Logs:Studying's Not a Picnic
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| RL Date: 9 May, 2013 |
| Who: Sabella, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Sabella and Telavi take a study break and decide HRW needs some tropical Holds. |
| Where: View To A Kill Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: E'sren/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, Meara/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Supposedly weyrlings have free time after afternoon chores. Supposedly. In practice, at least when you're Tela and Sabs, the closest thing they're getting to a picnic is the picnic blanket draped over Tela's huge bed, the half-emptied basket of fruit on the clothespress next to them, and the beer that probably doesn't help their handwriting all that much through the sketching and copying and memorizing and everything. "You realize," Tela says moodily, flat on her stomach with one foot in the air and the other dangling over the edge. "When all this is over with and we're in wings, we'll know too much not to bitch about it." Not like that that would stop them anyway, though, right? Yeah, the beer really probably isn't helping at all. In fact, it's probably the reason that Sabs ends up dropping her pencil down onto the paper and sighing. She flops over onto her stomach and braces her hands under her chin. "I guess. But that won't stop me from finding something to make fun. I refuse to believe that these books cover everything." She smiles cheekily at the other girl and stretches out for the fruit basket,, grabbing a piece and crunching down on it. "They don't. They can't," and Tela sees Sabs' cheeky and raises her an impish. "We should write more in the margins for the next group. Really subtle, so it's hard to see, so if they miss it they didn't deserve it anyway." She shifts the thin slab of wood that's serving her as a portable desk, the better to keep it from poking into her chest as she flops. "Do you think we're still going to get to do that overnight trip, with everything that's happened? I mean, first not Tillek, and now... And it's getting cold." "Too bad we can't write in invisible ink and leave like, a special glass hidden somewhere so that they could read our secret messages." Crunching away on the piece of fruit in her mouth, she talks around it. "I don't know, I kind of hope so. I wish that we'd impressed a few months earlier so that we could have gone during the summer. Couldn't we just go overnight somewhere tropical? Not that I have tropical clothes, but I could get some. Anyway, it'd be more fun that way. You know." Sabs finishes what's in her hand and drops it over the side into the waste basket. Tela's laughing softly, "Definitely, definitely. I mean, there are things you can do with citron juice, but," she shrugs, "a glass would be so much better because then other people couldn't see it later... except for the part where the glass would get broken and, you know, all our amazing thoughts would be lost forever." All that chomping makes her reach out towards the basket, eyes shut: give her something! Eyes still closed, "Tropical clothes are less clothes. Except maybe not holds... but then we don't have tropical holds. We should get some." "But maybe we could leave some secret clues and they could try and reconstruct a new glass. And then centuries from now someone would be like, 'Eureka! I've got it! Tela and Sabs... were here? That's it? They were here?!'" She pitches her voice in a grumpy old man's voice for it and then bursts into laughter. "Well, I thought at Ista they barely wore any clothes at all? We could stay on the Weyr's beaches. And we should get some tropical holds. I'm all for the men wearing less clothes as they walk around." Tela really should be inured to this by now, but no, she's laughing to the point that the shaking's imperiling her beer... so clearly, she has to grab the mug and drink more of it before setting it on the floor for safekeeping. "Remind me not to step on my beer again," she asides to Sabs. "That would be a great trip. Absolutely we should do that. And with umbrellas so we don't burn," this said with feeling, because it may not be sunny down in the Bowl, but when flying up above the clouds like they're doing these days, being fair-skinned is no fun. Recovering from the laughter, "That would be a tragedy. We'd have to go get more." Sabella comments, glancing down at the floor at her beer. Then she reaches for her own, taking a lengthy sip from it and keeping it propped in front of her. "Yes. Umbrellas would be the best. You know, we've been outside so much this past summer that I actually have a tan line." She sounds astounded, as if this has never happened before. Carefully she sits up and pushes the collar of her shirt out of the way. She's still pale but there is a distinction