Logs:Loosening Up
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| RL Date: 24 June, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo chats up Alida about wings, current events, and getting laid - in a roundabout way. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| It's post-dinner for the masses at the Weyr, and as one of those people who's finished with her meal, Alida's found within the Snowasis tonight, the blonde having let her hair down, quite literally, and nursing a whiskey-sour. She's positioned at the back of the place, her table for two's chair tucked against the back wall so that she can both relax and observe. Jo enters the place with all her riding gear on - save for her helmet and goggles, which are currently dangling from one hand. She hits up the counter first, getting something to drink, then talks up her wingmates - obviously Glacier in their attire and demeanor - before she turns and approaches Alida's table. It's almost as if she knew the blonde was there from the moment she first walked in, for there's not much greeting from her as she drops into the vacant seat without preamble. Downing half of her drink, "Thought ya'd be scopin' at the brothel I took ya to instead," she seems to tease. Or, it could be a greeting. She seems to accept Jo's sudden presence and words quite easily, Alida's eyes having already found the other bluie as she'd paced closer. After a small sip of her drink, the faintly smirking blonde with the light bruise upon her forehead murmurs across the table, "Been t'another place earlier." 'Been there, done that' lies just below her tone. "At least fer the moment, home's the safest place fer drinkin' alone." A small twist of her lips follows that snippet, addended by a casual, "Y'always check in with yer wingmates?" Since Jo's rather persona non-grata at the Weyr-proper, often enough. Setting her drink down with a look going straight to that bruise, "Oh yeah? What's that?" Jo puts forth. She doesn't specify, really. That question could easily mean either where this other place is (or what), or what was that on Alida's forehead since she's looking right at it. "Whatcha done now?" That's a tease, definitely. She only drops a fleeting towards the group of Glacier wingriders when Alida brings them up, raising a brow at her. "Define 'check-in'," is what she says to that. It's much easier for Alida to take her companion's words as being directed at her head, since the other option would open up a bigger can of worms. "Let's just leave it at an unfortunate meeting uv my head with somethin' just a little less hard." Grin, sip. "Done?" One hand's finger arch up some and are brought to a light rest upon her chest for a moment. Moi? Bat-bat go those long eyelashes. Snerk. "Y'know; greet 'em. Say 'hi,' exchange a quick word 'r two ta see how things're hangin'. Keep in the loop." "With a look like that, and a look at that-" and Jo nods towards Alida's forehead, "-somethin' tells me that there's more to the story than just unfortunate meetins', darlin'." She lingers on her drink with her gaze remaining firmly on the weyrling, then should nothing further come, she lets the matter drop. She regards the latter involving her wing with a light shrug, making it appear as though all of those things are non-commital at best. "Gotta let'em know I'm still alive and kickin', ya know," she's breezy in answering. "They may take my lack of presence as a sign. They're a good bunch, overall, so I try to maintain a good level of camaraderie." The last is spoken in a more even tone. "A lot of them were involved in some stuff with the Hold, but I don' hold that against them. Ya do what ya gotta do. Ya'll see, once ya get tapped somewhere." Lips quirk at that. She appears to think for a moment, Alida taking another sip of her 'sour, and then murmurs again to Jo, "Matter uv honor. Taken care uv'." And that's all she'll volunteer, given the somewhat displeased expression that darts across her features for a moment. And then more immediate things are spoken of, and the blonde sinks more-than-willingly into that bit of the conversation. "A sign that yer in extremis...'r that the Weyr finally *has* completely gone Between?" Sip. A pair of nods and a faint spark within clear greens comes at the ex-con's words of Glacier and the Hold, and finally the guard's body lifts away from her laze within chair, her elbows propping arms up at the tabletop. "Got any...ideas where I might wind up?" Smirk. Jo frowns a bit at the cryptic explanation, but she does seem willing to let the matter rest. Nursing her drink for