Logs:And it was such a nice lunch...
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| RL Date: 23 February, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Lycinea, Schuyler |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Friends have a nice lunch, with extra snacks by Schuyler, but then it all goes wrong. |
| Where: Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aughan/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Teen dramaz~ |
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>---< Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr(#350RJs) >----------------------------<
Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier
or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them
instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large
enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the
cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters
down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open
space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet,
and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's
offerings.
Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven --
only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they
add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the
centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling
and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end
of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an
array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows
are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed. Toward the end of the lunch rush, many of the tables in the living cavern are emptying as weyrfolk head back to their various tasks. Lycinea is leaning on her elbow at the table she occupies with Farideh, her plate now picked across if not actually emptied. She's been busy the past days, and it's rare now that they get to catch lunch together and most of today's was spent 'discussing' (read: mostly making fun of) the attire from the notables who were in attendance at Crom's gather the evening before. "Oh, hey," is casual as if it simply hadn't occurred to the blonde to say so before, "so I got a new job. I don't think I told you." She's really a very good liar. There's no trace that it was anything more than an oversight. Fork in hand, sitting in her favored cross-legged style, Farideh's picking at her food, having not eaten much at all. Her eyes lift from her plate, utensil stilled, as her brows lift in question. "A new job? You found one you enjoy? What is it? Chasing toddlers around in the snow?" There's amusement there, and not a bit of self-righteousness. She's all ears. Schuyler heads out of the kitchens, whistling to himself. He has a tray of food and a mug of klah. His food tray appears to be rather full. He scans the room and grins when he spots Lycinea and Farideh. Without asking, he hooks a foot around a chair and spins it out so he can sit. "Afternoon." he greets with a smile. Setting down his tray it's clear he either has a weird appetite or he brought things to share. There are a few piles of cookie looking things as well as a few savory looking things, but it hardly looks like a meal. "How are you two lovely ladies doing today?" "I might've liked that. Being with the nannies wasn't so bad, only some of the littles are nasty little shits," Lya makes a face appropriate to the colorful assessment. "But I sort of fell into something better," she hedges, reaching for her mug. Blue-green gaze falls on Schuyler as he joins them, lips tightening just a touch, then more, into a pucker when he calls them lovely. Lycinea sighs and answers, "Fine," as if she might be too familiar with Schuyler's habitual friendliness to think that silence will do her any good at staving it off. The look Farideh gives Schuyler is both nice and harmless. "We're fine, just gossiping. You can join as long as you promise to add to the rumor pile," she warns with a mock-serious glare that dissolves into a bright smile. "Better? What's better? Spill it. I want to hear all about your new, amazing job that's going to put our jobs to shame," spearing a boiled carrot on the end of her fork. Schuyler is equally as familiar with Lya's sour demeanor, which he ignores equally as well. He slides the tray closer to the center of the table so it's within reach of all of them. "Hey, yeah I've been wondering where you went." he grins. "You've been missing out on my experimenting." he points at the tray. "You two should give some of those a try and tell me what you think." he snags one of the savory looking bites and leans back in his chair, eyes on the previously from the kitchen girl. Well, if Farideh's going to play nice, it means Lya can go on being a sourpuss. She rolls her eyes at the dark haired man, though she gives the tray a surreptitious glance, just in case there is anything that might tempt her. A finger twitches, but she doesn't yet reach for the tray. Her eyes go next to Farideh's bright smile, a smile that seems to make Lya uncomfortable, pale cheeks taking on a blush before she's even said anything. "I'm sort of, like, being Weyrwoman Irianke's assistant." There, she said it. Are they done? She reaches for one of the items on the tray and bites into it, "Good," she'll grudgingly allow because saying nothing doesn't help her distract from the topic. None of the treats pull Farideh's eye, but Lycinea's statement does make her eyes narrow and her voice take on