Logs:BroMancing the Stone
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| RL Date: 7 September, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Jo, Ilicaeth, Tacuseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida brings dinner; she and Jo share more than food, while Ilicaeth and Tacuseth re-affirm their bromance. |
| Where: HRW: Jo's Hideout weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 10, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A cool, partly cloudy autumn evening. |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, N'rek/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
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| Since Roszadyth's flight, Tacuseth's shadow hasn't been seen all that much in the Weyr. Some days show his ledge empty all the way through, only to arrive late into the night. This is one of those nights, the blue a calm and stony sentinel on his ledge with the curtain only drawn back enough to let some moonlight in. Jo must be somewhere within. Dinnertime sees most Weyrfolk making for the living cavern, the typical hours of mass exodus from private weyrs and other places to the massive cavern a predictable pattern. Alida usually tries *not* to fall into too many predictable patterns, given how dangerous those can become. This night, instead of eating earlier or later than the rush, she's instead having Ilicaeth politely 'knock' upon Tacuseth's mental door in a brisk, genial swirl of mica-sparkled sand and dust with, « Tac; Jo eat dinner yet? » No matter if she has or not, « 'lida'd like ta hang out fer awhile. She'll bring dinner. » Does the elder blue want company from his buddy? is unspoken, but felt. « She hasn' eaten, » Tacuseth relates, the blue already shifting to the side as if anticipating his arrival. His shadows are subdued, thin, but they're present nonetheless. « Yer welcome to come, » he offers then along with room on his ledge. « I'll let her know. » Indeed, there's likely an open bottle waiting on Alida when she arrives in the weyr, on the table. Tacuseth... subdued, 'thin?' Ilicaeth - like his rider - is a fellow guard, and the difference draws his attention like flame would a moth. « We're on our way... » The burly blue's curiosity (and any further inquires) are withheld until he's backwinging to a landing upon Tacuseth's ledge, the younger dragon offering a crooked leg to his rider so she can much more carefully make her way down from his neck to the rock...Alida holding a lidded pot of something that smells good, two satchels full of other things crossed over her shoulders. "Eyy, Tac..." is noted to the bigger blue, along with a brisk smile and a nod before the blonde passes inside without further word, Ilicaeth then making himself comfortable beside his bestest buddy...even offering him an easy nudge-bump of near shoulder. « Whazzup, brother? » It's not a casual question, and the faster whirl of calm, faceted blue eyes silently tells of Ilicaeth's focus. Inside, Alida's lugging her burdens over towards wherever Jo might have some open, flat space, and flashing a grin to her bud. "Wherry stew, plus all the fixins, toots." Beat. "Thanks fer havin' me. Us." Even if Ilicaeth isn't eating with them. The blue isn't his usual robust and bold self, but his greeting and invitation is as warm as the desert sands. He dips his head down toward Alida uncharacteristically when she dismounts, then turns towards his best dragon friend as she goes inside. Inside, Jo is there at the table, a bottle opened with two cups before her. She's found staring at the bottle, seeming lost in her thoughts until Alida's voice cuts her gaze up her way. Her composure returns in that instant - the slump of her body straightens and her lopsided grin seems to betray nothing at all. "Always thinkin' of me," is her fond greeting, albeit a bit hollow as she gets to her feet. "I can always eat." « Been a rough time, brother, » Tacuseth answers behind her. His tiredness at it all is apparent. « Good to see you, though. A lot been going on. » Blink. Yes, Tacuseth doesn't usually show his greetings in such a fashion, and Alida's left to peer up at him for a couple of moments before her momentum forward insists she concentrate more intently on stepping deeper into Jo's part of the weyr. Perhaps unfortunately for Jo, the blonde still retains her hawkish ability to