Lilah." The smile turns charming, even when he darts a quick look to Telavi. "Baby dragons!" A hearty re-endorsement. And perhaps also deflection of awkwardness. He at least waits until drinks are poured to grab for a glass. "Of course I have my--" Jadzia doesn't bother finishing before she's pouring out glasses for everyone else. Her flask, of course, already has stuff in it, so she'll have to drink that before getting any of the good stuff. Because Faranth knows R'hin wouldn't approve of whatever's in there. Fortunately she can probably just chug it. "Drink up." Lilah actually offers a hint of a smile in turn to R'hin before her attention turns back to A'rist with a nod. "Yes, I am," she agrees, before reaching for a glass herself. "To healthy, sticky baby dragons." That she will echo, before sipping at the whiskey appreciatively. Those drinks are suddenly so interesting, but V'ros can only escape the awkwardness for a short period of time, Telavi being as persistent as she is. "Yeah, uh, hi, Lilah, nice to.. see you.. again." He gives her a half-smile-half-wince, and focuses on the drinks again, resolutely. Telavi tips her head back to smile at R'hin, though it's when Jadzia approaches-- when Jadzia pours?-- that she clears the chair she'd saved. "Thank you, thank you. Amazing teamwork we have tonight," she teases, reaching to collect a glass of her own. Not that she sips, yet, but only glances past as though there might be more 'Reaches hordes to identify coming up. R'hin's quick to claim his glass, nodding approvingly at Jadzia for her chugging -- taking one for the team -- before he lifts his. "To healthy baby dragons," he adds, a toast which is echoed by the Igenite and Telgari at the other end of their table, too. "May it be some time before our next lot," he adds, with a wink towards Telavi. Is he squinting to see if she's wearing Savannah's wing patch again? Maybe. Once he's raised his glass, once he's taken a sip, A'rist sits back. "I kind of like the goobers on them," he decides, to V'ros, to Lilah, to anyone still paying attention to that part of the conversation. "I mean, they're dragons, right? It fits." And he shrugs. Jadzia echoes that toast and this time she can take a drink of the whiskey she's topped off her flask with. It's not until after this drink that she moves to sit in the seat opened up for her with a brief but friendly enough smile for the greenrider. "I certainly didn't mind the.. goobers. Though, they look better without them," Lilah agrees to A'rist, apparently intent to follow Telavi's order to be nice especially now that she has a drink in hand. It is with a look to R'hin that she asks, "The Weyrwoman must be happy with the clutch. Despite the flight." "Goobers?" Brown eyes stray from the drinks to A'rist, confused, and his hands are occupied with one of those drinks Jadzia and R'hin provided. "I don't know what.. oh.. oh.. ah." Dragons, still. "They're.. yeah.. everyone looks.. happy?" It's his own, albeit awkward, attempt to contribute to the conversation. As it happens, Telavi's shoulders can't be bothered with anything so mundane as fabric-- much less a wing patch-- tonight, her bodice secured only by a sequined halter; it may be a bother outside in the cold, but in this crush? She seems all too comfortable. She's also quick-- once she's waved to a locally-knotted trio she seems to know-- to turn back and sip very ceremoniously, once for teach toast... though not for goobers. She smiles at Lilah and Jadzia, and very carefully not at A'rist, and she does so happily. For his part, R'hin stays standing near the edge of the table, from which he can refill his glass once he's emptied it. For Lilah's question, he chuckles. "Hard to say. She's an... interesting woman," he says, of the Weyrwoman in question, pale eyes roving the crowd for a moment. "Speaking of, I should go give my regards to her, before I drink too much more. Oh, and F'rain," like he's an afterthought, which he probably is. "Save me a dance?" that's said vaguely, so it could be as much directed to the women as it could be to A'rist or V'ros. Fresh glass in hand, he picks his way through the crowd towards the Igen Weyrwoman. "I guess." Though A'rist doesn't sound entirely convinced, at least not in this moment, with his dragon still oggling the sands and reminiscing about the littles, that they should be cleaned up. Still, another nice smile is offered to Lilah. And he has a little more of his drink. The distraction is sudden. "Think I know here." And he's up, almost on R'hin's heels. But not heading toward the Weyrwoman. Jadzia settles in comfortably to her seat, eyeing R'hin before he's wandering off and then A'rist as he does the same. She doesn't seem to mind, though, because the alcohol is still here. Oh, and other people. "I plan on drinking enough to need some kind Igenite's bed tonight. So if anyone wants to top off..." Now's their chance. "Of course," Lilah replies with wry humor to R'hin's question, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth for a moment. But, Jadzia's statement has her taking a long gulp of her own alcohol before moving to fill her glass again, before she misses out on the chance later. Her gaze slides down to those Igenites sharing their table, amused even as she turns her attention back to Jadzia. She offers, "I think you already have some interested parties." Everyone's drinking and V'ros is just sitting there. He sends a pining look after A'rist, when he leaves, and doesn't stay much longer himself. His eyes stray after a familiar Benden redhead, and he's up, dashing, almost tripping over his feet in his hurry to chase after her. Tela teases a smile Jadzia's way, and plays at being very quick about it