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Harper's Tale - December 10, 2001,
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Main Hall and Ballroom
The echoing space of the formal Ballroom is a mosaic of mosaics. The floor is covered with a precise and colorful ocean, slim pillars of smooth marble reaching up to support the balcony overhead. The low, flat ceiling decorated with bright golden-yellows and reds in a depiction of a partial eclipse of Rukbat. Beyond the cover of the balcony, the space rises in an airy arch far overhead, an ironwork window round over the gracefully curving marble staircase.
An elaborate mural lines the walls, stretching from the mosiac on the floor to the ceiling. One the 'northwall' and 'southwall' are portraits of some of Pern's influential Masterharpers. The 'eastwall' and 'westwall' show aspects of harper life.
Watching from a bit of artistically carved lintel are Dawnwind, Disaster, Chutza, Anuran, Poseidon, and Judithe.
You see Muff and Leyte here.
Nysah is here.
Obvious exits:
Artist's Workshop Archive Vault Harper Office Harper Classroom Shainman Rehearsal Hall Great Hall Instrument Workshop Curving Stairways
You stand in the Harper's main room.

Nysah appears rather downcast that nobody noticed... except for one firelizard that's going back to sleep!
Nysah gazes around the hallway, and then spots Liesana immediately. "Good evening," she says in a farcically deep voice. She curtseys.

You notice Nysah gazing upon your form.

Liesana strolls into the ballroom, a collection of scrolls, hides, and other information storage devices threatening to escape from her arms as she makes her way to the Archives. "Looking for someone?" she queries to the girl, pausing not one whit in her strolling. "And evening? I /am/ missing sleep, but I could swear it's but a few hours into the morning."

Liesana
Almond shaped eyes of amber warmth glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features, while crimson-pink lips reflect a range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. Liesana is petite, despite a medium stature of 16.2 hands, slim figure carrying not a trace of extra flesh, although her muscles are toned and well defined. She does lay claim to her share of feminine charms, however. Wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar born callouses on her fingertips and several old scars on her arms hint that here is one who does nothing halfheartedly.
Peasant-styled shirt of eye-catching white flutters loosely about her form, fitting closely only at the cuffs, and where a grey cloth vest cinches it in, leaving the hourglass of her figure clearly visible. The vest sports a vee-cut front, so that the lacings of the peasant shirt are also visible. Black denim slacks fit closely, leaving no excess fabric to flap irritatingly, and the outfit is completed by leather boots, also dyed black, that reach to mid-calf and are equally suited for riding or walking. Her hair is gathered in a low runner's tail, and small earrings of onyx stone glitter on her ears. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her perch-of-choice, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder.
Blue and white twine in a double cord knot of single loop and long tail, a ribbon of red accenting. Fastened prominently to it is a roundel badge bearing a blue harp. Combined, all this finery heralds a Journeyman of the Harpercraft, posted to Smith Hall no less!
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Blue-edged Message Hide, Angelique
You notice Liesana gazing upon your form.
Liesana is 23 Turns, 9 months, and 22 days old.

Nysah stands up straight again. "Good morning, " she says in a more normal voice. Maybe she was just play-acting. Probably. "Yes, I'd like to be a member of this hall -- I know you mentioned a Journeyman when we met -- a -- a -- " she tries hard to remember, her eyelashes fluttering hard as she looks toward the ceiling.

Nysah sighs, in a falsetto tone. Probably nursing a grievance against something or somebody.

Liesana blinks, and with a glance at the escaping scrolls, transfers them to a nearby bench so she can talk. She attempts to place the girl before her, peering at her more closely. "Hmmm... Ah! Yes, I remember you now. You're the trader girl that wanted to join Smith... The one in love with dramatics." Or /melo/dramatics, she muses privately. But no need to be rude.

Nysah steps toward Liesana delicately and stops within conversational distance. "That's right, and Mother was o so upset that I didn't join the smith hall, believe you me. But what's a girl to do? I can't join that rotten hall -- I don't even /like/ metalwork! I'd rather be with you," she sighs, gazing dreamily at Liesana. Unlike Liesana, she's pretty straightforward about how she thinks and feels.
Nysah offers, "I can sing, too -- I can sing all day. My brothers used to beg me to stop." There's a nice promise for you.

Liesana arches an eyebrow. "Well, singing is always a good thing. As you'll no doubt be doing quite a lot of it, if accepted. On the other hand, quantity doesn't always mean quality..." This whole Somber and Serious Journeyman thing is much easier to do when dead on one's feet.

Nysah clasps her hands to her breast. Starry-eyed, she murmurs, "It sounds so perfectly wonderful, how does one get in!?"

Poseidon notices Nysah looking at him.

Liesana arches an eyebrow, looking dry. "Do you really know the first thing about what Harpers actually /do/?" she queries, glancing over at the pile of scrolls on the bench.

