Logs:The New Girl
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| RL Date: 5 February, 2015 |
| Who: V'ros, Telavi, Alida, Irianke |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Everybody meets the new girl. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 13, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snow. |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Nimae/Mentions, Mirya/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions |
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>---< Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr(#555RJ) >----------------------------------<
The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former
weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its
convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from
the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor,
and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick
and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth
tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a
low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery
and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light
colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm
autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter
the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools
stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window
to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear
view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light
of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Telavi F 24 5'7" trim, dk. blonde hair, blue-green eyes 20s
V'ros M 22 5'8 Slim, Brown hair, Brown eyes 0s
----------------------------------< Exits >--------------------------------- The predetermined time and predetermined place: evening at the Snowasis. One of the tables near the darts board, at the fringes, is filled with various riders of different wings, all chatting merrily over their drinks. There's a rousing game of darts, between the usual suspects, ongoing. Moving through the crowd, between people even, V'ros has got his hands full with two large pitchers that he's steadily trying to get back to that table. He squeezes in between a greenrider and another brownrider, plunking down his prizes amid cheers from his tablemates. His grin is wide and perhaps not-sober in the moment, but he well-receives the clap on his back for a job well done. He pushes up his sleeves just before he sits, looking much too self-satisfied for only having bought the first round of pitchers. If he's waiting for a friend, he sure doesn't look like it, but then again, there's at least one seat empty to his left. A crowd like that makes it possible to miss Telavi, given how she wound up at the back of a crowded booth upon a redheaded bluerider's lap; someone arrived early and has been busy. The two women have been talking intently, now and again exchanging lighter comments the others in the booth, but it's time. Time to dislodge them all-- amid much complaining, and why can't she just stay?-- time to slide out, time to meet up with V'ros. There's no stagger in her step when she minces through the crowd and to that empty seat, but there just might be an element of swagger. "Good evening," she greets the table. To V'ros, teasingly, "One for each fist?" "No," V'ros says around a boyish laugh that crinkles his eyes right up, "one for me and one for my teacher-friend-constant-advisor." He's not stumbling over his words, yet, so that must be a good sign. "Here.. a cup." One of the nearer, partially-clean glasses get scooted towards Telavi, and without her consent, he pours it full. "Had a good one? Heard you're flying with.. R'hin, now, until.." His right shoulder lifts and shrugs, and he slides the now-filled glass towards the greenrider. "Wouldn't've guessed.. that." He wipes his hands on his thighs, dislodging any of the alcohol that slipped over when he sloppily poured, and awaits the other rider's answer. Partially clean. Partially clean. Telavi eyes it, momentarily woebegone, but she's drunk worse; when she glances back up at the young brownrider, it's with a smile. "I have! Possibly even as good as yours," and there's that teasing again as she takes the glass only to offer it to clink. "You started without me." R'hin she can save for later; accusations come first! By the darts board, there's a table full of various riders from different wings, and V'ros and Telavi are seated next to each other at it. They're chatting, while two large pitchers sit in the middle of the table. "I saved the.. table, and these guys.. these guys.." V'ros is laughing by the end, and swallows any