Logs:Happy Little Tornado!
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| RL Date: 25 March, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Schuyler, Faryn, Keysi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: An impromptu midnight picnic with drunken hijinks. It probably won't be remembered by some involved. |
| Where: Random Tunnel, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to edit/add/remove/change anything I may have missed. Goofy Hijinks |
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>---< Random Tunnel, High Reaches Weyr (TP Room - HRW) >---------------------< There are many twisty, turny tunnels throughout High Reaches Weyr. And this just happens to be one of them. It branches off from one of the main ones, taking you away from the resident dorms and private rooms. Here and there are some storage closets, but the hall is mostly bare. It's devoid of decoration and seems to otherwise just take a windy path towards the main caverns. >------------------------------------------<10D 5M 37T I10, spring night >---< High Reaches Weyr is a pretty huge place, all things considered, and the maze of tunnels and caverns tricky to navigate if you don't have a precise destination in mind. It's late, so late, that most of the weyr is either a bed or working the night shift. The corridor is empty most of the rooms having gathered dust from long seasons of disuse. It is in one such corridor that a particular former scribe lurks, an almost empty bottle in hand, dark eyes watching. She's actually perched atop a stack of wooden crates, all but hidden from view. Waiting. Schuyler peers down the corridor, glow basket in one hand and a basket of snacks (and maybe another bottle of wine) in the other. "Hello?" he calls into the hallway. "I know I heard someone down this way." he pauses to listen. "I brought snacks." he tries to lure out the whoever is making noise down the hall. He takes a step into the darkened hall shedding a bit more light in front of him. Someone's drawn the night shift. Again. It would be an apt punishment, but of them Faryn seems to be the one most familiar with this particular corridor, for when she appears from one of the tunnels a ways up, she does it with an air of one who has a definite goal in mind, and the confidence in their chosen route to get their quickly. The only thing that really waylays her is the glow, at the other end of the hall. "Oh," she says, her surprise muted by the hour, "I...are you lost?" He's not close enough to illuminate Edyis, though as the herder moves closer it's entirely possible she might pass the woman herself without a second glance. Edyis wobbles as she cranes her neck squinting through the dimly lit corridor, the bottle sloshes possibly betraying her location, but if it does not the BOO. She cries out when the two are closer and the cackling giggle might. She swings her legs over the side of the crates to hop down with a thump and slosh. "Hi." As though she hadn't just tried to startle the living daylights out of anyone. Schuyler peers down the hall, stepping closer, now spotting another basket of glows. When the wine sloshing is heard he's nearly on top of Edyis as she jumps out with her shout. Close enough that he tries to reach out to catch her, having to choose between baskets, the glows go skittering down the hall in Faryn's direction. Don't expect her to be any help. Faryn, for all her aloofness any other time, is startled straight into the air, and quite a remarkable distance too for being so short. The sound that leaves her is...less than dignified, and followed immediately by a string of expletives calling Edyis every name in the book that comes to mind. It's a respectable amount of names, and lasts for a minute while she soothes her frayed nerves. "What are you doing?" she demands, making a point of not looking at Edyis, perhaps to cover her own chagrin. Instead, she kneels down and begins gathering several of the glows, replacing them in her basket. Edyis is at least sober enough to stand up straight. Well mostly. She's giggling. "I - sorry - just - couldn't - resist." Then she is tipping the bottle back and taking a swig only to find it empty with a pout. "Aww, I'm out of booze." She pouts, before setting the bottle down and helping with gathering the glows. "I wish... I could paint with glows, but in more than just one color." She wobbles, and instead of crouching she settles on her butt in the middle of the floor. "You guys get stuck working the night shift?" She drawls. Schuyler laughs and joins them on the floor gathering up the glows. "That you Faryn?" he asks as he tosses more glows back into his basket. Back to Edyis, "You, dear, are drunk. And no, not on the night shift. Was looking to meet up with someone but she never showed. Got a nice little picnic packed too." he nods to his not-glows basket. "Yeah," Faryn responds, though whether that's to Edyis or Sky is unclear. She's set her jaw firmly, obviously displeased by having been startled so. She picks up a glow, examining it curiously. "Maybe you could. Dunno how. If you moved really