assess others, those often-cool green eyes noting that moment of 'shifting' from one mood to another in the other bluerider, her ears then taking in that small echo of hollowness. "You should be so lucky...'r freaked-out..." Alida comments to her friend's first observance as she sets up their upcoming dinner - stew pot, a small loaf of wrapped up corn bread, a little crock of butter along with another of something that smells like molten caramel, plus a handful of fresh redfruits - a tiny autumnal feast for the pair of humans. "Couple uv' favors I called in from the kitchen... I got all this stuff fresh from the pots an' such this mornin'." Grin. Outside, Ilicaeth leans a little into his brother blue, seeks to curve his neck along Tac's shoulders in a draconic curl of 'arm over shoulders.' He's here, buddy. « What's goin' on, brother? » He's concerned, open, willing to share, whatever it is... the younger blue's innate 'solidity' rising up like sustaining granite beneath Tacuseth, bolstering, grounding, supporting...warming him with deep geological processes. Rubbing her bare arms and dressed in but her tank top and woven gray pants, "Yer plannin' on poisonin' me or somethin'?" Jo teases with some levels of brashness, giving her and her pot a look. She's looking over that whole spread with a look of approval before she comments, "All this, huh? Just what I need, darlin'. Ya know food's one of the ways to get me to put out." She must be teasing, and there's not much of the usual heat that such crass teasing comes with, but it's there. Out on the ledge, Ilicaeth gets a thickening of shadows about his mind before Tacuseth sends back, « Much. Too much. Greenfields. Flights.....A Friend of hers. Can't give much, » but, perhaps there's some that he can. "If I poisoned anyone, I wouldn' be so damned forthright about it..." Alida notes around a sassy smirk and flash of green eyes, the blonde 'allowing' Jo to keep her secrets...for the moment. "I think we both know how good it c'n be when people owe us a favor 'r two." Indeed. As the younger woman moves about to set up bowls, utensils, some old, but servicable cloth napkins, she continues her (perhaps unusual) chit-chat with, "I gotta find some kind uv' acceptable dick in this Faranth-forsaken Weyr. Gettin' a little tired uv' havin' ta Between somewhere else an' search out my bit uv' tail...an' half the time findin' 'im at work 'r not in the mood 'r what-the-fuck ever." Snort. Out on the ledge, Ilicaeth's golden sands tinge down some to grey-golden, bob as he nods in simple empathy with his brother blue. « Yeah... Greenfields... Queens. » Neither of whom are Hraedhyth or Iesaryth. Sigh. He misses them. « Edyis? » Instant concern, given that Ed is also Alida's friend. There's a snicker on the first as Jo drops down and reclaims her seat. "Favors're the name of the game," she says it like it's rehearsed as she nods. Either Jo is suspicious of the type of chit-chat or she's hiding really well, going along with it when Alida mentions about flights. She shrugs to that as she reaches over to pour herself a drink as she says, "Surprised ya haven'," she notes, a touch wry. "The dick here ain' bad like ya think. Does it have to be always male? Is that what happened durin' those flights?" Yeah, Alida knows which flights she's talking about. « Not her, » Tacuseth answers on Edyis. On friends. « Someone else isn' well, » he seems he feels he can say. « She's worried 'bout'em. I keep her calm. » Keeping her calm must be a fulltime job. Still, there's a mental poke from him as he sends « Tell me what's goin' on your way, » seeking solace in cheerier conversation. "Eat..." is noted briskly while Alida pries off her unlaced boots, kicks them far aside, then seats herself beside Jo. Staying long, are we? Waiting for her 'guest' to serve herself first, the blonde responds with a faint nose-scrunch and a shrug. "I'm not the type ta go on an open search fer it." There's probably enough guys who'd enjoy claiming to have been able to 'screw' Alida, even if they didn't like her. "Too many in this place who seem ta view fuckin' me as some kind uv' conquest." Frozen bitch queen of the North? "No, not always male...but I got..." Hand wave, murmur... is Alida pinkening at the ears a bit? "Women 're easier, fer me ta bed, I guess." Sigh. "Just...gota a preference, 'nuff times...'specially since I'm good