Nysah draws herself up regally -- no, really. "Bring on your test if you will!" she cries with a hint of steel in her voice or at least in a voice that is meant to carry a hint of steel, although it gets a bit squeaky at the end. In time, Nysah's voice will ripen, probably, but she's not there yet. Nevertheless, she seems immune to any discouragement or even (cough) aspersions on her character. No, that all is unthinkable. "I will struggle onward -- through ice and snow if need be -- and if I fail and sink down to the inglorious homes of the dead -- yes, Liesana" (you did tell her who you were, sorry now?) "even there I will strive to sing -- and -- and act until the end of Time!"
Nysah gives you a pieteous (that's piteous), grieving look.

Liesana sighs, and settles on the bench beside her hides. Normally, she'd play along, but we have a sleep deprived Liesana on our hands, and therefore she's being painfully dry. "A test... I /ought/ to test to see whether you can carry on a level-headed conversation for five minutes without dramatics," she half-growls. Although a petite young woman really can't growl properly. "But, I believe you are unclear of the primary purpose of Harpers. We are not forever gadding about Pern with a song on out lips and drama in our manner -- There is a time and a place for that." She stands, and begins a slow pacing, hands clasped behind her back as she informs, in tempo with her walk, that "Harpers are teachers. Of ballads and letters and figures, and also of manners and tolerance. Should you be accepted, you will be taught in the arts of performance, but you will spend equal time learning History. Archives. Law. Mediation. And music theory."

Everest hurries down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway.
Mynd walks with silent footsteps in through an arch from the great hall.

Nysah seems somewhat surprised by Liesana's assessment of her manner. Labelling the older girl/woman as a cantankerous-professor type, she drifts closer to the bench. She sits down on the bench next to Liesana. A rather crushed look begins to drift into her eyes, what is this brave new world, etc. Why is Liesana insulting her this way? She listens to Lisesana as she paces back and forth and describes the work necessary to be a Harper. A long pause follows Liesana's speech. Then, she says, looking steadily at the Journeyman, her expression frank and cool, "Why not just say you don't think I'm industrious enough? I'll pass any test you give me," she sniffs. "I've wanted to be a Harper all my life."

Everest walks down the stairs, stumbles on the last one, (when will she learn that silly stair exists) and then spots a couple of figures. She raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Lies, you've decided to venture out of the archives, have you?" She then gives her mentor a big hug. "It's nice to see you once in a while." She gives a nod to the other person.

Nysah tips her nose toward the ceiling just a little too high, and hints a nod to Everest, looking at the young lady for a moment.

Mynd makes his quiet way down the stairs as well, --really..he came from that way.. -- and peeks around Everest slightly. He does still look a bit tired, but smiles faintly, giving a little wave towards Liesana. "Hi Liesana..."

Nysah satands up... er, stands up, really.

Liesana a cantankerous professor type? Clearly Nysah doesn't know her at /all/... "Don't assume that which you do not know. I don't doubt your industry. I doubt whether you know what you are getting into, girl" Faint emphasis on the 'girl'. "And don't take that injured tone with me... If you can't take truth, don't expect to survive the interview." And then, as mentees arrive, there's a massive shift in character, as a delighted, if tired, smile settles on her face. "Res!" she beams, returning the hug. "Where have you been hiding yourself?" she teases. "Since, clearly, the archives are the /only/ place to be..." Mynd gets a more reserved greeting, fitting to the shy poet. "Mynd, how are you doing...? Sleeping well?"

Nysah doesn't know Lisana -- Liesana, but then, Liesana doesn't know her either. And yet assumptions upon assumptions pile on like snow in December. Ah, here comes the 'girl' bit. Interesting. Nysah replies, "Whatever truth it is that you're talking about -- I'm not sure it applies to me. Who am I supposed to invterview with?" Yes, she's the independent type. She's never seen this particular brand of preliminary team brainwashing before, but yet she has a natural resistance to it. "I'll pass this interview..." she adds. Of course, as long as it's not with Liesana.

Everest smirks. "I've been doing my work, my dear mentor. Remember, not all of us can go gallivanting off to Smith Hall." She wonders what the other person has done to irk her mentor. Liesana is certainly not one to get angry so quickly... unless she's tired. Everest gives a smile to Mynd as he enters.

Mynd gives a slightly larger smile to his mentor, straightening up a bit. See? He's perfectly fine now! Yes. Of course he is. Voice remains quiet though, hands clasping together in front of him. "I'm sleeping alright... really, I'm fine, just a little worn out still." Blue-violet gaze flickers in the direction of Nysah, brows lifting a bit before he looks again at Liesana. "Oh..are you busy now?" Not like Lies hasn't been busy constantly /anyway/..

Liesana ignores Nysah for the moment, instead concentrating on her mentees. Or one-quarter of her mentees. Evil and cranky she may be at the moment, but apparently the apprentices like her. "That's good to hear, Mynd. If you need any more time off from classes, just let me know. And I'm not terribly busy now, no." Mynd being one of the truly guileless appies around the place, she'll trust him. Everest gets a grin. "Well, you're welcome to gallivant along with me, dear. I've already got 'Lada and 'Lonie along with me, what's another?" Oooh, and now it's back to Nysah, switching back to Serious and Sober Journeywoman Liesana. "Your actions and words tell me much about you. I've seen your type before." she intones simply. "And we'll see how you do at interview-time."

