Logs:Life Choices
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| RL Date: 10 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Faryn, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis shows off her new ink. |
| Where: Candidate Quarters, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies |
| Mentions: Yesia/Mentions, Barnabas/Mentions |
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>---< Candidate Quarters, High Reaches Weyr(#286RAJ) >-----------------------<
Two caverns lead one right into the other from a hallway just off the
Common Room. Taking advantage of the high, vaulted ceiling, bunk beds
march in five neat rows of five beds each allowing up to fifty people to
sleep in one cavern, although one of those caverns is presently largely
closed off. Functional and spartan in atmosphere, there's little in the
way of decoration here, just the one tapestry depicting a hatching on the
wall of the first cavern and eggs on the sands in the second.
Each bunk is made up when there are candidates in residence, with standard
sheeting, gray woollen blankets and somewhat lumpy pillows. A trunk stands
at both the head and foot of the bunks, providing a little space for the
occupants to store their belongings while the wait for the eggs to hatch.
The archway between the two spaces is covered over with a hide hanging,
easily hooked back when both caverns are in use, but tacked into place
when only the first is needed. A proper wooden door closes out noise and
drafts from the hallway.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 20 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 2m
Keysi F 17 5'7" athletic, brown hair, grey eyes 3m
Laine F 17 5'4" trim, dark hair, grey eyes 0s
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Common Room
>--------------------------------------< 1D 7M 37T I10, summer afternoon >---< It's late in the morning, and surely, there is a reason that Edyis bribed someone to cover her chores today. The normally responsible candidate sprawled out oddly on Keysi's bunk above her own improvised gypsy style tent/bunk complete with faded glow strings. Maybe her skin is just a shade redder than usual, but she's flopped belly down with a thin sheet over herself muttering something about blue riders and bad ideas. Lucky Laine: there's some leather crafter duties that can be done in the comfort of one's own cot, so technically she can be considered to be tending to her assigned duty. Her own bunk (bottom) she's hung with old sheets scavenged from the stores, with ties loosely holding them open when she's not seeking privacy. They're drawn now, and Laine is propped herself on a small mountain of pillows, busy with needlework. Her stitches are meticulous and neat, but presently she glances up at Edyis and that indistinct muttering. "Y'okay over there?" It can be noted that Faryn's habits have not changed since her Search: she is still up before the sun and gone most of the day, making it an oddity when she comes in from the bowl, her clothes and hair covered in mud. She doesn't deliberately drip it on anyone's bunk -- truly -- but her caution grows as she makes her way to her own and begins disrobing, boots first, to get out of the mess she's caused. She's not paying much attention, focused on her task and probably on getting back to break whatever beast might have caused her mishap, but the direction of Laine's question is mistaken, and she says, gruffly, "Yes," before glancing up, noting the direction of the tanner's gaze, and then following it with her own to the intended recipient. "Oh. Nevermind." Though now she's squinting at Edyis too, just in case something is wrong. Tugs the sheet away from her face eyeing Laine from over the side of the bed, her response cut short when the mud monster goes galumphing past. "Just... a whole lot of bad idea on my free day." Edyis mutters. "I ran out of numbweed and aloe. and I can't reeeach." She whimpers. Where is Keysi when you need her? Laine, too, regards Faryn when she makes her muddy entrance, offering a mild, "make sure to visit Yesia's bed," that could be part jest, part request. For all that the candidate appears to be avoiding doing actual work, she carefully holds her needle between her teeth, draws her knees up and slides those leather straps (she seems to have a never-ending supply of them) through her fingers. Finding some seam unsatisfactory, she reclaims her needle and begins to amend the stitches. "Wanna talk about it?" She says it loudly and nonchalantly enough that it could be directed to either Edyis or Faryn, but her attention is focused on the work at hand. Faryn's eyebrows hike to her hairline at Edyis' whining request, and in answer she holds her hands and arms up, visual confirmation that, "I'd just make a mess." The way she says it suggests that she's been trying not to make