Logs:Trouble is as Trouble does
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| RL Date: 1 May, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo, Faryn, Kaitlin, M'ron |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi sanctioned research turns an interesting corner. Jo probably isn't the best advisor. Faryn finds out things when she's drunk. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 9, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Telavi/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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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. The Snowasis is its usual den of busyness this night, full of the usual denizens. Weyrfolks litter the place after having finished their tasks for the day, and dragonriders are well into their cups, cards and dart games. For anyone looking, Jo can be seen towards the back near the group of Glacier riders, having snagged a table with a curly blonde woman and a burly-looking man. All three seem to be lounging and drinking, watching Glacier riders take turns throwing their darts and making comments on it. There's a relaxing quality to the atmosphere there, as if Jo was most comfortable with those sitting with her. It is probably the last place a weyrling should be, and yet in strides Edyis, notebook underarm chatting with a few Savannah wingriders, on the way in. "Thanks for the viewpoints guys. It will help with the assignment." Edyis states as she departs their company heading for the Glacier riders with a smile that can only mean trouble. "Hello." Trouble, indeed. While the Glacier riders playing at darts look the newcomer weyrling over, Jo tilts her head to see Edyis better while holding her mug and calls out to her, "Hey. Lookin' to break some rules, Holdbred?" The blonde woman and male with her turn to look Edyis over as well, and the convict rider motions with her mug for Edyis to come over with questioning looks going her way. There is a loose laugh, a light and airy thing that speaks to true mirth. "No rules broken yet, In fact you could say I am here with Telavi's blessing." Maybe a stretch of the assistant weyrlingmaster's intentions but something the former scribe is willing to work with, "And we do get one drink now, and I didn't waste mine on dinner." "Telavi," Jo echoes the name, as if in disbelief. But then, Edyis speaks on drinks and the bluerider gestures to the man there with her and says, "Get her what we're havin'. M'ron, brown Hiyudath's," she explains to Edyis. She then gestures towards the blonde woman before adding, "Kaitlin, brown Jormunth's. Join us." Kaitlin gives Edyis a hard study behind her drink before she open questions Jo with a wry, "A conquest?" while M'ron leaves for the bar. "Research for an assignment on dealing with difficult people," Edyis answers, positively beaming. She pulls up a chair to the table and setting the notebook down. Dark eyes take in both glacier riders, respectful nods given to each. "I thought you might have an interesting thought or two to add to the research." Conquest earns an amused arch of her brow. "And how's that goin'?" Jo seems to tease with a straight face on assignments. To Kaitlin, her question gets merely a look and it's one that gets the blonde woman to laughing to herself. "That's right," the blonde decides to say right then. "You're one of those new weyrlings. Impressed brown, right?" M'ron comes back right then with a mug for Edyis, setting it down by her notebook with a quick wink before settling down beside Kait with an arm going about her shoulders. Jo snorts to it all but adds to her questioning, "Is this the sort of assignments they're givin' out to ya'll weyrlins' these days? Talkin' 'bout dealin' with difficult folks?" "I will let you know when I next attempt to deal with someone difficult." Edyis teases back; Kaitlin gets a warm smile for her question. "Akluseth." It isn't precisely affectionate, but not entirely without some feeling for her lifemate. "It would seem that I have marked myself early on, and it is quite possible there is no chance of recovery, and here I was hoping to try for the Leadership Program." The words ambiguous enough to be a joke or truth. She lifts the mug giving it a testing sip studying the trio over the rim of the mug. "Ya sound as if yer already dealin' with someone difficult," Jo notes with a look to the weyrling, perhaps a prompt for information. "Leadership program. That somethin' yer really strivin' for, Edyis?" To Kaitlin and M'ron, she adds, "Remember those in our class? I think a few of them were fightin' for that role." - "I preferred no attention, myself," Kait answers on that, a little haughty before she nods to Edyis. "Akluseth. Nice name. Always wondered how these dragons come up with them out of the shell." "Mm, Jury is still out on that one." She answers Jo diplomatically on dealing with difficult people, "It might be an interesting way to get to know some of the wingleaders I am not already