Nysah looks over at Mynd for a moment, she shrugs marginally. She seems to be a little out of joint over something. As Liesana turns away from her, she smooths down her shift and straightens her plait. "Very judgemental. I hope the rest of the journeymen aren't like you," she sniffs. "As for how I do at interview-time, I suppose I'll have to dig that information up myself, as it's the only question I asked you, and the only piece of information you weren't able to give." Yes, sure, she can bite back. It seems to take something out of her, though -- perhaps she's not used to such sniping. She turns to go, but there's room for a parting shot.

Everest raises her eyebrows. She's never seen such attitude from, what she's gathered as a, harper appy candidate. Ouch. She's seen it from the apprentices, but they don't usually last long in the craft with an attitude like that. She remains quiet though, and lets her mentor take care of herself.

Liesana arches an eyebrow and waves her away. "I believe you'll come to see that I am one of the more easy-going journeyfolk. /If/ you are accepted. You would also do well to learn respect for rank." Cranky, sleep deprived Liesana. The sharp tongue that's common to her family surfaces more than a little. But at least she doesn't throw knives.

Nysah sniffs a little bit. Ah, talent takes second place to rank? A true institution. Of course, Nysah may not have much of that, but no one yet knows... she flees the scene of battle without another word; Liesana comes off the victor of the field.
Nysah walks to the Great Hall.

Mynd just stares a bit, somewhat shocked at the behavior of the harper hopeful. Blink. Blink. After another moment or so, he shakes his head, gaze flickering back on Liesana. "I don't think I'll be needing any more time away from class. I'll get behind and have to work harder to catch up again." And we can't have /that/.

Mattaki suddenly disappears ::between::!

Mynd smiles brightly, giving a tiny sigh, and continues walking. "I'm..hungry." Yes. FOOD. Food is good. Food is niiiice. EAT! And the little harper is shuffling off.
Mynd walks with silent footsteps to the Great Hall.

As Nysah leaves, Everest rolls her eyes. "I can't believe she said that! Doesn't she realize that someone like you would be interviewing her... or that you know every journeyman in the hall?" She then suddenly smiles. "But it is so good to see you, Lies."

Liesana holds her pose of cold irateness until Nysah has sniffed and huffed out the door. Then she allows herself the laugh that had been building up. "Ohhhh Faranth... She's in for a rude awakening if she does get in..." she finally states, before settling back down on her bench. A nod for Mynd. "Aye, understood. You're too well-behaved some times, you know."

Everest takes a seat on the bench. "Lies, it's quite obvious that you haven't been getting enough sleep. What's going on with you?"

Liesana smiles tiredly. "Kurt's kidnapping. I've basically been living in the Archives, in between meeting with informants and everything else tied in with it. On a positive note, we know where he is, and people have been sent to retrieve him... So I'm tired. But it is /very/ good to see you. How are things going?"

Liesana stands. "Well, I don't know about you, but /this/ Harper could use a little klah before she hits the road... Otherwise I may have to find some other prospective Harper to traumatize. Join me?" Without waiting for a response, she heads out the doors, after first summoning one of the new apprentices to deal with the pile of scrolls. Benefits of rank. Muahahah.

The Flying Mug
The interior of the Flying Mug at first looks innocuous enough, but closer inspection reveals the scars and marks of a much-frequented bar. The tables all match each other, except for the wobbly leg on that one, and the big scar on this one, and the complex patterns of mug-rings on those, and that sleeping Crafter at the one in the corner... The chairs have many of the same problems, except they look much less used. The ceiling of the Flying Mug has been painted to resemble the sky over Ista. The painter must have been incredibly talented too, because he even knew how to make his paintings of dragons look like they were moving. Oh, wait, those are just firelizards. Nevermind. The walls, too, have been painted: small scenes of Pernese life intermingle with portraits and caricatures of famous Mug patrons.
High in the rafters are twenty-seven firelizards.
You see Tristan, Tippy, Crimson, Waldo, and Tristrian here.
Remy, Liamere, and Kiriya are here.
Obvious exits:
Rose Table Game Room Dining Hall Great Hall
You stand in the rather rambunctious Flying Mug.

Andron slinks in from the great hall.
You notice Liamere gazing upon your form.
Everest hurries in from the great hall.

Liamere smiles at all the people here, and greets the ones she knows. "Hey there Lies, Andron," she calls. "long time no see!"

Liesana strolls through to doors from the Great Hall, giving a lithe stretch as she enters, prompting a few snap-crackle-pops to emanates from her spinal region. "Ahh, Lia, good to see you again," greets the journeywoman, settling at the bar. "Two mugs of hot cider for myself and my mentee."

"Morning," Andron says cheerfully as he breezes in from the great hall, tipping a playful wink at Liamere. "If you'd show up for work when you were supposed to..!" He's teasing, really. "I've been on night shift an awful lot of late," he says with a careless shrug, taking a seat next to Liesana, but on the customer side of the bar. "And can I get, uhm... Just juice I think." For once he's not working! Feel free to be amazed.

Liamere nods pleasantly. "Sure. Who's your mentee?" she asks, pouring out the required drinks. "Faranth, its hot!" she exclaims, and sucks her fingers as she hands over the mugs with another hand. Winking back at Andron, she rummages for the pitcher of juice. "Juice... here you are," she hands it over, and sits down with her own drink. "Not working today, huh? Nice?"

Everest quietly shuffles in behind Liesana, and takes a seat on the other side of her mentor. She's really not one to introduce herself in a crowd of people she doesn't know.

Everest
Deep green eyes, filled with intelligence, take the focus of her pale face, covered in faded light freckles. Small upturned lines mark the outside corners of her eyes, demonstrating a life filled with smiles and laughter. Her hair, a light auburn, has recently been shorn off in layers which flip outwards just above her shoulders with the front framing her face loosely, falling to her chin. Small and slender, her 52 frame makes her look quite little, but well formed muscles prove shes strong for her size.
She wears a sleeveless emerald green tunic, carefully embroidered with blue fire lizard images at the and the bottom hem. Loose white sleeves from a shirt underneath cover her arms, when theyre not pushed up past her elbows, that is. Protruding from under the tunic, dark blue trousers hang over solid shoes made of thick hide which clunk softly as she walks. On her wrist she wears a thin strip of hide with the name Res etched into it. A pouch hangs loosely over Everest's shoulder.
She wears a knot of intertwined blue and white, which signifies her as a Harper Apprentice.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Res's Gitar The Basics of Speech
a pouch Speech Book
Everest is 22 Turns, 1 month, and 14 days old.

Zoar blinks in from ::between::, his shadow casting a large dragon-like image on the ground beneath him.
Zoar looks up brightly, eyes whirling, and disappears ::between::!

Liesana makes a slightly sweeping gesture with her free hand as she takes the mug. "Andron, Lia, meet Everest. Yet another mentee of mine. Res, they've been known to bite, but are friendly for the most part." A wink at Andron, who's settled beside her. "At times, a little /too/ friendly..."

Kiriya stealthily and gracefully stalks through a door into the great hall.

Andron curls his fingers around a glass of juice with a faint smirk. "No, I work today alright, but not until tonight," he says with a faint sigh and a roll of his eyes. "Aid's off chasing after another weaver girl, leaving me to take all of the late shifts." Yes, poor abused boss. No one respects him. Particularly Liesana, who gets smirked at in return before he turns that into a smile and slides it at Everest. "Is it a requirement for your mentees that they be nearly as lovely and charming as you, dear Harper?" He promised to stay away, not to -not- flirt!

Everest smiles, much more comfortable in the room now. "Well met" she says as she nods to the others in the room. At Andron's comment, she blushes slightly and casts her eyes downwards, but says nothing.

Liamere rolls her eyes. Yes, Lies had the right of it. "Well met, Everest. I'm Lia, and that one's my boss..." she grins. "We don't bite, but him, well..." she trails off, and stage whispers to the girl, "beware," Chuckling, she sits back. "Weaver girl, huh? Well, they're the best ones to chase after," the former weaver girl says blandly.

Liesana arches an eyebrow and twinkles at Liamere. "Really now, I'd say Harpers are the best to chase after." Of couse she's unbiased! A sip of her cider, taken cautiously to avoid the heat of it. And then a look is turned on Andon, one of complete sincerity and innocence. "Why of course, dear barkeep. If one's going to have a horde of mentees following them, they should at least be easy on the eyes. But I belive you're making poor Res blush."

With a wave of his hand, Andron dismisses Aid and his varied pursuits with a faint snort. "He seems rather fixated on the weaver's for some reason. I never figured it out. He insists they're the best of the lot, though. Harpers he claims are too clever for their own good, Healers will always fuss about something, Smiths he refuses to discuss, Herders he claims always smell like some animal or another, and so on and so forth until all he will chase after has a weaver's knot." A shake of his head, then a mildly offended look is turned on Liamere. "I don't leave -lasting- marks, really!" Next he turns his bright smile on Liesana. "Of course I am. That's the point. And it looks absolutely darling on a charming thing like her."

Everest continues to be silent, but gives her mentor a good jab in the ribs. She's known Lies for too long and in different capacities to take that from her. Lies wasn't always the 'serious' journeywoman that she is right now.

Liamere snickers. What a charmer. "If you know what's good for you, you'd leave those 'prentices alone, 'ron. Masters get all huffy, you know." She turns to Everest. "Res, dear, ignore him." she says kindly, and promptly ignores him herself.

"Oooof!" whuffs Liesana, recieving the elbowing from Everest, and returning another innocent look. She shakes her head at Andron. "Ah, now now, Andron dear... No corrupting my mentees more than you already have." she cautions, althought the caution is muted with a wink. Res can take care of herself. "I have to mould their minds in my chosen pattern first." 'Cause that's what a mentor is all about, right? Creating your own group of minions? Riiiight. But /someone/ needs to see that pranking is taught properly.

Minions. Everyone has to love minions, but only when they're respectful. Which apparently both Andron -and- Liesana's minions lack. The jab in the ribs is eyed with an amused green gaze, Andron's eyes shifting up to the abused with a smirk. "Tell me, do mentees always abuse you so?" he asks, tone dry before he turns to stage-whisper at Liamere. "Good advice, that. I think I'll stay away from the Harper apprentices at least a sevenday or two." He promptly turns a bright smile on Liesana with those words. Beeeam.

Everest chuckles. "Ah Lies, who corrupts better than yourself? I seem to recall some nice pranks pulled on our dear friend Lio... Ah yes, I do believe you had /something/ to do with them... did you not?" Everest's face suddenly turns to one of angelic innocence.

Liamere turns to Lies, surprised. "Lies? You never told me that you were a pranker..." she chuckles. "Res, what happened?"

Liesana carries the elbow-in-the-ribs thing on down the line, aiming one at Andron's torso. "You'd better, dear. Otherwise I might have to think up something creative to do to /you/... But they do abuse me, sadly." A headshake and a mournful look. "Can't think of /why/..." she trails off, before smirking at Everest, Liamere, and the little group in general. "Of course I am, Lia darling. I just have to be a bit more... subtle now that I've rank to uphold. But I believe Andron knows the tale of Lionel's skivvies..."

Everest smirks. "Abuse, Lies? We're no more handfuls than you were!"

Andron's ribs earn a bruise from Liesana, and there's no one next to him for -him- to pass it on to so he just grins faintly. "Were it anyone else, the promise of something creative might be something to look forward to. From you, it rouses a mild fear," he drawls, winking playfully before blinking once. "I'd -heard- about that! He's the one who fancies every girl his own, right?" Sensing any similarities? Of course not! "But I don't know the full story. I say this is cause for a tale. Perhaps your darling mentee could even share it with us," he adds, grinning around Liesana at Res brightly.

Liamere snorts. Idiot, that's what Andron seems to be at times. "Yes, tell us, Res." she nods. "However, perhaps you could find some similar pursuits with this Lio person, Andron?" she smiles sweetly at him, adding on the dimples.

Brigand blinks in from ::between::!

Liesana smiles over at Everest. "Do tell the tale, Res. I've told it myself far too many times." A twinkle. "Call it a practice in dramatic storytelling, and I might even get Mryddin to give you course credit."

Everest smiles and with a nod to Liesana. "Course credit, eh? Well then... let's get started." She gives a moment of silence and then announces, "The Great Underwear Raid." She holds her arms out and her eyes brighten with excitement, trying to relay the mood of the piece.

"It is a tale of great excitement, the time that Journeywoman Liesana gathered up some apprentices to pull quite the prank on Senior Apprentice Lionel. And he certainly deserved any prank he got. His many... adventures had got him in trouble with the majority of the female apprentices and senior apprentices." Everest looks to her mentor for some sort of reaction. "Am I giving it the introduction it deserves, Lies?"

Liamere tries to refrain from laughing. "If we substituted his name," she gestures at Andron. "into this, it wouldn't look too much out of place," she remarks. "But go on. I can't wait to hear it..." she rubs her hands in anticipation.

Andron leans cozily against the bar, arm propped up as he turns to face Everest to get the tail. His lips are curved upwards faintly already as he struggles to ignores Liamere -- similar pursuits indeed! -- and gives up to make a face at her and mutter something dire about lowered wages with a teasing wink. "Hush, you, and listen to the story properly."

Liesana nods, sipping at her now-cooled but still pleasant cider. "True indeed. But it was actually another Journeywoman and a pair of seniors that helped me with the prank it's self." Minor footnote. "The tale is well told so far, though... Go on," An appreciative smile has settled onto her face as her escapades are reviewed.

Everest notes the correction. "Ah, was she a journeywoman by that point?" She then leans back on her stool and then rocks back forward, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands clasped together. "They gathered in the Main Hall and Ballroom, and then creeped together, ever so slowly up the stairs and into the Dormitory Lounge." Everest sits up straight at this point. "They looked carefully left, and right, to make sure that they were not being followed." She tilts her head in the appropriate direction in order to demonstrate looking. "When they decided that the coast was clear, Liesana left a firelizard to keep watch and they tiptoed into the Male Dorm rooms..."

Liesana is chuckling into her cider in spite of herself. She didn't realize just how well the incident could be spun, as she herself was always forced to downplay it. A nod to the mentee urges her to go on. "Yes, Sarin was a Journeyman by then... It was a cross-craft prank, you might say," she quips.

"A fine picture that must've made," Andron mutters into the depths of his drink, smirking at the Journeywoman over the rim as he takes a sip. He sets it down then, silent once more to listen to the story. "Sarin! She's a Dolphineer, correct? She's been in here a few times before." And you know Andron, he never forgets the name that goes with a face - or so he likes to think. "Sorry, go on," he says after a moment, returning to the juice with a grin.

Falada walks shyly in from the great hall.

Liamere nods, agreeing with Andron. "True. Although passerbys might be wondering what business they had in the male dorms..." she sees the person coming in. "Hello there! Join us. Res here is just telling us a tale," she grins.

