Logs:Turnover Turn 36 - Savannah Invades Monaco
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| RL Date: 14 October, 2014 |
| Who: Bristia, Edyis, Jadzia, Oriane, R'hin, Rh'mis, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Savannah crashes Monaco Weyr's Turnover, with just about exactly the expected result. |
| Where: Monaco Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Set at some vague point during Turn's eve. |
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| No one could remember who came up with the bright idea to start with. It was borne out of a lot of alcohol and no small amount of machismo as the Wing gathered for the first of several stops for Turnover. Some left before it got that far, others persevered out of a sense of curiosity or revenge or... something. Somehow, Savannah ended up crashing Monaco Weyr's Turnover. The disguises were totally R'hin's idea. Some wore fancy, elaborate dress, others were more low key. They arrived one by one, landing outside the Weyr and making their way inside. The bonfires were going on the beach, the harpers playing, and the atmosphere generally cordial. The advocate of caution, Edyis did suggest that this was a terrible idea. Of course she was also one of the first to tag along. It's definitely not Rhey's scene... but then, not much does seem to be. There he was, all the same; not actually of Savannah, but tagging along, and somehow more with his features covered, his clothes unusually vibrant. There's a lightness to his step; he might even laugh. Telavi gets talked out of it. Not happily, but then, she is on call for the weyrlings, and she isn't in Monaco's bad books yet... even so, dragons might pick up some of her yearning within Solith's to fly with that wing once more. Even if Jadzia didn't come up with the idea, it was obviously a fantastic one. She was quick to hop onto an invitation, and not only because the brown pair hasn't managed to make their way to hang out at Monaco yet. Turnover is obviously an awesome time to visit and Jadzia could even pretend to be a girly girl with a borrowed dress and everything. R'hin seems rather too content and comfortable in his outfit of harper blue, a deliberate choice. His jaunty steps carry him into Monaco Weyr as if he's returning home, and he's likely not the only one. Bristia's been quietly disapproving of R'hin's outfit all evening, and by the time she hears about the suggestion to head south, it's rather too late to change that trajectory. She settles for going along, hoping to stop anything getting too out of hand. It was definitely cocky young E'nest who couldn't help himself. He hit outrageously on a Monacoan greenrider he'd always fancied, and when she recognized him, her yells quickly attracted attention. Who threw the first punch was debateable. It could have been one of the Monacoans, it could have been one of the former Monacoans. Either way, it was chaos, with fists flying, fighting for the honor of their respective Weyrs. Ok, so maybe no one knows who threw the first punch, but Edyis definitely laid claim to about the third or fourth, and may have accidentally thrown a punch at E'nest too while she was at it. She was dragged back by the collar of her costume out of the worst of it. At his best, Rhey might be useful in a fight: quick, if far from burly. But he's not at his best; he's not even close. It takes only a single punch from someone to fell him altogether... and after that, bleeding nose staining the vibrant blue of his shirt, there's not much to do but try and stay out of the way. Solith's been paying attention; it's flutter-worthy, the light-boned and often light-minded green concerned... for all that part of her might know, even if she doesn't remember, that Savannah gets in and out of these things all the time. It's what they do. Evidently dresses aren't made for fighting, but that doesn't keep Jadzia from having Savannah's back even if she's not really one of them. Not yet. She's slower in her skirts, and with some booze in her, but her training helps her make up for that just a little bit. Enough that she doesn't catch much more than a glancing blow here and there herself. That or she's already too drunk to care! While R'hin isn't the first to throw a punch, it doesn't take him long to weigh in, leaping to the defense of young Nita. The fact that he has a delightful chuckle all throughout the brawl is difficult to miss, and some of the blood that stains his harper blue clothes is his own, but given he gives as much damage as he receives, he doesn't seem in the least bit sorry for it. In the end, as ever, it was the senior queen who stopped it. Evielth's presence fell across the Weyr, ice cold, ordering the Savannah dragons to collect their riders. There might've been some sympathetic looks here and there for the Savannah riders as they were marched ceremoniously to their dragons.3. Then again, most were neutral or even hostile here and there. Is it liberating? Exhilarating? Rosvelth thinks both, even with the uncomfortable weight of Evielth; this is a story ripe for the retelling (and embellishment, of course). Rhey's more quiet as, blood-stained and wobbly-legged, he goes back to Rosvelth. Still, his head is held high; for tonight, just this once, he's not Rhey at all. He's... someone else, and that someone is happy. Maybe he'll even smile, all the way home. With Leiventh tending to be taciturn, Solith has to listen to others to fill out the tale; Rosvelth is unexpected, a pleasant surprise, and she attends to whichever stories he shares... and the others', of course, but the thick-shouldered brown does have a way about these things. She'll anticipate, a little wistfully, their return. Neither Jadzia nor Savroveth are ready for the shenanigans to end when an end is forced on them by Evielth. They'll leave, sure, and the brown will share a round of damned smooth whiskey for any other dragon that will have it. Jadzia will just have to figure out a way to burn off the extra energy once they're gone! There'll certainly be opportunity afterwards to share stories; there's a jaunt to a beach not all that far from Monaco as they're scattered away; a beach that Savannah riders gathered at after their first exile from Monaco. After that, there's a trip to Ista, and then Fort... and one by one they go their separate ways, once R'hin is sure dragons and riders are safe and well. |
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