acquainted with, see how things are really done. " She offers with a shrug. She smiles, "It is kind of fun to say isn't it?" "Like Taikrin?" Jo names her Glacier wingleader with a raised brow. "I think that's a good idea. Ya already know R'hin, so, makes sense to get to know the others. One of'em will end up bein' yer wingleader one day." She drains her mug then before continuing. "Still," she goes on to say with a slight smirk, "sounds to me like yer causin' some kind of trouble if yer already gettin' that talk. Ya can tell us troublemakers," she gestures to M'ron and Kait as well, her grin growing. "I suppose Taikrin would be on that list, sure. Though if she's anything like you I'm not sure I could hold any ground at all." The former scribe teases, "I haven't hit anyone, might have a problem with running my mouth though. Again, jury." She chuckles, glancing over to the troublemakers. "How would you all define someone who is difficult to deal with." Jo laughs on Edyis's answer, giving a half-shrug as she sets her empty mug down. M'ron passes over his own to her with a nod before she states on mouths running, "Yeah, I can see that. All that harperin'." As to the question, Kait gets to it before Jo does. "It's someone you wanna stick a knife to since words aren't working," is her prompt answer. "We all know someone like that." Jo seems to agree since she nods slowly before adding behind it, "Difficult don' always mean a shank. It can also mean folks that aren' easy to read. Holds their cards to their chest and won' give a single crumb. Hard to relate to." A pencil appears seemingly pulled from behind her ear, taking notes in precise shorthand. "I can't help it." She laughs of harpering, "Seeing as I am fairly sure Telavi would not want me to write an essay on stabbing people who more than likely deserve it... How do you guys deal with it?" It's Jo's statement that draws more curiosity. "You prefer people to be open books?" Lifting her mug when the pencil stops moving. Snorting, "We're talkin' 'bout Telavi here, right?" Jo drops, bringing M'ron's mug to her lips. "I'm fairly sure she wouldn' mind a colorful essay as that. The others, however..." That being, Quinlys and K'zin. "You know how I solve difficult people," M'ron finally breaks his silence, his voice deep as he looks to Kait before getting to his feet and striding towards the bar. It was clearly not his type of conversation. Watching him go, "Depends on how much that difficult person matters to me," Jo answers the first with a slight non-chalant shrug before she drinks. "If they intrigue me, I'll make the effort to get them to be not difficult. If they don'...and no, I don' prefer folks to be open books, darlin'. I do prefer the challenge, so long as they're not impossible. Yerself?" She turns the questions back on the weyrling and Kaitlin snorts as she nurses her own drink. "Me?" She sighs, and looks around as though the weyrlingmaster or one of her minions might spring forth. "I have a brewing problem with authority, hypocrites, and people who treat books badly." She muses jovially. "Which does not bode well for me does it?" Amused, "You?" Jo teases, both brows going up. "Hard to believe that. I thought ya were all 'bout keepin' the peace, not stirrin' pots. Who's the hypocrite? The same folks yer havin' authority problems with?" "Shocking isn't it?" She snorts. "The problem is, that usually keeping the peace usually means sacrificing something. It gets old after a while." She glances over the rim of her glass. "Probably wouldn't hurt to just fall in line, but I get the feeling no matter how strictly you adhere to the rules or try to stay out of trouble; it comes for you anyway." Clearly weyrlinghood does not agree with Edyis. "As far as I remember, Quinlys isn' all that tough," and Jo exchanges a look with her clutchsibling as if in confirmation. To Edyis, pointedly, "I'm assumin' the hypocrit is her," she notes archly. "Tela isn' all cloak'n'daggers, and K'zin's a lot of things, but I doubt hypocrit's one of them. 'Less ya mean yer clutchsibs." She takes a sip of her drink, as if it was the point at the end of her statement. Edyis snorts, "I don't know Quinlys well enough to say she is a hypocrite, I don't trust her though, and Telavi ... Can't say I trust her either. K'zin is... K'zin." And thus are the glowing reviews of her teachers. "No Yesia, and her band of mindless Vytol's." She sighs scratching at her shoulder absently. "Things were easier before. Now I feel like I'm living in the middle of a fishbowl, stuck running the same damn circle day in and day out." "Why?" Jo asks on trusting Quinlys, and there's a spark of interest there in her gaze. "What'd she do to you?" The rest said though, that's something the bluerider can understand since she states wryly, "There's at least one in every class. They usually get their come-uppance eventually, darlin'. Even a good threat or two tends to knock'em down a peg or two." Jo, the mentor. Kait's even snickering into her mug at that