a mess, which is indeed inaccurate. It seems she didn't hear Laine's request, because she doesn't acknowledge it until she's shedding her jacket and, not particularly wanting to ruin her own bed, she drops it onto someone else's cots. If it comes up later, she'll blithely say she simply missed, in her hurry, but the mud and brown water is sinking slowly into that gray blanket and the clean sheets beneath, giving them a sheer quality. Faryn, apparently, doesn't want to talk about it - or she's more interested in Edyis, particularly after her communication faux pas. She works her belt, looking expectantly at the scribe. Edyis scoots over, exposing the fact that she only has loose too large tunic on. She seems to be contemplating that. "Please do." Edyis chimes in concerning Yesia's cot. "If I tell, will you put numbweed on the spots I can't reach?" Surely she only means her back. Cue big brown eyes, and begging. She wiggles then, over the side of the cot and down the ladder, and now tale tell signs of sunburn, and the outline of an open backed sundress might be faintly discernable. Now might be the time to notice the sizable bandage applied to the back of her right shoulder. "Ribs and drinks in Ista. I haven't had even a mild sunburn in ages. Edyis says numbweed, again, and somehow it's that second time that registers for the preoccupied tanner, who sets down her work and stabs that needle into the pillow by her elbow and scoots forward. She dangles her legs off her cot, socked feet sweeping at the floor, and she narrows her eyes at Edyis. "What-- what? When were you in Ista?" This is accompanied by a despairing sort of glance over at Faryn and a derisive, playful, get-a-load-of-'this'-guy sort of jerk of her thumb over at their reddened, gingerly-moving companion. "Sounds real rough. Ribs and drinks. In Ista. You poor thing." Funny. She doesn't sound very sympathetic. Belt: gone, deposited unceremoniously on Yesia's pillowcase, since that particular spot doesn't seem to have any moisture on it yet. The the herder is down on her knees, reaching under the bed for a box that contains her clean clothes and a towel, making her plans very clear. They're not urgent plans, though, and there is one spot of the cot that is not wetted through. She settles on it, moist and muddy and everything, and begins un-braiding her hair, watching small chunks of loam dislodge as she does. They fall on the bed, too. "I haven't been to Ista in years," she says, sounding sad, and still the poor scribe has no numbweed. It is a sad day for all, then. "I didn't get invited, either," she tells Laine in that same tone. "The Sandbar," is a breathless, wistful sigh. "Is that where you went?" It's not accusatory...barely. *then the Edyis pouts, but then she's pulling out a hairpin, and starting on the lock to her trunk, "Next time I'll invite you guys along..." She sighs apologetically. After a minute of deft twisting, the lock pops, and she's digging in the trunk for a sealed jar. "The beach house... but." She furrows her brow. "See I got this idea in my head once. There's this gardener guy in the greenhouse a lot. Covered in tattoos. Like his skin is freaking artwork." This is probably, the closest Edyis ever comes to chattering like a teenager. Jar fetched; lock closed, hairpin replaced as she settles onto her cot, amid the strings of glows and patchwork quilt. There's an appreciative grin cast in Faryn's direction for her oh-so-casual besmirching of Yesia's bed, but Laine's ear is still tuned into Edyis' chatter. She does comment as a sidenote, "never been to Ista," with a not-quite-accusatory side-eye at Edyis, but it's with her usual crooked smile so the tanner can't be that upset. Laine's doing her best to keep up, really, but her nose wrinkles up and her eyebrows crease when she tries to summarize Edyis' story. "So you went drinking with some old tattood guy you've seen in the greenhouse? Edyis, honey. We need to talk about your life choices." A contemplative 'hmm' comes from Yesia's cot, and it turns out Faryn has a lot of hair in that tight braid of hers, because she's still working, slowly and looking at Edyis' with keen interest as she gets into her that chest and grabs her jar. She begs no question of it, and instead cuts a glance at Laine. "I was going to say, don't tell me you went to Ista, got drunk, and then got a tattoo. But either way," she concurs, "we need to really have a talk. Starting with the proper amounts of alcohol to be imbibed by people our size in a place like Ista." Edyis furrows her brows, "What? No. Why would you - No. I went out with a couple bluerider friends." Cue an expression of dark amusement at the mention of her life choices. "I wanted one ok," Edyis says of the tattoo, "The idea of an artwork that is a part of you is very interesting to me. I just didn't expect it to hurt