other words in his next big gulp from his glass. "Where.. were you?" he asks plainly, brushing hands roughly through his close-cropped hair. "I can't remember how long I've.. been here. Long?" His eyes travel to the bar and back, but his grin stays. "Visiting with Mirya," Telavi tells him with a bit of a sniff. She swings her legs from the knee, as much as one can in the crowded quarters, and aims to bump his foot with hers while she's at it. "Why didn't you expect R'hin?" She rolls the bronzerider's 'r.' There's also some riders over at the dart board itself, a handful of Glacier riders perhaps preparing for another one of their upcoming, bi-weekly games against Savannah Wing. One of those riders has apparently had enough of tossing weighted, stabby things for the evening, for she's exchanging some words with her fellows, and soon threading her way through the mildly-loud crowd towards the bar. After procuring herself a martini, Alida unhurriedly returns to roughly the same spot she originated from...except that Telavi and V'ros are her new destination. Green eyes note people and their positions along the way, a laconic alto, "Saw ya a little earlier..." offered to the green and brownriders once she's close enough to be heard without shouting. "Mirya," he snorts, derogatively, but says no more and sighs over the foam lingering on his drink. "R'hin? Ah.. you know.. he's.. him. Weird get togethers, disguises, fights." V'ros shrugs, not meeting the greenrider's eyes, and instead, his surprised browns lift to Alida. "Hey, Alida." His gaze drops to the table, seeking a spare chair, but frowns when he doesn't see any. "Come for the drinks? Games? Company?" He sure is chatty, tonight! "Hush, you." It's for Mirya, but with V'ros continuing as he does... by the time Telavi glances over her shoulder towards her clutchmate, her brows are still drawn together, though her blonde ringlets do swing gaily with the motion and she does offer the bluerider a quick smile. "V'ros," she tells Alida, "doesn't like costumes." Chatty isn't the 'V'ros standard,' so Alida gives him the guard's-eye for signs of intoxication before she bobs her pale head to both him and Telavi. To the former: "Thought I'd try this vaunted socialization thing after practice ended t'night." Smirk-shrug, sip. A faint quirk of one brow for her clutchmate's words of the brownie is followed by the bluerider trying to scoot into a seat near the other blonde, and a low, "Nothin' wrong with that." After another sip, her skewered olive is fished out of the gin, given an absent nibble. "Not.. costumes.. what he does with them." V'ros shakes his head side-to-side and breathes deeply into his glass. He gives both women dubious stares. "You know.. when we were shadowing and, uh, had Savannah, he basically.. he took us to a fight." His head doe the to-and-fro thing again, but he recedes into mumbling and then drinking. Some things never change, even if certain brownriders get a little chattier. "Very brave of you," Telavi tells the blonder blonde, a dimple showing; her gaze momentarily tracks the olive, but then, "I'm not sure about that. I think it might be an issue of character." That mumbling that V'ros is doing, though, that means attempting to bump his foot with hers again, more of a poke this time. "Or... maybe not! That sounds awful for you, V'ros. I can't believe he did that, take you to a fight. Why, that's positively uncivilized! Don't you think, Alida?" She slides a glance at the bluerider, her lashes sweeping low in a way that's so very close to a wink. She wasn't close enough to hear who they were talking about earlier, but with V'ros's words come a knowing little smirk upon Alida's lips - a faint gleam in her eyes - along with a quiet "R'hin..." before she takes another sip of her martini. "Gotta keep on yer toes when *that* one's involved...right Tela?" the bluie inserts into the conversation with a certain hint of slyness about her gaze directed at the greenie. She knows there's something going on out of range of her sight between the two, but there's other things to be vaguely curious about right now, her clutchsib's almost-wink inciting the woman to puff out a long sigh. "Horrors. Guess 'e wants new meat ta toss on 'is slab." New meat equals V'ros. "I don't.. fight." As if they didn't know. As if it's new. V'ros sets his glass back on the table with a thunk and eases back into his seat so the front legs are almost off the ground. "Is it.. hard? Or do you.. enjoy it?" to Telavi, presumably of Savannah and R'hin. His eyes slide further, to Alida, and his mouth quirks wryly. "I won't be the new meat.. forever." Sadly. True. "I like being on my toes," Telavi confirms