in the 'female' department." A puff of air upwards send her bangs drifting likewise up for a moment. "If Ed wasn't so fuckin' ga-ga about that Telgari boy, I might lure 'im over an' tie 'im ta my bedposts." Snert. Outside, Ilicaeth's outer wing relaxes when he hears this is not about Edyis, the stockier blue rumbling soft support of Tacuseth, then obliging him with a lighter turn towards, « Caught me a Spring green down Ierne way a couple days ago. » And she was smart, and sharp, and tough! The thrill of the flight and the 'fight' to earn the right to tangle tails with her is offered to the elder blue, seen from 'caeth's own point-of-view, of course. Though little ichor was spilled in the fast, hard flight, there were many bruises and strains to be had by *everyone*, to some degree or another. Like a badge of honor, the shorter blue shows offers the current, tolerable pains of his own bruises to show to Tacuseth. Watching Alida make herself comfortable, Jo snorts and shakes her head before she grabs a bowl and starts to fill it. While doing so, "Nothin's wrong with the chase," she notes on being seen as a conquest. "Make'em work for it. I don' always myself, but then, I'm usually the one doin' the chasin'. Ya got....?" Yeah, despite that blush, the bluerider is eyeing her in pause. Hearing about N'rek draws open hollow laughter from her along with a sly, "MmHm. That she is. I make a point to tease her 'bout it everytime I see her. I even think she wants him all for herself." The way she says this, the very thought is scandalous. Tacuseth is into the thrill of the chase, and so he's throwing himself into all that Ilicaeth reveals. « Quick and fast, huh? » he sends, amused. « How did yers take it? Do ya visit her? » He dips his head over to look. Mutter-grumble. "*I* don' like the thought uv' bein' seen as *any* guy's fuckin' 'conquest.'" Green eyes narrow slightly, fill with some ugly darkness for a few moments, then jerk up from looking at the wine cup...which Alida now takes up, sips from. After a moment, "NObody's pullin' anymore shit over on me ever again." Ever. Perhaps this is why it was so important the Jo and she come to the understanding that they are equals with one another. As for Edyis and N'rek, "Just hope it ain't one sided. He's apparently been a rider much longer 'n her without any obvious weyrmatin'." Shrug. Soon, the bluie begins to serve herself from their little feast, then tossing in a tidbit from left field with a casual, "So...what's Yesia got ta draw the fierce flame ta her?" Outside, Ilicaeth rumbles a little humor, more pleasure to Tacuseth. « The green's rider's a little thing. Pretty, I guess. » Like he cares about other dragons' riders' looks. « Alida thinks she's kinda attractive. Guess she's got a weyrmate. » Apparently, Alida took it well, given there's no kind of fallout from being caught up in a random, out-of-Weyr flight. Heh. « We talk sometimes. I think she kinda likes me, compared ta other males. » At this, Ilicaeth can't help but puff out his chest a little. "Each their own, love," Jo says, seeming to understand on conquests. "I mean, I can't much talk, with all the conquests I've had. I can see on yer side, though." On N'rek, "He likes her," she answers that far too causually as she starts to eat. "He's one of those loner types. Known him for turns. I think she'd be good for him. He's--" That left field. She doesn't seem to be expecting that question for she nearly chokes on her drink. "What?" « Like Aeaeth, » Tacuseth muses, giving Ilicaeth some encouragement. « My sweets. I try'n see her as much as I can. » « Maybe... » Ilicaeth allows of the potential between him and the Iernean green versus Tacuseth and Aeaeth. He'd not mind having a 'special lady,' even if she's not of his home. Her at 'home' would be so much easier, though. The younger blue didn't really know that Tacuseth was that much attached to Aeaeth, and the idea vaguely amuses him. « How 'bout Jo an' *her*? » 'Her' being shown as a general image of Yesia, instead of her name or a detailed 'picture.' Inside, Alida tries not to smile around her own first spoonful of wherry stew as Jo nearly chokes. "Though this's a big Weyr, not everything c'n escape my eyes an' ears." Damned guard. "Damn that Ed," Jo mumbles with an arched look going towards Alida as she chews. "Y'all gossip like a bunch'a ole' hold aunties," she