fast." A noncommittal shrug hitches one of her shoulders, and she puts one last glow in her basket before settling on the ground as well, resting her back against one of the crates. Schuyler's observation is met with a snort and a question: "Did you drink that whole bottle?" Which segues to: "Well, isn't that a shame. Did you bring a bottle, too?" Keysi is hurrying quickly down the tunnel, just one pace less than actually jogging. Garbed in her lighter sleeveless workout clothing, she's pulling on a jacket as she heads, most likely, in the direction of the infirmary for her typical overnight shift. Scattered glowlight meets her attention first, then a wobbling shadow and as she rounds the next corner, the group of them. Slowing and eventually stopping, she stoops to snatch up a wayward glow that continued to roll a bit farther down the tunnel. "Got stood up, Sky?" Is her entrance, though her attention is drawn to the wobbling Ed who she observes critically with an eye brow raise. She doesn't add much else, curious to the answer of Faryn's questions. Edyis frowns, looking at the bottle before she is making grabby hands at the basket. "Her loss, is clearly our gain." When Faryn mentions the bottle Edyis frowns, and it takes her several moments to think. "No no. That was the half drunk one... I think... but my bag is up on those crates." Is it possible that there is another bottle in the satchel the former scribe is almost never seen without? "I was supposed to share it with Farideh, but she's been all busy with boys. Boys are stupid Sky." It's possible that her perceptions are entirely skewed by the remnants of the rum bottle. Schuyler chuckles. "Yeah, I got stood up...You too, huh Ed?" he grins and turns back to Faryn. "You /really/ think I'd have a picnic without a bottle of something at least decent?" he laughs. "There's a bunch of treats and a good bottle of wine in there and I have...three lovely ladies to share it with now. I think she's the one who lost out." he winks as Keysi joins them and reaches for the food basket before settling against another crate. Faryn laughs aloud at that, calmer now that nothing will be creeping out of the shadows. And if it does, well, there's four of them. It will lose. "The poor girls don't know what they're missing," she clucks her tongue at the pair of missing ladies, glancing at Edyis and adding, "though you might be well and truly beyond needing anything but water, unless you want to feel terrible come sunup." She leans forward as Sky reaches for the basket, probably hoping for something handmade by the baker. "You can only get stood up if you have a date," Edyis replies with drunken conviction. I do not go on dates or do anything fun, I believe the official term is prude," Edyis states as a point of fact and handwaves Faryn's assessment. "For you guys to share silly." Comes the former scribe's answer, "I have been meaning to give it to Farideh, but haven't had the chance - so what she doesn't know, she won't miss." She is clearly hoping for some of Sky's baked goodies, rare indeed! Schuyler chuckles. "Hey now. I hope I'm not included in that sentiment." he says of Edyis's earlier comment. "But yes, of course I have some of my own baked goods. You don't think I'd try feeding something I hadn't made to a date now do you?" a smirk. "And no, Ed doesn't get any of the wine, but you two can have some if you want." He pulls off the cover of the basket with a flourish revealing a whole array of midnight snacks, and bottle of something dark and red. "Aw, most of them are pretty okay, I'd say." She is not forthcoming with any exceptions, though her brow furrows in consideration. "And aren't you generous in your drunkenness?" Left to consider the group and the wine after Sky's dramatic reveal, the herder is quick to spot something she wants and snag it, drawing it back and picking at the flaky crust, as if trying to make it last. "I'd go on a date with you," she decides of the baker, "so long as you brought me pastries every time." She nudges the basket slightly, closer to Keysi and Ed, the latter of whom gets a squint. "You can be a prude and have fun. Or have a date and have fun. Just not have a date and be a prude. Pretty sure that's how it works." Keysi peers over into the basket, as curious as the others and with a relentless appetite to back her, but offers a slow "I don't drink." Not that she shouldn't because of a work shift or whatever restraint, but simply 'doesn't.' The healer eyes the bottle, though. Tempted, but resolved. "I wouldn't call you prude. I consider you fun, but only because you throw a decent punch." Although she sounds serious as ever, it's not without an intent at humor. As the basket is nudged closer to her by Faryn, she leans until she finds the most appealing good, and helps herself to it. "I'm not sure that counts as the best reason to go on a date. But perhaps pretty close." Faryn's regarded lightly as the candidate leans back against the wall again, her fingers peeling back layers of the tastey morsal. "I'm always generous, except when I'm not," Edyis states with a goofy