Everest smiles and continues. "It was quite easy for the three thieves to find Lionel's cot and press. His cot was the one with the copy of "How to be a great lover" tucked under his pillow. His press was at the foot of the bed. Liesana opened the press and found her treasure..." Everest makes a slight pause here for the dum-dum-dum effect. "Lio's skivvies." She smiles, and one hand pulls and errant stray of hair out of her face. "They loaded the... undergarments into a bag, with a particular note of the pair with 'grade A harperbutt' embroidered on the backside. This one they would keep special." Her eyes again brighten with excitement and her voice lowers to near whisper. "Now that they had the 'treasure,' they tip toed out of the dorms and back into the dormitory lounge, hoping that they'd have a clear path..."

Liesana is chuckling still more, particularly at Res's opportune choice of placing her pause. Although the journeywoman isn't going to give the tale away. She takes another sip of her drink, simply sighing "Ahhh... youth..."

Andron nearly chokes on his drink with a mild splutter, eyes widening. "'How to be a great lover'?" he repeats incredulously, all but falling off his stool as he leans back and laughs outright. Amused? What was your first clue? "Oh, Faranth, that's easily worth the price of your drinks there." And the bit about the pair with the embroidery? He folds back over the bar again, snickering for a moment before his head lifts to hear the rest of the tale, far, far too amused.

Liamere giggles maniacally. "By the Egg! What happened next?" she asks eagerly, eyes shining.

Liesana fills Falada in on the details so far, without interrupting Everest. And it's a good excuse to practice sign, too! < Everest is telling the tale of ??? Great Underwear Raid that I and others pulled ??? Lionel. >

Falada grins and settles in to listen. She's always up for a good story. Sketch book comes out as always, pencil hovering motionless over the paper as it waits for inspiration.

Everest raise one arm up, with her index finger extended. "Ah, but they were not so lucky. Liesana was the first to spot the master's knot. Yes, good, old Master Dmaynel, probably quite lost but still a threat to the prank, seemed to be lurking in the lounge. But how would he view two journeywomen and two senior apprentices running out of the male apprentice dorm room. They mumbled something about being in a play... or being sick... anything to keep the Master's eyes off the incriminating bag of undergarments in their hands..." Everest sighs slightly for effect. "But their luck was with them on that morning, and the master simply reproached them and sent them off..." Again Res lowers her voice. "But they made a mad dash for journeywoman Liesana's room..."

Brigand suddenly disappears ::between::!

"Close call, that one," Andron says with a faint grin, taking the moment of book and embroidery-less-ness to finish his juice and slid the now dirty glass on a tray heading for the kitchens. "A good thing luck was with you."

Liamere whispers in a low voice to Lies. "How long ago did this happen? I'm sure Andron over there would pay a handsome price for that book..."

Sariana walks in from the great hall.

Liesana quirks an eyebrow. "I'll bet he would... And swear all the way that it was a gift for someone else." she whispers back to Liamere, before nodding, and giving an appreciative chuckle. "Yes, that was the tale of the Great Underwear Raid, about two Turns ago when I was young and foolish. Now, I mostly content myself with an advisory capacity." Either that, or she just won't say what her next plot is going to be. "But a tale very well told, Res! Your health." She raises her cider mug in an easy toast.

Everest ignores her mentor and continues with the tale. "It was in 'Liesana's Lair' that the thieves made the final arrangements for Lionel's skivvies. Yes, it was a prank to simply kidnap them from their owner, but it was not quite as embarrassing as they'd like." Res shifts herself in her seat, "I don't know what happened after that point. They seemed to be deliberating in Journeywoman Liesana's room for quite some time..." She makes a slight pause before continuing the story. "However, somehow, Apprentice Lionel's undergarments were found all over the hall, and the 'grade A harperbutt' pair found its way onto the chandelier in the main ballroom." She smiles. "No one knows how they got there." Her face turns quite innocent. "The end."

Liamere cackles. "So what happened? Did you return the said things back to him? Or was he doomed to be without his manual on 'HOw to be a lover' forever?" she asks eagerly like a kidlet.

Laurah walks in from the great hall.

Andron finally finds someone to pass the nudge on to, as he leans over the bar a fair amount to get a dig aimed at Liamere's ribs. "I've no need of any book to tell me something like that," he stage-whispers with a smirk, before turning wide eyes on Everest. "Imagine that. How -ever- could they have -possibly- gotten there?"

Falada's pencil-holding hand gives a wave to Laurah as she comes in, then she applauds appreciatively for the story well told, still eyeing Liesana suspiciously.

Laurah *eeps! I wasn't here.
Laurah walks to the Game Room.

"Ouch! Andron! You've wounded me... /men/." muttering something about evil bosses, she turned to smile at Sariana. "Sari, hey! Everyone, this is Saria. Saria, this is everyone." she beams. "Great story, Res." she compliments the girl. "A meatroll for free?"

Sariana waves. "Hi!

Ladaluv blinks in from ::between::!
Ladaluv suddenly disappears ::between::!

Laurah walks in from the Game Room.

Everest smiles and hold up her hand. "No, thank you. Your applause is thanks enough for me." She eyes Lies. "Did I do the story justice, my dear mentor?"

