Logs:A Solid Plan B
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| RL Date: 27 December, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, Lys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lys asks Jo to be her back up plan. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 8, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jocelyn/Mentions, T'gar/Mentions, V'ret/Mentions |
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>---< Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr(#2203RJ) >-------------------------------<
A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a
refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework
captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the
day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the
dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and
various flora.
Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an
assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike.
Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting
in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving
is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the
softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst
the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this
a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit.
Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small
hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with
cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for
irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans
and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting
materials tucked underneath. It's the dinner time of the evening with most of the Weyr's folk out and about in the living cavern and kitchen. Jo is here in her usual spot towards te back. She has the same flowered pot and the water for it, her riding jacket off and draped over a stool with her scars all on open display as she tends to her plant. A few of the garden workers are still milling about towards the front, and they don't seem to mind that she's there. Lys' blue-green gaze might be drawn by Jo's scars or just the woman herself, but her winding path through the greenhouse leads to the greenrider, her blouse a light lavender and long shorts a practical cut of khaki. "Therapy again?" She inquires of the bluerider as she draws nearer. At least this time she doesn't 'ma'am' her. "Therapy," Jo confirms in one word as she snips off a leaf before looking her way. She seems to be trying to look the girl over as if she could see any changes from the last encounter, and so she asks, "How's it been? Either weyrlin'hood's gettin' easier for ya....or worse." As happens with weyrlings, muscle continues to build. Probably with T'gar in charge this past month, this is especially true now. She looks a little leaner, a little stronger but much the same. Lys takes the question seriously, more seriously than one might a casual inquiry as she comes to linger by the bluerider. "Good," she settles on. "Easier without wingleading and silver thread. A little distracting with my own weyr. Thinking a bit about the merits of asking to move back into the barracks next month so I can focus on Evy's flaming properly, but I'm not sure I'd like it and not sure it would go over so well with some others." She looks to the plant now and then to the bluerider's face, "Any particular issue you're working on tonight or all of them at once?" "Not a wingleader anymore, right?" Jo doesn't seem to keep up on weyrling particulars, but she seems to keep up on who's running things at any given month. "Why's yer weyr distractin'? It ain' 'spose to be distractin'. If anythin', ya should have more privacy to not be distracted." As for her own issues, there's a brief twitch of a shrug before she states, "Yaaah. Not really an issue. Just thinkin'. Shit, I could do the thinkin' up in my own weyr, but Tac seems to think we should 'be out in public'. His words. So." "Nah, T'gar this month." Lys relates easily, but then snorts for the next. "Maybe you did weyrlinghood wrong then. Word nowadays," she stresses with a cheeky look (that also happens to be something akin to boldly appreciative of the bluerider's aging figure), "is that they give you a weyr because they don't want you to do it in the barracks." She looks to the pot again, considering. "Why does he want you out in public?" There's some amusement at hearing T'gar is the wingleader, but Jo says nothing verbally. Rather, "I wasn' lookin' to fuck in those days," in regards to getting weyrs. "I was too busy tryin' to not be noticed. My loose ways managed to find their purchase on my weyr long after I graduated." It's all said with a straight face. Watching Lys now, "Ya could just tell'em no," she notes on her weyr and distractions. "Make'em wait. He wants me out in public cuz certain circumstances led me to stick 'round my weyr more often than now," she answers her last with a slight grimace. "Grief'n shit. It happens." Lys is silent a moment, just looking at Jo and whatever of that sass and bravado is act melts away into something softer. "I'm sorry," she sounds like she means that. "Do you want to talk about it?" The words makes no assumptions. The rest is left to lie; this is more important, by far. Jo regards the weyrling for a long moment before she looks to her plant in the thoughtful silence and she then she looks back at her. "Nah, not really," she finally says, setting the clippers down. "Finally got to a point where I can think 'bout it without wantin' to bust someone's nose up. Still hard talkin' 'bout it, darlin'. Thanks, though." Lys has a single nod to accept (fully, readily, without pressure) Jo's negation. "I have trouble talking about people I cared about and lost." She offers that much, but not more. "I'm not much good for busting up noses, but if you ever just need to talk to more than your dragon," however unlikely, her tone suggests, then there's a shrug to finish the offer and a distinct subject change, "So you're V'ret's cousin, I'm told?" There's little to say Lys