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Harper's Tale 2 - Monday, July 01, 2002, 1:05 PM
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Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Scattered about in various perches and niches are forty-six firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Thief, Clothes Mixup Note, It, and Llaammaa here.
Tatia, Rana, and K'nex are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area

That ever-present half naked rider makes his destined appearance, as drunk as he is shirtless as he streaks through the caverns. "Tsssssssssuuuuuuuuuu!" is his appropriate battle cry. And then he trips on some brats, lands on his face, and crawls out of the room.

Nerf blinks in from ::between::!

Driftwood dies.

"New side." Rana echos, looking properly wary now. Klah is finished up, and she gets to her feet. Still wary. Even more so when she catches sight of the drunk shirtless one. Definatly time to go meditate and...stabilize her own saneness. Or something. To be sure of it. Shuffle. Towards the door. "I'm going to go...um...start getting ready for the straps inspection." Even though it's still a while off. "Thank you all, again." And whoosh. She's gone.

Rana exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"How charming." is Wyn's decree on that matter, eyeing the Tsunamite who's gone sprawling a few paces from her entering feet. She picks her way around the crawling form and over to the klah pots, and from there to the Mudslide table and a chair close enough to the Tsunamites remaining to be able to inquire comfortably "Rana was tapped, I take it?"

Lylia walks in from the Central Bowl.

With less swaggering than usual, V'der steps precisely in, scowling about the hem of his hooded black sisal cloak. "They should outlaw sweeps that even start this early," he grouses, as he settles down at a random table. Scowl.

Tatia nods easily in reply to Wyn. "Since K'nex doesn't want to deal with Lis today during inspection, yes," the greenrider affirms, reaching for her mug and peering into it with a slight scowl. Drat. Empty.

K'nex frowns slightly, tapping the table with an index finger. "That's what I was talking about the other day, Tat...Shirtless riders running through the LC," he pauses, squinting in thought, "You know...I think it's the same one every time..." Naw. Couldn't be. "Mmm, Yes, tapped," the brownrider mumbles Wyn-wards, head still on the table.

Lylia slinks into the cavern, properly Druseth-lurking. The rider manages to make it all the way over to her much-favored bench (near to her much-favored creampuffs) before belatedly glancing over the group. "Oh! Hey!" And her delightful little Tsunami-folks get a giggle and a grin. "What's up?" She's a bit late this morning, sweeps and such. Mmmm. Sweeps. They mean time for creampuffs.

"I'll pass on my congratulations to her, then." allows Wyn. Commiserations? Maybe, as a glance is cast in the direction that the shirtless rider has vanished. She sips at her klah, giving Lylia a pleasant little wave from over at the Mudslide table before smirking blandly at V'der. "They wouldn't seem so early, if you didn't get to bed so late."

And there's a sound of rustling lace over by the doorway, accompanied by the skipping patter of little feet, when you should arrive but... S'titch! "Goooood morning, lovies!!" chirps the nancy greenrider, wiggling over to get himself some klah. Yes. Give him caffeine, why don't we? "Tsk, tsk, V'der! You look so /tired/... and that black cloak is really /not/ helping your looks, nope!"

V'der stares at S'titch, before he turns to the Mudslide and Tsunami tables. "Who votes I decapitate him right here on the spot?" No lost love between the greener and browner, nope. V'der /almost/ holds as much animosity against the nancing rider as Sii'kyn does. "I need klah," is stated, the young man rising and snagging a mug of klah, returning to his chair with a shudder.

"Or if we didn't have to get up so early," Tatia replies with an exageredtely sleepy glance toward Wyn before her gaze lingers on V'der. "Though. You're right. In his case, probably out too late. Some weyrlings you just can't trust."

"Me, unfortantly," K'nex responds to Lylia with a tired smile to her question of 'what's up'. "Hi." First 'hi' so far. He must be waking up a little...not that he looks like it..."Hmph. Whoever said that 'morning' was the time people should be waking up, was wrong..." Afternoon's the time people should getting up. "Hey now..." He mumbles, "No decapitating. You'll make a mess." So there.

Lylia wiggles a few fingers at Wyn in an absent wave. Absent, mostly because she's noticed S'titch entering and is trying to shrink down behind the table. But as she shrinks, she gives K'nex an innocent little grin. "You're up? Really? Iiiiinteresting." Kinky.

"I have heard it said," notes Wyn with an air of some strange sage. "That morning is whatever time you decide to get up. I do believe that philosophy should be applied more often." Philosophical air dissolves however, into a quick gulp of klah to mask amusement at Lylia's comment. Then it's time to ignore S'titch in favour of another bland smirk for V'der. "Not until after I've had a chance to introduce him to a scalpel..."

