Logs:Poker, beer, and other plans
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| RL Date: 2 November, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, Edyis, Canie |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Snowdrift riders meet up in the Riders' Lounge. There's talk of resurrecting and adapting old traditions. |
| Where: Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: 3D 3M 39T I10, winter night |
| Mentions: N'rek/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, Kaitlin/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. :D |
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>---< Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr(#1803RJ) >---------------------------<
About as high up the bowl wall as it is possible to get before hitting
clear sky, right up against the rim, this ledge is tiny, narrow and not
terribly inviting. Though angled towards the sun, there's not enough room
to properly stretch out, and that same angle ensures it receives the worst
of bad weather, with no shelter whatsoever. From above, there's not even
an obvious passage inside, as if this particular ledge is, in the end,
nothing more than a natural outcropping. It's only from atop the ledge
itself that the cleverly concealed entrance becomes clear, angled into the
stone as it is.
Inside, there's a cavernous space, more than making up for the stinginess
of the ledge. There's one large main room, and a much smaller back room
that could probably be used as a bedroom - if this weyr were in
traditional usage. Instead, the main cavern is largely filled with a
collection of mismatched tables and chairs. Towards the back, there's a
bar made out of old, recycled wood, manned during peak hours; there's
plenty of alcohol on display behind it, though most of it tends towards
the cheaper end of the range. Old, but still impressive, hangings cover
the walls, all depicting scenes of High Reaches in glory. The back room
has been turned into a storage area, with several cases of whisky and a
variety of other spirits ready and waiting.
A strange pipe contraption comes through the ceiling and towards the stone
floor, where a large bucket sits beneath it. A lever turns on water from
the pipe: fresh rain or snow, ready for drinking.
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-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 22 5'4" slight, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Jo F 34 5'8" wiry, black hair, brown eyes 7s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
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>------------------------------------------< 3D 3M 39T I10, winter night >---< It's once all the rider duties are done for the day that the bars are in full swing - Snowasis and the lounge both. The lounge is not as crowded as the bar on the ground, with riders engaged in conversation and drinks all around. Jo is here with fellow Snowdrift wingrider Canie, seeming engaged in casual talk with a pitcher of ale between at one of the occupied tables. Layers are being shed as Edyis makes her way into the bar, shedding the teal scarf and her flight jacket as she makes her progress into the bar. Dark eyes focus on Canie and Jo at their table, and after stopping to order another pitcher and a fresh glass, the former scribe makes her way over to Join them. "Heya Canie, Jo." Jo looks over first towards Edyis as Canie pours, the wingsecond waving her over as she says, "Ed. Don' run into ya often up this way." Canie, meanwhile, passes Jo's mug back to her before she refills her own, passing a friendly smile to the brownrider with a chirpy, "Hi! Just got off from sweeps!" "Haven't felt very social of late, I've been told it is a thing to rectify." The former scribe notes with a wry smile settling into the chair and filling her own glass though she leaves the pitcher in easy reach. "Which run did you get stuck with?" Edyis wonders as she lifts her mug, tilting her chin as she studies the pair. "Accordin' to who?" Jo asks with a slight frown as she drinks. At least the pallor of grief is much less so now than it has been before, with some color seeming to return to the woman's face and voice. As for Canie, "Oh, Tillek," she provides, a bit too bubbly. "What about you? --Oh I think he totally has a weyrmate, Jo!" That is getting tossed over her shoulder as her wide eyes light upon someone in the far corner of the lounge. "Akluseth." Edyis laughs in response to Jo's question. Tillek earns a lift of one brow, before the word weyrmate earns a faint frown. Still Edyis is glancing curiously in that direction. "High Reaches Hold." Answering Canie's query a bit late. "What does Akluseth have to say 'bout ya bein' social?" Jo asks, her interest clearly piqued as she's joining Canie briefly in looking at the far corner. "I mean, ya seem social to me. Ya talk me'n Alida, don'cha? 