before she adds in her mark piece: "Shit. Remember the one in out class, Jolie? Got us in trouble all the time..." "Why should I trust her?" Dark eyes lift, brows knit together. "She's an unknown, and I don't like unknown. Especially when that unknown quantity has power over me." Edyis mutters, "Weyrlinghood is like reliving childhood all over again, and no not the fun parts." The Snowasis is busy this night, with many of the Weyr's wings crowding the place - mainly the bar, card tables and dart areas. Jo and Edyis can be seen at one of the back tables from the entrance with a pretty blonde rider by the darts. Jo lifts a brow at Edyis's question on the weyrlingmaster. "I'm an unknown," she notes, that secretive smile playing on her lips. "Ya don' seem all that distrust of me, when ya should be. 'Sides, weyrlin'hood's a necessary evil, darlin'. It don' last forever, and there's way to make it either worthwhile or go by much faster." That smile now transfer over to the blonde woman with them, Kaitlin. Kait nods to that before adding to Edyis, "It does get better. Causing a ruckus helps." Kaitlin the mentor. "Who said I trusted you yet?" The former scribe is grinning around the edges of her mug, eyes glittering. "I am trying to behave, but... who knows. If things get any worse, I may just say screw it to trying to be the model student and have that rebellious phase I'm told people tend to go through around my age." Sitting at the table with her one drink and her notebook. Faryn's in passing, truly, but being transient in the Snowasis this time of day, this kind of night, well, it's tricky. Even someone as small as she, someone who can weave through people and duck under arms, it can be a challenge to get through the crowds. And that's all while completely sober. The way she's teetering, listing ever so slightly, suggests she's not that. "Oh, shard it," is grumbled into one of the two drinks she's carrying, each with a bit off the top, as someone moves just the wrong way and bumps her. She admirably doesn't spill her drink on anyone, which is good, but it's a close thing as her hip jostles into the back of someone's chair. "Sorry, sorry." Then, a bit brighter with recognition, too bright for Faryn's nature, "Oh! Hiya, Edyis!" "Ya don' have to say it," Jo quips right back on trust, giving the weyrling a look. "I'm not the one attracted to nefarious folks in this here Weyr." She even says that with a straight face. Kait chuckles, just when Faryn breezes in with drinks. Both Jo and Kait look on as there's a new arrival, the riders studying Faryn and Edyis with open interest. To Edyis, Akluseth projects, « She has you pegged. » "I am not -" Something stops her mid-sentence and Edyis begins to scowl. Fortunately, she is saved by Faryn's arrival. "Faryn, let me tell you how perfectly jealous of you I am at the moment." Eyeing those two drinks with a wistful sigh. To Akluseth, Edyis projects, « What do you mean by that, and why aren't you asleep? » To Edyis, Akluseth projects, « Bored. » Slow currents curve and dance around the edges of your thoughts. « She still has you pegged. » "Oh, again?" Faryn asks, as if this is a common thing. Any scrutiny from the rest of the table is missed as the herder, apparently easily distracted, plops into a free chair without any invitation. It might not even be a chair for this table. Who knows? She follows Ed's gaze, then, "Oh! Yeah! I drink all the ones you can't have, so they don't go to waste. That's how good a friend I am." Logic. As if to prove it, Faryn takes a drink from one, and only then notices their tablemates. She studies them with the intensity of alcohol, one eye squinched as she considers. "Hi. I don't know you." To Akluseth, Edyis projects, « Shut up. » That slight smirk grows a fraction more when Edyis doesn't finish her sentence, and Jo takes a drink. Since there's company, she merely says back, "At least ya have good taste." Her dark gaze turns to Faryn then when she's addressed, the scrutiny returned now with more ease. Kaitlin pipes up before Jo does: "I remember you on the sands." The convict bluerider studies her anew before nodding and saying, wryly, "Name's Jo. Blue Tacuseth's. That's Kait, brown Jormunth's. Yerself?" Edyis seems to take a few minutes to regain her focus. About having good taste, it may only be a coincidence that has the weyrling nearly draining her cup. "Save some for when restrictions are lifted will you?" She smirks, "How much have you had to drink anyway. You look a little ... trashed." "Edyis has the best taste," Faryn gushes, missing a key point. "Jo, Tacusath, Kait, Jormunth," the young woman mantras, though chances are she'll forget by the end of the conversation anyways. "'m Faryn," she provides, when prompted, and stresses for Kaitlin, like there might be confusion, "Beastcrafter." And for Ed? "That wasn't the plan. You guys lost them, they're mine now. I've had..." She trails off to count. "I don't know. Like, three? Seven? They blurred together." "Doesn' she," Jo seems to agree wholeheartedly with Faryn on Edyis's tastes, though, she clearly has her own agenda with those words since her gaze falls on the weyrling in question. Back to the newcomer, "Faryn," she seems to be committing the name to memory. "Ya are indeed drunk." An observation, and it's one Kaitlin marks with a briefly raised mug for the correction. "Beastcrafter," the blonde echoes. "How profitable. Jo." At the call to her name, the blonde nods back towards the bar where M'ron is signaling for them. "It's time." Kait's getting to her feet now as she drains her mug, and Jo follows likewise as she says to the girls, "Looks like I'm bein' summoned." Edyis opens her mouth to protest, and closes it, eyeing that empty mug with a twitch of her brows. "Good night Kait, Jo." Watching the brownrider and bluerider thoughtfully a moment. "Faranth what have I gotten myself into." She murmurs turning her attention back to Faryn. "Yes, just a wee bit. Are you supposed to be drinking that much as an apprentice?" Faryn frowns slightly at Kait and Jo as they stand to go. "Bye," she says, looking somewhat concerned, leaning to Edyis and stage-whispering, "Did I scare them off?" As if. "I'm allowed," is her only answer about her quantity, petulant. "More than one at least." That Edyis appears flustered? By the look on Jo's face, it seems like that was her aim in the first place. "See ya 'round, weyrlin'," she gives to Edyis since Kait has already left to join M'ron by the entrance. The bluerider sends Faryn a wink then along with a wry, "If yer any good with runners, I'll look ya up. See ya, darlin'." Then she's heading out after her clutchmates, all swagger and bravado and good black leather. Edyis is flustered, she keeps trying to drink from an empty mug flustered, somewhere in the barracks a brown is chuffing in amusement, flustered. "Yes. More than one." Refocusing on Faryn because that is safe. "Win any good bets lately?" It's preternatural, the way drunks seem to notice things. Faryn's one of those, watching Edyis' erratic movements and strange behavior with a curious eye. "Mmmm," she ventures, "do you have a crush on her?" So much for safe, though at least she'll answer, "No, but I've started a ledger on whether Roszadyth'll rise b'fore Niahvth. If you bet on Niahvth you'll win a lot, but, more likely, you'll just lose." "Crushes... do I look like the kind of girl who wears makeup and giggles about true love?" She grabs her drink as it comes by, shaking her head. "The trouble is... I do tend to be attracted to all the wrong sorts of people," closing her notebook with a deep frown. "At the worst possible times." Faryn sighs heavily, too dramatic. "Crushes can be quiet, Edyis. Shards." Though she eyes that book, curious, and says, "But you could be scribbling her name on the margins in that. Nobody would even know." But there is a victory! Faryn marks it with, "Aha! So you are attracted." Clearly that wasn't a question Edyis was expecting. Fortunately, there was nothing left in that mug either because Faryn would probably be wearing it. "She-she has a way of getting under your skin," Edyis answers more honestly than intended, dark eyes trailing off in the direction of the bluerider. "Crushes are just bad ideas waiting to happen." Lucky Faryn! "So...yes?" The herder asks, not too perceptive, apparently. She swirls her drink, swirl swirl, sip. "It's the pants, isn't it?" Edyis shakes her head. "No, no." She repeats for the sake of her sanity. "Though... the pants." Edyis admits, "It would be anyone's guess at this point. " Queens rising are certainly a safer topic. Less awkward topic. "Too early for bets, I'll wait and watch, see what changes. If I had to bet now, I'd say Niahvth, I would hope for Niahvth. Though the implications..." She frowns. Faryn has a sly grin for Edyis' admission, but is also easily swayed into another topic, one that more directly affects her. "Money's on Roszadyth," she repeats, though without the ledger it's hard to tell. "'ll be close." Says she, who knows all about dragons. "Dunno what people want, just what they seem to think." "What people want." She echoes, "Is often different from what the weyr probably needs." She sets the empty mug down flagging down a server and ordering something non-alcoholic. "Not that I have any idea what the weyr needs, or what the best path would be." Edyis says, "You did see the pants right?" "They're good pants. I wonder who her tailor is." She sips to think about that, a sip that turns into a drain, one that is way too quick for the contents. "You..." she drawls, standing, wobbling less for the moment, "should probably stay away from her. You're not allowed to touch her pants yet." Helpful advice for an unceremonious departure. Wherever she was going initially has caught her attention again, and Faryn starts that way with her one remaining drink, tipping it in farewell as she tries to traverse the crowd. A graceless thing, to be sure. |
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