S'titch pouts. Cutely. So cutely you just want to run up and smack him. Although... folks tend to want to do that in any case. "Wyn, that is /not/ /nice/ at all." he pouts furthur, fluffing his lace-bedecked leathers and nursing his klah. "It's not /my/ fault I'm not tapped and don't have to fly sweeps." Day 1342: Still not Tapped.

"Except to the people whose sweeps /I'm/ awake to cover," Tatia notes with a pointed glance at Wyn. "They should certainly be awake and out doing their work. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages." She leans back a bit, glancing at Lylia shortly. "Though. Rana will be taking the morning sweeps for a bit, so /I'm/ going to sleep. As long as I want. Lylia! Did you hear we tapped Rana?" In the roughly 3 minutes since it's happened? S'titch.. is ignored. Completely. Don't look at him and he'll go away?

"Can't I, atleast, rip all the lace off his leathers?" Cue the V'der whine. He staunchily ignores Tatia and Wyn and K'nex and all of their nasty comments about him and late nights. Hey, he went to bed /early/... just didn't get that much sleep. Cough. Brownrider sips at his klah, blandly gazing a reply at Wyn. "I'll hold, you cut?"

K'nex frowns suspiciously at Lylia. He's not even going to /try/ and figure out what se meant by that. No. "Now, now children...don't get any" -twitch- "blood on the carpet..." Then he just rolls his eyes and turns his head away. Forget it. He doesn't care enough. Yawn. "Yeah...We tapped Rana..."

"We did?" Well, obviously the 'we' being 'you' in a 'you' plural kind of way... Uh. Yeah. We did. Lylia's beam is bright as she watches Tatia, eyebrow raising. "We really did? Oh, /lovely/. That girl's one of the few that had a good head on her shoulders. Pleasant dragon too." Y'know. Brown and all. She still fears S'titch. Fear.

Wyn is suddenly no longer ignoring S'titch. Nope, instead a cool grey gaze is staring appraisingly at all the attatchement points for lace ruffles on the greenrider's leathers, expression in her eyes that of a considering predator. "A surgical removal of the lace..." she breathes over to V'der in a dry drawl. "Might well be worth doing. You go around that way, and I'll cut off his escape over there...?"

"Good... glad you like her," Tatia remarks. She looks faintly relieved at Lylia's words - after all, Zai just kinda pounced her because she and K'nex were both too lazy to run an inspection. As far as Tatia knows, Rana could be a flesh-eating maniac. Yes, Tatia knows the weyrlings well. Really. All of them. Her attention shifts, and her eyes narrow on S'titch. "You know," she remarks after a moment. "If the boy does his work, you really ought to just let him have his... unfortunate.. taste in leathers. You never know what'll happen to his effectivity if you slice it all off. He'll probably pout for sevendays." Did Tatia just stand up for the laced boy?

Cue a S'titch who's suddenly had something dawn on him, in the back of whatever he has for a brain. Wyn's... looking at him. And not in a good way. Eeek! "Wyn... V'der... Lovies... what are you thinking about...? And you know, V'der, a lilac shade would suit your eyes just beautifully." Oh. Right. He's supposed to be scared now. Gotcha. "Erm... you're not /planning/ anything are you?" And thena startled blink. Did Tatia just say something in his defense?

And everyone knows the wing has filled its quota of flesh-eating maniacs. A pity, isn't it? Lylia is the quick type to follow her wingleader, casting a still-twitching glance at S'titch. "As long as someone does their work. Much bloody better than than the lazy louts who /also/ have no taste." Lylia wants to build a Bottomless Pit of Despair, just for them.

K'nex wasn't lazy! Well, he was, but mostly he just didn't want hang around with Lis any more than was possible, given that they're in the same wing and all. Kez chooses now to pick his head up off the table, although he just slumps in the chair, and peers at Tatia a moment, before looking back over at S'titch and the two riders who'd cut the lace off. "Uh." They weren't serious, right?

V'der chortles lightly. "Sounds good, Wyn," he rumbles, appreciatively. Then - gaze swings towards Tatia. "Whoa, you didn't just say that. You /didn't/ just say that." And he has no wingleader, so she can't go stomping over to him or her to demand punishment for insubordiantion! Pause. "We'r--/LILAC/?!" /Stare/.

Damia comes down from the workrooms above.

Damia steps down from the crafting area, boobs a-jigglin' as usual. What else is new? Anyway, as she goes, apron is slung over her head and tied around the back of her. Sleepy fingerwiggles and greetings are called to those across the caverns, but it appears the baker has neither the time nor the inclination to pause and gossip. Soon enough, 'Mia's reached the kitchens and as she opens the door, she turns her attention to that task, "A'righty," Can be heard as she begins in, "/Gerrup/ off ye lazy arses an' show me some /hustle/!" You'd think she were a team coach or something.

Damia heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.

Wyn gives Damia a passing nod, before tipping a little smile in V'der's direction. "Naturally, my dear V'der." she assures, on the topic of that being a good idea, before blinking at the sound of Tatia sticking up for the gayest gay greenrider to ever nance across the bowl. Well. Anyone seen four horsemen running around? She /does/ relent enough to offer a bemused look at S'titch over her mug of klah. "Relax. I am less of a threat to your lace than Entymeth is." Which, some to think of it, isn't that reassuring.

S'titch calms somewhat, although his hands are still aflutter. Until V'der bellows, which triggers an "Eeeee! Sorry! Sorry! Turquoise instead!!" as he skitters out of the way and ducks behind Tatia's chair. Hah. He's got a fellow greenrider in front of him, and he's not afriad to use her. In fact, the thought hasn't occured to him in the least, so it's impossible to be afraid of it. But Tatia makes a good thing to hide behind.

Wyrre arches regally as he blinks from the abyss of ::between::!

Tatia sends a short gaze toward S'titch, and then promptly rises and heads across the caverns for a klah refill. "Some people need to drink /less/ klah," she notes under her breath. Safety. Away from S'titch. "Thank Faranth he hasn't ended up Tsunami." No one was meant to hear that, by the way.

Stare. V'der just.. stares. At Tatia and S'titch. "Turquoi--y'know, I can actually see that." V'der stares at him, thoughtfully. "I really can." Oh, /no/! He's going over to the /real/ Dark Side.

"Mmmm. /Turquoise/." Lylia likes turquoise. She reallyreally does. "Don't you like turquoise, Tat?" She highly approves of the color, nibbling cheerfully on a creampuff as she eyes S'titch again. Though he's /still/ terribly scary.

"I like turquoise," K'nex pipes up out of nowhere with a smile. Having been silently watching most of the time. His gaze goes over to the hiding greenrider though, frowning slightly. "Oh, stop hiding. No one's going to hurt you." Kez. Telling someone not to be a wuss. Whoa. "What's wrong with that?" Kez asks, peering at Tat. He hears all. Muah. "Hm. Hey, S'titch, been tapped yet?" It's just a question. Don't get excited.

Wyn blinks at V'der. Three times. "...Turquoise?" she echoes, eyeing the black-garbed brownrider. "Well, one would be able to spot you on a dark night far more easily." she admits at last, before subsiding into a quiet conference with her klah mug. She shall speak no more on that colour.

V'der eyes everyone, and then stares at K'nex. He's asking S'titch.. a question about tapping. The browner smirks, oh-so-lightly. "Turquoise is a good color. Especially with black." Nodnod. Definate nodnod. "Of course, turquoise, Wyn-love." Leer. "You'd look good in it." Or out of it. Leer.

Tatia halts in mid-stride toward the klah, pausing for a moment with a tilted head before she shakes it swiftly and continues, quickly filling her mug. Huh. When she turns, it's to stare at K'nex. "You /do/?" she asks in horrified wonder of the turquoise statement before suddenly shaking her head violently at him and hissing "K'nex! Shut /up/!" under her breath.

"Ooooooh!! You do, Lylia lovie?" chirps S'titch, bubbly once more at the thought of his beloved pastime of colour co-ordination. "Hmm... well with your hair and eyes we might want to go a little more towards the blue, I think... I could show you some new patterns for leathers I made up, lovie?" Say no. For your own health. And then it's time to blink suddenly at K'nex. Hey, changing one's train of thought is /hard/ /work/, you know. "Tapped?" he chitters. "Oh, not yet. Really, I think all the Wingleaders must be saving the best for last, right?" And here we actually see a little bit of self-doubt in his eyes, like a sad little puppy, last of his litter to find a home. Awww.

"I do, indeed!" Chirp. Lylia is so shardin' /chipper/ as she nods, casting an amused glance over towards K'nex. "New patterns for leathers?" Her eyebrow raises. "Please tell me that they at least cover the important parts of the body and don't have /too/ many ruffles." Lylia, again, feaaaaars.

K'nex blinks at V'der, looking, well, confused. "What? What? Stop staring at me..." Like he did something /weird/. It's the same look that's turned on Tatia. "/What/? Turquoise is a perfect nice color. What's wrong with it?" Boy, he must be doing some really weird stuff, and he doesn't even know it. The brownrider looks hurt as he's told to shut up, but hangs his head in silence. Sniffle. It was just a question. Obviously, no one wants him to be a part of this conversation. Huff. "Oh, I'm sure they are, S'titch..." Sure.

Grumble. Last of his litter? V'der is destined to be the last of the litter. Grumble. "Probably, S'titch," he drawls -- "Which is the reason I've not been tapped yet." He smirks at Wyn. "I'm sure some of the people here have been well-acquainted with.. my greatness." Downright leer. Again. Leeeer. Someone should smack him.

Wyn matches the leer with an arched eyebrow. The Wyn of eighteen would smack V'der. The Wyn of 20 prefers a more... esoteric approach. "Greatness...?" she drawls with one of her most blandly innocent looks. "Why V'der... I've been well-aquainted with your greatness... And I've seen greater." Innocence. Another sip of her klah.

S'titch preens. They /do/ like him! Or tolerate him. He can live with tolerating. He flutters his eyelashes happily at Lylia, and pulls a handful of hides, all covered with concept drawings, out of an inner pocket of his jacket, spreading them out on the table and gesturing excitedly. "Oh of course, Lylia lovie!! I have lots of designs, and the lace is /optional/... But do you see this one? I'd need leather that could stretch well, for it." The design in question certainly isn't for the faint of heart. Or the soggy of midsection.

Ashli arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Poke. Pokepoke. Poke? What's all that commotion over by the entrance to the caverns? Oh no. Not again. Actually, not again. Intead of a starry green muzzle, we've got a starry green tailspade. And if you should look outside a little further, you might even see a starry green butt. But that's beside the point. The tailspade pokes around a bit, slithering between tables and causing /quite/ a stir. Despite the fact that its owner's a relatively small dragon, the tailspade is still rather large. What /is/ it doing here?

Staaaaare. V'der just stares at the starry green butt. "Is that Vesp?" he complains. "'Cause it looks like her tail." Wyn's just glared at. "I'm sure," he snaps, "Considering your history, you've seen many." Childish, not even original comebacks that don't make sense: V'der's speciality!

Lylia stares at it. Definitely an eyeful. "Uh, interesting, S'titch..." Back away slooooowly... But a little glint of amusement appears as she eyes some of the designs. "I think Quara would love it if I wore that one." But the sudden appearane of a tailspade makes her glance over her shoulder, eyebrow raising. "Oh, lovely. Just the view we all wanted."

Well, K'nex likes S'titch? At least he's certaintly never understood why everyone wants to come after the greenrider with knives. Even if the lace is...greatly overdone. It's not like they have to wear it. The brownrider leans over to peer at the designs when he pauses and stops. "Ves-.../Vesp/. Taaaaat!" Whine. "Your dragon's /in/ here..." Just in case she didn't notice for herself.

Ashli wanders in from the Kitchens, stolen bubbly in hand, she chomps away happily before stopping dead, Draggieth swinging in a slightly sticky paw, bubbly halfway to her mouth with other, stickier paw. She peers at the bit of tail zooming around and giggles softly, before jumping, exclaiming, "Wyn!! How's Vorrrkorrroth??" she trills excitedly, bopping over nearer her before blinking at the other draggie-rider curiously, she shakes her head, and whispers conspiratorially, in the way of all 'oh-so-helpful' childers, "You need to work on your comebacks." she nods, making to pat his arm, but, upon finding her hands full, what with Draggieth and half-eaten bubbly, she shrugs, and turns her attention to the other folk scattered around, and grins pleasantly, though she doesn't offer any other 'helpful' tips...

"What?" Tatia questions mildly as she glances up from her intense perusual of her klah. Evidently she was concentrating so hard on ignoring Vespurath's mental nagging that she completely missed her threat - and entrance - into the great hall. Aw.

Wyn watches the tailspade intrude with a look of bland interest, and the casual removal of her feet out of the path of it. She remembers her Search, and a certain star-patterned green's fondness for toes, yes. Then it's back to making social noises, favouring Ashli with a pleased smile. Good kidlet. "Vorkoroth is doing just fine. And your Draggieth?" she inquires, before letting a smirk slip onto her face as she turns back to V'der. "Mmm, yes. I think you /should/ work on your comebacks," she notes. "As it stands, you simply know nothing about my history. Keep up with comebacks /that/ weak, and people will start thinking you know nothing about anything." Cue beatific smile.

"No, her dragon's /rear/ is in here." Lylia gives a snort of distaste, folding her arms over her chest. Hmph. A few crumbs of creampuff get licked off her lips as she eyes Tatia, eyebrow raised. "It's /scary/. Probably will frigten the children. Or something." All green dragons are scary. Why she sensibly rides brown. