Notes: Wow, I had not idea when D'ton and I were chatting that this would end up how it did. Most logs don't, I suppose :) This was just too funny! Many, many thanks go to all who participated! Some knot chatter included for humors sake. I'm issuing a minor warning as relationships were discussed and some may find the tongue-in-cheek humor a bit offensive. Things prefixed by " *>> " are things seen while I was on Herath. That done, on with the log!
*>> Ro smiles "Yes, please, if Tierth doesn't mind."
*>> Seated atop Nraith, A'lex glances around at all the dragons, "My, we put on quite a show, the lot of us. People will think it's an official visit. Gold, Bronze, Bronze, Brown, Blue and Green..."
Kindre seems ready as she gauges the processes amoung her surrounding friends. "We're heading for Southern Boll. If your dragons aren't familiar with it, then can get it from Herath or Kemith...or Vidarth if they're coming to the Lava with us." Patting the gold softly on her side, Kin adds, "When everyone's settled, we'll head out?"
*>> From Vidarth's back, R'val grins readily, "Vidarth and I"ll be happy to come with y'all."
*>> Tierth crouches down low to aid Ro's mounting, as Maylia shakes her head. "Tierth doesn't mind at all!"
*>> Ro smiles and climbs carefully onto Tierth's back.
*>> Above, Pleiath leaps off the ledge she shares with brown Spineth.
*>> Ro scrambles up Tierth's side making use of the politely offered leg as the dragon watches curiously.
*>> High atop Nraith, A'lex signals his readyness to Kindre with a thumbs up.
*>> Seated between Tierth's lower neck ridges, Ro pats the lovely green in appreciation.
*>> Mounted atop Kemith, Channie nods as she's ready too and leans back in the straps.
*>> From atop Kyoteth, D'ton waves that he's good to go as well, despite all appearances.
*>> Seated between Tierth's lower neck ridges, Ro carefully fastens herself into the riding straps.
"Everyone ready," Kindre wonders as she raises an arm into the air. Mostly out of habit.
*>> From astride Tierth, Despite the bandages and mittens, Maylia keeps her hands well forward as Ro mounts up. Perhaps a little overcautious, but on ounce of prevention... "All settled?" She asks.
*>> Above, Pleiath soars in a wide circle. As she does, her rider peers down at the bowl floor and the dragons there.
*>> Seated between Tierth's lower neck ridges, Ro checks the straps one last time and snuggles her coat about her "Mmm hmm, I'm ready."
*>> Tierth unfurls her wings, holding them gracefully poised and prepared to launch herself, as Maylia calls out, "We're set!" The young Green's eyes whirl do up with excitement.
You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor to
carry you aloft.
Southern Bowl Airspace
Hovering above the southern part of Telgar Weyr's hourglass-shaped bowl, you
are surrounded by a three-quarter circle of rock wall. Flat across its east
face and open at its northern-most end, the shape is perfect to bring up the
chill winds which swirl around you. Below you can almost make out the bustling
of activity outside of the Living Cavern while a group of young dragons and
their new mates appear to be practicing drills. Far off to the northwest is
the gaping cavern of the Hatching ground, while the other half of the
hourglass and lake reach to the north.
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Pleiath
*>> Pleiath greets Herath and the others with an exuberant warble. She darts into formation beside her golden dam, looking as pleased as she is graceful.
The rim of the bowl falls away from you and you soar into the open skies.
Air Above Telgar Weyr...
*>> Herath disappears into Between.
Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!
You suddenly emerge...
Sky above Southern Boll Hold....
You wing down onto the gather beach.
Gather Beach of Southern Boll
Waves wash against the shore as the evening settles over Boll. Glowbaskets
that hang from the trees are lit, casting soft pools of light on the white
sands. The wildflowers bordering the beach are lost in the shadows of the
setting sun. The picnic area has many open 'places' to sit as residents move
toward the Hold proper for their evening meal. A sign points up the cliff path
to the 'vine' and the 'beach waters' look inviting. The afternoon is partly
cloudy, though the sun still shines through. A strong northwest wind blows
past and the fall air feels unbearably hot and very humid with the current
temperature of 88 degrees.
*>> From the sky, Seated between Tierth's lower neck ridges, Ro gasps "Is this Boll? It's so, so .... -green-."
*>> From the sky, The formation of Telgar dragons bursts into clear sky. One small green attempts to outdo the others in her greeting of the watchdragon.
*>> From the sky, Nraith wings down onto the courtyard.
*>> From the sky, Tierth holds her position, warm air currants supporting her wings, before she dives after the others.
*>> Channie slides gracefully down Kemith's shoulder and lands with a slight bounce on the ground. Kemith gives his lifemate a curious wuffle as she pats and scritches him lovingly.
From astride Tierth, Maylia takes off her riding helmet before doing anything else, beaming a smile at the heat. "This is it, I guess," She tells Ro.
Seated between Tierth's lower neck ridges, Ro busies herself with undoing fore she settles beside Pleiath. "Ah," the rider half remarks as she takes in the smell of the salt air, "it's truly been too long since I've been here." straps, and getting out of her coat as well. The weather is far too warm for it.
Kindre quickly shrugs out of her jacket and lays it beside Herath. The gold rumbles: << Like I'm going to watch that thing >> plays across her draconic features before she settles beside Pleiath. "Ah," the rider half remarks as she takes in the smell of the salt air, "it's truly been too long since I've been here."
D'ton removes his jacket and gloves, sticking them in one of Kyoteth's saddlebags. "I hate these weather changes," he mutters.
R'val rubs his hands together in anticipation, with a grin, "I haven't been to Boll in months.'
As Ro's feet touch the ground she moves quickly to give Tierth a scritch of thanks.
From the sky, Nraith wings up from the courtyard.
From astride Tierth, Maylia fumbles next with her staps, tugging off her mittens to make the task a bit easier. Off comes her coat next, and it gets dropped to the sand below with a -whump-. Then down she goes.
Nraith backwings to a landing.
Maylia slides to the ground, giving Tierth a parting caress and a tender smile.
A'lex slides down Nraith's riding straps and lands carefully beside him. Nraith rumbles quietly as A'lex pats his side in thanks.
Tierth whuffles towards Ro breifly, before gazing out to the water.
Emlyn joins the others in taking off flying gear. She also takes time to remove Pleiath's straps. As she does so, her dragon touches her muzzle to Herath's side. Once the staps are off, Pleiath stretches out with obvious contentment.
A'lex says "No, I don't care if she was flirtin with you, you go where *I* tell you!!!"
Channie stands for a long moment with her arms outstretched, soaking in the warmth of the beach. "It's been far too long for me too." Shrugging out of her jacket she tosses it down into a bare spot of sand and strips Kemith of his straps as well. "There, now you can have a frolic in the waves if you want.
Nraith grunts.
Channie blinks over at A'lex, pausing between pulling off her boots.
Vidarth rumbles contentedly as R'val removes his straps.
Dirlanthir wanders up the trail from the west and steps out onto the beach.
Ro grins at Tierth and says to Maylia "I'm glad she didn't hiss at me."
D'ton busies himself with attending to Kyoteth's comfort, as the dragon is obviously both impatient and demanding. As soon as the straps are off, Kyoteth stretches both his legs and wings, sending a cloud of sand into the air.
Kindre, seeing first to removing Herath's harness, walks up the sands to join the collective group. To the unfamiliar woman, she smiles and offers, "Telgar duties to you and yours," before looking into the jungle. "We ready to explore?"
A'lex does not look thrilled. "Fine, if she rises, you can Chase her. Otherwise, stay put."
With a deep breath, A'lex turns, "I'm ready."
Maylia chuckles, beginning to fight with the buckles of Tierth's straps, the green watching with interest. "Nah, she won't hiss at most folks. Worst she gets seems to be just ignoring people." She grunts as the first buckle finally comes undone, and moves to the next.
A'lex folds Nraith's straps and harness neatly.