doesn't believe it. It's just something else to talk about, something easier. "It's all part of life," Jo tells her, nodding. "Considerin' how many I've lost in my life, it still comes as a surprise that somethin' like this could hit ya hard." But there's a shrug to it to suggest that it was what it was, and the wingsecond grins when Lys offers up herself as a sounding board. "I've always been more a physical sort than a talker," she admits with not apology. "I either fight it away or I fuck it away. Tac gets it, but he still tries." Her expression doesn't change upon hearing V'ret and cousin in the same sentence, either. There's a spark of interest from her as she looks the young women over anew before she answers, "Ya could say that. I look after him, yeah. He told'ja that?" she asks now casually. Lys must take in the first part, but she doesn't immediately address any of it with more than another nod. "I think he mostly told me so I wouldn't think you were sleeping with him. You're not, are you? Otherwise, this might be very awkward in a moment." The delivery is deadpan but it's at least half serious. "I wasn'....'N what would be awkward that yer gonna tell me? In case I was?" Jo has to ask now, her face kept carefully straight as she stares at Lys. Lys squints at Jo a moment in the wake of that first. 'Wasn't' but-- what does that mean for now? The greenrider doesn't seem to think it warrants double-checking just now. "I have a maybe favor to ask. There's a girl I'm interested in but if we don't get there before it gets close enough to when Evy might rise, or don't get there ever," presumably because they broke up or whatever else happens with young folks these days, "would you fuck me? I don't want to go into a flight never having done it. In case it's different than with a man in a way that matters. Seems like it would be." That last might be more to herself than Jo. Jo at least lets Lys have her say in complete composure. Being propositioned is serious business, after all. There's a long silence to this once she's done as if the wingsecond is considering it all, leaning back against the table with the clippers in hand. Then, "'N V'ret?" she asks now. "What of him? It sounds like y'all are something together, 'n he is a close mate of mine. Granted," she adds briskly, "I would find it hard to turn down havin' a greenrider in my bed. Even a cute blonde one. But." But. "If it ever went down," she says, "I would need to know I ain' gonna have him fucked up by it." The request poses to be a serious one her from her dark gaze. And, as an afterthought, "It's smart to try a woman before she goes up the first time, I agree," she adds. "It is different. Some cases, better. Just makes sure ya cover yer bases first." "We're not exclusive," Lys says after a moment of considering Jo's response. "But I can talk to him. It might not come up at all, really, there's a woman," as she mentioned, "but I'd feel more comfortable knowing there's a sure thing if I need the favor." She's being quite practical, really, and meets serious gaze with one of her own. "If V'ret's head won't explode and I end up getting to the end of Evy's first turn and still need it, you'd be willing to walk me through it?" Probably, it would be more fun that Lys is currently making it sound. "Interestin'," Jo remarks on them not being exclusive. "Smart. Ya both'll likely wanna fuck as many folks as possible. Not that I should be encouragin' that." There's a considerable pause before the wingsecond finally nods and says, "If that woman of yers declines," she gives in. "If she does, let me know. If I don' hear from ya, then I'll know ya got it taken care of." As for walking her through it, there's a low chuckle as she replaces the clippers with a water container for her plant as she says, "Sure, darlin'. I could walk ya through it. The basics, 'least, for girls that prefer men over women." "Maybe him," Lys rolls her shoulders in a little uncaring shrug. A little lie of a shrug. It's a well-told lie, anyway. "I'd be content with just the two, particularly as I'm still just sorting all of this," a gesture indicates that which resides below the belt and above the knees, "out for myself." There's a little blush, but just a little one. "I can't say which I prefer. Men or women. I've only tried the one," obviously, "but I'm looking forward," the words are said with just a small smile, "to trying the other." At least she's fairly matter of fact about that. It's almost an afterthought to add, "There are more women I think are beautiful than men I think are handsome in a way I like, if that counts for anything." She's genuinely unsure if it does. "Could be ya both, or not at all," Jo muses with a shrug. "Some say dragons change things. I think they only bring out what's been there all along. Ya weyrlins' will find yer way, whatever ya'll prefer. Should be fun findin' out though." On Lys' last, there's a chuckle before she states, "Mmmm, well. I'm one of those that loves both. Somethin' 'bout men that I can't just give up. Same said of women. Ain' nothin' wrong with not havin' to choose, darlin'. Ya just like what ya like. It'll make more sense once ya had both." "I'd imagine," of it making more sense once she's partaken of pleasure on both sides. Lys has a wry smile for Jo for that, for the choice of word, 'imagine,' a suggestive little lift of her brow to complete the look. Still, it becomes a milder smile quickly, "I'll let you know. Thanks, Jo." That last is pretty genuine, obviously some worry taken from her knowing that there's a solid option. "Evy wants an oiling before bed. Muscles sore so I'd better get back to her." Another smile and she's turning to go, whatever she might've come for originally either forgotten or not important enough to delay the green's TLC. Returning to her plant, "Keep me posted," Jo says to that, returning the grin. "See ya around, weyrlin'." Then Lys is heading out and the wingsecond is sticking around until her plant is tended to for her to eventually head out herself. |
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