Logs:Retirement Projects
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| RL Date: 11 August, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, Z'ian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Former Weyrleader congratulates new Weyrleader. Former Weyrleader also wants to make a proposal. New Weyrleader approves. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 6, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Edeline/Mentions, F'manis/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern.
The arrival of a good number of Taiga riders certainly ups the noise level in the Snowasis, but the group seem focused enough on claiming a couple of tables, and keep their rowdiness more or less to themselves. K'del peels himself off of the group, ending up at the bar alongside Z'ian, probably at least partially by design. He orders a couple of pitchers and only then turns his attention towards the new Weyrleader, greeting him with a cheerful enough, "Afternoon." Beat. "Sir." The arrival of his old wing garners a quick wave from Z'ian to a few choice members, before turning back to the bar. He receives his mug around the same time that K'del arrives near him, ordering his own. "Hey, afternoon." The 'Sir' part results just in the subtle lift of an eyebrow. Really. Before he lifts his beer and takes a long swallow. "Just off duty?" He wonders idly, leaning an elbow onto the corner as he shifts to inspect the new crowd. K'del's grin seems to imply that he's intending to tease with that 'sir' - or at least that he's not wholly serious, as does the casual way he leans up against the bar waiting for his order. "Mm. Drills. And most of us are off to Nabol, later, for watch duty and sweeps and message runs. How're you doing, anyway? With the whole thing. Idle curiosity, mind. Not... you know, trying to push in or anything." "Sounds exciting. At least the part where you get to leave the weyr and not have to talk to anyone afterwards." Z'ian comments, a grin teasing his mouth upwards. He slides the mug onto the counter, a finger running along the upper edge. "I'm doing good. We were prepared for it, so it wasn't like a kick in the gut when it happened." The bronzerider has an idle shrug for that, glancing past K'del briefly. "What about you? How're you doing?" "I'm fine." It's quick, maybe a little too quick, really, but just barely. If K'del is struggling with the whole thing, it's not conscious or overwhelmingly so. "It's a relief, really, to know that I really am just a Wingsecond, now, and that the Weyr I love is in good hands. Anyway, the point is that I'm glad you're doing good. So far so good, and all that." Too many words, but at least they seem genuine. "It's better, when you're prepared for it, I think. For everyone. Easier to hit the ground running." It may be too quick, Z'ian's eyes narrow just a fraction as he considers the other man. But whatever it is, he decides to take it for face value for now. "That's good. I'm glad to hear that it's a relief and not disappointment. I wouldn't have liked to think that I did that to you." Even if he did, to some small degree. "Thank you. And yeah, so far." He laughs dryly, rolling his eyes and taking another swallow from the mug. "It helps that we'd been flying as Wingleader for awhile before this. At least I'm not an unknown out there, not some renegade." K'del hesitates a moment before admitting, "There's always some disappointment. Or -- maybe it's just an ego thing? Except it's still a relief, even with that. And it's fine. The way it works, you know?" He shakes his head, as if to dismiss the idea, and then continues. "Mm, definitely. And Edeline at least has some positive thoughts of you, or did. So we'll see. Hey - actually, was meaning to ask you something." His beer hasn't arrived yet; he might as well ask, while he's here. "I think that relief is what you said, some degree of comfort in letting go. I bet your sons are going to be glad for a less distracted version of you." No word on how his own sons are feeling about the more distracted version of him. He takes up the mug again, curling his fingers around the glass. "Yeah, we'll see. Famous last words. And sure, go ahead." This time, K'del's grin is pleased. "We went camping for my turnday," he says. "It was-- nice, to be able to get away like that. Not have to worry about the Weyr in my absence." Which doesn't mean he didn't, of course, but... it's an improvement. "They'll always think of something to be upset about, but whatever. You do your best. Right, so. F'manis' old weyr, the one we were using? He and I were talking about turning it into a more public lounge. Like... a wing lounge. You can book it for wing meetings and poker nights and whatever, and so it's somewhere more private than the Snowasis. Run it at cost, basically. What do you think?" "Oh, right. Happy turnday. Welcome to your thirties." Z'ian congratulates him, his amusement in that sort of wry. "Yeah, I know it. Sounds more like a private lounge in that it'd see more riders than anyone else, really. Is there an actual downside to this? If you're not using much in the way of weyr resources except a cave that no one is actually living in anyway, then." The bronzerider shrugs his shoulders. "Is this like your retirement project?" "Seems kind of appropriate, doesn't it? Hit thirty right after my semi-retirement. But thanks." K'del's amused by that, too, but doesn't dwell on the sound of it. "It's-- hm. One of my projects. Remind me to tell you about the other at some point, but not, uh, yet. Anyway: I can't see a downside. It might take a little custom away from the Snowasis," and yes, all right, he lowers his voice a little when he admits that. "But not that much, I think. It's not like it's designed to replace this place, you know?" Z'ian glances towards the bartender on duty, he doesn't seem to be paying attention right now. Smirking he holds that mug up to his mouth and takes another swallow. "If you actually start to see some marks out of it, you know, after whatever renovations you plan on making," Because there's probably going to be some of those, yeah? "It'd probably be best if the weyr itself saw something of it for the use of space. A renters fee. Less than whatever this place is paying in." The Snowasis is larger. He glances around it and then back to K'del. There are always renovations. K'del's expression says as much - a smirky grin - and so does his nod, but he doesn't specify verbally. "That makes sense," he agrees. "We'll work out a business model and send it over for approval, just so we're all on the same page. If that suits?" His beer has arrived, and it interrupts anything else he might have said - he offers the delivering barperson a smile and nod of thanks. "Sure, that sounds great." Z'ian agrees, reaching the point where he's nearly draining his beer down to the dregs of the mug. "It looks like if you don't get your pitchers and yourself over there your wingmates are going to be pissed." Because, well. They came here to drink not watch him and K'del make moonfaces at each other here at the bar. However attractive those moonfaces are. Alas. K'del laughs. "Right, right. Thanks, Z'ian. Good luck with everything. We'll get that proposal to you in good time, I promise." And now? He'll expertly lift his tray of pitchers and glasses, and make his way back to his waiting wingmates. It's beer time! |
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