with the both of them at once, impish, as though it were just that easy. "Speaking of-- well, 'new,' anyway, maybe not 'new meat,' "have you seen her?" Her. And that's exactly the look Alida gives V'ros: you don't fight. Not scathing at all, but more eye-rolling without that Alida-characteristic motion. "Yer gonna go over sooner 'r later..." the Glacier rider casually points out to the brownrider who's both drunk *and* chair-tipping, a small nod of affirmation given to his statement of growing 'stale' before she concentrates on Telavi once more. Blink-sip. Oh. "She's gotta' name...like usin' it's a scandal..." Snork. "Irianke... not yet. Ilicaeth's been listenin' in on the grapevine about 'er Niahvth." Shrug. "Nah, s'fine," V'ros says confidently, giving the bluerider a wide, boyish smile that's full of inebriation. "Her? Who?" There are a lot of hers, and it takes Alida saying the name out loud for the brownrider to slaps his leg and nod his head. "I.. saw her. In passing. I haven't.. spoken.. to her. Why'd anyone.. like that.. want to come here?" He's squinting at Telavi. Surely, she has all the answers. "Oh? What have you heard?" Maybe Solith hasn't been listening in like Ilicaeth has. Maybe Telavi hasn't bothered to ask. Maybe she just wants more. To V'ros she does aside, "Because of our charming personalities and reputation for temperance, of course." "Nothin' much beyond the usual claptrap, at this point..." Alida notes casually to Telavi, another nibble of her martini's olive taken after she shrugs. "I never make quick judgements unless they're warranted, anyway...though I gotta' question Igen's reasonings behind the move." Typical guard mentality. And then the greenrider's speaking of 'Reachian charm, and the bluie almost chokes on her olive, caught in a small paroxysm of snorking-snickers. Speak of the devil, or whatever they call it on Pern. Irianke steps in from the lower caverns. One hand is mid-tug on her ear which quickly turns into that hand running through the loose curls of her hair, tucking them behind her ear. Standing, or posing, in the exit, an exiting brownrider forces her to make a decision quick and a few more steps takes her to the bar. "Now I know what a herdbeast feels like when faced with a lusty dragon," she remarks, pretty much to no one, though one of the servers overhears and muffles a laugh. "If you have a high quality rum on hand, I'd like some of that in a glass, please." The chair creaks under the brownrider's, even slight, weight, and the legs light off the ground finally. "How.. goldriders come here to die?" V'ros asks ingenuously, scratching the side of his head; too soon, maybe? "Wouldn't want to.. be one, me." He's about to make another comment when his eyes dart to the side and widen. "Shit. Look. No.. don't look." Both legs of the chair slam on the ground as he leans forward and ducks his head. Hide. "'Unless they're warranted,'" Telavi repeats after Alida. "That is the key." She's just set out to reward the bluerider with the beginnings of a brilliant smile for her reaction when V'ros-- well. Now she's giggling too, and slow to notice the way many of the others in the cavern do. "Make up your mind!" But it's Tela, who's practically incapable of not looking, and so she does; with all the heads that turn, the occasional wave, hers turns out to be one of the last. But then she sees. Then she sits up. To protect V'ros, sure, but also to really see: the hair! the clothes! Indeed...Speaking of old Earth's devil... When enough heads turn to note Irianke's arrival, Alida instead looks into her drink, though her heavily-lashed eyes snick like switchblades towards where the newbie first stands, then approaches the bar. The bluerider gives the former Igenite a quick, gestalten sweep of her guard's assessing gaze from their corners, then focusing them back on her olive once again. There's a sage little nod to V'ros' words - a darkly humored death's head smile annointing the paler-blonde's lips for a few moments - before she chimes in, "Well then; looks like we'll find out soon enough..." To Tela's gawking the more restrained woman mutters in her mile-a-minute, clipped alto, "Roll yer tongue back up in yer mouth, Tela." Snert-sip. The hair! Is down now and hand tousled. The clothes! Are still work attire, hip hugging riding pants and that low v-cut blouse paired with a thousand, or just five, golden chains. Irianke did take the time to refresh her day's make up, so the kohl smudges about her eyes are less smudged and more precise, and there's even a splash of deep purple shadowing to contour her eyes. The server calls back the order to the bartender who is quick to pour, quicker to