there. "What? No!" Verifying this is important enough that Telavi closes up her hidework with a thud, though admittedly not without first putting the ribbon in to mark her place because she's been just that indoctrinated by now, and scrambles up to her knees and peer over for a look. After a moment, "You're right, it isn't just a shadow. And it wouldn't be dirt." Though Tela sits back to grin cheekily at her friend, because... would it? "It doesn't look like a hickey either. So it's got to be a tan." "Right? What! It's not dirt. I keep myself very clean." Sabella gives her a look for that one, pulling the collar of her shirt down further so that she can try and get a better look at it herself. "A hickey would be a lot darker and I wouldn't let there be one in a place you could see at all. You have to be careful with those things. It's definitely a tan. Don't you have one? Tell me you have one. Or are you just peeling away?" She lets the fabric of her shirt slip back into place with a shrug and takes sip from her mug, holding it closely now. Of course she does. Telavi's eyes brim with laughter above a nose that's peeling and... probably not the rest of her? She obediently tugs down her neckline, though, so Sabs can see, and strikes a pose with that peeling nose in the air. "I don't know, do I have one? I've been thinking of saving up for a real mirror, not just my tiny one. So clearly our overnight tropical hold should definitely have a Gather. What else should it have?" Gasp. "Tela. You made jokes about me having a hickey. What's that right there?" Sabella asks, looking shocked and poking at a spot by her collarbone. Then naturally, there's a round of light laugther. "Just joking. Nice tan line though. We're going to look great in bathing suits." With all the awkwardly dark skin here and there. She sips from the mug and hmms thoughtfully, pursing her lips together and looking up at the ceiling. "Lets see. I think it should have those big, fancy tents so that we don't really have to sleep outside or anything." Telavi's narrowing her eyes like she's not about to fall for that one, but her blush is far harder to control, even in the wake of Sabs' laughter. Or maybe especially then, which would be why more beer's called for. "Funny. I'm fine with being tan all over, it's just the thought of being blotchy," ew. "I like tents. But how big are you talking about? Because if it's a really big tent then we're all in the same tent," or fine, a couple tents, Tela literally handwaves here, "and I for one have just gotten used to... not." "Oh, blotchy. Yeah, that's the downside of being all pale. At least in a few months we can go on our own someplace and get more evenly tan. That'll be nice. Also, without all of Flurry and all of Cirrus with us." Sabella comments, smiling slyly for the blush that catches onto her friend's cheeks. Oh yeah, she knows things. But anyway. "Okay, not large then. Small to medium sized tents. So that we could choose which ones we wanted to sleep in. But they'd be nice tents, with good bedding." Tela couldn't just limit herself to, "Do you want Ista? Nerat?" No, she has to start reciting under her breath all the many littler tropical holds that they've had to learn, even if they are out of High Reaches' territory. At least she gets in, "Not smelly," before starting in on the southern continent. Though she does interrupt herself for, "Could you even imagine I'zech sitting in the sun and enjoying himself? Is that even possible?" Meara, Quinlys, she must think they're much easier to predict. "Lets stick with one of the big ones. Ista or Nerat." Sabella laughs quietly as she begins to reach the end of her beer. Which is really enough for now, she's basically the lightest lightweight that's ever had a drink. "I'zech? Yes I can. I could totally imagine him with his shirt, laying out on the beach drunk. Possibly unconscious. But definitely shirtless, you know. With the tattoos all over." She gestures just so to indicate where they would be. "What? No, no, they don't go down that far. Just to where he'll look sort of saggy," Tela gestures in the vague direction of her chest, well and truly distracted from her litany, "when he gets old. Or were you thinking we'd be adding the tattoos? Because that could be fun." "I haven't seen him with his shirt off at our drills. How do you know how far they go down?" Sabella questions, looking at Telavi with an eyebrow arched on high for that question. Her mouth has a little quirk to it, amused. But then there's the idea of adding their own tattoos. "That would be a lot of fun. He's the one who drew the boobs on my cast. I think that a little payback would be in order." "The baths," Tela says, and she tries to make it airy, but she's just not getting there with the way her own mouth curls. "Of course." Didn't she say? Apparently not. "But