Laurah *lied. ;)

Laurah walks in and slides up beside Andron. "Heya... How goes it?"

Liesana chuckles, and sketches a bow. "You told it better than I've ever heard it told before," praises the mentor. "And Lionel eventually collected his unmentionables himself, although I don't know what happened to that most fascinating scroll in his posession."

"Morning, Laurie-dear," Andron drawls as he pats the stool next to him with a smile, on the customer side and apparently off duty. "Just hearing a tale from yet another of Liesana's most charming mentees and getting ideas for my next trip to the weavers." Can anyone picture him strutting around in leathers reading grade A 'tenderbutt? Well, maybe not 'tenderbutt'. "I'd not be surprised if you kept it," he says with a smirk Lies-wards.

Liamere grins. What, another 'friend' of Andron's? "Oh, she wouldn't need to keep it though, Andron," she says innocently. "Now, why don't you introduce us to your friend there? I'm Lia, by the way. His... er... /employee/." she rolls her eyes. Why couldn't she have gotten a better boss?

Laurah nods at Andron's invitation, tieing on her apron behind her. Oh, no, she's not Andy's 'friend', but she does have a 'friend' in the group. Ayup. "I'm Laurah, Rah, or Laurie-dear. 'Pends on who you ask." Who wants to wait for that... Man? Not her.

Liesana arches an eyebrow at Andron. "And who says that I'd need any help?" she inquires with an angelic (Yeah, right) smile, taking another sip of her cider. "Well met, Laurie-dear," she twinkles to the new arrival. "And Sari, too. I'm Journeyman Liesana, this is Everest. Anddon't worry about any pranks you've heard recounted, as I'm in retirement." Wink. "Mostly."

Andron blinks between Liamere and Laurah, then shakes his head with a faint smirk. "So's she, actually," he says, thumb tipped at Laurah. "I suppose I've never scheduled the two of you together now that I think about it." Big Hold, no? "And do tell me how -you- would know she needn't keep it?" he asks of Liamere, all ears and amused a fair amount as he slants a smirk over at Liesana. "Mostly?" He'll keep his room locked, thank you.

Falada waves again at Laurah, sketch pad forgotten for now on the table. < %%% %%% >

Liamere flushes, face hot. "You... piece of... " lack of good insults. "Lies, if you want to do something drastic to Andy, I'd be more than happy to help." she snaps. "Well met, Lau."

Laurah waves back at Lada, smileing slightly, then her face light up and she starts signing something, rather poorly... < %%% %%% %%% %%% to %%% %%% >
She turns to Lia, and smiles. "Yes, well met..." Now let her outta here....

Falada blinks, then glances over at the rest of the group before she picks up her sketch pad and stands. < Something %%% %%% %%% >

Everest has disconnected.
Everest yawns and with a small smile drifts to sleep.

Liesana takes the insinuation from Andron with little more than an arch look. "I think, sir, you're just hoping she'd have some inside information on me since /you/ do not." Ouch? A roguish grin for Liamere. "I'd certainly be glad to assist you in planning..." she allows. "Andron might truly prove a worthy victim."

Laurah slips off of her stool and heads for the game room, grabbing a plate of meat rolls on her way by the bar. Got a new flizzen to feed, ya know. ;)
Laurah walks to the Game Room.

Sariana has connected.
Sariana wakes up.

Falada follows, stuffing her sketch pad back in her bag.
Falada walks shyly to the Game Room.

"My, hit a nerve, have I?" Andron says mildly, quirking a single eyebrow at Liamere while fighting down a smirk - and for once, he wins. Yes, feel free to hit him. "But my apologies ladies." Threatened by the idea of a prank? Wonder why. "It was an ill-placed jibe," he soothes - but not without a wink. "And it is not for lack of trying I dont' have that information, m'dear." As he tries with near any woman. Poor females.

Not just women either...
The housekeeper arrives to cart Everest off to bed.

Liamere restrains herself. Just because he's rude doesn't mean /she/ has to be... She kicks him underneath the table, then quickly hides her legs. A crime unseen means its not a crime at all. "Well, Andron, what kind of a prank would you prefer? A Lio style one? Or perhaps we should come up with one, tailored to /your/ needs." she sticks out a tongue

"You may keep trying as you list... But don't expect sucess any time soon." Liesana comments mildly, before turning an evil smile on Liamere. "Hmmm... He's certainly far and above Lionel's level of perfidy... Any prospective prank should have the same level of magnitude." she muses, eyes alight with mischief.

"-Perfidy-? My dears, you truly wound me," Andron says, a hand resting over his heart as he regards both with amusement. Not to mention his legs. "I'd prefer no prank, thank you." But does it look like he's going anywhere? Of course not! If he stays he might get a good idea what they come up with. "Besides, Liesana my dear, the chase is usually far more fun than the capture." Usually.

Liamere rolls her eyes. "Next thing you know, he'll be writing his own /manual/ on how to be a good lover..." she notes critically. "Yes, let's give him an... /individualised/ prank. A little... surprise, you might call it. An early Turnday present, even." she chuckles.

Liesana arches an eyebrow at Andron. "I believe 'riders who've just lost a flight use that same line," she comments dryly, downing the last bit of her cider. Wound him? He could stand a little wounding, in Liesana's book. A nod to Liamere. "My dear, I like the way your mind works..." she muses aloud, before dropping her tone to a conspiratorial whisper.

You overhear Liesana mutter, "I think ... him ... ... ... out ... his room ... ... ... ... ... result, ... I shall have to think ... ... to ... ..." to Liamere.

Andron feels -- ganged up against. He leans forward slightly in an attempt to catch the whispers, overhearing only a most uninformative bit of it. He certainly isn't saying a -late- turnday present would be better than an early one, it might cause them to hurry their evil scheme. "I keep it locked, you know," he remarks idly, sitting back and peering between the two curiously.

Liamere mutters "How about the baths? He probably visits in hopes of meeting nice girls all day... He'd be naked... no clothes... we could use a distraction as well..." to you.

Liesana beams, fairly glimmering as she intones, full voice, "An excellent idea... I'll really have to see about getting you admitted to the LaughCraft..." Ah yes, that rare and secret organization devoted to merriment. And then it's back to maddening murmurs.

You overhear Liesana mutter, "I ... ... ... ... bathing ... ... company, ... ... ... others. It ... ... ... ... ... find an ... to ... just enough so we ... ... ... clothing. ... ... him ... ... to accomplishthat ... ... ... ... game..." to Liamere.

Andron hears clothes, distraction, and girls, and that's about it - or at least all that sticks. Both eyebrows raise and he immediately pats down his pockets to find the key to his room and hold it securely. Right. No getting it away from -him-. "You're evil," he says, before ears almost visibly elongate to listen in.

Sariana has disconnected.
Sariana falls asleep.
Liamere has disconnected.
Liamere falls asleep.

Liesana's eyes follow Andron's motions, surreptitiously noting the pocket holding the key as she smiles at him and intones. "With pride... ALthough, as I said, I'm mostly an advisor now." Although she may just come out of retirement for such a noble cause as this.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Sariana off to bed.

"Mostly an advisor," Andron points out, hand slipping from his pocket -- Oooh, nice pocket. Nice key! -- to tip in Liesana's direction as he sighs faintly. "Why do I have the feeling I'd be better having never met you?" he asks, eyes turned upwards. The ceiling, unsurprisingly, does not answer. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me what you two are up to?" Hey, has to at least -try- and ask.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Liamere off to bed.

Liesana tilts her head at Andron and looks positively endearing. Large amber eyes are very good at that, don't you know. Mynd isn't the only Harper who can look cute, even if /his/ is the genuine article. "Ohhh.... surely you don't mean that, Andron dear... Think of how dull things would be without me around. And no. That would spoil the fun."

Andron isn't buying; Liesana's attempt at cuteness is met with a smirk instead. He can fend of Mynd -- eventually -- remember? "I'm sure that if I don't mean it now, I will soon," he drawls with more than a little amusement, shaking his head and already planning defense. "You do of course realize that if you prank -me-, I automatically get the freedom to return the favor." Now the trick is seeing if he's clever enough to come up with something.

Everest hurries in from the great hall.
Everest * oys. gotta love Resnet.

Liesana drops the act with a light laugh. "Oh Andron... A little mortification is good for the ego's health," she intones, sounding like some combination of mindhealer and jester. "But I fully expect you to attempt a return of the favour. Please, do your worst."
Liesana *bonds. Guelph's is laggy when you try and MOO.

"Mmm, so you women seem to feel," Andron says with another amused shake of his head. The girls at Ista are so -cruel-. Really. Not that he deserves it or anything. "Perhaps you could use that same dose of mortification, Harper-dear. I'll have to think a while of something -suitable-." Prankable, without being malicious. There's the trick.

Liesana smiles. "No doubt I could," she admits quite easily. At least she's not shy about admitting faults. "But so far, no-one's been willing to administer any, or been smart enough to pull it off... Think you're up to the challenge, sir?"

A cheerful salute is tipped at the Harper, Andron's lips curving into a smirk. "I shall try my best, my dear. However it should be noted that where you've co-conspirators to help you, I'm afraid I can't think of anyone willing to help give you your just deserts off-hand." Imagine that.

Everest has disconnected.
Everest yawns and with a small smile drifts to sleep.

Liesana smiles. "Apparently I'm either too well-beloved, or too many respect my abilities and fear repercussions. But I'm sure some of my ex-victims might lend a hand or two." she assures. The most dangerous game...

The housekeeper arrives to cart Everest off to bed.

Andron makes a mental note to seek out Lionel - and not for a discussion about reading material. "Ah, that's a thought, finding ex-victims. Many of those around?" he asks, grinning yet as he stretches to snatch a rag from the barmaid currently behind the bar -- His hands got bored! -- and idly polish a glass.

Liesana twinkles. "Ah now, it wouldn't be fair if I gave you too much help, Andron dear," she smiles. "I'm sure a man with your resources could no doubt find them yourself." With that, and a parting smile, the journeywoman strides out of the bar.

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