bring, and especially quick to once over. "Draw a picture, it'll last longer," chides the goldrider. She has a drink, that's all that matters and after a consideration that's not terribly long, she takes long strides towards a duo and a hiding half of likely suspects. "Mind if the new girl sits with you?" It's hard to see what everyone is so excited about when you're hiding your face in the table, but V'ros is steady muttering into the wooden planks, something incoherent. He lifts his forehead enough to peek around the other brownrider at his side, towards the gold-chained goldrider that now calls the Reaches home with the rest of them. "Sh-eit." His expression is pained, and becomes downright stricken when Irianke makes for their table. Her words are met by stunned silence from this particular brownrider, who chooses to stare at Telavi instead. Maybe he needs a translator. With Irianke's every motion and word, Alida's building an inner portrait of her, the silent bluerider taking small and casual pulls from her slowly-draining martini while V'ros and Telavi do the talking and gawking. It's only when the Igenite nears their little table - actually addresses them - that she turns those merciless green eyes fully upon the goldrider, and 'properly' skull-fucks her for a few moments. "I'm good if they are..." her alto notes diffidently, even while one of her own boot-toes is moving over to prod the brownrider's shin. Yes, she couldn't help but noticing his expletive and manner. A quick flick of eyes from the goldie to V'ros' gaze likely encourages him to quick being a dink before they move on to Telavi to note *her* reaction. "Don't you worry about my tongue," Telavi's not above reminding the bluerider in an undertone, one that hushes further as she tries to hear; if her mouth briefly shapes a moue-- gold necklaces are fine, but where are the gold bracelets? the pinky rings? the anklets?-- it's gone more quickly than the bartender at work, and then replaced by something of a delighted, even astonished blush to go with those bright eyes. That's when Irianke's walking in their direction. That's even before the visitor speaks. "Not at all, ma'am," she chirps, and then aims to poke the brownrider with her knee this time: sit up more. "This is V'ros," and a nod of her chin later, "Alida," and next come the others at their table. "I'm Tela." "Oh, thank Faranth. I thought it'd be that awkward moment, you're the new girl in your harper class of two, and no one wants to sit next to you." She may be speaking from experience, in the most airy of ways. "Pleasure. V'ros," the brownrider staring at Tela, which means, "Tela," gets greeted next, and then the owner of those merciless green eyes staring with disconcerting intentness receives the final, frankly amused look. "Yes, I'm Irianke. Yes, I'm from Igen. Yes, my dragon is due to rise soon. No, I'm not actually freezing here, but thank you for being concerned about my well-fare. Yes, these are real. No, I do not wear make up to hide deformities on my face other than well, my unfortunate nose. But what can you do with what you're born with, yes?" She waves her glass around, c'est la vie, alas poor nose. "What else have people wondered... oh, no, I do not, in fact, partake in ritualistic mating sacrifices regardless of what people think Igenites do in their spare time. Oh, and yes, it would be my pleasure to buy you all a round. Especially that one there," she nods to V'ros, "He looks like he could use another one to loosen his tongue." The knee-bump gains a wince and then V'ros is sitting up, straight, if tense. "Uh." He's also very eloquent, see. "Ma'am," he mumbles to Irianke, giving a jerky nod of respect in her general direction. His brows knit when she starts answering all those unasked questions, his eyes darting between the goldrider, the bluerider, and the greenrider; he's clearly confused. Her offer guarantees a flush in his cheeks and he clears his throat, reaching for his as yet unfinished glass. Telavi's lips have pressed together so she can't smile, but her cheeks rise and there's this pleased crinkling about her eyes and-- they're real? why not give them a second look-- there go the dimples. "Why, then, it surely would be a pleasure to accept." If her glance at V'ros could physically bob his head up and down, it would. "It's too bad about the sacrifices, though; I don't suppose you'd lead the rest on a little longer, let us win a bet or two?" "Probably best ta' address those habits an' concerns ta Tela..." Alida notes glibly after Irianke lets loose her list of responses to what's likely the usual set of questions she could be asked by others at 'Reaches. The bluerider