'N there's Rek, too, I bet. Well, maybe not so much." Yep, the ribbing is back. Canie makes a distressed sound at the back of her throat before she slumps a bit in her chair and takes a drink. "I like High Reaches Hold," she words don't match the pouty tone she has now, even though Jo rolls her eyes towards Edyis before she says, "She's always pinin' after who she can't have. He's just another of the latest. She's better off gamblin' him outta his pants." Edyis smirks, "He thinks I should spend more time around people more frequently." The smile fades just a touch at N'rek's name but then it widens, "He talks, more than you'd think." She points out diplomatically. Canie's distress is noted and there's a head tilt as she jerks her chin at the man in the back corner. "Why can't she have him? I mean if she can gamble him out of his pants I'm not sure I see the problem." "As in, other folks," Jo seems to clarify through her drink, it being almost a question. "Whatever would make him think that?" - "Ciss likes me to socialize more," Canie pipes in, nodding at Edyis. "Like, with wingmates and stuff. I suspect it's because he wants to meet more greens, but, you never really know what those dragons are thinking, right?" -- "Does he now?" comes from Jo on the heels of hearing about N'rek. "She can't have him 'cuz that greenridin' weyrmate of his'll knock Canie's teeth out she catches her. I don' even think Canie has a chance against a Weyrbrat kid, much less with her. I'd rather my friend keep her teeth whole." Edyis shakes her head, "The people I spend time with are fine, he just doesn't like it when I want to go straight back to the weyr after drills." She grins at Canie, "You should have heard him carrying on all the way back from Telgar when I had to pry him from the side of some green who got it in her head to start flirting with him. You'd think I was pulling his teeth or something." Jo's comment on the brownrider earns a petulant thrust of Edyis's tongue, and a laugh. There's another mention of angry greenriding weyrmates and the former scribe lifts a shoulder, "Is she really that scary? I mean the way you sell it Jo, I'm of half a mind to try myself just to see this chick." "What if ya need a nap or somethin'?" Jo considers Ed's first with a slight frown. Canie on the heels of that, "Yours too? Ciss is always misbehaving like that. You'd think after all these turns, but no. Does yours have any interest in the queens?" Jo's then laughing on the last bit, the woman snorting before she answers Ed with, "She's not. It's just Canie still looks like she should be in weyrling trainin'" - "Ha, ha," Canie pipes at that. To Ed, "I don't really fight. I'm really good at ducking, though!" "I imagine he'll mellow out once he's had time to forget about Resioth." The brownrider notes somewhat soberly. It's easier to move on to more cheerful conversation and there's a delighted laugh as Canie goes on about her own brown troubles. "He chased Niahvth, Fortunately I wasn't present for Roszadyth's I heard that one turned into a real mess." Edyis admits lifting her mug. There's a smile for Canie's statement on fighting, "Nothing wrong with that, I doubt I could do much damage to anybody if I tried, but I enjoy sparring. Even if according to some I really don't look the part." "Reisoth." Jo's lips press down at the late bronze's name, and even Canie's bubbliness gets subdued somewhat when they exchange looks. "That's what gotten under his hide, huh? What had happened to H'vier?" -- "It's so tragic," Canie cuts in, shaking her head as she drinks. "A man that hot...." then she looks down at the drink she has and sets it aside quickly. "Ya don' want him chasin' the golds," Jo observes from Ed's answer on flight, seeming to find something of interest of that. "I know, if Tac's hide was brown, he'd be chasin' all the golds of Pern. Ain' no harm in it. Who said ya didn' look the part for sparrin'?" -- "I leave the fightin' to those more suited," Canie answers her with a simple shrug. "I don't wanna get my hair messed up, nor my clothes. Just a shame about T'lir is all." Dramatic sigh. Edyis nods to mention of the bronze rider. Canie's assertion of tragedy draws an unexpected smile despite the somber mood. "It isn't so much that I mind him chasing but going up against a bronze rider built like a brick wall?" And for Jo's question on who, there's a laugh. "One of the weyrling bronze riders, T'gar." There is an odd look given Canie, "If you don't want to get mussed, what's even the point in looking?" The innuendo self evident. She glances about the bar thoughtfully, "I have been thinking, what do you ladies think about starting a weekly poker game up again?" "Not all flights include a brawl," Canie says with a chuckle, sending a look to Jo. "I'm sure your brown would hold up just fine like mine does. He flew Rozsadyth's, but we were out of the Weyr for Niahvth's. I mean, Farideh's had a brawl in it but that was because of those nasty riders from Monaco." Jo snorts as she lingers on her drink, and at the name of the weyrling, Canine titters and the wingsecond's second snort is more derisive. "'Course him," she mutters, brows furrowed. Still, there's the topic of a weekly poker game that has the brownrider lighting up and the bluerider chuckling