Logs:Rebellious Ways
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| RL Date: 17 August, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo runs to a closed bar for a beer that's not coming. Instead, she briefly catches up with Telavi. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 7, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Z'ian/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions |
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| The barmaids may be happy about their unexpected paid vacation, but the Boreal greenrider looks less than thrilled as she nurses a klah imported from the living caverns-- although at least it was easier than usual for Telavi to find an as yet unshared booth. It's still summer, Rukbat's high and warm in the sky, and she should by rights be enjoying it... but it's cooler here, quieter here, less bright. Jo enters the bar probably expecting some beer on hand, the expectant look she gives toward teh counter until one of the barmaids talk to her at the entrance. Lips press together at something said before their move off and she spots Telavi easily enough and heads her way. Eyeing the klah she holds, "Guess this means I actually do have to drink at one of my haunts outside," is her greeting, nodding briefly her way before tacking on, "Telavi. Keepin' yerself busy these days?" It takes Jo's voice to bring Tela out of her reverie, and that with a sudden, startled intake of air and blue-today eyes flying up toward the bluerider. But then, just as suddenly, she smiles. "Not nearly busy enough. Although if we were allowed over H-R-H," she says it that way, "it might be different. How are you? Surviving all the daylight?" as though the bluerider might burst into flames given too much sun. "H-R-H? Ya were wantin' to go over there?" Jo prompts, frowning slightly at that. But as for the day and its sunlight, there's a soft snicker before she answers, "I adapt to anything, darlin'. Well, except for this lack of beer around here," and she passes one of the barmaids a look. "Ran into that boy of yers sometime ago," she notes idly, meeting the greenrider's gaze. "He told me what wing ya got tapped into. How's it goin' with all that?" "It's somewhere they told me not to go, isn't it?" Telavi says, impish. Her gaze stays with Jo for a moment before following the bluerider's look; she murmurs, "I don't know what they're even doing here if they aren't working." Maybe they like putting up their feet like a customer for once, but Tela's already turned away in thought as well as deed, back to Jo, her cheeks rosy now. Not shying from Jo's gaze, she asks pertly, "Shouldn't you ask 'that man of yers' about that?" "Which makes ya wanna go," Jo surmises with a chuckle as she watches the workers mill about. She even steps to the side of Telavi from one before she mutters back, "Beats the shells outta me." She looks content to watch them do whatever it is they're doing before Telavi answers on the last, the way she answers drawing a lopsided grin from her. "I'd assume that 'man o'mine' knows what he's doin'," is her easy answer, with an incline of her head. "Heard it wasn' yer first choice, though. What was?" "Never knew you to be an assumin' woman," Telavi teases with a long look, a sip. "I'd like to think you're right, though. I'd say I've settled in. And," the greenrider says it like she has nothing to hide, though there's also that slight lift of her chin, "Snowdrift. Not anymore, though. I hear Glacier's treating its weyrlings well." More or less. "He knows what he's doin' more than me," Jo rephrases then on the first with a snort. "Snowdrift. Yeah, I can see it," she admits, giving the greenrider a brief once-over. "But Boreal ain' bad, either. Seems to be turnin' out to be a wing of rebels. Not like mine where it's just a wing of trouble." Beat. "Yeah, things are goin' well for them," she addresses now with a nod. "Of course we rough'em up some first, to welcome them, but they've been tough." "If you put it that way." Telavi's already smiling at Jo, and now a dimple shows briefly, only to reappear and deepen. "Does it really count as a wing of rebels anymore, when the wingleader's the one in charge? I mean, I can see how we might like to keep the rep, but really." She adds after a moment, "I imagine it helps, having you watching out for them, not just tapping... if saying that doesn't ruin your rep!" "Oh, I'm sure Boreal won' end up bein' all that upstandin' and distinguished just cuz of it's wingleader," Jo remarks with casual ease and a shrug. "Not with those that got tapped into the wing, anyway. Yer tarnished rep will still be safe from bein' cleaned." She could be teasing - or rather, she's teasing Telavi in particular with the tarnished comment before that last earns her laughter. Apparently, this bluerider doesn't care much about what her reputation is for the month as she says, "As if they could. Naw, they're good with us. Good choices. Not that I see them all that much beyond drills and sweeps, or the occasional drink here. Ya see any of them yerself since graduatin'?" "No? I think all the riders should wear a waistcoat and fancy boots while on sweeps. Yes, even us girls," Telavi says brightly, and plays at burnishing the back of one hand with the heel of the other as to take care of that tarnish... only to throw her hands into the air as though that's no good. "I do, indeed. And speaking of drinks-- care to find a beer that's not here?" "Ha," Jo tosses her way for the first, even for the motions made on her tarnished reputation. "I'd pay to see that. Maybe I'll suggest it to Z'ian when I see him. Promotes unity." Right. But then, drinks. She jerks her head towards the entrance before she answers with, "Come on. I know a place. First drink's on me and ya can tell me all about how yer keepin' yer tarnished rep in tack in the Weyrleader's wing." |
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