Logs:Blowing Goats
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| RL Date: 19 September, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, Alida, D'medor |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida makes friends, Edyis wins a bet and a Fortian gets a clever new insult. |
| Where: Riders Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
| It's another post-sweeps evening, and Alida and Edyis can be found hanging out at the bar, the bluerider's back to the padded thing as she sips a whiskey sour, chomps on some pretzels, and generally relaxes, warms back up. On occasion, the palest-blonde murmurs something over the din of the crowd to the darker woman beside her, though 'lida's green eyes remain alert for what's beyond them.
Edyis herself looks to be on her second or third glass of a particularly good cider, divided between murmuring to Alida and occasionally nibbling at a pretzel. "It reminds me of how big Reaches really is to see how people can pack this place and the Snowasis." She comments offhandedly. Alida whispers "Gotta get summa' that stuff, myself, sounds like..." Alida's only on her second 'sour, but it's more potent than Ed's cider, so she's pacing herself. Don't wanna get drunk tonight, even if she does have a higher tolerance. There's a simple nod for word of the grandiosity of the Weyr, the bluerider inclining one shoulderblade lightly against the bar while she cogitates, then murmurs almost casually to the scribe, "Knew ya'd enjoy Jo." Smirkie. "Practically everybody does." As opposed to herself. It's unlikely D'medor's entrance will be particularly noteworthy given the crowd and clamor of the place, which is probably for the best given how he's barely made it halfway across the room and he's tripping over some irregularity in the floor, nearly taking down a greenrider as he catches himself against her shoulder. Skin reddening, the Fortian fumbles through an order at the bar and then leans gratefully against the nearest vertical surface to sip his drink and size up the place in (relative) peace. Master of suaven he is decidedly not. "She seems like the kind of trouble that promises endless entertainment." The young scribe agrees of the Glacier rider. "Really I should spend less time in dusty records rooms and more time socializing, you aren't bad company yourself you know. Once you get past the monosyllabic responses." And while the entrance might not be noticed, the near takedown of a greenrider is, causing the scribe to smirk, and murmur to her compatriot. Edyis whisper "Sixteenth mark says he was making a badly aimed move. I don't recognize him though." to Alida. "On the nose..." Alida can't help but riposte around a quick, flashing grin over to Edyis of Jo, the woman then shaking her head in continued decent humor, then noting low to the scribe, "Fer now I am." Honestly, the younger woman hasn't seen the bluerider much outside of their excursions. Shrug. She has her moods and her reasons. "I don't make pals easy...nor do I wanna be bothered ta'." There she goes, being brutally honest, again. Given her habits and avocation, the Glacier rider does indeed notice the comings (and goings) of many about her, and D'medor's entrance is one of them, clear green eyes focusing on the newcomer with sharp curiosity, then rolling slightly as he stumbles over that greenrider. Aside to Ed, there's yet another murmur, the sound of it low enough to escape the Fortian's hearing as he bellies up to the bar quite near them, as it's the only spot open, really. Maybe it's Alida's 'charming' presence that tends to keep enough regular folk away from her region, even though she seems equitable enough, right now. For now, all she'll do is study mister lanky over there from under the cover of long, pale lashes that do a good job of covering up said stare. Alida whispers "Not so sure... look at that blush. *pause* Yer on. I bet 'e's just a fuck-up." Perhaps it's that he's a little paranoid about being gaining undue attention after his little stunt, or perhapd D'medor is simply sensitive to being stared at, but the Alida's gaze begins to draw his attention like an itch that won't go away. First the tingling awareness causing him to shift uncomfortably in his position, then the furtive glances around the crows, and finally he's turning to face the bluerider, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Um, is there something you wanted?" Edyis regards the former guard's words with bright laughter, "That may well be, but I'm stubborn enough to make it a moot point." It is with a wry smile that Edyis gives the green eyed woman a resolute nod, "You know, there are easier ways of getting someone's attention than knocking them over." She calls to the bronze rider; her gaze at the man is not so veiled. Lips parting as she takes another drink of her cider, finally noting the knot at his shoulder. "What brings a Fortian bronze to play in the snow and ice of Reaches?" Some people have a 'stare detector' and some don't. Alida has it, and apparently so does D'medor. "No..." the bluerider murmurs in her clipped, mile-a-second, harder-accented alto to the Fortian, then allowing Edyis to take over the 'conversation,' such as it is. While she continues to sip her drink, the blonde listens intently to the words scribe and bronzerider share, those incisive greens scraping slowly all about them, in the mean time.
"It does attract attention." Smirking, Edyis' dark eyes shift to the pale blonde, her smirk growing wider incredibly smug , flipping her braid over her shoulder absently. "Still doesn't answer my question, -" she leaves air in the conversation purposefully expecting some sort of introduction. Edyis whisper "Easy marks." to Alida. Unsophisticated... Yeah, whatever. That's what Alida's unaffected, bland peer at the Fortian says, the bluie rolling her eyes a little at D'medor's riposte to Edyis, then commenting aside to his inquiry, "As opposed ta' trippin' over them?" She certainly makes herself difficult to like, much less interact with. In response to Ed's first words to D'medor, the bluerider inquires suddenly and very bluntly of the Fortian, "Why didn' ya just introduce yerself 'r try fer the ass-grab?" She sounds just a tetch irritated, the blonde sighing then as she fishes in one of her belt pouches, extracts a coin, and palms it over to the scribe. Piss off. "Maybe I came here specifically /for/ her," D'medor jokes, canting his head in the general direction of the unforunate greenrider, and still obstinately not answering the real question. "Int'resting approach, that, and I'm sure it's worked many a time for you, but don't you find it a tad...obvious? Maybe you can get away with ass grabs as a...lady, but I'm not really in a mood to be slapped tonight." Though he could well be risking it if he persists in continuing this apparently unwanted conversation. "He has a point, I'm not personally prone to violence but I'd deck the bastard that tried that move without invitation." She grins, unable to hide her mild amusement at Alida's reaction, deftly putting the coin into the pouch hanging at her own belt. "Come on, what's your name? Won't you even answer that?" Downing her cider. "And maybe ya' blow goats, as well..." Alida notes in her own flat riposte to D'medor, his obstinacy making the cop in her a little aggravated. As to the Fortian's own response, "Guess it ain't a new move fer a blue-balled bronzer..." Shrug, sip. Perhaps Edyis can now see why so many others don't care for the bluerider's usual company. The scribe receives only a mild wave-off at first, then a low, "Could be he's got somethin' ta prove by bein' contrary." Her drink's suddenly downed in full, the biting whiskey making the blonde squint for a moment before she factors in, "Don' bother..." to Ed. "Just a waste." D'medor? No matter, "If ya want down from me, y'd better come along now." For the woman's shrugging into her riding jacket, and starting to move by the Fortian. "I suppose you're harmless enough," D'medor replies returning Edyis's grin, "I'm not so sure about her, though," he adds, quirking a brow in the direction of the bluerider. He's about to open his mouth to maybe reveal such fantastic secrets as his name, maybe even his dragon's if she's lucky, but cuts himself off at the outburst of this most fascinating imagery. "Are all Reachian riders like that?" is his muttered response, half to himself, as they take their leave. "Perhaps next time," is offered to Edyis in parting, and then he's claiming their vacated spot with a perplexed shake of his head. "Blowing goats, is it?" |
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