Emlyn peers up at the sky with a squinting grin before joining the exploring group.
R'val grins at Maylia, "I know a few greens much worse tempered than your beauty."
Dirlanthir steps onto the weathered docks.
Lava Lounge
This is a large cavern. The chill in the air is a pleasant change from the
heat of the tropical winds that surround Southern Boll. This cave holds the
natively christened Lava Lounge of Southern Boll Hold. The bar, along the far
wall, is made of cooled, polished black lava, gleaming under the dim pools of
light of the glow baskets hanging from the ceilings. Marcus, the barkeep, is
ready to serve you 'drinks'. The largest 'wall' is sanded down for visitors to
write on. In addition, there are tables and chairs located throughout the room
for people to sit in as well as hanging sky chairs for people to relax in
after the day's duties are completed.
There seems to be a crossbow bolt firmly imbedded in the wall. How odd ...
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Marcus
R'val climbs the ladder, and straightens with a grin at Marcus, "Hullo again, old chap. Telgar invades!"
Ro read the first wall.
A'lex says "Wow..."
Ro says to Maylia, a little embarrassed "What do you think I should order?"
R'val taps against the wall, "The infamous Wall, full of many, many comments!
Marcus smiles and pours a drink.
Marcus hands A'lex a glass of Green Dragon.
A'lex says "Woah... not bad!"
Marcus seems a bit nervois as he recognizes a few faces. "I see that rider," he remarks with a wan smile while gazing over to see who else may come up the ladder. Kindre watches his expression and can't help but chuckle. "Neither Aphrael nor Kassima are with us this time, you can relax. Ale for me, if you'd please." The latter is said while she slides atop one of the stools. To the newcomers she says, "Tah-dah...the Lava Lounge," while waving at the room.
Maylia gazes around, bobbing her head to the barkeep. She shrugs at Ro's question. "I'm not sure."
A'lex carries his drink to a table, "Yup, debacherie galore."
Kindre studies the wall with interest, reading.
R'val chuckle, 'The Gruesome Twosome are not here, as Kindre says, so fear not, Marcus. I'll have a Blue Dragon, if ya please."
Channie giggles quietly at Marcus and Kindre as she takes a seat at the bar, "lucky for Aph." She lifts her hand to catch the man's attention and gets herself something to start with.
Marcus pours Channie a mug of Brown Dragon.
D'ton looks around curiously, he seems about to comment on the crossbow bolt, going so far as to point at it before changing his mind and falling silent.
"Indeed," Kindre agrees with Channie, her bobbing shoulders betraying her chuckling.
Marcus gets a large mug and, holding it under a tap, pours out a thick amber, almost brown liquid with a rich, foamy head on it and hands it to Kindre.
A'lex laughs and reads out loud, "I see London, I see Xanth, I see M'kla's under Panth!"
Channie giggles between sips of her frothy drink, "that was some time ago though...perhaps, things have been ironed out."
Ro considers for a few moments before ordering something that seems mostly innocuous.
Maylia waits for Marcus to finish what drinks he's preparing before making up her mind. "I'll try a green dragon, please," she asks, then grins. "After all, it's my favourite colour."
Marcus pours a glass of iced tea and hands it to Ro with a smile.
Marcus hands Maylia a glass of Green Dragon.
Kindre turns and laughs as her head bobs to both Channie and A'lex. "There's actually quite a bit about M'kla here. No surprise, I suppose, for as long as she's stalked the place."
R'val sips at the blue dragon with a smile, "Ahhh."
Channie turns around, leaning against the bar, "I like the one about K'nan m'self."
Kindre laughs out loud this time, nearly choking on her ale. Composing herself, she notes, "I think Kassi wrote that one, though she'd never admit it."
Emlyn looks around. "How do you get your casks of ale in here, Marcus? And I wonder how all the traffic keeps from wearing a path." She said it quietly, so wall the barkeep may not have heard her.
A'lex nods, "Yes, I do myself."
D'ton turns around at Kindre's last comment, "Kassi wrote what? Which one?" he asks.
R'val snickers at Kindre, "That would hardly surprise me, it's Kassi's sort of writing.'
Ro sips her tea, looking please at the taste, as well as the cool refreshment it provides in the heat.
Maylia studies her drink before sipping it, skepticism dominating her face until she tastes it. "Wow! it's..." Another sip. "Good!" With that, she wanders over to read the wall.
"Why," Marcus begins to explain to the pretty greenrider, "I just think of my lovely muffin Aphrael. It gives me all the strength I need to haul those kegs up here." Puffing his chest out proudly for display for Emlyn, he gives her a beaming smile.
A'lex turns and eyes Emlyn and Marcus.
R'val rolls his eyes at Marcus, "Still pining for Aph? Oy.' He mutters to himself.
Channie nearly sprays her drink all over upon overhearing Marcus. Oh, he's not forgoten. "no wonder Aph hasn't been here for awhile."
Emlyn winces as her comment is, in fact, heard by Marcus. She gives him a weak smile and nods.
Kindre points to the second wall. "The limerick about K'nan. I think she wrote it..." Chuckling before lifting a shoulder in a tiny shrug, she adds, "There were a few of us here one night when we wrote quite a bit. Called in "Benden Takes The Lounge" evening if I recall properly." Pausing in her reporting, she then says, "We had quite a bit to drink that night, I fear." Something akin to a glow above her head appears as she turns on Marcus. "Do you have those whimry sandwiches this time? Shards they were wonderful." The barkeep gives her an odd look before moving to wipe down the other side of the bar.
A'lex shakes his head and finishes his drink.
Emlyn takes a seat and allows her attention to wander to the wall.
R'val sits next to Emlyn as he gets his second drink, and grins at her, "It's been too long since I've been here...I was missing this place more than I knew."
D'ton finally finishes his inspection of the surroundings and quietly asks Marcus for some ale. Once served, he returns to reading the walls, shaking his head in disbelief.
A'lex studies the wall with interest, reading.
"Well, there was that scare with the renegades," Kindre remarks quietly, "which kept a lot of us away..."
Ro asks, wide eyed "Renegades?"
Channie sips her drink, "those troubles were all cleared up though, right?"
A'lex gives Channie a peck on the cheek and moves back to the bar.
J'lyn climbs up from the caves below.
Kindre turns and nods slowly to Ro. "I'm unsure of the circumstances, but it kept a fair amount of people clear of Boll for about a quarter of a turn. We inadvertantly flew here one eve and upset Lady Dyane something awful..."
Maylia wanders along the wall, her fingers tracing various lines of writing here and there. Her expression ranges from general confusion at some, to stiffled giggles at others.
Channie smiles warmly at A'lex, then returns her attention back to Kindre. "That's not good."
Marcus slides a mug of Bronze Dragon to A'lex.
Dirlanthir climbs up from the caves below.
J'lyn waves, looking around. "So -this- is where you all got to."
Dirlanthir peeks in curiously.
Emlyn yawns hugely. "Shells," she says apologetically to R'val. "I must still
be catching up from that late patrol the other evening. Think I'll head back
to Telgar."
Emlyn climbs down the crude ladder.
A'lex says "WOAH! That's strong! Hey J'lyn..."
R'val waves to the girl who pokes her head in, and chortles at A'lex, "What're you having that's so strong, A'lex? Hey J'lyn!"
Marcus pours J'lyn a mug of Brown Dragon.
"Marcus!" The goldrider half-yells the man's name since he's obviously avoiding her. Smiling as he cautiously approaches, she holds up her empty mug. "Another ale, please? My weyrmate is busy and I could use it." Grinning as she sees J'lyn, she waves him over. "Hello," is then offered to Dirlanthir.
J'lyn shakes his head to try and clear it. "Wow! Great Faranth!"
Channie waves hello to J'lyn and Dirlanthir and tosses back the rest of her drink. "Say Kindre, who is your weyrmate?"
Dirlanthir looks about quietly then replys with a simple, "Hello."
Maylia keeps sipping at her drink, castin a grin over her shoulder to her friends as she reads the wall. "Heya, J'lyn!" She calls, and nods to the girl.
Herath> Emlyn is still yawning when she reaches Pleiath. The green is dozing, but lifts her head as Emlyn approaches. The young woman enjoys the hot breeze and gently-waving trees in silence. After a while, she puts her dragon's straps back in place.
D'ton continues his circuit of the room, his mug of ale now half empty.
Kindre grins a bit at Channie before a light flush of pink claims her cheeks. "K'tyn. It was sort of a turnday gift," she explains with a rather goofy grin followed by a sip of ale. "I'm so happy."
R'val chuckles, "Ah, congrats on that, Kindre, you two make a cute couple."
A'lex turns to Kindre at that, "Really? Congratulations! It must be contagious."
Ro tilts her head "K'tyn? He said he had a firelizard egg he was goin' to give to me. As if one FL wasn' enough."
Kindre's head tilts slightly at A'lex. "Contagious," she wonders while taking to picking at some snacks Marcus wisely layed out.
D'ton says "What, the Benden flu?"
A'lex laughs, "No, everyone's weyrmating..."
Herath> Pleiath warbles once to her comrades before taking her rider aloft. Once in the sky, the small green salutes the watchdragon.
J'lyn sips his painfully, obscenely good strong drink slowly and mutters, "Not everybody."
Channie smiles and lifts her empty glass, "Well, congrats to you! That's wonderful news. It's so nice to see everyone pairing up."
D'ton holds up one hand, "Not me," he says, "And just as well. I'd have to clean up my lifestyle."
Channie ums, "not everyone, but those people who are pairing up."
Ro shakes her head vehemently "I'm not findin' a weyrmate, no sir."
A'lex says "Well there you go J'lyn, D'ton..."
"Who else," Kindre wonders while gazing around. "I fear I've been a bit...uh...preoccupied these past few days." Grinning wide, she nods again to Channie. "I am very happy, thank you all." Blinking at A'lex's suggestion, she then turns to the unfamiliar young woman. "Hi, I'm Kindre. Are you from Boll?"
A'lex says "Match made in... well... Telgar!"
J'lyn leers at D'ton and grins at A'lex. "He's way younger than me, and I'm guessing I'm not really his type."
D'ton finishes his drink and looks at A'lex. "Just what are you drinking anyway?"
R'val chuckles at J'lyn.
Dirlanthir turns to Kindre, guessing she's being spoken to. "Hello Kindre, out on duties and Marcus here seems to be wary of me. I've no idea why..." Gri Yes, I am." she nods.
A'lex says "Green Dragon, Bronze Dragon... woo hoo!"
Channie smiles at Kindre, and since A'lex hasn't said anything she pipes up with, "A'lex and I just made our 'weyrmating' official." She's glowing, yup.
R'val grins, "Blue dragons are the besT!"
J'lyn smirks at A'lex, then says to the room at large, "Someone cut him off."
Kindre chuckles and smiles wide at J'lyn. "Well, come sit with me for a bit? Kiat's out on duties and Marcus here seems to be wary of me. I've no idea why..." Grinning devilishly at said barkeep, she then regards Dirlanthir. "Ah, well, then I'm envious. You've a truly beautiful home here in Boll." Another surprised blink goes to the Reaches and Telgar weyrmates. "You are! Oh! My congratulations then!"
A'lex says "Faranths big gold arse you will J'lyn!"
R'val winks at Kindre, "Because you're a friend of Kassi's, Kindre. Reason enough to Fear you."
Marcus pours Channie a mug of Brown Dragon.
J'lyn settles down next to the diminutive junior weyrwoman, and rests his head on her shoulder. "Twist my arm."
D'ton says to Channie, "Don't say I didn't warn you. Because I didn't, and I'd feel al guilty about it."
Channie peers at D'ton with pale eyes and tilts her head, "warn me about what?" I am. May I have another ale?"
Kindre's eyes widen at R'val as she soundlessly offers an "oh!" Turning to catch Marcus's attention, she winks impishly at him. "You know, I'm harmless. Honest I am. May I have another ale?"
Maylia meanders away from the wall, still grinning. Might have something to do with the empty glass in her hand. She places it on the bar and in moments it's refilled. Flashing a smile of thanks to Marcus, she heads over to the group.
D'ton says seriously, "A'lex."
A'lex turns, "You warned her about me? How sweet!" He stands and heads for the bar.
Channie glances at A'lex, then at D'ton again, "about his drinking? Or about me being weyrmated with him?"
J'lyn hands Kindre his mug of Brown Dragon. "Try this. Careful, though, it's got a bit of a kick.
Marcus pours a drink for A'lex into a fluted glass.
Marcus hands A'lex a glass of Golden Dragon.
Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of R'val.
R'val orders a third Blue Dragon and sips it happily.
D'ton says ominously, "You'll find out." Then he chuckles and shakes his head. "I'm just joking! Congratulations."
"Will I be able to get home," Kindre wonders of J'lyn before sipping tentively at the drink. Wincing almost as soon as the liquid is down her throat, she blinks several times. "Great Faranth's ghost! That is strong..." Marcus seems to get some sadistic pleasure at watching the goldrider nearly choke.
R'val watches Kindre puzzledly, "What is it that's so strong, Kindre?"
A'lex walks back to the tables, this time sipping his drink instead of slamming it.
Dirlanthir looks from person to person, then she tilts her head up towards the ceiling.
J'lyn winks at R'val. "Brown Dragon."
A'lex nods to Dirlanthir, noticing her for the first time, "Evening ma'am."
R'val laughs, "Oh, they're decent. Pack quite a whollop!"
Channie looks a little shocked and draws back to peer at A'lex, "Well..." she says slowly, "I already know about the hordes of women who like him." A small sip is taken from her drink as she turns back to D'ton, "Oh geez, and here you were just teasing?" Why doesn't she look too sure.
"How long have you been in Boll," Kindre wonders of Dirlanthri. "This is mayhaps my fifth or sixth visit here, I believe, though I came in second for a vine swinging contest a couple of turns back." Overhearing Channie causes her to chuckles aloud.
D'ton says with a completely straight face. "Absolutely. And when plied with strong drink, I become .very. truthful."
Channie giggles a little to reasure herself and resumes drinking.
A'lex says "I really wouldn't say it was hordes."
J'lyn sips his drink a bit more. He mutters to Kindre, "... just the..."
R'val puts his empty glass aside, "Hrm. I'm going for something different." he regards D'thon and grins, "Don't get drunk then, the truth is embarassing.
Marcus slides a mug of Bronze Dragon to R'val.
D'ton says "Just wandering packs, really."
Kindre's brows dart up into her forehead as she grins at J'lyn. "No? Hrm..."
Channie squeezes her eye shut as she giggles into her glass.
A'lex pouts, "Two, two! Two poor senile women, and then there's this one, who's obviously beyond senile since she stayed."
J'lyn smirks at Kindre and shakes his head.
D'ton grins at R'val and says, "And best not remembered."
Dirlanthir looks down from the ceiling and nods a hello to A'lex, then gives a thoughtful look to Kindre's question and hmms.
Maylia blanches at D'ton, shaking her head. "Truth's awful stuff. Avoid it at all costs," she advises with a wink.
R'val laughs, "Oh, very true.'
D'ton goes up to A'lex and thumps him on the shoulder. "Hey, older woman man, you're ahead of me on the drinks, so what's good?"
A'lex kisses Channie on the cheek, "But I'm glad you did." He turns to D'ton, "Oh, the Bronze Dragon is good, so's the Green, and this Gold is Great!! But the Bronze'll kick ya in the butt, so be careful..."
Kindre smirks before lifting her near-empty ale mug to J'lyn, "Here's to unrequited love, then? Or lust? Took me nearly eight turns with K'tyn." Grinning at D'ton as she overhears D'ton, she offers two words: "Lave twists."
Channie lifts her hand as she leans closer to A'lex, "I'm good!"
A'lex says "Yea, but he can't have you."
J'lyn grimaces and gets himself back to the bar.
Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"
Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his elbows.
He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching up with the
tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it into a small
glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus puts away his
equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"
D'ton sniffs at A'lex's drink, and mutters, "Selfish." Eyes twinkling, he asks Kindre, "Lave what?"
A'lex looks over, "What is THAT?"
"Oh yeah!" Channie says with a snap of her fingers, as if she hadn't thought of that. "But you can have me!" Her eyes flash happily at A'lex and she leans over to steal a kiss.
Maylia snorts a chuckle at Channie and A'lex, holding up her mostly finished green dragon. "The green dragon's are good." She tells D'ton, trailing off as she turns to watch Marcus with a quizzical expression.
Dirlanthir says "Goodness, I've lived here a few turns."
J'lyn peers into his glass, and resolutely shrugs and salutes to everyone. "Been nice knowing you." Closing his eyes, he throws the entire drink into his mouth and swallows hard before setting the glass down on the bar.
Kindre looks over J'lyn curiously. "Are you...alright," she wonders before D'ton's words distract her. Verging on silly with her intake of drinks, she beams at him. "That," is said while pointing a finger at the sizzling bar, "is a Lava Twist."
D'ton looks over at Dirlanthir, and despite not having introduced himself or greeted her in any fashion previously, asks, "What's this place like in winter?"
R'val watches J'lyn as he does just that, "We may need to bury him...
J'lyn's eyes bug, his face screws itself into a painful-looking grimace and he exhales HARD. "Great Faranth!" is all he can get out before he starts gasping for breath.
D'ton regards the source of the sizzling cautiously. "That?" he asks. "Well, who wants to live forever. I'll have one too."
Kindre's mouth gapes slightly as she watches J'lyn empty the shot glass. Blinking a few times, she finally composes herself. Twisting in her seat to regard Dirlanthir again, she nods. "Ah. I've been visiting about six turns now, though with great spaces between...J'lyn! Marcus, for Faranth's sake, pour him some water!"
J'lyn shakes his head, and gasps, "Do... NOT... Order... the Thread...."
R'val regards J'lyn sympathetically, "I could've told you that."
A'lex eyes J'lyn, "Okay, I won't... yet."
"Is -that- what that was," the goldrider wonders dumbly, "Shards..."
Maylia watches J'lyn with concern, eyebrows drawn together and upwards. "Are you alright?" she asks him, before glancing down at her own glass. "Shards, I'm sure glad I picked a green dragon 'stead of that..." she mutters to herself.
J'lyn drops to his knees and crawls to a seat, nodding. "I'll be fine... I think..."
Dirlanthir muffles her laughter as she watches J'lyn gasping. "It's rather warm.." She says, reguarding D'ton's question.
R'val winks at Maylia, 'THread's one of the most potent drinks made here! It's bad. Tunnelsnake's pretty strong too.'
Dirlanthir says "An' it rains a lot."
J'lyn has reconnected. Marcus pours the water, and slides it down the bar towards J'lyn. "You don't," he says to D'ton, "Want what he had."
Kindre looks over the menu hanging above the bar. Her eyes are visibly squinted as she tries to make out the words. "Hrm...well, I keep pushing the Lava twist...I should have one. MaaaarcUS," she sing-songs in a rather loud voice. Shrugging, the bartender decides not to offer the young rider any advise.
Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the roiling liquid to Kindre.
A'lex says "That look pretty!"
D'ton considers, and leans towards Dirlanthir, "What do you think? Macho or sensible? By custom, I should really have no sense and go ahead and demand that thing.."
Kindre wipes a tear from the corner of her eye before lifting the glass in a form of toast to her friends. "Here's to the men that made us cry, here's to the men that left us dry. And here's to the men when they realize...that we don't need them in our lives!" Giggling, she shrugs before slamming the concoction down. After a moment her eyes scrunch up as she shakes her head. "G..ah..." is all she can manage. Marcus, of course, has a rather smug, satisfied grin on his face.
J'lyn, fully drunk on those two horrible drinks, leers fully at D'ton. "Be macho. Show us what you're made of, young pup."
Maylia takes a quick intake of breath, as though to ask a question, then decides better of it. Her own glass is empty, so she le-a-n-s over towards
Marcus, with a winning smile. "One for me, too, I think!" She requests, nodding towards Kindre.
R'val regards Kindre strangely for a moment, then grins, "Pardon me if I don't share th at toast," He does drink, however.
Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the roiling liquid to Maylia.
J'lyn raises his glass of water in toast with Kindre.
Kindre smirks at R'val. "I don't mind a'tall," she says before grinning wide at Maylia. "You have to do a toast first!"
Channie shakes her head, "I think I'll just stick to brown dragons. Mixing them just makes me sicker than a canine in the morning."
Dirlanthir laughs quietly. "Well, I suppose being sensible would really take the fun outta things..!"
Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"
Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his elbows.
He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching up with the
tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it into a small
glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus puts away his
equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"
R'val smirks right back, and orders another drnk.
Channie blinks, "That is a blue dragon R'val?"
R'val wiggles the glass at Channie with a smile, "Uh-huh, this is it.'
D'ton samples his new beverage extensively. Then he clears his throat and starts to speak. When no sound emerges, he clears his throat again. "Piquant, with a hint of agenothree."
R'val blinks at D'ton, "Dear me, agenothree?"
Dirlanthir smiles. "Is it good?"
Maylia gingerly picks up the glass between bandaged fingers, and raises her glass in toast. She opens her mouth, then blinks. "A toast? Oh dear..." she sets it down again to think, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Alright... "There once was a greenrider, from Telgar Weyr, Who's weyrmate was off, elsewhere," She pauses, doesn't quite rhyme. "She drank a green dragon, lava-twist was the next one, and now, I think you should see her." With that, she raises her glass, and downs the drink.
R'val grins at Kindre, 'Hey Kindre, what're you drinking now, then, gold dragons...?"
J'lyn chuckles weakly at D'ton and gets another glass of water from Marcus for the young bronzerider.
Channie giggles at Maylia and claps heartily. "say Maylia? What happened to your hand?"
Kindre chuckles and raises her ale to Maylia. "Well said, dearheart," she exclaims before shaking her head dramatically at R'val. "Ale 'tis my drink o'choice this eve."
J'lyn scrubs his hand over his face. "Yup. Numb. I'm drunk."
Kindre slides off her stool to join J'lyn. With a grin she nods. "Aye, me too. Isn't it nice?"
R'val smiles at Kindre, "Ale! Well, it's sure safer."
R'val grins at J'lyn, "Have another Thread why don't you, J'lyn?" he leers
evilly.
D'ton takes the water from J'lyn with a hint of gratitude. "Adversity," he
says to Dirlanthir, "Is good for the soul. Therefore, by such.." he coughs,
"criteria, this is very good."
D'ton says "And vaguely lemony."
Maylia gasps! And squints her eyes, shaking her head. "Shards! That's strong!" After a moment or two of wiping tears from her eyes, she waggles a bandaged hand. "Gave a couple of 'prentice healers a lift back to the Hall. Only what I didn't know was they were contagious. Or something there was."
J'lyn hugs Kin tight, and drains his water. Snorting, he says to the weenie bluerider, "After you, Blueboy."
Marcus places a glass of Sea Spike in front of J'lyn.
R'val frowns at Maylia, "What was contagious, what'd you catch, Maylia?" He looks concerned.
Channie's nose wrinkles slightly, "They were contagious? And it rubbed off on your hand? Jays!"
J'lyn tests his new drink. "Mmmm. Now this is good, and it's amazing I can taste anything after that Thread."
Kindre perks up. "Ooo, I want to try something, too!" Grinning at J'lyn's hug, she moves up towards the bar again. "Oh, shards Maylia," she says quietly gazing over the young woman's hand with a concerned expression.
Marcus places a glass of TunnelSnake in front of Kindre, "Enjoy"
Marcus puts on a thick leathis apron, thick gloves and puts a thick cloth over
his mouth and nose, unstopping a metal container, filling a metal goblet and
handing it to Kindre at arm's length.
Dirlanthir smiles, laughing quietlyas she nods.
With a wrinkled nose, Maylia answers, "Some rash, red and -itchy-. I had no clue till I was there last night. But they bandaged me up well, and it won't interfere with my duties... or..." she glances at the empty glass."
J'lyn chuckles. "I hope you told Tas ahead of time, Maylia."
D'ton says "Hm. So if you put your hand on someone's shoulder, would the shoulder get the rash?"
R'val grimaces, "Sounds nasty, Maylia, I hope it's contained.'
Kindre gazes over the dull color of the shot. "Feh, this won't be a thing...and I've even got a toast!" Watching the drink as it slowly changes color, she raises it and says, "Here's to Benden! The old and the brave. Here's to Telgar. Weyr we're to save. Here's to Boll's beaches...where we get our tan...Finally, to the Lounge! And dear Lady Dyane!" With that, the liquid disappears into her mouth.
Maylia looks decidedly uncomfortable. "Well, no..." she answers J'lyn. "Couldn't tell him, 'cause I didn't know why my hands were itchy." To D'ton, she nods. "At least, 'till they got bandaged. I think even if I picked up something, and someone touched it, then they might catch it."
R'val hrms, "Sounds really contagious indeed."
Kindre coughs a bit and again shakes her head. "Jui..ce..." she begs of Marcus, who takes his sweet time getting it to her. Not even able to offer a "thank you," she drowns half the glass before sighing. "I'm done."
R'val grins at Kindre, and turns back to Maylia, looking concerned.
Maylia starts to look a little unfocussed as she nods to R'val. "C'ntagious f'r sure. A lotta the 'prentices have the rash." She giggles. "Say, Marcus, could I try a blue dragon? Nah, don't worry. I'm OK, and I've scrubbed ev'thing I could thikn of th'I might've touched." Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of Maylia.
D'ton seems to have conveniently forgotten about the remaining finger's worth of Thread in his glass in his concern for Maylia. He remains politely attentive to the unfolding saga.
R'val watches Maylia closely, "Oh, trying a blue dragon, eh?" he smiles approvingly, "I think you'll like it."
Maylia delicately holds the thin-stemmed glass between her bandaged fingers, and grins at everyone. "Don't look so stunned! It's jus'a rash. T'won't kill anyone, just itches like... like..." unable to come up with a witty comparison, she shrugs. "Like anythin'" With that, she sips the drink.
D'ton stares off into space for a moment, then comments, "Well, 'm going to head back and see if Sia.." he breaks off, looking down at what remains of his drink. Rashly, he gulps down the rest of it. Winces one more time, and gestures vaguely. "See you all later," he says, and to Dirlanthir he adds, "And nice meeting you."
Kindre giggles. "Like an old T'readscore scar," she offers before lifting her juice. Seems to be a new favored passtime of her tonight.
Dirlanthir nods to him "Nice meeting you."
Marcus pours a glass of iced tea and hands it to Dirlanthir with a smile.
A'lex finishes his drink and notices his sleeping weyrmate, he just shakes his head.
Kindre waves to D'ton. "Clear skies and take care! We'll see you back at the Weyr," she says and grins. Just to grin. Moving away from the bar, she plops down onto one of the couches.
J'lyn leers as D'ton stumbles past him to head out. "See ya, young pup."
Maylia grins in a hazy appreciation for the blue drink, and raises her glass to D'ton. "Skies!" She says, forgetting the first word. Oh well. "Right. Like an old 'scor." She agrees with Kindre, never mind the fact that she's not got any scores yet, let alone old ones.
A'lex smirks at J'lyn.
Dirlanthir takes the iced tea, setting it down again quickly as it's rather cold.
D'ton climbs down the crude ladder.
R'val raises his glass to D'ton and nudges Maylia, smiling, "Watch it, they pack one heck of a punch Maylia, don't get yourself drunk!"
"Imth...I ath...I aaaam..." Kindre tries to speak before sighing. "Juice." There. That's all she meant anyhow.
With an oh-so-serious shake of her head in the general direction of R'val, assuring him, "Not gonna get drunk!" with a grin. Of course, Maylia's correct. She already is.
Dirlanthir rubs her cold hands together quickly and then takes up her glass, sipping at it.
R'val snorts wryly at Maylia, and grins.
J'lyn finishes his Sea Spike, and looks in the general direction of the bartender. "What should I try next?"
Kindre bobs her head several times with great enthusiam. "Neither me," she annouces before giggling.
Marcus pours a drink for J'lyn into a fluted glass.
Marcus hands J'lyn a glass of Golden Dragon.
Maylia looks blurrily at her bandaged hands. "Hey! They don'itch any more!" She downs the last of her blue dragon. "I've founda cure f'r th'rash! I think I'll have'nother!"
A'lex wanders back towards the bar....
R'val nudges Maylia, "Silly, you'll get sick."
Kindre laughs and nods her head hard enough to likely send it rolling from her shoulders...if it were not attached. "You are dah Healer! Hrm...maybe if I phuht it on m'shoulder it'll stop being itchylike..." Marcus pours A'lex a mug of Brown Dragon.
J'lyn drains half of his glass, and smacks his lips loudly. "Now THAT'S good!"
Dirlanthir quickly finishes off her tea, setting the glass on the bar. "I'd best be going. Nice meeting all of you..."
Maylia wiggles her bandaged fingers best she can at R'val. "Nah - see! M'fingers are better, they don't itch. It's makin' me better, not sick!" She would appear to have lost any healer-oriented knowledge or common sense she once posessed in her alcoholic haze.
Kindre looks up and smiles to Dirlanthir. "It was nice to meet you, too..." she manages in understandable tones before waving.
Dirlanthir waves with a smile and heads out.
Dirlanthir climbs down the crude ladder.
A'lex grins at Maylia, "Wha'd ya do?"
Kindre looks around the cavern a bit curiously. "Hrm. I used tah play this game...like with pointy things yah tossed at wood." As she continues to peer at the walls, Marcus gets a rather alarming look upon his face. Sliding her gaze around, Kindre catches it and smiles wide. "No, no, no, no...not knifeses silly. Darts! That's it! I want a dart game." Her arms cross stubbornly over her chest as if a child awaiting a demanded bubblie.
Maylia waves to the departing Bollian girl, and picks up the glass again, having been refilled by the so helpful barkeep. "Thank'ou Marcus! Anyone ev'r told you you're -won-derful?" she asks, before blinking after Dirlanthir. "Bye! See y'soon! Who is she, anyways?"
A'lex says "Oh! Darts! Yes!!! My da taught me to play!"
"Yes," Marcus replies to Maylia while still eyeing Kindre. "Aphrael. She's my little bluerider muffin."
A'lex snorts at THAT comment.
J'lyn shakes his head. "No, I think that darts would be bad in your condition, Kin, luv."
"Well she's -right-." Maylia proclaims, raising her glass to Marcus. "Darts? Y'r going to throw darts at a muffin?" The inebriated young rider asks. "No. Tha's not right..."
R'val sits near Maylia and nudges her, grinning, "So, how many of me do you see?" he teases Maylia.
Kindre rolls her eyes while waving her hands. "Wherry's breath hon," she replies to J'lyn. "Maaaarcus! Where's dah darts??!"
Maylia studies R'val for a moment longer than it should take to answer his question. "One. Silly," and with that she giggles. "Wha'kinda question is that?"
A'lex nods, "Darts!"
Kindre giggles at Maylia and shakes her head. Marcus gets a tad defensive as he slams a glass into the water behind the bar. "No one...no one! Would ever be so insane as to throw darts at MY little muffin. Not even Kassi's "What's In The Bottle" could keep me from saving her!" Kindre bobs her head with A'lex and looks at J'lyn with big baby bovine eyes. "Darts?"
A'lex grins at Channie as she wakes, "Hey we're gonna play darts."
J'lyn shakes his head. "Not I, Kin. Nope nope nope. I'm bad enough with knives when I'm sober."
Maylia snorts at Marcus, shaking her head. "Who'd throw darts at a muf'n?"
Channie rubs her eyes and grabs a small hanky to clean up the drool that escaped her lips. "huh? Wha?" Yup, she's really with it.
R'val beams, "So true, Maylia."
A'lex says "Mmmm, muffin... is there anything to eat here?"
"Whimries!" The request comes from Kindre just as Marcus cringes. "Here's the deal," he says in his Head Steward like tone, "No darts and I'll get some whimry sandwiches. Deal?"
A'lex says "No darts?"
A'lex looks ready to pout. A big Bronzerider pout.
J'lyn says "No darts, 'Lex.""
Kindre blinks while she considers the offer. "Well...if we get darts, we can thweaten to thwow thwem at you to get th'sandwiches."
Maylia looks skeptical. "Just wha'are these sandwhishes?" After a moment. "They've gotta be bett'r th'n throwin darts atta soggy'ol muffin."
Channie leans over against A'lex and snuggles up close. No prouting bronzies allowed.
R'val wrinkles his nose, "Whimry sandwiches. Yuck."
J'lyn patpats the big bronze baby. "It'll be okay..."
A'lex turns to Kindre, "Oh great, now he'll NEVER give us the darts."
Kindre's eyes widen considerably as she explains. "Oh! They are just the most marvelous sandwiches in all of Pern! Almost...jus' almost...as good as Ofwira's kiwi muffins..." Sticking her tongue out at R'val and chuckling, she says to A'lex. "Bedder dan darts."
A'lex says "Wait, what's a whimry?"
R'val sticks his tongue right back out, "Nuttin's as good as Ofira's kiwi muffins!"
Maylia blinks at her now empty again glass. But can't seem to think of what to do about it. "Whim.. whim... a wherry out on a whim? No, that's limb."
Kindre takes her left hand and levels it with her chin. "Piece of bread, kinda brown bread," she begins her tutorial of whimries. "Then they put cheese spread an' budder and ovine meat and then more budder...then another piece of bread. Yummy!"
Channie asks, "What's budder?"
Channie sits up straight so she's not leaning on A'lex, in case the bronzie
doesn't like it.
Kindre blinks at Channie and grins. "Budder...y'know...the yellow stuff yah put on bread..."
"Tha's it?" Maylia asks. "Butt'r an cheese an meat, b'tween bread?" She looks rather confused. "I'd rather a muff'n. Without th'darts stickin outta it. Tha's why we need a board."
A'lex says "Sound like lots of bud-- butter."
R'val grins, "She means butter, but she's drunk!"
A'lex flails his hands at Marcus and barks something relatively incoherent.
Marcus puts on a thick leathis apron, thick gloves and puts a thick cloth over his mouth and nose, unstopping a metal container, filling a metal goblet and handing it to A'lex at arm's length.
Channie gasps! "She's drunk?? She didn't even wait for me??"
A'lex says "Doesn't matter, you brought me a drink anyway.... what is it?"
Maylia smiles as winningly as a drunk girl can. "An'whattabout drun'greenriders? HmmmmMmm?"
Marcus grins evilly, "Drink it and find out."
Kindre bobs her head and grins at A'lex. "Yup. S'why they're so good! And somethin' else...I fergit...but they good." Wrinkling her lips while she ponders something, she then bobs her head at Maylia. "Muffins are good. Ofiwa's muffins are dah best."
R'val winks at Maylia, "Drunk greenriders are NICE!"
A'lex nods, and drinks the way only stupid drunks can, but he spits a bit of it across the table at "Ofiwa."
A'lex says "Ofiwa? How wong have yew been tawking?"
Channie giggles at R'val and winks, "Drunk brownriders are NICE too!"
R'val winks at Nie, "They sure are, and cute too.'
A'lex sits up, "I'm always nice... wait, I'm not a brwonrider. Am I?"
R'val fehs, "Yer nothin' but a bronzerider A'lex!"
Maylia turns that winning smile at R'val, head listing a little. "Really? Nice?" She pouts. "Oh, s'brownriders'r cute too..."
Kindre puts an arm around J'lyn and grins impishly. "Indeed they are, R'val!" Tilting her head like a confused bovine when it hears wingbeats overhead, she says to A'lex. "Huh? Oh, uh..." her fingers shoot out as she counts them for a moment. Looking up, she notes in a proud tone, "Terwenty plus turns! Dat's how lon' I've been tawking." Channie flutters her lashes and winks again at R'val, "of course brownriders are nice, and cute! But only when they've been drinking too much."
A'lex stops his curious stare at R'val to laugh at Kindre. Spilling some marks on the table he calls, "The next round is on me!"
Channie says "What do you mean next round, I thought you were buying for us all night A'lex."
Marcus pours Channie a mug of Brown Dragon.
"Woohoo," is all Kindre offers while moving back over to the bar. "Marfus, I'd like another ale thingy...it a purty glass please." As the barkeep eyes her suspiciously, she points at the bronzerider's marks. "He'f payin!"
Marcus gets a large mug and, holding it under a tap, pours out a thick amber,
almost brown liquid with a rich, foamy head on it and hands it to Kindre
Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of R'val.
R'val hiccups, "Ok, maybe yer not so bad, A'lex....Buyin' drinks and all..."
Maylia peers at her glass and thinks. So hard it's visible. "I'll have a Gold dragn." She says, finally deciding. "Nonono, a bronze. Yeah. A bronze."
Marcus slides a mug of Bronze Dragon to Maylia.
A'lex grins at his sudden popularity... LOVE THAT!
R'val nudges Maylia and grins at her drunkenly, "Blue's the best.'
"We've got t'ose at home, Maylia," Kindre remarks after sipping her ale. "Why get 'em here," she adds with a giggle.
J'lyn grins at A'lex, and orders himself another drink, not caring or realizing what it is that he's ordering.
Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"
Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his elbows.
He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching up with the
tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it into a small
glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus puts away his
equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"
Maylia leans against R'val, batting her eyelashes. "Blues' best? I'm not sure, I've only tried bronze." And with that she takes her first sip of the drink. Oh dear. She's drunk. Giggling, she pulls herself upright again, and dissolves into giggles at Kindre.
A'lex says "Wahs that?""
Marcus mumbles something about said bronzeriders coming to get their annoying little weyrmates out of his hair while wiping the tears from his eyes at pouring that recent drink. *Ker-plunk!* A platter laden with whimry sandwiches is plopped before the riders on the bar.
J'lyn foolishly downs his second Thread of the evening, and just shudders and shakes his head violently. "They g't bett'r aft y'r f'rst."
Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the roiling liquid to A'lex.
Kindre smirks, "So do th' bronzeriders," she adds to J'lyn's comment with another fit of giggles.
A'lex looks at Marcus, "That's not what he got."
R'val tickles Maylia teasingly, "Well, once you're done that bronze, baby, try a blue. They're COOOOL!"
J'lyn finds Kin's comment insanely funny and collapses in gales of hysterical laughter.
A'lex turns and tries to glare at Kindre, but really has trouble finding her. Instead, he looks like he's trying to hold in a sneeze.
Maylia giggles, takes a sip, and giggles again. "Really!?!" She asks Kindre. "I didn'think they -could- get'ny better?" She appears stunned at the concept.
A'lex says "Once you've had A'lex, you never go A'becx..."
This is apparently very funny to the Bronzerider as he falls on the floor on
A'lex says "Oh, dear!"
J'lyn snorts. "Let's test said theory, shall we, A'lex?" he says, winking at Channie.
"Weeeeell," Kindre replies before pausing to chuckle at A'lex, "I don' know...if they do, hoo boy. Mayhapers 'tis jus' me..."
R'val wrinkles his nose, and gets himself another blue, and burps loudly as he finishes it.
Maylia eyes the sandwiches, taking a long gulp of her drink. "Awwright, so
J'lyn says "No, Maylia. Whirmy." Shaking his head, he continues. "No, that's not quite right..."
Channie sways in her seat and giggles quiet loudly at A'lex as he flops out of his chair. "Oh, I dunnoooo...I did'na know he'd had other people sampling his..um...his brew..."
Kindre drinks more of her ale before sing-songing: "A'lex and J'lyn, sittin' inna weyr, k-i-s-s-i...hrm," she turns to Maylia. "Oh! 'Tis whimries! Wheh-im-reeeeeeeeeees..."
A'lex pulls himself up using the bar as a crutch, he looks at J'lyn, "Come gives us a kiss--- NOT! I'm a one weyrmate man." He tries to focus on Channie... but it's tough. SHARDIT, he knows she's there, so he just grins.
Maylia says "They'd bett'r not be wormy..."
Channie giggles at A'lex and then at J'lyn, "don't kiss him! He might not want to come back to me after something like that! What if you kiss better'n me??"
A'lex says "IMPOSHIBLE!"
A'lex says "That thing you do... with the tongue..."
A'lex falls back down.
J'lyn giggles at Channie. "You can have him, I don't want him, he's too young for me."
R'val grins at Nie, "He can't possibly do that, he's nowhere near as cute as YOU are!"
Channie tosses back the rest of her drink and then promptly sprays it back out about to eat here you goofy bronzetized thing ya..." as she hears A'lex, "WHA? Wha thing?"
"I wunner if he doth..." Kindre muses and sips her ale again. Wrinkling her face up listening to A'lex, she mocks Kassima's famous gag-motions. "Hewwo? I'm about to eat here you goofy bronzetized thing ya..."
A'lex is too busy laughing to answer.
R'val looks hungry, "Eat? Eat what??
A'lex says "Wimmy sangwiches!"
Maylia for some reason finds this talk of kissing and tongues to be hilarious, and giggles! Then yelps, as she's hit with a fine spray of whatever drink it is that Channie just snarfed. "Hey! Yer s'posed t'drink it, not ... do what've ya did." she states, then dissolves into giggles yet again.
Channie fixes R'val with a glowing, although very drunk, smile. "I'm the KOOoyt one!" She agrees modestly.
Kindre's eyes widen as she looks over the plattter and nods, then shakes, her head at A'lex. Seemingly exasperated, she re-pronounces. Much as a drunken person can. "Whe...WHE-IM-REEEEEE...they's whimries!"
R'val snatches one from Kindre's plate, "Yum!"
A'lex slowly pulls himself back up the bar, and tumbles to the floor again. Marcus just grins and he pulls his hand back from the push that felled the Bronzerider. "That's what I said, Wimmy. I brought the sangwich wimmy!"
Maylia wipes the side of her face, and reaches for the sandwiches. Peeling back the bread from the top of one, she peers at it. And blinks, trying to focus on it. "Wha's in't agin? Ne'r heard ova whirry b'fore."
Channie attempts to away brush the drink she sprayed all over herself. Marcus sighs and heads over to her table with a cloth and helps get the little brownrider all cleaned up. "I spill't it!" Nie laments, allowing Marcus to swab her leather's free of drink.
A'lex gets half way up and staggers back to the table, flopping into his seat next to Channie, where he re-discovers his abandoned Tunnel Snake. "Oh! There you went!"
Kindre picks another sandwich from the large platter on the bar and checks its innards. "Ah, right," she mutters to the sandwich before speaking to her friends. "A whimpy..wrinny...whimmsty...whimry! That's it! 'Tis budder an' bread an' ovine meat an' budder an'...uh...budder. An' sompthin' else too, I fergit."
Channie blinks over at A'lex as Marcus steps hurriedly away. "I t'ought you lef me! I was all 'lone!"
R'val munches contentedly on his sandwich, and lets out a manly belch, "Yum!" He declares, washing it down with Kindre's ale. Oops, he grabbed the wrong cup.
Marcus pours Channie a mug of Brown Dragon. Grinning, she decides to attempt another drink.
Kindre pushes her now tainted ale back at R'val. "'Tis yours...bluerider germs..." Grinning, she decides to attempt another drink.
A'lex shakes his head, then waits for the room to stop spinning, "Nope, right here."
Maylia blinks at how often that one ingredient is mentionned, but scoops up the sandwich she'd dissected. "S'lotta budder." She states, biting into it. "S'how come they're called whirry, 'stead'f budder sandwhishes?"
J'lyn suddenly looks a bit worried... "Um.... ques-chun... Wher's the privy?"
Kindre shrugs at Maylia as she finishes her bite of sandwich. "I donno...dat's what I was told 'twere called."
Channie peers all squint-eyed at A'lex, "you gunna puke? Don' puke on me!"
R'val blinkblinks at Kindre, "What's mine? Oh! Shardit, I drank yer ale, didn't I? Sorry!" He blushes.
Kindre blinks. "Huh? He's going to R'alf?"
A'lex hahs, "Not at all."
"Keep it," Kindre grins at R'val, "I wanna try somphin new."
R'val grins at Kindre, and blurts, "Blue dragon!"
Channie frowns and says aloud, "no, we not going to Fort Weyr. I don't even like Fort weyr!
A'lex says "Bronze Dragon..."
A'lex says "Great drink."
Maylia laughs around her bite of whimry sandwich, managing to swallow it down. "No'bad!" She says, though she's probably incapable of experiencing the sensation known to most as flavour by now. Her tastebuds must be about as numb as her fingers.
R'val beams at Maylia, "You like?"
Kindre shakes her head. "No, no...hrm...Marcus love, what do I want?" Grinning almost evilly at the goldrider, the barkeep offers, "Your own weyr and a warm bronzerider in it? Someone else to call 'love' besides me?" Blinking indignantly, Kindre's jaw just drops. Sighing, he passes her some wine. "Here. You're mostly harmless on this."
A'lex turns to Channie and makes little "feed me" meeping noises.
Marcus places a glass of Benden white in front of Kindre.
Channie sways slightly and looks at A'lex, "I'm gunna impress'a A'lex.
J'lyn dances around, making little uncomfortable noises. "Excuse me..."
J'lyn climbs down the crude ladder.
Channie grabs one of the sandwich-things and holds it towards A'lexth.
Kindre giggles at Channie. "Aw...don' fergit to dangle it enticingly..." she teases.
J'lyn climbs up from the caves below.
R'val glances after J'lyn and makes a face, "I think he's gonna barf."
J'lyn whews. "Much better..."
J'lyn shakes his head. "Nope. Hadda pee."
R'val grimaces, "Didn't want details. iew!"
A'lex leans forward to snatch the food from Channie.
"Where'd ya go dearest," Kindre wonders of J'lyn before a slow...really slow...realization dawns on her even as he confirms it with words. "Oh. Neat."
Channie jerks the food out of reach just before A'lex can get it and giggles. "Kooyt!"
A'lex does his best imitation of a creel, it's painfull.
Maylia chortles, bobbing her head towards the ladder. "Lookout fer yellow puddles at the bott'm then." She states, with a grave tone.
R'val tickles Maylia suddenly, "Silly girl!"
Kindre's nose wrinkles up as she giggles at Maylia. "Ew...and they'd be hard to see in dat jungle stuffs..."
J'lyn giggles. "I went off into the underbrush a bit."
Maylia squeels to match A'lex's attempt at a creel, and slides off her seat.
Channie ouches and swats at A'lex for hurting her ears. "Hey!"
Kindre winces at A'lex's sounds before sighing a bit. "We shoul' go...it be late and we'll be missed afore too longish..."
R'val laughs, "Sorry!" he picks Maylia up, literally, and plops her back in her seat.
J'lyn shakes his head. I don't think I can visualize well enuf."
Channie makes the sandwich dance. Look, the amazing dancing sandwich, it does the tango, it does the twist. Too bad A'lex isn't getting any of it yet.