grin. "I also very rarely drink this much but the occasion seemed to merit it." She stands and pulls down the bag, holding out the bottle of Rum to Schuyler to add it to the picnic fare. "No, you are not Sky. At least not at the moment. " She sighs, digging into something sweet and flakey. I usually don't drink this much either, but the occasion seemed to merit it." She states with a resolute nod, before grinning to Keysi. "You throw a mean punch too. We should go get into trouble sometimes when you are all done with being a candidate." Schuyler lets the girls pick what they want first bfore taking a bite of one of the sweet treats himself. Once he pops it into his mouth, he opens the bottle of wine and takes a swig before passing it to Faryn, since it seems she's the only one partaking. The rum gets a look before he decides to mix his alcohol and take a swig of that too. "Enigmatic," Faryn murmurs, her restraint wearing of, which means she polishes her pastry off in a few, clean bites. She accepts the bottle with an appreciative tilt of the head and a little toast, takes a swallow, and then shakes her head visibly at the heavier liquor Schuyler takes up, preemptively declining. The other two women earn themselves a quizzical smile. "Fighting? You two?" It's unclear who inspires more incredulity in the herder, but eventually she says to Keysi, "Isn't it counterproductive, if you have to patch them up, right after?" "Who says I have to be done to get into trouble with you." Keysi pauses as her words come out a little.. awkardly, but she doesn't bother fixing it. The once-scribe is drunk anyway. "As long as bone breaking isn't involved, I don't see how they could complain." Right? Right. She quiets a moment as she stuffs a larger piece into her mouth and sighs heavily. Faryn's question perks her attention back, however, her intense grey eyes glinting with a bit of subdued excitement at the concept. "Aye. Less counterproductive, more beneficial. You don't have to go all the way to the infirmary after." Edyis grins. "She's good at it." She stage whispers of Keysi, "I don't typically fight unless there's no other alternative, but I love hitting the bags in the gym. It's like ... you wrap everything that's bothering you up into a happy little tornado of violence and mayhem and just keep swinging till you don't feel that way anymore." Edyis? At that awkward phrase just grins, all the way up until the last. "She gives good sprain wraps." Schuyler shrugs as Faryn turns down the rum and reaches out for the wine again, smoother and more his style. He snags another treat from the basket and shrugs about the fighting, not his thing, though Edyis's comment about being a little tornado of violence has him chuckling again. Faryn's slim eyebrows creep up in amusement. Someone should be documenting this, but their scribe is wasted, so it will be on her to just retain the memory, forever. Still, a slip of a smile passes over her lips. "Ah. You would love my mum. Seems like all she did was drink and fight. Rinse, repeat. But she taught me, at least." An oblique look at the wine bottle, and Faryn takes it up again, for another swallow. When she sets it back down, it's with an extra effort to put it out of reach so she can climb to her feet. "We could always spar, the three of us, if you need to...ah, be a happy little tornado." She shrugs, leaving the offer there for contemplation. "I'd better get to the stables, before someone thinks I'm shirking my duties." She takes up her glow basket, nods at the group assembled, and continues out through another passage. "Happy little tornado." Keysi murmurs, also in quote of Ed following Faryn's comment, shaking her head, amused enough to have a hint of a grin turn up the corner of her lips. Well, anything on this particular topic manages to get emotions to show out of her. "I would take you up on that." She says without much deliberation, but nods her farewells as she takes her leave. "'ey, Sky." Keys turns to him a moment, I've been meaning to bump into you." The healer pauses, and rubs the back her neck with a free hand. "I heard about that competition coming up. I wanted to bake, but I, well.." Ah, just spit it out. "I can't." Her hand falls, "You think you could teach me the basics some time? I know it's soon, but maybe at least the tools." She can't turn down a challenge, even if the odds are certainly not in her favor. Edyis grins goofily as she watches Faryn depart. Then Keysi, in the morning, of course, it's entirely likely that the one-time scribe will either remember nothing of the nights events, or at least give that seeming. "Of course he'll teach you this is Sky we are talking about. Right Sky." She looks over at him. Schuyler raises the wine bottle in Faryn's direction as she takes off then takes another sip, but the question from Keysi and the "glowing" recomendation from Edyis has him grinning. "You want to compete? Sure! You know one of the events is an 'iron cook' competition. You'll be given a few ingredients and you have to make a dish using everything but nothing else. Should be fun. You could probably do that." he offers. "And if you catch me in the kitchens in the next few days I can give you some pointers." he offers after another swig of wine. Keysi dips her head in appreciation, a certain bit of relief in her stern grey eyes, "Aye, thank you. I've.. never been good at it." Read: downright awful. "I'm not sure what other chores they'll have me doing, but I'm sure helping in the kitchens will be one of them in the next few days. I will be looking for you. I.. don't even know where to start." One could assume by her constant trailing off that she's actually embarrassed by this fact, but too persistent in the pursuit of at least 'trying' that she had to ask. "Ed, were you going to try? Do you cook?" Edyis laughs, grinning. "No. I'm happy to let others do the cooking anymore. Besides someone has to play the role of quality control, (read taste testing), and it may as well be me." Schuyler nods at Keysi, "I'm sure you'll get assigned to /me/ in the kitchen then." he laughs and turns back to Edyis. "So...you're volunteering to be a judge then?" he smirks at her. Keysi is, perhaps, surprised by that fact. She hadn't thought of it quite in that manner. "Assigned to you, eh? I suppose that will be alright. Maybe I'll learn to not kill people with food." It may take a brave few suckers...er.. judges to taste what she may have to offer. And the question pointed at Edyis draws her to look back at the drunken once-scribe, "Aye, you should. I'm sure there may be some talent there." Edyis smirks, yawning. "Taste tester, not judge. Judge would require me to know something about the culinary arts other than, This tastes delicious, may I have more." She exhales then, "But if you want someone who isn't likely to die from food poisoning to taste test you, know where to find me." Schuyler grins. "I can definitely help you with the not killing people part." he agrees with an easy smile, that turns into a yawn as he catches Edyis's. "We're looking for general populace, not food critics." he cajols. Keysi's intense eyes glance at Edyis as she yawns, "I may need you for that. But perhaps after you pass out for awhile." She stands up from her wall-leaning, perhaps with intent to start to offer to take Ed back to her quarters. She offers Sky a semi-shrug, "I hope so. You'd think I'd be at least able to make soup with as much traveling as I did, but," she raises a hand as if helpless in the struggle, "never managed to even make that edible. But you have a lot of talent." Obviously. "Maybe I'll absorb something." Or not, but at least it will be an experience. "Always happy to help a friend, even when it means potential gastrointestinal harm and death." A warm, sleepy smile is spreading under that intense gaze. "You'll do fine, won't she?" Pulling wobbly to her feet. "I on the other hand have a date with this pending hangover." Schuyler yawns again. "I think I need to turn in myself. Didn't you say you had an overnight shift Key - you should be getting to that, yeah? You want me to walk you back to your quarters Ed?" he puts the stopper back in the bottle of wine, its about half gone though with having shared some with Faryn. "Something for the road...or to mop up some of that alcohol?" he offers the basket out one last time. "I'll walk you back." Keysi says as far more a statement than an offer to Edyis. Back to business. "And get you some water while we're at it." After a couple of steps in the intended direction she pauses, "Aye, as always. I had a bit to grab a bite to eat, so running into you and your pastries was perfect timing. But they'll start wondering sooner or later." Though, Keys is never quite on time.. so.. they won't be wondering for awhile. Anyway. "It'd look better if a guy wasn't the one to deliver her to her room drunk, I think." She coughs one of her light, awkward laughs, "Though it may make for some interesting gossip if Edyis doesn't remember any of this in the morning." Edyis snags a pastry with a grin. Sop up that alcohol, yepper! "Oh yeah... that's a good point Keys." She starts giggling. It is quite possible she won't remember in the morning. Going to lean on the healer apprentice. "You won't be late if you walk me back? I can probably work it out on my own." Cue another sleepy yawn. Schuyler opens his mouth then shuts it again. "Good point." he smirks. "Not that I'd mind messing with her ever so slightly..." he chuckles. "And I hate to have you be late..." he looks between them, not willing to actually make a decision. Keysi loops an arm around the once-scribe to support her balance as needed, "If anything, this counts as being on duty. I can't let you end up head first in the baths. That would be a medical emergency." Apparently the healer who does everything of the Craft by the book can indeed manipulate things just a touch on occassion. "I'll be looking for you soon, Sky. I hope you aren't too disappointed by what you have to work with." Is added before turning with intention to begin a slow assisting walk down the winding interconnecting tunnels to the living quarters. |
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