quite so much in the getting, but... I liked it. I think. Except for the pain part." Laine meets that glance form Faryn, and just spreads her hand with a lazy shrug. The tanner echoes a few agreeable murmurs, though Laine is not one to talk when it comes to, ahem, overindulging. But those thick eyebrows of hers are raising higher and higher as Edyis speaks. There's a raspy chuckle, then, and a brightness in Laine's grey eyes. "So." She gestures the length of the former scribe's form with an airy wave. "Are you just gonna talk about it, or show us?" "Ha!" Faryn's bark of laughter is sudden but genuine, and her eyes are filled with good-natured amusement. "You never struck me as the sort," she admits, but her own curiosity has piqued as well, and she finishes loosening her hair, ruffles it a few times with her hand, and then leans forward interestedly with a quiet, wet squelching sound as the thin mattress of the bunk compresses. "What is it?" she has the grace to ask, though it's clear she's on the show us boat. Edyis hands Laine the jar of numbweed, turning so the tanner can peel away the bandage herself. If she does, peal it away, it would reveal the knotted oak tree, it's branches woven into a circle on her shoulder, all told it is about the size of Edyis's hand. "I never strike anyone as anything, part of my charm." The girl smirks, "Something to remind me of where I came from." She adds more softly. Thoughtfully. Accepting the clay jar and setting it aside on her comforter, for now, Laine bring gentle hands to begin the process of stripping back that bandage. There's a wince--equal parts sympathetic and grossed out--but she doesn't hesitate. That bandage, gluey and potentially bloodied, is set aside quickly and on the floor, far away from Laine. Ew. She's excited about the tattoo itself, at least: she ooohs, and reaches a hand as though to trace it, her fingers hovering inches away from Edyis' skin. For Faryn's benefit (in case she can't see it), "It's a tree! Kinda. All knotted up. I like it, Edyis." Faryn's leaning to try and see proves largely ineffective, and certainly not good enough for her to get a good view of the tattoo, so it's upsie-daisy she goes, covering the ground to stand behind Laine and cross her arms, evaluating the tattoo with a critical expression. Eventually it softens, as does her entire posture. "That's nice." The relief coloring her tone can't be mistaken, even to her own ears, so she adds, "I was expecting, I don't know, something more misguided. A claw raking out of your back, or a wild feline eating its own tail to represent the 'continuity of our lives and deaths', or...a dragon hatching out of your back. But only," she is quick to mention, "because of the influence alcohol may have made in this decision." Edyis eyes Faryn. "Do you often drink with harpers?" Surely only they would think of such convoluted ideas, watching the bandage get thrown. "Hey, I needed to put that back on." But Jar is there and, numbweed. "I'm just glad it isn't horrible and as much of a bad idea as I thought it was this morning. "Ugh, no, you don't. Get a new one." Bandage. For good measure, Laine nudges it with her foot. But, dutifully, the tanner opens that jar and scoops some thick paste onto her two fingers. With a soft, circular motion she begins to apply it to the tattooed area, careful not to disturb the scab if any has begun to form (not without a hard swallow and a pursed mouth--Laine is no healer). She does, however, angle her head back to Faryn and quirk a grin. "Feline eating its own tail, huh?" She shakes her head, laughing. And for the next little while, she'll apply the numbweed as requested and chat with her peers, but sooner or later the candidate needs to get back to work: alas! "No, no," Faryn waves off the suggestion, "I often drink with lunatics. Though it's similar, I suppose. And I was told it was meaninful, not that I really got it. That's what canines do, not...whatever." She steps away - because she's no healer either and she's certainly not in any condition to be putting numbweed on anything at risk of infection - and goes back to her own cot, giving a cursory glance at her belongings on Yesia's bed before grabbing the towel and clean clothes up. "I'll be back for those. If she comes back before me, tell her who did it and that I'm in the bathing pools. A mark says she has nothing to do but bitch and moan while I'm not around, the little twit. For what it's worth, I really like your tattoo," she says, on her way to the door, and then she's out. |
Comments
Alida (03:16, 12 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Wait until you see Alida's. It'll be a little while, since she has to go back a couple times to have it finished. Too intricate and multi-colored to take care of in one go. ;)
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