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Dormitory Lounge
The gathering place for the Apprentices is only a little smaller in relation to the Dorms themselves. More polished stone fills the area with a muted reflection from the glows. Wooden tables are surrounded by dark coloured chairs, offering many places to sit upon. A soft rug lines the center of the room, for those that don't enjoy the company of rigid seating arrangements. Off in the corner is a fine stone sand table for the apprentices to use for their studies.
On the perch are Feuer, Finbar, Heille and Arboric.
You see Very Soft Couch, Apprentice's Darts, Writing Machine, Peaches, Oli's Assignment Board, Matope, and Easle here.
Obvious exits:
Male Dorms Female Dorms Balcony Hallway

Liesana is sitting on a comfy chair, and shaking her head at a certain green 'lizard who's just regained her girlish figure. "Honestly Ang, I know greens are bad mothers, but what's Kryz going to say when he wakes up? Huh?" Liesana's conferencing with Angelique is interrupted by the arrival of Kryz. "Kryz!! Did Angelique just do what Neptune 'said' she just did?" And if she didn't the poor guy is just going to be hopelessly confused.

Kryz walks in carrying an egg with a look of horror on his face. "Lies....I think there's been some kinda mistake...," he says as he walks over to her in a zombie-like manner.

Liesana shakes her head, and sighs. "Nope. No mistake. Angelique wants you to have an egg." The greenling trills proudly. Yup. Just so long as /she/ doesn't have to tend to it any more. Eggs really ruin a girl's figure.

Kryz hands the egg to Lies and says in almost a whining voice, "Liiiiess!! I don't want it!! One's too many!!"

Liesana shakes her head and hands it back. "Ohhhh no. I've already got four, and they're nuisances the lot of 'em. You keep it."

"But Liiiiiiiies..... *place excess whining here* You know I can't stand them," Kryz looks all but close to tears as he looks at the egg in his hand. "Come on....take it back...why's your flit even like me anyway?"

Liesana shrugs, offhand, shooing the greenling off. Angelique takes op a perch a few feet away from Kryz, and trills jubilantly. "I have /no/ idea. Maybe it's because you spattered Arboric with paint... I know she doesn't like him much. But the egg's yours now, in any case. Looks like it's going to hatch soon, too."

Kryz takes a seat and sets the egg on the arm of the chair, watching it closely. "Why me....," he mutters, his eyes never leaving the egg.

Liesana chuckles. "Perhaps they know your feelings, and relish a challenge..." She idly scratches the eyeridge of a bronze that's settled near her. "What is it about them that bugs you, by the way?"

Kryz shrugs, "I dunno...do I really need a reason. They just bother me....." and he continues to stare at the egg. "Maybe I can give it away before it hatches....," he ponders out loud.

Liesana grins. "You're welcome to try... Who did you have in mind?" The fact that the egg is likely to shatter any minute is kept quiet. Why upset the poor guy more? Although a packet of meatrolls is unobtrusively produced, and placed beside Kryz.

Kryz pokes at the egg, and remains staring at it. "I dunno....maybe Anjula'd like it....or Licia, or Trei....Anyone that's not me."

Liesana grins. Did that egg just wobble a little? "It looks like you might not have enough time to ship it off to anyone out of Hold. That thing's going to pop." So much for not upsetting him.


Kryz gently sets down the Flashy Ebony Egg.
Flashy Ebony Egg shatters into a thousand fragments, leaving its occupant out in the open.

Big, Fat, Jabba the Hutt Brown Hatchling 
Big, brown and ugly. That's this firelizard, boiled down to his essence. Rolls of fat spread out beneath a hide that seems almost slimy in appearance, while stubby wings keep this fellow on solid ground unless some dire emergency strikes. Like hunger. Tracings of a sickly olive shade spatter over his frame, concentrating about an ill-formed head, and oozing down to the tip of a long, reptilian tail. Disposition is choleric and commanding all at once. A singularily unpleasant little beastie, but perhaps he has some inner, unseen charm.

Big, Fat, Jabba the Hutt Brown Hatchling 's cries turn joyous, and he turns towards Kryz, creeling piteously.