notes pointedly, as if she doesn't do the same. She swallows what she chews before, "Why? Yer lookin' to bust my ass, too?" she asks, chin dropping as she looks Alida in the eye. « Ain' bad, » Tacuseth speaks on Aeaeth, his shadows twisting slowly. « Things are good when she's around. Like you. » The blue seems to regard the image of Aeaeth's rider, slightly amused as he answers in return, « A work in progress, brother. » Brow-loft. "Edyis never mentioned either uv' yer names." Truth. "Like *yer* any less an Auntie." Truth again. Green eyes lock with browns for a long second before Alida shakes her head almost gravely. "Lookin' ta understand why..." Whatever she might have added on is clipped off, instead addened by a quiet, "I wouldn' be askin'..." Unspoken: If she wasn't Alida's friend. « Good. » is Ilicaeth's granite-like conviction that good for his brother is just... well, GOOD. There's a rather delighted rumble for Tacuseth's thought of finding Ilicaeth's presence enjoyable, and the burly blue lightly abuts his inner shoulder solidly to his elder's own shoulder, leaving it there as a sign of their brotherhood. As for Yesia, « You ain't kiddin'. » Snort! Jo studies Alida as she chews, setting her cup down before there's considerably slight frown. After a pause, "What's she got, huh?" she harks back to that question, looking at her bowl for a moment before swallowing. She steals a glance Alida's way agains before answering, "Besides the bangin' body," because it's Jo, "I like her. I know she's a bitch to everyone," she notes dryly with a look. "I ain' blind. I can see more to her than that, though," she admits with a tentative shrug. "The 'more' I see, I like. I dunno." She sounds awkward, lingering on her drink. "'Sides," she goes on to say, "I feel good bein' 'round her. Try bein' in my head for a few days, darlin'," and there's a dark look going to her wingmate. Turmoil. "It ain' so dark when I'm 'round her. I mean, I tend to be alright 'round folks most don', so...." Tacuseth seems to bask in the bro-love. His shadows soak it all in as he echoes back, « Good. » The butt gets returned, Ilicaeth's amusement with the greenrider getting a whuffle sound. « She made a stone shaped like me, » he lets him know. « She ain' bad. » Alida remains silent while Jo thinks, ruminates aloud, the often dismissive and dismissive woman working to remain open enough to actually listen to, *care* about where her friend is coming from in regard to Yesia...though she can't help but smirk dryly at that 'body' comment. The smirk's followed by a look of small relief when Jo admits to at least one of the greenrider's primary faults, some cornbread fed to her hungry maw as she nods once. When the elder bluie's done speaking, Alida notes with words just as dry as her previous expression, "People like me." Eyeroll. After a few more bites, the blonde give s sudden, long, deep sigh, and affixes her gaze firmly to Jo's. "Okay... I'm gonna do ya a big favor. I'm gonna honestly attempt ta not smack 'er upside the head, cut 'er ta verbal ribbons, 'r otherwise gut 'er outta' hand." A point of an index finger to Jolie shows the reason for this unusual (attempted) forebearance: because *Jo* matters to Alida. "Not sayin' we'll encounter each other much, uv course, but if shit gets deep b'tween you two...well, you know I'll come over now an' then ta hang with ya." And if Yesia's with Jo at those times... Well, there's going to be interaction. There's something there at the back of Alida's voice, however, even if she's being very obviously up-front with Jo as she speaks. « A... » Ilicaeth tries to ponder a stony Tacuseth...makes of those words a huge boulder in the exact shape of Tac. No... that's way too big for a human to make, right? A small stone, then... like the ones in the Lake? In exchange, he tries to imagine a decent picture of what the Iernean green's rider does in her spare time, since she used to be a glass smith. There's a slightly grainy, fuzzy-in-places image of a little mural of various colors of clear glass, made into the images of a wing of dragons massed in the air to fight Thread. « Maybe her's'll make one uv those uv' *me*, someday. » As he's been listening in, now and then, to his rider's interaction with Jo, Ilicaeth adds with a smirk of gusting sands, « Alida wants Jo not ta ferget their friendship's important. » Humans. "Folks like you," Jo agrees wryly with her cup. "She's more normal than us. Gotta admit that. 