Logs:BFF/Wingman
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| RL Date: 14 July, 2016 |
| Who: Lys, J'nason |
| Type: Log |
| What: J'nason is lost, but Lys sets him straight in this new place. |
| Where: Central Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
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| The stores are quiet with dinner in full swing in the living cavern. Not much of the noise that comes with such an affair makes it through the bustling kitchens and into the stores, but some does, providing a little background that might hide the shuffle of steps as Lys peruses the stores, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her slightly oversized flight jacket. Her path is meandering through the shelves, without apparent destination or much interest in the items she passes. Perhaps this just a way to pass the time away from the crowd. "Hum." J'nason stops in the doorway to the stores, running a hand through his hair and leaving it tousled like he just walked through a windstorm. Blue eyes travel across the stacks. "This was not where I meant to end up. Well. Never a loss without a gain, some soap maybe..." And purposefully he'll step into the shelves as if this was exactly where he meant to be the whole time. "Do you always talk to yourself?" might count as a pleasant opening remark given the reputation of 'Reaches women for being frigid. Lys comes round the end of the shelf as J'nason moves into them, stopping short to keep an arm's length between them. "Sometimes!" J'nason turns a bright smile onto the woman, turning himself to lean against the stores. Never mind that he has no idea who she is, his smile is one of easy friendship mixed in with a little come-hither. "Helps pass the time." Lys eyes him. There's so much to see: the smile, the blond, the-- crazy? That seems to be what she's trying to sort out. "Dragonrider?" might be more for confirmation than out of uncertainty. It comes with an inquisitive eyebrow while the rest of her expression suggests that his easy friendship hasn't hit its mark and the come-hither has gone a little wide.
"Decided to-" Lys stops, tone something closer to aghast than simply disbelieving. Her whole expression stops. She wrinkles up her nose and eyes him all over again. "Tell me you're visiting," is a kind of pleading, if not the kind he might hope to get from a pretty blonde. J'nason probably shouldn't laugh, except he totally does, that grin on his face growing. "Nope, Gonna be staying for a while. You look like I'm replacing your best friend or something," Pushing himself up from the shelves J'nason turns his attention to the shelves and his search for soap. "But I promise you, I'll only add to your little weyr. J'nason - Jason if you prefer." The former Istan offers up his name. For that laughter and the words that follow, Lys has a very put-upon sigh. "Are you replacing my best friend?" She inquires with lifted brows. "I do tend to befriend the crazy ones," and she seems to have decided that he qualifies for that description, but not without another considering glance. "I also have a vacancy, for best friend." He gets a longer look as she steps up beside him. "What are you looking for?" Maybe she'll even help, if they might be friends. Reaching upwards Jason picks up jars and baskets then sets them down again. A flick of a gaze sideways at Lys holds a grin FULL of mischief. "I'm not a bad friend to have, and if the vacancy is open...." Jason will totally slip right in there. "Figured if I got turned around then it would be best to find some soap while I'm here." "Soap is a priceless commodity." Lys returns to the blond searcher with gravity, though if he's keen he might detect the humor under her tone. "I can't abide smelly friends," is intoned haughtily but then she slips him a sidelong glance and a slight grin. "Did you luck out and get one of the weyrs with a private bath?" J'nason will just be happy he is totally clean except for a faint smell of sea-salt and sunshine. "Well, I'll just put that in my list of things to keep in mind as the best friend of....." He pauses dramatically for her to insert her name, "Nah, two levels which isn't bad. Hephaisth is settling in just fine flexible bastard he is." "Lys, but I wouldn't brag about it." The greenrider offers the advice with a smirk. "Evyth's rider, with Equinox. Do you have a wing yet, Jason?" She gives the shelves a thoughtful look, "Two levels is nothing to sneeze at," she decides after a moment. "Maybe I'll get you a welcome gift. Cheap whiskey?" She inquires his tastes with a tilt of her head. Now that the name of his partner in crime has been uttered, a soft, warm mind reaches to greet him. With Evyth's touch comes the smell of all manner of delicious things, « Welcome to our home, Hephaisth. » "Lys. Not a bad name." As if Lys needed the blond surfer's opinion on her name. Except they're BFF's now, so maybe it's warrented? Or SOMETHING? "AHA!" J'nason turns from the shelves with a bag of soapsand in his proud possession. "Probably, but it's not Equinox." He won't tell her what it is because the player can't remember for the life of her what it is. "How about I, your new best friend, just have you show me where the good whiskey is?" Those delicious smells bang up against the acrid tang of the forge, Hephaisth's vocie a low rumble. « Aye, well. It is. That idiot rider of mine got us stuck here. » (He's like a grumpy old man.) "It's a perfect name," Lys returns with a curl of her lips that suggests she can fire him just as fast as she hired him for this best-friend gig should he choose to disagree. "My dragon chose it," at least explains why she might think that. "Do you not like J'nason?" It's a curious query. "I could show you where the good whiskey is. I could even show you where the good whiskey might be gotten a little cheaper than in Snowasis, but the convenience is hard to beat. I would've thought that someone like you," whatever that means, "would've found his way there already." This might have her rethinking his apparent intelligence. It marks Lys as the grumpier of the green pair, to be sure, since Evyth seems to be sugar and spice and all things nice. She's not unintelligent, though, so the remark from the bronze is taken thoughtfully. « Oh, I'm sorry your relocation wasn't under favorable circumstances. » And she really is. It's sad for him, so it's sad for her on his behalf. « I do hope you'll come to love it. » As she does, but then again, she was shelled here. "Far be it from me to nay-say what your Evyth has named you." J'nason holds up his hands as if showing that he's totally innocent of any offense about her name. Look, she can't get pissed at him TOO badly, right? His shoulder meets the shelves again as he eyes her. "Meh, J'nason's good enough, but I always prefered Jason - even before Hephaisth decided to rename me." Jaynason -- J'nason, it works but.... meh. "Well, best friend, I just arrived so haven't quite sussed out the best holes yet. So I could go wander or you could show me." His teeth are way too white - that's probably on purpose. Hephaisth hrumphs mentally, though the irritation doesn't seem to be directed at the green specifically. « Well. We're here. Make the best of it. » "I suppose I could show you," Lys allows with a little puff of breath, to precede it after she's taken in the rest. "I don't have other plans tonight. Are you going to buy me a drink?" She might show him even if he doesn't, given the way she wiggles her hand to indicate he ought to follow, with his prize. Evyth leaves room for that irritation, doesn't try to fix it or lessen it, but rather offers simply, « If you have need of anything, please don't hesitate to ask. » It's a friendly overture; she's a friendly dragon. "I wouldn't be a gentleman," no one start laughing here okay, "if I didn't at least buy you a drink." The sandsoap gets put into a pocket for use later and he follows the greenrider. He's an easy conversationalist too - so he'll keep it going as best as possible. He'll even NOT put a move on her - for now. BFFs first, okay? Though he WILL absolutely flirt with any other women who come along. He can't help it. And Lys? In her role as newly minted BFF, she plays an excellent wingwoman. |
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