indeed-- even if then she has to snap her fingers when Lilah's quicker yet. A sip or three later, after it's her own turn, "They cleared out quickly. Collusion or chance?" "Men have no staying power," says Jadzia. Which might make those interested Igenites less interested if they're listening in. The brownrider turns a look down the table to smile at any men who happen to be looking their way, though. "Sorry," apologizes Lilah to Telavi as she gets there first with a quicker smile, for all that it didn't stop her from pouring her drink. Her shoulder rolls upwards, unconcerned. "I seem to have that affect on men." Sending them running away. Tela can't help but laugh; "Maybe they're trying to do what they can, before the drinks kick in and make it even worse? What's your effect, Jadzia?" "It takes a lot of drinking," muses Jadzia before she's taking another drink from her flask and glancing down the table thoughtfully. "Honestly, R'hin might be the first man that's actually seemed to want me around. For more than a roll in the sack. It's weird." Is there a hint of tension that appears in the goldrider's frame as she parses that statement of Jadzia's? Well, at least Lilah only offers a small smile and an agreeing murmur of, "I certainly know that feeling. They can't all be K'zin, can they?" The last is more teasing than anything else, as she directs it towards Telavi. Tela had turned her gaze to Lilah, but now-- after an agreeable dimple for K'zin-- she tilts it back to Jadzia, all musingly; "It's nice to have a wingleader who appreciates you," she says over a sip. "I've had both kinds, and ugh." "K'zin is sweet. Kind of a push over. No offense," the last is said toward Telavi, genuine in her non offensiveness, before Jadzia is adding, "I hope I don't have to deal with any other wingleaders for a long while yet. And hopefully I can just avoid being in a wing at all with some people. That'd be great." "There are plenty of dragonriders who spend their entire lives in the same wing," offers Lilah as a vague answer, given that she doesn't know how this particular wing works. "Though, that could get boring, I suppose. Or you could become your own wingleader and choose who is in your wing." She adds a quick smile to that statement. "None taken," Tela assures, that dimple deepening; not only does she not take offense, she doesn't argue. Rather, she takes the opportunity to tease all deadpan-like, "I do believe I will do that tomorrow. Why, I have nothing better to do, once my hangover's gone away. I want people to come to me with all their problems, and complain about each other all day." The brownrider's nose wrinkles with distaste to that idea. "I think I'd rather go blind than have my own wing. Don't get me wrong, I like telling people what to do. But no." Just no. Jadzia takes another drink, then swirls around what's left in his flask as though judging whether she's ready to fill it back up again. "Oh, come on. You would get to do slightly more than that. You would also get to read and write reports in all of your spare time, and make schedules," offers Lilah to Telavi in turn, brightening as she adds in offer, "I will help you learn how to do that part of it." She sighs lightly at Jadzia's answer, shrugging her shoulder in a gesture of 'what can you do'. "Well, then here is to remaining in your wing." She lifts her own glass in another toast. Reports, schedules-- Tela gives Lilah such a reproachful glance, such a heavy sigh; possibly it's a reward, how she then reaches for the bottle to top off Jadzia's flask, ready or not. Not that the brownrider couldn't stop her... "I like that. At least, once you're in a wing you like! Does yours have all the broken-this-or-that and pregnant people, Lilah, or is it just the two of you?" Jadzia lifts her flask to that toast because it's one she likes. "Here's to finally fucking belonging somewhere," is her own addition. And then she's definitely not stopping Telavi from topping her off. "I'm almost worried no other wing will live up to Savannah after this." Such a shame. R'hin might be stuck with her until he keels over. A soft smile flickers across Lilah's lips at Jadzia's addition, tipping her chin in agreement with the brownrider before her attention shifts back to answer Telavi. "Pregnancies, and injuries and illness, yes. Some riders who do not want to retire but can't keep up with the demands of other wings," she explains. "Speaking of the two of us, though, I should join the queue to give my respect to the Weyrwoman as well." She moves to rise, but not without lingering at the table to hurriedly gulp down what remains in her glass. "You too?" Thank goodness for Tela's halter top; she doesn't have to worry about her cleavage when she leans forward in her Savannah-distraction, all wide-eyed and everything. "Why--" But then, "Oh, Lilah. I suppose we mustn't keep you, but... I am glad we ran into each other. Enjoy your evening," and she'll lift her glass to that too. Jadzia raises her flask to Lilah as the Fortian makes to dismiss herself. "Enjoy, weyrwoman," she says before turning her attention on Telavi. "I must be keeping you from something fun. You should go... play." Or whatever it is greenriders like her do at hatching feasts. "I suppose we can talk meaningfully about Savannah some other time," can't truly be a threat, or so Telavi can hope, when delivered with such humor. "I will." But first she'll offer Jadzia the very last drops. "Maybe when I'm not trying to get drunk," offers the brownrider. Because it's serious business when Jadzia is trying. And it means she'll definitely accept those last drops. "Have fun, Tela." Jadzia certainly intends to! |
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