before answering, "Go for it. Reckon I better keep my involvment to a minimum, though. I'll have half the female population owin' me by the end of the month." -- "That sounds like fun," Canie says right behind her. "We could move the poker game around, too! Like, one sevenday in Snowasis, another seven in the greenhouse....Just the girls?" "It isn't him I worry about." Edyis grins to Canie, mention of Monaco twists her expression unpleasantly. Fortunately there's the odd reactions of the women to pay particular attention to. "You ladies mind letting me in on the private joke? Or do I just have to guess wildly?" A teasing waggle of her brows on that. As for Jo's comment there's a dark chuckle, "Come on, it can't hurt any to play. Besides, might give you a chance to get a better read on some, socialize a bit." Canie's suggestion gets a grin, "Now there's a thought, it doesn't even have to be poker necessarily. Just something that gets people to let loose a little and mingle." "I rather like Rat," Canie answers to Edyis about any private jokes about the weyrling, the lithe woman shrugging one thin shoulder. "He's just too cheeky to Jo is all." Jo merely grunts at that, seeming to have nothing to say on the young man. Rather, she comments on poker instead with, "I socialize enough, which is hardly. Bad enough I have to plaster smiles on my face now with this knot," a gesture towards the wingsecond knot on her shoulder. "But I'll play when I have the time." -- "Which is hardly," Canie butts in behind her with a roll of her eyes. "I thought I was going to get to do something with your hair, Jo!" Jo makes a hastily-covered face to that. To Edyis - as if covering the suggestion with something else with suffice, "Ya mean Snowdrift? 'M sure the wing'll have no problem with that. Well, I'm still learnin' y'all, but still." "He seems like the sort to be too cheeky to anybody." Edyis notes with a snicker. "Maybe it's the similarities between the two?" A teasing smile flashed at Jo, before she adds, "Of course Jo's prettier." And on socializing there's an exhale, "You took the knot. You get the opportunities that come with it. Make good on it, and Mielline might even have you take over if she ever decides to retire." The former scribe notes with a lift of her mug. Canie's suggestion isn't missed. "Hell I'd love to see her all dolled up." The grin she hides behind the mug is completely unrepentant. The mention of Snowdrift earns another nod. "I'm in the same place you are, which is a thing I intend on fixing, personally." Nodding once, "He is," Jo answers on cheekiness as he drains her mug. "He ain' nothing like me." Canie giggles at that, and then when Edyis mentions the knot and Mielline, "Ain' even thinkin' 'bout takin' anythin' over anytime soon," Jo answers with a slight frown, to which Canie adds, "I think Mielline has some good many turns left. I rather like her-" - "Ya like everybody, Canie," Jo cuts her off with a quick teasing smile. "Even Sybile'n she treats ya like shit sometimes." To Edyis, "Only way I'm getttin' dolled up is 'cuz I'm about to fight someone," which makes no sense at all. She gestures from one brownrider to the other as she says, "Don' be givin' this girl any ideas, Ed. She's been tryin' to torture me for turns. My hair is fine, I don' need anymore color in my wardrobe'n if ya spritz me with some female scent one more time I'ma sneak into yer weyr'n do somethin' foul to it." Canie look non-plussed by the threat. She laughs at it, in fact before she turns to Edyis and says, "Oh Jo. Silly girl. So, what all do you need for a poker night, Edyis?" At the 'nothing like me,' Edyis tosses a knowing glance to Canie, and bursts into near simultaneous giggles. "I'm not saying you'd have to worry about it any time soon, but it doesn't hurt to take a long term view of things. I like Mielline too and I imagine she's got plenty of turns ahead before she considers it. But, nothing stays the same forever Jo." And the topic is abandoned in favor of doing exactly the opposite of what Jo asks. "You know, I've not been to a gather in a while. Couldn't hurt to get her and Alida all dolled up together, have a night on the town." On poker night Edyis is silent for a few moments, "Booze, a place to play where people don't mind if things get a little rowdy, players and possibly food. Players are easy enough once you get the gossips going." Jo's full of grunts tonight. She grunts while the ladies giggle on T'gar and she grunts when Edyis talks about wingleadership. "How 'bout gettin' that boy of yers to take ya?" she suggests, and that gets Canie's attention. "Who's the boy?" she asks now, all in for the gossip. "And, you should. She should," she nods towards Jo while refilling mugs. "Though Kait and M'ron want to go at some point, too." To Edyis on poker nights, she frowns a bit as she turns pensive before she states, "What about out on the patio ledge? It's pretty close to all those things. Me and Ciss can even help with getting the word out to those you want! Cissoth talks to every dragon." It's Edyis's turn to