a sharp quality. "You? You're-- Irianke's assistant? You think you can handle that?" It's not a well-meaning statement, that's for sure; there may even be some underlying jealousy, if the blonde can pick up on it. "But, congrats, I suppose. It's definitely a step up the ladder from dishwasher." Schuyler grins at Lycinea's response regarding what she tried, satisfied to have gotten an answer out of her. Her reply about what she's doing though has a raised eyebrow. "For real? Nice job!" he at least is genuinely happy for. "And you like it?" he wants to confirm. The color in Lycinea's cheeks isn't embarrassment, not really. Her gaze locks on Farideh's face. "Yes, in fact. It turns out I'm quite capable when I want to be," which might have been news to the kitchen staff, only she did prove it for some unnervingly melancholy months after the tragic Tillek storm over a turn ago. Now Schuyler can be the treated to a more-brilliant-than-at-all-necessary smile (thank Farideh) and "Yes, very much," in an effusive tone. She glances back to Farideh, "She says she hopes you'll visit her," now her tone suggests she can't imagine why. The indignant sound Farideh makes is directly related to Lycinea's statement about Irianke wanting her to pay a visit. "You didn't, Lya." She slams her fork down and glares angrily at the other girl from across the table. "Oh, you, stupid little girl." And that's when she stands and pushes her chair back. "You've done it now. I hope you're happy with yourself," just before she turns and stomps away. Schuyler is startled by Farideh's abrupt exit and h turns a raised eyebrow to the other girl. "So... what exactly was that all about?" he wants to know. He casually grabs c something else from his tray, readjusting it now that there are only two of them. Very, very briefly, Lycinea looks pleased by sending Farideh off in a huff. It only takes one drawn breath for her to look contrite though, and then sigh, long-sufferingly. "She always stomps away like that when I don't..." She trails off without completing the thought, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the matter. By way of explanation, she shrugs her shoulders at Schuyler. "Farideh is high maintenance," she says like a totally good friend would, right? She bites again at the thing she picked up. "These really are good." That's almost apologetic, perhaps for bringing him into the drama of teen girls. Schuyler looks in the direction Farideh stomped off in for a moment before turning his smile on Lycinea. "Not bad, huh? I talked to Azaylia and she said she'd let me run a bake off. We're looking for recipes that don't need flour, you know because of the shortage. We thought a little friendly competition might drum up some good recipes. These are a few of my experiments." he explains. "A bake off," Lycinea repeats with a lightly furrowed brow. "Will the food be free?" This is pretty important when it comes to food. Speaking of free food, she reaches out to pick up another item from the tray, something else this time. This time the first bite results in a wrinkle of her nose. Apparently she doesn't fancy that one as much as the last. Schuyler chuckles at the wrinkled nose. "Not that one then, huh?" he takes one for himself just to see. "I'm still working out the details on that. If we just say it's free food we might not have enough, but I hate to charge people and have that leave folks out." he seems genuinely torn about the decision. "Do you have any thoughts on that?" he asks. "Too much cinnamon," Lya hazards, "I think." But then, she's not the expert here. She puts the rest of it on her plate that still has the remnants of her lunch. "I dunno," she says after a moment. "I know I can't afford anything. So I guess it depends on if you're making it a bake off for the Haves, the Have Nots or everyone. Probably depends on where the supplies come from, too. If they're from the stores, one might reason everyone has a right. If they're specially brought in... well, then it makes more sense to charge." She contemplates it without taking another from the tray. Schuyler ahhs softly and turns the plate. "Try that one then." he points. "Well, I'd like it to be things from the stores. Ingredients we'll be able get easily..." he hmms. "Maybe everyone could get a certain number of tokens, they can try until their tokens are gone...?" "That sounds like a fair way to do it," Lycinea answers, but only after the moment she has to take to give Schuyler a look that she probably hopes will remind him how very much she dislikes being told what to do. Even when the instruction is as simple as 'try that one.' "I'm full." She says of the last one. "You'll have to find someone else to be your taste-tester." She doesn't look like she's about to go anywhere, she's just going to studiously ignore the tray now. Schuyler chuckles. "Suit yourself." he takes a bite of the one he has in his hand, contemplating the taste. "I think you're tasting the nutmeg more than the cinnamon. Some people think it has a bitter aftertaste." he surmises. "I think that works be a good idea... and maybe each dish has its own token... given our randomly so they all get tried..." there he goes brainstorming out loud again. Lycinea rolls her shoulders at his correction. "Sure, if that's what you think," it's only natural for her to sound dubious; she might not even genuinely doubt him, but it's her habit to make people doubt themselves, not unlike a certain brunette friend of hers. "You could offer prizes too. Like, a drawing from the tokens. Give someone a cake or something." Because cakes totally don't usually take flour. Schuyler probably knows that Lya knows exactly what she's saying, playing dumb, given their long acquaintance but that doesn't stop her from doing it anyway. Schuyler hmms, ignoring her confrontational passive aggressive comments as if he's used to them, which he likely is. "Not a bad idea... or maybe they get a whole version of the recipe they liked best." totally intentionally ignoring her cake-made-with-flour reference, who knows maybe someone will make a flourless cake. Somehow, someway, despite all the bluster and fire, Farideh makes her way back to the pair, marching in, knees high, with that same angry expression contorting her face. "And another thing--" she interrupts unapologetically, pointing a finger at Lycinea, "I've never once told anyone any of your secrets, but you seems more than happy to spill business that isn't yours." Her hands ball into fists, which she rests on her hips, as she glares. "I don't know if I can keep you as a friend if I can't even trust you to keep the one thing a secret." "That sounds-" Lycinea had started to Schuyler just as Farideh arrives with her interruption. Lya adopts a coolly challenging expression in the face of whatever the other girl is about to say. "It's a secret that you're my best friend?" She gives the brunette a bored expression. All this bluster is just so dull. Schulyer and his bake off is all but forgotten for the moment, alas! Schuyler glances between the two girls and pushes his seat back. "Uh... you know, I should be getting back to the kitchen... break's over." Sure it is. He grabs the tray and his mug and backs up a few steps before turning and swiftly making his way back to the kitchens, a quick glance over his shoulder before he goes through the doors earns an eyeroll and then he's gone. "You know what I'm talking about. Why would you tell her I'm here? I was going to do it myself, but you went and ruined everything--" Farideh says, flinging out one of her arms, to encompass the whole cavern. Lycinea isn't having any of it. Her voice tells Farideh just how exasperating she is when she says, "She asked me who I was with during the flight, and I said you. What was I supposed to say? She'd just had crazy dragon sex with H'vier? Was I supposed to say I was possessed and smooched him? So I told her I had non-sexual sleep-over with you, my best friend." Idiot. And nothing else, she pretends. "Why would it matter if I told her you are my best-friend? You are, aren't you?" Maybe Lya can turn this into a different fight if Farideh is so determined to have one. Her look is reproachful now. How dare Farideh suggest otherwise! An unpleasant laugh leaves the brunette's lips, her eyes cutting aside at Lycinea. "You could have told her anything. Anything. You could have said you took a nap the whole fucking time or had tea in pink dresses with Lord Aughan. You didn't have to give her my name." Farideh leans down, palms flat on the table, and stares the other girl straight in the eyes; serious business is super srs. "You do realize that she might think she has a responsibility to send me back, right? And what, then? Will you come visit me, squire me at gathers, and we'll live happily ever after?" Her expression is full of disgust. Lya's hands slap the table, making her lunch dish jump, as she pushes onto her feet to lean on them, staring the other girl down with just the same level of intensity. "You do realize," she mimics Farideh's words, "that you are one of the most self-centered, egotistical, ridiculous people that I've ever met and if she did send you back, I'd be more likely to step on your skirt than squire for your entitled ass." It might be a small blessing that she keeps her voice low. "And you seriously underestimate her. I'm not going to lie to her for you. This is the first good thing to ever happen to me, Farideh, and if you ruin it for me, I swear by the First Egg, I will go find your father and talk with him personally about an appropriately old and wrinkled Holdblood to keep you busy for the rest of your days." Holdblood is a dirty word. Carefully, Farideh pushes back from the table and regards Lycinea sourly. "I see," is her first response, strangely calm. "I'm glad to know you feel this way. I can put aside any feelings I had for you without remorse. May you enjoy your tenure as someone's 'come here' girl," accompanied by those kiss-kiss sounds people make when they're calling an animal to heel. She's keeping her face carefully blank, deigning just enough to quirk her lips in a condescending smile and offer a nod of her head in farewell, before she's turning on her heel and leaving back the way she came. Lycinea will not cry. At least not here, where people can see her. Maybe she'll go do it on Irianke's chaise lounge? No, that would be unprofessional. Farideh can thank Lycinea's apparent love of her new job for that much reprieve. Lya will rise from her seat, pick up her plate and exit toward the bowl, depositing the plate in a bin along her way, head held high. |
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Edyis (06:21, 24 February 2015 (EST)) said...
Teenagers.... oh wait. >.>
This was rather fun to read you guys.
Azaylia (17:26, 24 February 2015 (EST)) said...
o.o Goodness! That got a little cut throat in the best way. <3
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