anyway, there's just this arc thing, you know, below where an underwire would be? and then they just stop," which seems to add disappointment to the whole not-the-best-memory angle. She sighs. "Not that the boobs didn't make for nice flowers, but still. What would you give him? More boobs, or is that too obvious?" "You saw him with his shirt off in the baths." Sabella confirms this, just for her sake. Though she does look disappointed at the explanation of where his tattoos end. "Oh." She scrunches her nose up as she considers whether or not he should be given his own set of boobs or not. "No, I don't think so. I think I'd want to draw something really elaborate onto him that would take awhile to wash off. Someone elses face on his face? A long quotation from a really boring book?" "With everything off," Tela feels the need to clarify, her dimples deepening into existence. "Unless maybe there were socks, I didn't see that. Or I don't remember," moving on! "I like someone else's face best, the way you draw them. But for the rest, maybe a list of tropical holds, misspelled here and there? Or one of the really awful formations. Or... dance steps? You know, with the footprints and the arrows? Just think, the next time some Lady gets married and we get our invitations because, you know, we're silver thread girls and clearly so important," and that's sarcasm all over the place, right there, "we'll be all over that floor and they just won't know what to make of us, we'll be so good." "Really." But yes, moving along now. "Oh, that's a great idea. You know, we could just bring him along as our mutual date to the wedding. Then whenever we wanted to dance with someone we could be like, 'I'zech, come along!' and if we got confused about a step, ask him to kneel down and show us the map of how to dance that's on his face. I think this is one of our better schemes." Telavi can't seem to not giggle. "Perfect. Oh, perfect. I only worry," and here she bats her lashes at Sabs, ever so demure, "that they might not let him in, you know, for being inadequately clothed. I hear they like shirts for events such as those. Maybe it will have to happen at a tropical hold. Or maybe... one of those shirts that come undone with a little," she illustrates with a bare rub together of thumb and forefinger, "tweak." Sabella makes a show of sinking, just kind of sadly as she thinks over the idea that he won't be allowed in without any shirts on. But then brightens again, "Oh, maybe. We could get the type with the bottons that snap in the front, so just a little 'pop'." She makes a similar motion with her fingers. "And you'd be able to get a peek in." "I like that," and Tela's eyes have brightened that much more. "It would be amazingly subtle. They'd never notice." And speaking of noticing, she peeks at Sabs through her lashes again and asks, just as 'subtly,' "What would E'sren wear?" Sabella laughs just then and drains away the rest of what's in her mug. "Oh, of course not. I'm certain he'd behave completely through the entire event as well." He wouldn't you know, be I'zech or anything and spike the punch. But as to that other subject. "E'sren. He'd probably wear one of those vests with the buttons that has a shirt under it that also has buttons. So many buttons, Telavi. So many." She sighs. "Of course." Tela, who has been known to wear garments with many, many fastenings herself, sighs with her friend. "The cruelty of it. He wants to torture you, Sabs." She drinks with her friend, too, though she doesn't then set down the emptied mug just yet, staring into it as though she could read the truth from the lingering foam instead of from tea leaves. "One of these days," she says in the exact same tone that they've been known to say, Boys. "He does. I know that he does." Sabella agrees reaching over the edge of the bed and putting her mug down onto the floor. "One of these days, I'm going to convince him to wear something that's easier to peel off of him. But he might have a heart attack, so I'll have to use caution." She smiles slyly for that and picks up the long discarded book. "But, really. We should probably get back to this." Always the annoying studious one, she forces them both reluctantly back on track to studying for who knows what test. |
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Comments on "Logs:Studying's Not a Picnic"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 12 May 2013 09:04:27 GMT.
Girls, just wanna have fu-un~ Ooooh girls just wanna~
...with their shirtless male WLM, apparently. ;D Girls!
Really though, there's just something cozy about Sabella and Telavi's friendship. Also, they're really an imaginative pair. ...Just think of what they might be capable of, if they actually applied their brainpower to real world problems! Scary~
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