now, even though it's clear she'll be needing a refill very soon, "In extremis?" she echoes for clarification, giving Alida a bemused expression. "As for the Weyr," and she leans back more comfortably, even as the other straightens up, "here I thought ya'd be one of the ones relieved that the Weyr's headin' back into more 'capable' and 'stable' hands, since there's been knots hangin' up ahead." Musing, at best. "A where ya end up? I hope it's Glacier. Ya got what we look for. At least, in my opinion." Looking her over, "I can see ya as a Glacier rider, but, who knows how these things fall. Ya may end up in Boreal, or Avalanche. Where do ya wanna wind up in?" she turns on her. "Yer neck in a noose, ass on a slab, yadda yadda yadda..." Alida smirks softly as she replies to Jo's inquiry. As for the Weyr, indeed... "I guess what I want is the most competent people at the helm...the ones willin' ta do what it takes ta' make this place good again." Shrug. "No more murders, hangins. Less dark secrets 'n backstabbins." A quick sip presages her darkly wry smile and a shake of pale head. "Yeah, I *know*; pie-in-the-sky, ain't it? Still...tis a bit uv' a day dream." A quick moment for her own musing brings out a slightly grumbly, "Unlike *some* people in this Weyr, I don't care what type uv' junk lurks in a leader's pants, nor the color uv' their lifemate." Then they're back to words of Wings again, and 'lida's nodding decisively in agreement with the older bluie. "Balls-out: Glacier. A far second, Snowdrift...search 'n rescue." It makes sense, Alida being who and what she is. A stir of her 'sour with a fingertip is followed by a low, "Think me talkin' ta' our beleagured Weyrleader might get me inta' Glacier any easier?" "Good luck on that one," Jo drawls to there being less murders and backstabbings. "But then, folks like me thrive when there's some sort of chaos brewin' underneath the surface." She raises her glass a bit in a toast before finishing it off. "Anyway, I agree. It shouldn' matter the color of lifemate and all, but plenty of folks think that it does. So long's there a good chunk of them, this is how things will be." Beat. "Ya like search'n rescue?" she asks now before she tacks on an answer, "Of course ya do. Guard'n all. Bet it appeals to that side of ya. Glacier don' do much of that, though. We leave all that rescuin' to Snowdrift." The last does have her let out a short chuckle as she sets her empty glass down carefully, tucking her rider gear into a pocket with her other as she says, "Ya think askin' Taikrin about gettin' ya into her wing right now would be a good idea? Considerin' all that's been goin' on?" More laughter as she straightens up and turns to look briefly towards the counter. "Ya have a better chance askin' Azaylia. Even then, dunno how they tap weyrlins' in where they go. Didn' bother to care where I went when I was one. Guess it was fittin' I ended up in Glacier, though." A soft sigh and nod greet Jo's rebuttal, Alida having to finally cave to sad facts of life at the Weyr. And off from left field, though in loose relation to their words of any color of dragon in any position (except weyrwomen, of course): "Ever hear uv' blues flyin' queens?" From the rough bit of a smirk upon the weyrling's lips, she's counting on Jo's 'no.' Or even, 'hell no!' A brief, dusty chuckle and nod greet the full rider's words of Snowdrift being attractive to Alida for that reason, the woman then raising her hand and trying to wave one of the servers towards her table. Between summons and hopeful arrival, she notes, "Wasn't thinkin' uv *now*. Maybe in a month. Time's closin' in on me, though." As for Azaylia, "I thought the weyrwomen had little 'r no say about the fightin' Wings." Jo gives Alida the odd sort of look for the question of blues flying queens before she shakes her head. "Haven' heard of it," she states with a bemused frown. "Ya want Iesaryth or Hraedhyth to end up killin' Ilicaeth or somethin'?" Perhaps a tease, mostly. With Alida waving one of the servers over thankfully, "Ya think askin' in would help?" she has to ask, wry. "Dunno if it works like that. Dunno if influence is all it takes. What if ya end up in a wing ya didn' want?" Then that last does get a bit of a smirk from her, the convict rider leaning forward to tap the table between them as a server approaches, dropping, "We have a female brownrider as Weyrleader, a Weyrwoman give up her knot, and wing rebellion all within a turn. I'd say anythin's possible at this point." At least in her estimation. "How're things on the weyrlin' front, anyway?" she