'N thanks for not knockin' her out. I think she could do with some touch women 'bout her. I doubt she'll fight ya." The thought is laughable, really, but some of that amusement flows away to a small frown that gets covered with her cup before she has her composure again. "She doesn' like me like that," she states that far too casually. Briskly. "She ain' into girls, darlin' so the feelins' ain' mutual. Plus I've fucked up with her. I wouldn' be preparin' parties'n shit anytime soon. Appreciate the sentiment, though....'n for not treatin' me like I'm weird." « More like.... » and Tacuseth sends Ilicaeth a visual of the little stone-shaped dragon with metal wire curled about it. It seems to fit the palm of a human's hand. Looking at the given visual, « She could make a nice one, » he approves, even through Ilicaeth's last involving Alida's friendship with Jo. « She won' forget, brother, » the blue seems to vow. « Girl's worth keepin' around. » There's another, if more minor, eyeroll for Jo's wry addition of Alida, the blonde knowing full well how prickly and stand-offish she can be, though she can't help but adding on, "If bein' purposely shewish, nasty, an' over-reactive is 'normal,' ferGET 'normal.'" Snerk. Ah, and there's another brow arch, this one lofting to the stratosphere at Jo's reaction to Alida's former words of Yesia. "Suuuure..." the younger woman lightly needles her buddy, then letting Jo gush forth her uncharacteristic schpiel about Yesia before she chortles at that 'not weird' addendum. "Not weird, no. Crazy, however..." Snicker. Crazy knows crazy, after all. There's a nice, easy pause as the blonde continues to eat her portion of the bountiful little feast, sip the wine that Jo's generously provided, and it allows all the good 'feelz' to circulate unchecked throughout the weyr...until Alida finally lifts her cup for another pour of wine. "What's the matter, Jo?" is again inquired from left field, 'lida's mien unusually receptive, sober, and non-judgemental. No; she's not going to let that earlier, hollow sounding reply and Jo's slumped-over staring at the bottle they're now drinking from. Ohhh... so *that's* what he meant! Ilicaeth's sands twist and twirl to get the best look at that palm-sized, stone Tacuseth - which the younger blue approves heartily of, of course! - then scour merrily about Tac's arena as his baritone rasps, « That's what 'lida thinks, too. » Of herself *and* Jo. Hahaha! "Ya got yer own bristles, just like me," Jo notes to Alida's comment on Yesia's 'normal'. "'N only crazy can recognize crazy. 'Sides, don' think I didn' notice ya didn' answer my earlier question." There's a look as she finishes her meal. It's all given easily, casually, until Alida brings up the last. That pointed look she was lobbing at her lessens to something unsure, the convict rider looking back to the spread before them on the table. The silence lingers as she chooses to favor her drink over food now, and when she lifts her gaze back at her there's a touch of a self-deprecating smile and a, "Just worried 'bout a friend, darlin'. I ain' much good company these days." As much as she's obviously trying to keep up appearances. Nodding towards her, "This was really nice," she admits on the spread, on her coming by. Her tone is sober. "I needed this." « It's the truth, » Tacuseth sends, sending Ilicaeth in his arena with a warm comfort. « We should hang south in the waters soon. » Head bob. Alida's quills are even pointier than Jo's...and she knows it. There's not a twitch given up to not answering Jo's former question, the blonde continuing to eat, drink, listen and look...even when her friend continues to keep up much of her own mask of coping with this other friend's apparent difficulties. "Yer good enough fer me..." is noted low, somewhat intensely, the fairer-skinned female suddenly 'trading' (and confessing) up to Jo, "Okay; I'm answerin' *now*: I got enough womenfolk I enjoy curlin' up in the sheets with here." Cue a point to the ground. High Reaches. Her next admission sounds so dark, so frustrated (and not sexually), so full of mixed feelings that outside, Ilicaeth's head rears back for a moment, his eyes swirling with cacopahnic whirl of various colors before he re-steadies himself and his lifemate. "Where's the *decent* guys on this fuckin' world? The one's *worth* gettin' ta know, lettin' inta yer bed, yer..." She cuts herself off quickly. "I ain't lookin' fer a weyrmate...but *shit*, Jolie! They're just..." Eyeroll, head-shake. Whatever answer comes (or doesn't), Alida's finally nodding at the thanks for the dinner she brought, and sighing out a low, "I got eyes, ears, woman. I c'n see somethin's weighin' really heavy on ya." One hand lifts her her cup, moves to try and grasp at Jo's lower forearm for a sound, non-painful squeeze. "My ledge ain't far, an' neither's Ilicaeth." « We *will*... » promises the younger blue, his eyes once more slowing down and returning to a bright azure. « If you 'r Jo ever need ta talk, 'r just hang out... » The offer is firm and uncomplicated: they're both here for their buddies: in a heartbeat. Jo's watching the blonde with intent, and so when Alida confesses, that look intensifies. "Lil' ole criminally-inclined me, huh?" she muses low, not teasing her. There's another pause before she states, simply, "Good." Her studying gaze lingers on the bluerider's eyes and her lips before she nods and continues. "Good. As for the men of this world, depends on what yer lookin' for, darlin'. I mean, I dunno many decent ones," she admits a bit sheepishly. "Rek's pro'bly the closest one to that that I know." She nods with a slow grin when Alida grabs her forearm, moving to drape a hand over hers as she says, "Wish I could tell it," she admits, shaking her head. "I'll be alright. I'll be good. Let's go to the Poison bar soon, hm? Distraction's all I need. I don' wanna think about it." « We'll come, » Tacuseth promises right behind her, sending his sentiments towards his bromance partner. « This...helped. Thanks. » Nod. "Lil' ole' whatever-it-is you." A small lift of her mug to Jo is followed by a very soft, nearly whispered, "Greenfields." Green eyes meet browns unflinchingly, but seem to hold nothing of rancor or heat. There's a small headshake, a sigh... and a dawning expression of small frustration on the bluerider's face. It didn't work anyway. "*Lots* uv' investigations goin' on over that...not all uv' 'em Hold based." And, with that chapter of this little novelette 'done,' Alida seems to fluidly move on to another with, "I dunno *what* the fuck I'm lookin' for, half the time." More eyerolling. "Fuck it." She's had it with the males of her species, at least for now. An understanding pair of head bobs is the guard's response for Jo's wishing she could speak of this friend, another but much more firm and decisive nod given to word of this bar 'lida's never been to. "We'll do it *soon*, okay? Maybe bust a few heads along the way." Just to clear both their minds for a bit. And then...there's a slightly-bristly, yet partially shy request from the blonde, so it comes out sounding a mix of vaguely surly and cocky-pushy: "You like gettin' close without the sex?" If so, Alida's taking up her drink, trying to clasp Jo's hand as she stands and moves them towards the couch that occupies this weyr. « I like sunnin' my belly... » Ilicaeth notes of being south, the growing crispness of their now-autumn home inspiring a sudden urge for heat and sunlight in the blue. « Always, brother. » Chuff. Jo's gaze doesn't waver when Greenfields is nearly whispered. If anything, there's a lift of her chin in a slight challenge. "Gonna be interestin', seein' what they find," is her response to those investigations. There's no inflection in her voice, curious. After a lingering pause, "Figure it out." To what Alida's looking for, her wingmate friend is offering. "Don' fuck it up like I may have. Soon. We'll make a bar trip outta it." The notion of future plans seems to put her in a better mood, and so when Alida does offer with such concealed shyness, there's a low chuckle for her as she lets her hand be taken. Getting up after her, all she answers in response to that is a challenging, "Show me." To Ilicaeth, Tacuseth couldn't agree more. |
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Edyis (10:15, 8 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
We are a bunch of gossipy aunties. At least when any of us are around each other. Geesh.
I always love these interactions, you get to see a little bit more under the armored shells, a touch more of that bit of humanity.
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