Kryz jumps back almost toppling off of his chair as the egg moves and then cracks. In an instant the ugliest, fattest newborn flit is setting on the arm of Kryz's chair...and Kryz has all but gone into shock.

Liesana wrinkles her nose as the little hatchling appears. "Ughhh... what /is/ that thing?" An accusing glance is turned on Angelique, and she skates the package of meatrolls at Kryz before retreating to a safe distance away.

Tellon sneaks in from the Male Apprentice Dorms.

A very ugly hatchling rests in the arm of a chair, next to a shell-shocked senior apprentice Kryz. Liesana is sitting across the room, disgust mingled with much amusement. "C'mon Kryz, you'd better feed the thing before it tries to eat you!"

Kryz looks at the thing on his chair...and LAUGHS. "What the....why's it look like that?" Yes, Kryz has officially flipped.

A soft scuffle of worn boots, and a minor sniffling of the nose, heralds the arrival of Tellon. Eyes a bit watery, hair unevenly tousled, and a rather uncomplimentary cough seizing his breathing at random intervals. The slight grimace he sustains might be due to the fact he was all but thrown out of voice lessons for his inept attempt to sustain a treble through his chest cold. Oh, dear. With a little *sniff* he offers a more subdued grin. "Hebwo." aaachoo!

Liesana snickers, and throws a meatroll at Kryz and his new pet. "I don't know, but I /do/ know that Angelique will never be flown by it's father again, if I can help it." That sort of thing's gotta be bad for the gene pool, right? "Hey Tellon" she calls to the new arrival, keeping a safe distance. "You ought to see a Healer about that, kid!"

Tellon snorts.. perhaps not the best thing to do with a cold.. at Liesana's suggestion. "Nah, I'b fine.. weally.." sought coughing. sniff.

Kryz pokes at the flit on his chair still laughing a delirious laugh. "I'm not feeding it!" he says to Lies. "It doesn't need anymore food!" And with the last comment, the flit swings it's head around and bites Kryz's finger Kryz lets out a slight yelp before thrashing his hand away from the thing. "Owwww!!!! It bit me!!!!"

Liesana's snickering turns into a full-fledged laugh. "See, told you to feed it! Either that, or it got insulted. Stuff it full of meatroll so it'll go to sleep. Then we can see about your finger." Liesana isn't going to approach the thing, not while there's the off chance that's it's still Impressable.

Tellon spins on his heel at Kryz's exclamation, eyeing the flit with alarm. "W'at in Pern's nbame is t'at?" sniff/

Kryz, shaking his hand, grabs a meatroll with his good hand and throws it at the flit. "Stupid thing," he mutters under his breath as it gobbles it up and waits for more. "How am I suppose to paint with holes in my hand?"

Liesana chuckles. "Wear leather gloves whenever you have to feed the thing? They ought to help with the holes, anyways." Tellon gets a brief explanation. "That's a firelizard." Master of the obvious, Liesana.

Kryz grunts, "Yeah, one heckof a firelizard." And more meatrolls are thrown as it fills it's endless stomach.

Tellon vhelmently shakes his head, sneezing in emphesis. "You gobba be kidding.." That? A firelizard?

Liesana shakes her head gravely. "Nope. It's definitely a firelizard. One of /her/ spawn." A thumb is jerked in Angelique's direction. "Odd, her last clutch turned out halfway decent."

Tellon is scarsly mollified, "I'b sorry oo' hear dat." A coughing fit cuts off his thought, and he rolls his eyes with frustration. "Minb showin' me to da healer, Lie..*sneeze*..sana?" Alright alright, he gave up.

Liesana grins, and tosses him an encourging smile. No way she's getting close enough to /touch/ him. "Sure, Tellon. Just as soon as we get this little monstrosity settled." She's not planning on walking out on poor Kryz after her 'lizard was the one responsible for all thing.

Tellon coughs.. intentionally on the obviously distanced Liesana? Nahhh... "I can wait..."

Liesana grins. "Hopefully you won't wait too long... Can't have you making the whole Hall sick, can we?" She curls herself comfortably on her couch, a mini-fair of four firelizards perching on her, warily eyeing their strange little 'nephew'. "So, what you going to call him?"

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