asks now. She knew she'd get that look from Jo, and Alida can't help but grinning almost brashly back for a moment, the blonde then slumping back into her chair again, and noting wryly, "Ilicaeth says he'd die happy, then...with a wingfulla' brown, blue, 'n green offspring never ta' be equaled again." Crazy-ass dragon. "Yeah... me either," the now sobered guard raps off back to her conversational companion. "S'why I asked *you*." More experience, and all. A faint moue of lips and a roll of greens is how the weyrling responds to that 'anything's possible,' Alida filing such away for later perusal, then noting to their server, "I'm buyin' this round." As her fingers start to fiddle at one of her smallest belt pouches at waist, the younger woman answers Jo, "Y'know how it goes. Gettin' towards the end uv' things, now. Drills 'n shadowin'...refinin' shit." And seeing -even more intimately - just how fucked up the Weyr is, now that they aren't as sheltered as they used to be. Jo laughs aloud at the first, seeming delighted with the answer. "The queens would fuck the day that a pair of blues by the names of Tacuseth and Ilicaeth would show up to their flights," she tosses out, alluding to her blue believing the same. Then server's there and she's ordering her refill, looking to Alida to add her order before continuing. She's even more pleased at the weyrling buying both their drinks, saying in a lazy drawl, "My my, someone's comin' up in the world if they're buyin' me a drink!" Waiting for the server to leave, she leans forward with an arched brow as she questions, "How's it comin' on the flight stuff? Ya know...ya laid a girl down yet? Gotten under a man yet?" Perhaps also in light of her graduating soon. "Who ya been shadowin', even? This why yer thinkin' about the wings and where ya wanna end up?" Yeah. Sex and wings are quite interchangeable to Jo, apparently. "Here's ta pipe dreams..." Alida notes dryly, lifting the very last dregs of her drink to the other bluerider, her laughter contained within green eyes. A seven and seven is on the weyrling's order list, an eighth-mark coin handed over to their server with a "Keep the rest..." factored in. She must be in a decent mood, indeed. "Said I'd buy the next round. I don't welch." Grin. And then the subject of sex is brought up again, and that once-grin switches off instantly, the bluie looking slightly jostled. After some moments looking for words, "Nah." Finger-drum. "Can't find, talk ta' anyone...likely." She can't quite look directly at Jo for a few moments. "Ilicaeth ain't displayed any uv' *that* kinda' interest, yet. Figure I watch 'im close until then...gimme' more time." To work *something* out. A faint scowl for the older bluerider's flipping back and forth, interchanging words of sex and Wings soon has the guard clipping off, "Boreal, Snowdrift, Hailstorm... Glacier." Smirk. "Thought it'd be apparent, by now." "If given the chance, do ya wanna be Weyrleader?" musing, Jo puts to her now. "Seein' all that Taikrin goes through?" And well, she's even more amused by the fact that Alida's jostle-worthy on the next subject, enough so that she's far more interested in watching the other squirm than the server moving away from their table. There's a knowing look likely on her face for the excuse given, trying to meet Alida's gaze on the matter despite her complete silence. Then, snorting, "Determined to have the flights snatch yer choice away from ya, then?" Perhaps to goad her, even if her tone of quiet. "Cuz, ya'll never be ready, darlin'. Shit will go sideways and he'll he chasin' before ya blink." And then she's jumping back on the wings, Alida's clipped words getting a cheeky smile from her. "What about Hailstorm?" she suggests - as if there was a such thing as wing shopping. "Ya got the rest of yer clan pegged for which wing, yerself? Like, K'zin in Boreal or somethin'?" "Fuck no..." is the immediate response, Alida offering Jo a look of compounded scathing humor and some contempt...though not for *her*. "It's a fucking thankless job that burns ya out fast, if I read my Taikrins right." Snert. A small glare for Jo is the older woman's payment for her words of flight sex, Alida noting in stark, displeased tones, "*You* couldn't name me anyone acceptable, 'n I can't find one damned body that's a mix uv' experienced, acceptable, *and* the right personality." It is a rather large bill, especially given how odd and touchy the blonde is. She's all too glad to get off the goddamned subject, though, and try to re-focus on Wings again. "The political shit in there's enough ta