grunt at the word 'boy' and Canie's sudden attention. "He isn't mine, not exactly." Edyis defends, brows drawing together faintly. "If there's something in the Telgar sweeps area, he'd probably pay to see Jo dolled up too." The former scribe notes with a wry smile. "The ledge would be perfect when it gets warmer, maybe even talk them into lighting up torches or something." Edyis grins at the offer of help, "Really? That would be amazing Canie!" "Mmmhmm," is all Jo says to Ed's protests, hiding the slight smirk behind her mug. "I ain' gettin' dolled up," given moreso to Canie than to Edyis. "Not 'less I've gotta damn good reason. My leathers'll suffice. It's amazin' anyone's celebratin' anyway, what with all the deaths goin' 'round." -- "She'll get dolled up for that pretty redhead in our wing though," Canie pays Jo no attention at all, giving Edyis a little smug smile. "If she asks. Yes, when the weather warms up. I always like doing things outside. Even when it's cold. We'll figure something out, Ed. We don't need Lady Prickly Pants' help over here," with a nod right in their wingsecond's direction as she sips. Jo's smirk gets a look and a press of her lips. "He isn't." A beat, and as Jo talks about celebrations, Edyis comments, "Can't mourn forever Jo." It's soft enough that it might not be heard. Her expression shifts into amusement at the assertions by both riders, and there's a lift of both brows and a smile that spreads slowly. "You know, Yesia probably would love to get her hands on Jo's hair, and it would be nice to see our wingsecond who works so very hard get a nice break." There's a deep laugh at 'Lady Prickly pants', and a stout nod of agreement. Jo looks at Edyis for her soft comment, but there's no words to chase it. She guardedly drinks instead, only commenting on the latter with a grunted, "I've gotten enough breaks. Only thing that's good for me right now is work." Which, draining her mug, she's getting up from her seat and briefly gripping Canie with a look as she says, "I need to take care of some things. Stop by Kait's for me later. I might not be able to make it in time." She nods to Edyis as she releases Canie's shoulder, stepping away from the table as she tosses a mark piece on its surface. To Ed, "Let me know'n I'll see if I can make it, darlin'," is all she gives as acquiescence, it marking her farewell as Canie sends a soft farewell in her wake. It's only once Jo is out of earshot that the brownrider states, "She's all broody right now. She always gets that way." As if she should know. Edyis watches Jo's departure quietly, and Canie gets an understanding nod. "Hard not to be given everything that's happened." Brows knitting together before her gaze falls back to the mug. The concern melts eventually, in favor of the usual easy grin. "Suppose she's survived worse things, but it feels weird that sobriety she has had lately." Not that Edyis is one to judge, given the shake of her head. The usually-bubbly Canie appears a little subdued on the conversation, the Snowdrift wingmate nodding idly at her. Evenly, "Everyone handles death differently," she says simply. "Lost my folks when I was young. Still hurts, sometimes. She'll come around, though," she nods back where Jo had gone. "Always does. Just needs to be broody for a bit first. It's good you're around. You and the others. She won't admit it, but, she needs that." She drains her own mug and looks at what's left in the pitcher as if deciding whether she should have another round. Wide eyes looking at Edyis then, "The poker game's a good idea," she says alittle back her bubbly self. "Maybe I'll ask if Syb wants to help. She's another Prickly pants." "I'm sorry for your loss," Edyis notes empathetically, listening as Canie continues. "She may not realize it but the rest of us need her too." The younger brownrider is thoughtful a moment, and adds, "Jo knows she's got a standing invitation, but if you ever want to drop by Akluseth's ledge, I've usually got food and booze. You'd be welcome." Then, with a soft smile. "The prickly ones tend to be the most entertaining to pry out of their shells. but there's a trick to it. Let's at least finish these pitchers off though, and we can brainstorm about the game night." Content to settle in and discuss the various ideas with the bubbly brownrider, until they have a plan for the first game. Shrugging a bit, "Ehh, they had crossed the wrong people," Canie reveals about her parents, the words stated like it was a simple fact. "Guess that's why I'm the way I am." She's thoughtful when it comes to Jo though, seeming to take in Ed's words before there's a nod and smile from her. "Yeah, she doesn't know that," she agrees with the other brownrider. "She'll just have to learn soon enough, right? And I will take you up on that offer!" In a better mood than before, she's pouring herself and Edyis another round and launching right into the throwing of a game night with equal enthusiasm until either the pitcher runs dry or the plan is settled between them. |
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