usually can't be presed to give much of a shit about most people's niceties of life...though she does manage a faint smirk and flash of eyes at the goldrider's word of Igen 'sacrifices.' To both Telavi's and V'ros formal way of greeting the new weyrwoman comes her own low, "'S'not like we're on duty, people." Again those eyes slip to Irianke to note the goldrider's reaction to her statement. For confused V'ros the bluie raps off a casual, "She's answerin' all the typical questions she usually gets right after introducin' herself. Get it all done with, since it's rote, by now." Shrug, sip...and that olive finally disappears into her yap. Telavi earns only a fey hint of a ghost-smile for her words - something almost-dancing in those green eyes for a moment - before the woman polishes off the last of her martini, and promptly pours herself a beer from the dual pitchers on the table. With wheat being hard to get, and the price of beer way up, she'll cross-imbibe with pleasure. There's a head tip to Alida, and a, "Ding, got it in one. And if it helps you win some marks off of chumps, tell me who to lead on and you have yourself a deal." Irianke trills her fingers in the air to catch a server's attention and rotates one finger in a circle to indicate another round for everyone. "If you can guess which one of those questions no one really asked me, I'll buy your drinks for the rest of the seven day." V'ros, in all his terseness, receives a curiously lingering look. The brownrider on the other side of V'ros leans across his lap and grins, drunkenly, at Irianke. "Nice to meet ya," he says, not bothered by encroaching on the other man's lap space. It's a sharp look from the younger that has the older rider sitting up, with a quiet "ahem". Boundaries crossed and whatnot, V'ros leans back in his chair again. "If those are.. uh," he squeezes his eyes shut and winces. "Real." Amid all her listening, Tela gives Alida an actual appreciative glance for all that explaining, all those words sacrificed at the altar of V'ros' would-be understanding; then at Irianke's offer-- why not?-- flicks her fingertips in the direction of, "Those two, let's say." There's no real expectation there, only interest to see which way it will go; "I expect it's the rituals, but I'd like it to be the deformities, because really." Alida? Smirkie. Yep, her answer for the newly-arrived woman's multi-questions was pretty obvious. But is it nastiness or just dark humor that has Alida responding from the gut to Irianke, "Try H'vier..." (to lead on) the bluerider not responding to the opulence of the new goldie ordering yet another round of booze for all of them at the table. There's a faint snort for the newbie's offer of drinks for a sevenday before 'lida sips at her beer, sighing at the taste of the stuff she's had to ration out to herself much too thinly, of late. It's not 'mister leany' who gets the dart of the pale-blonde's full attention, but V'ros' highly daring (for him, anyway) try at answering what might be Irianke's facetious question. Tela's trying her hand at the validity of those questions makes her clutchmate twist her lips in more dark humor, the greenie's appreciation having garnered a faint bob of head in acknowledgement. Only Tela, of all at this table, likely fully appreciates just how rare that spewing of words from this woman that was. OR the offer of ready help to anyone, really. Irianke slides those two a look, the tilt of her head appraising of them and then Telavi. "And H'vier? The name's familiar. Wingleader." Exhale. "Iceberg?" Those eyes close. "Reisoth's. From Ista originally. I should be meeting up with Iceberg later this week. Clearly," the goldrider's eyes open and she flashes a careless smile at the table, "I'm not drinking enough if I can remember such facts. And drinks go to the silently charismatic one who might choke on his spit some day. Would someone really ask if these are real?" She's not well endowed enough for that, right? "What was your name again?" "H'vier," the younger rider grumbles, and his fingers reflexively extended and curl on his glass. Everything else passes him by, everything but his own, unwanted, success. Wincing, again, he lifts his shoulders in a flippant shrug. "V'ros, brown Zmeyth's." He's mumbling into his glass, not looking at Irianke still, though he passes a pained grimace to Telavi; unspoken truths? "Settled.. in?" he tries for informally conversational, and quite outstandingly fails at it. Would someone ask if they were real: "Your jewelry?" Telavi murmurs as ingenuous assent, having somehow resisted the temptation to 'answer' for Alida; her hint of dimple lingers where it had reemerged for 'charismatic,' and she recrosses her legs with the faintest shake of her head to V'ros. "Did yer homework..." Alida ripostes smoothly to Irianke, the bluie lifting her glass of beer to the goldrider, the woman then smirking a little at the winner: V'ros. Her look to the woman's likely facetious inquiry is a blatant 'V'ros would.' When he's drunk, anyway. In continued, almost brazen fashion, she addresses the brownrider directly with a low, "I see he's made an impression on you, too." And a shitty one at that, her own dark curl of lips might silently note. *She's* not trying to make any bids at conversation, as it's in no way her strong suit. Green eyes flick back to Telavi for another guess, and might just silently 'warn' the bouncy-dimply blonde to keep her yap shut, in regards to her clutchmate. The ordered round of drinks arrives, and the server is paid handsomely for her troubles. Another rum for Irianke, and another of whatever everyone else was drinking. Servers, they remember these things. "V'ros, brown Zmeyth's." Irianke's double fisting and lifts one of those glasses to her head to clink it lightly against her brow. "You are now remembered for life. I'm as settled in as you might expect by now. Looking for a few pieces of art to complete the look of my weyr, but that might require a trip to the glasscraft." If he's awkward, she's not noticing, which seems unlikely given the uncanny discernment in her blue eyes, or being kind. Kind it is. Kind also in pretending to not pay attention to Alida's warning looks or the growl directed V'ros's way. "My jewelry, unsurprisingly enough, is real. Low grade. They're gifts from my son. Duty gifts I call them, so I wear them when I'm on duty." Everyone's drinks are handed out while Irianke's talking, and V'ros' happens to be last. It's in the receiving, when the glass is slick with condensation, that it's fumbled and when he goes to catch it, knocks it onto Telavi's lap. Then, the glass rolls and smashes on the floor. A rousing "whooa" echoes throughout the Snowasis, for a man (drink) down. "Shit. Fuck. Tela.. I.. I'm.." V'ros stands up and starts fidgeting, holding his hands out because he's not sure what to do with them, but his drink is all over Telavi, so he should do something, even if it is to fret uselessly. Tela's gaze has widened, not for the renewed beer-- though she has an appreciative murmur of thanks-- nor V'ros' preservation, but for an actual answer for what her also-renewed blush suggests was meant more teasingly... and that's even before the son. Which, in turn, is before the knock-splash-smash and her own stifled shriek. Beer. All that beer. Beer literally wasted on her. She tries to swipe it off her clothes but it's not like she has her leathers and-- and-- "Ugh!" A despairing look at Alida and Irianke later, she's taken hold of the offender's arm and now tows him with her as she exits, stage left. Like a snake, Alida - though not the victim of that spill - reacts to V'ros' dumping of beer onto Telavi and the table with a quick shove of her chair back and away, and a rescuing of her own drink. Just in case. After a few choice comments from the throng around them, she just *has* to say, "Alright, you rabble; nothin' ta see, here. Move on," to which some fellow Glacier riders respond to with either eye-rolls, laughs, or even a good-willed flipping of the bird to her. Cue a dark snort-snicker from the 'former' Guard, who simply continues to sit in her chair, and observe the reactions all around her...especially from Irianke. "What a waste..." the bluie sighs out at her clutchmate's shriek, shaking her head as the greenrider hauls off the 'offender'. Note that 'lida's slowly scooting her chair back in, and laying claim to the left-over pitcher of precious beer while a couple of servers move in to clean up the expensive mess. Beer spilled, clothes ruined, people damp. Irianke gasps, her hand coming to her mouth. A sudden flurry of words fall out, "Do you need help, do you ne..." but Telavi and V'ros are out the door. "Not how I expected my first relaxing night at High Reaches to go. Poor beer. Long may she soak in the stone." Lifting her own rum, the goldrider gets to her feet. "I should go see a man about that thing." Otherwise known as a bathroom break. "It was nice to meet you, Alida. Have a good evening." |
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Edyis (13:02, 6 February 2015 (EST)) said...
"What else have people wondered... oh, no, I do not, in fact, partake in ritualistic mating sacrifices regardless of what people think Igenites do in their spare time. "
Remind me never to visit Igen.... XD
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