drive a person fuckin' nuts. Otherwise, it's okay." Shrug. The ruthless and brutal, direct bent of that Wing certain drew the in-your-face woman. "I toy with shit like that in m'head, in bed at night." The rest of the weyrlings in what wings. "Honestly, given the current climate here, I just can't be sure." "Maybe she's realizin' that herself, from what I've been hearin'," Jo notes on that initial statement, nodding as the server arrives. She takes up her glass with a nod of thanks to the woman, just in time to catch that glare from Alida on her goading on flights and the like. She's undaunted, however, glancing at her steadily as she counters, "You didn' give me much to go on as far as what's 'acceptable' to ya, that's why. 'Sides, does it even matter? Just get it in and worry about all that right personality shit later." Clearly, Jo sees it differently. The latter does have her nodding, downing some of her drink right then. "I'd imagine things will start calmin' down a bit with the wings like Hailstorm," she surmises, looking about where they are. "Once the wings get what they want." "More power to 'er..." Alida notes of Taikrin's possible realization that being Weyrleader likely sucks goat ass. "Though I *will* say that just 'cause there's folks who think that only a bronzer c'n do the job, doesn't mean they're right." The almost-inevitable return to the sex subject garners another, this time more pissed-off scowl from the weyrling, who almost blurts something, but remembers to drop her volume, first. Intensely, as she once again leans in towards Jo over the table top, "I *don't* want some dipshit who could care less about me as a real person...'r some fuckwit who uses women like damned hankees." Plus all that other stuff they've mentioned before. "If Deke weren't..." Shut it, woman. Quiet. "Fuckin' Weyr's drivin' everybody muthafuckin' crazy..." A sudden kick of one booted toe to the table's stout stem makes the thing jump and rattle. Good thing their glasses are empty. Something has Jo darting a quick look towards the entrance, but her attention splits back to Alida on her comment about bronzeriders doing the job. "What's gonna really be interestin' if which queen will rise," she admits with a significant look. "I wonder who would catch that queen, and whether that flight will be the instant bandage to all that's been goin' down - or so, many would like to think. Or maybe it'll be two queens risin' at once all over again." Imagine that, she doesn't need to say. Her amused expression says it all. And well, a pissed off Alida seems to roll off the bluerider, nursing her drink as she listens to those heated words, the frustration heard there - and the name drop - getting a brisk, "So yer sayin' every dick around here's like that? And every broad?" She lifts her hands away from herself at that, not adding anything else to that. She quickly collects up her glass with the table being kicked though, just in time. Then, "Should I even ask who 'Deke' is?" she drops in a deadpan voice before calmly taking a drink. Alida follows Jo's lead instantly, her own head rubbernecking over towards the entrance, green eyes flicking all about soon afterward. Is there some shit going down? When the other bluie starts talking again, so does the weyrling. "You too, eh? Personally, I think a whole new kettle uv' fish's gonna be opened up, 'n spew out all over again." Snerk. "It's a rare *any*thing that's neat 'n clean." With the return of the server and their drinks comes a nodded thanks, the blonde waiting until the outsider is gone before she starts speaking again. "Not likely every one... but it ain't like I know enough others ta' pick 'n choose appropriately." Though the guard thinks of remaining schtum on the subject of names, Ilicaeth silently reminds her she might regret the missed opportunity later, and such finally makes the testy woman grudgingly mutter, "Rider. Decent guy...but a virgin." Shoulder slump. Whatever had caught her attention before seems to have dissipated, for Jo is back to casual ease as she nods on the flight matter. "I wonder if Szadath would catch again," she gives idly to that. "Or some bronze or someone that doesn' even want the Weyrleader knot. Either way, if anyone's made official this time around, they're gonna have an interestin' time navigatin' the current landscape of this place." She lingers on that as she lingers on what's left of her drink, then Alida's next on those riders in the Weyr earns her a smooth, "Well. Hope for yer sake that Ilicaeth's a late bloomer, darlin'," with a slow shake of her