Logs:Pickle Pusses
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| RL Date: 10 October, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, H'kon |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Pickle consumption and Gaming |
| Where: Living Cavern, HRW |
| When: Day 8, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: 34 F, torrential rains. |
| OOC Notes: Backdated |
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| Despite this winter's full yield of tithing, there are few riders who stick around long during the supper hour. Especially now that the menu has come its full short circle - several times. Even in times of greater variety, H'kon was never one to dally. And yet, this evening, he still sits, while much of his wing takes their leave. He sits, and he waits. He waits for that greenrider, who stops off just to his left, and sets down a little bowl full of pickled cucumbers. Then, it's no longer waiting. It's eating, far more content than the grumbles that are moving toward the bowl. Heavy rain plus cold temperatures equals miserable, and for once, Alida's been hanging out in the living cavern since the late afternoon, quietly pleased that her duties concluded earlier in the day, before the sky truly opened up. Tonight, just post-dinner, appears to be one of the bluerider's infrequent 'game nights' again, and the blonde can now be found searching out some face or another for what will be her second round of 'fun.' In a satchel - settled diagonally across one shoulder, chest - is what might be the inevitable myriad of various gaming implements, 'lida looking around for a moment, then nodding to one of her fellow 'gamers: another female bluerider. Once they meet, the women converse shortly, the dark-haired one shaking her head soon enough while standing, soon moving to dump her tray's empty contents into the wash bin. Once more, the palest-blonde's left to oggle more potential company...and soon finds such in the unlikely figure of H'kon. Shrugging to herself, the bluie again sets about trying to lasso him into a game of something...striding over to that specific long table...and quietly settling down her own bowl of pickeled cucumbers opposite of the brownrider's. Peer. Murmured: "You too?" Cue a chin-jerk at his pickles, then a look at her own, larger bowl. H'kon has paused when Alida seems to be joining him, one pickle held carefully, the brownrider himself leaned forward, poised, but not finishing the trip between bowl and mouth. "Hm?" The pickle is left to wait, and H'kon straightens, slightly, but makes no move to lower his hand. Or its cargo. Full pause. Slowly sitting down opposite him, then removing that satchel and settling it atop the table beside her, Alida lifts one of her own pickles from its bowl - a sweet gherkin, by the scent of it - and notes casually to her tablemate, "Pickles." Nom. Between bites, the blonde mutters, "Always liked 'em...an' now we gotta surplus." Snert. "Apparently you do, too." Shrug. "Game?" the blonde then inquires in her usual, clipped tones, her free hand patting that satchel lightly. "Hm," is affirmative, this time. Pickles. He leans fully back, and carries on eating. The satchel is given a wary glance, and the brownrider reaches for another pickle. Once that, too, has been eaten: "What game?" She's always been quick to notice details, and H'kon's wary look at her satchel evinces a low, faintly wicked little chortle from Alida, who notes after finishing her first pickle, "Nothin' sharp innit'." Smirk. "Mm...take yer pick. Jenga, chess, checkers, Go, Boggle, Yahtzee, Bluff... a fwe board games..." H'kon's gaze on the satchel remains wary. "I'll be called to leave, likely only partway through." Another pickle. A slight shift, but he doesn't look away, toward whatever it is he's anticipating. Soon, apparently, does not mean right this instant. "Short game it is, then..." Alida notes around a smirk-grin to H'kon, the woman opening up her satchel, rummaging some, then pulling out a cup and some dice. "Some call it Boggle..." the blonde murmurs, Alida quickly reciting the basic rules of the game to the brownrider, then letting him go first. True to her words, the game is rather short, but time spent having some relaxing fun, for once - and some delicious pickles - with a player who isn't a jabber box inclines the bluerider to be 'forgiving.' Give her a few more hours, and there'll be three more Weyrfolk 'assaulted' by the guard in games of checkers, Yahtzee, and finally Go...which leaves the two 'combatants' calling a stand-off, and making their way to their respective beds a litter later than they intended. |
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Edyis (01:35, 11 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
The Pickles!! <3 This made me happy.
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