A'lex says "Like we're any use to anyone now anwyat."
Kindre's expression gets very wan. Marcus seems worried and mentions Toileth's rider R'alf again. Just as he is scurrying to procure a pail to place in front of her, Kindre snaps out of it. "Heraph says she can't see a thing in mah head..."
A'lex pouts, "GIMME!"
Maylia emits what might be a soft eeep! As she's plunked back into her chair, and blinks wonderingly at R'val as her surroundings abruptly change again. "Wha?" She looks around, her gaze falling on her glass of bronze dragon. "I dinn'spill it!" No wonder. She's downed it all.
R'val grins, "Prolly can't see through all the alkyhol, Kin!"
R'val nudges Maylia, "Cuz yer done it. Try a blue dragon!!!
Channie giggles and brushes the sandwich against A'lex's nose. "heeh!"
Kindre shrugs and chuckles. "Mayhaps not! Hmph. I hate sleeping here," she half-whines and then calls for another ale.
A'lex says "Sleep here? Nononon... we need a designated visualizer... but Nraith won't ask anyone nearby, he's still mad at me for yelling at him about that Green."
Maylia produces her winning smile again, blurrily aimed at R'val. "Tas mighnot like't... oh!" She giggles. "Dragon, not rider. OK." And once again the smile is directed at the bartender. "Maaarcuuus! CuldI haff a blue?"
R'val snickers at Maylia, covering his mouth as he tries not to laugh.
Channie pushes the sandwich at A'lex to see if he's going to eat it still. "What gweeen?"
Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of Maylia.
Channie mutters to A'lex, "NOooo,... just... here!"
Marcus mutters something about wishing it were Kassima here instead of this bunch, but quickly fills Maylia's order. "Here you go," he says audibly before a quiet "you drunken lass."
A'lex bites lamely at the dancing sandwich. "In the courtyard over at Boll."
Ro smiles almost shyly as she asks "So, with all this experimenting, anyone have a drink to recommend.
A'lex says "Yes, Ro, the flying A'lesh. No, that's not a drink. Bronze Dragon, yea!"
Channie baps A'lex with the cold sandwich, "she can't ahve the flying A'lesh!"
Maylia manages a very dignified, "Tanka!" as if she actually managed to pronounce it right. "So'r drunken lassess bedder thn not drunk'n lassesss?" She asks the barkeep, before raising her blue-filled glass. "T'Marcus. 'Cause he's so ... so-o-o," A pause. Then with eloquence, or an attempt at it, "Great."
R'val pokepokes Maylia, "So, ya like it??"
A'lex raises his glass, "Hear here!"
Ro eyes A'lex skeptically.
Marcus slides a mug of Bronze Dragon to Ro.
A'lex says "You'll love it Ro, if'n it doesn't kill ya!"
Marcus makes a gruff, "hmph," before answering Maylia. "Depends on my mood, lassy. And I'm hardly in the mood. 'Less Aphrael was here." Sighing wistfully, she shrugs and moves away to find more snacks for the camped out riders.
Maylia bobbs her head to R'val, even before taking a sip of her drink. "Yup. I've had one... no. Two already. 'Twas blueriders..." She blushes. "Oh, ne'ermind."
Ro sips from her mug carefully, but sputters at A'lex's words.
Channie lays the unfinished sandwich on the table and resums her her drinking.
Once Channie puts the sandwich down A'lex remembers he hungry and nabs it off
A'lex says "Ha!"
Kindre giggles at Maylia and shakes her head. "Then ya must try brown...belif me!" Taking her own advice, she passes the ale back towards the inner edge of the bar and calls Marcus back to pour her a new drink. Sitting on her stool, her boots on its lower foot-ring, she uses the bar to hold herself up.
Marcus pours Kindre a mug of Brown Dragon.
Ro eyes A'lex again "What d'you mean?"
A'lex says "They're shtrong, sip, don't swig...."
Ro nods and sips cautiously, warily.
Channie hmphs at A'lex and lifts up her chin
A'lex licks Channie's chin, mimicing her hmph.
"Oh...mah..." Kindre utters quietly as she slips off her stool. Wavering as she walks over to the couch, spilling some of her drink on the floor, she places it on an end table before plopping down. Half-pouting, she notes generally, "I'm tired."
Channie giggles and rocks back in her chair. *FLOP* The chair falls over with the brownrider still in it, "Oooh...oowwie!"
Maylia rather quickly polishes off the blue dragon, grinning at Ro. "He meant sumthin he shouldn't've, s'far's Nie's c'ncerned." She nods to the licking activity. "Li'that."
A'lex laughs, "Are you okay?" He keeps laughing, but he looks concerned.
Ro eeewws "If anyone tries licking me their gettin' this drink down their shirt!"
Kindre just blinks at Channie. "Oh, Faramph's goldy sharbs...are ya awright Chawwie?"
Channie's feet kick, but she seems unable to right herself. "help! I can't get uuupp!!"
R'val stands up, yelps loudly, and falls down on his butt, "OW!!"
A'lex holds a hand out to Chawwie.
Maylia can't decide where to look. Ro, who she's giggling at, Kindre, who's nearly faling over, Channie, who has, and R'val who fell down. Finally, she asks the latter, "You OK?"
Channie waves her hand around, blinking burry eyes towards A'lex. "Ah-oh!"
R'val holds up his hand, and whimpers, "Help me up, Maylia? The room is spnin..spinnernin...movin' fast."
A'lesh kneels next to Chawwie to help her up. "C'man...
Ro moves lightly, near silent and, in contrast to the others, sober -- to offer Channie a hand up.
Chawwie grumbles and then reaches both hands out to A'lesh. "Hep me up!"
Maylia holds out her hand, wrapped round with bandages, towards R'val. "Y'sure y'want up, them? If'n th'rooms spinnin?"
Kindre just sits and bobs her head. "Sprinnin'...yup. I'm gonna lay down." Doing just thank she lifts her legs atop the small couch she was sitting on and rests her head on the armrest. "Ah. Bewwer."
Ro takes another sip of bronze dragon.
"One down, too many to go," whispers Marcus as he stands behind the bar, arms laced in front of his chest.
A'lesh tries pulling Chawwie off the floor.
Chawwie holds onto A'lesh and allows the bronzerider to lift her up. It's not like she's a heavy little thing. She clings onto him till her legs decide to work again. "Aw-bedda!"
A'lesh sighs, "Yupyup, all bedda."
Kindre sighs as she regards her friends from a sideways vantage point. "Ewewybody bedda? Oh, budder? I wan' another sandwish..."
Maylia scoops up a sandwich, as R'val's not grabbed her hand, and totters over to Kin. "Here? I's got somethin called a whirry in't, tho." The bandaged hand extends the buttery-cheesy-meaty treat towrds Kindre.
Chawwie wavers on her feet and leans heavily against A'lex, "I don' have'a pwace to sit!"
Kindre lifts her head a slight amount...or tries to. It was apparently more effort than the rider was willing to give as she head quickly goes back onto the cushion. Reaching for the sandwich again, she notes, "Whimry...'tis a whimry that you offer me. Tanky."
A'lesh points to his chair, "Sit there, I'll fix yours for mes."
J'lyn claps his hands over his mouth before he can say anything to Channie's remark, eyes going wide.
A'lesh looks over at J'lyn, "Bad Gwreenwrider!"
Chawwie flops down heavily into A'lesh' chair and blinks owlishly around the room, "dis no fun."
Maylia grins rather sloppily at Kin, and totters back to the bar, perhaps unwisely. "A brownrider? I mean dragon?" The young greenrider asks. While she waits for Marcus to pour the drink for her, she leans against the bar, blinking.
Marcus pours Maylia a mug of Brown Dragon.
Ro takes yet another sip of her bronze dragon and begins to giggle.
Kindre nibbles on her sandwich tiredly. After only a few bites, she drops it beside her unfinished drink and then lets her eyes shut slowly...
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