head. "One never really knows with blues." When Alida grudgingly admits on the name, the bluerider's lips quirk up a bit as she states with a briefly lifted glass, "Don' see why it still can' be him, if he's willin'. If none of the rest of us with experience is worthy enough." She drains her glass and sets it down, straightening up in her chair. "He's caught gold twice now, right? Why not a third time, since 'e's got the gumption, and the queens seem ta' find 'im acceptable as a partner," Alida notes with some dark humor, finally lifting her new drink and sipping at it. Her voice is kept low, considering the heretical things they're talking about. "I still thinks it's a fucked up way ta go about pickin' a decent leader. Flights... feh!" Sigh. "So do I." A look down into her lightly-amber colored drink finally stirs up an almost resigned, "Startin' ta' think it might have ta' be. Just gotta'..." Shrug. Get it over with...*some*time. With the other woman's straightening and polishing off of her booze comes the blonde's dry smile, and her wry "Driven off another one, I see." Smirk. "Someone fucked me over when they chose my mentor. Shoulda been you...y' evil bitch." Her glass is lifted in a mocking toast to the ex-con. "Happy days." Sip. "That brown catches again, ya wanna see more riders huddlin' in corners, bawlin' their eyes out?" Jo notes, not bothering to keep her own voice low. "Ya gotta sick humor, Alida-darlin'." Even if she was the one that suggested it. Still, there's a glimmer of concern entering her dark gaze for the weyrling and her predicament, not even teasing her on it further. Instead, she addresses what's said towards the end, the woman lifting arms away about being driven away as she states, "Hey, ass is still on the chair, ain' it? And I'll stick around longer if yer buyin' me another round. I'll take care of ya next time." What are friends for but to mooch drinks off each other, right? Laughing, "Call that pretty server over, then. I see ya finished yers, and well, whaddya want me as a mentor for? All I'll do is teach ya the wrong stuff, or get ya to loosen up. I seem to be failin' in both categories. Who is yer mentor anyway? First time ya ever even mentioned them." A rough snort of dark laughter is Alida's retort about having Szadath catch a queen again, a feral grin offered to Jo's word of 'her' sick humor. "Got a wee Harper in m'pocket, ya' know...takin' down the details uv our conversation." After another sip and a listen to the older bluie, "Ya sounded like y'got the summons from on high." From the dragon end of the equation. "So I figured..." Shrug, smirk. "Damned lush... fine." It's no sweat off her back, apparently. Her pale head rotates upon neck, cranes about, a hand soon lifted to wave for said server's attention. "Ya think I ain't learned enough about trouble on my own, then?" After all, the weyrlingmasters seem to know her as the mouthy pain in the ass with the bad attitude. "Yeah...me. Loosen up." Snerk, sip. "T'gran...brown Sedrith's. I figure Quinlys thought his uncle-like ways'd set me straight, finally." Good luck. Snorting, "That wee harper likely have fainted by now, then," Jo counters first before tacking on, "Yeah, Tac did call. Just some message. I'll let hem stew for a while before I show up." It's given dismissively, as if antics like that were commonplace for the convict rider. She wasn't about to leave if Alida's buying them another round. On trouble, "Nah, ya haven' even scratched the surface of it," she answers on that, laughing as the server makes her way over. "There's so much more. Trouble loosens ya up, especially when things get mad risky." She would know. "But, tell me more about this T'gran and what he's been doin' to set ya straight." That's how she'll spend her remaining time, too, listening to tales and dropping humorous remarks where she can over that refill of their glasses. "Sounds like our blues got more quirks alike than should be possible..." Alida notes around a grin, a mental rumble from Ilicaeth making her chuckle softly. "Yeah, I kinda' figured. So...gonna' show me the advanced ropes so I c'n take up at least part uv yer banner after ya' pass?" Cue a shark's grin, though there's also dark humor in her eyes. "I will... but *you* gotta' tell me about summa' the best uv' yer big riskies. And no fibbin'!" And for once, during the rest of that night in the bar, Alida can honestly claim she was happy and relaxed in the company of her peer, and not just drinking to lubricate away her own anger and frustrations. |
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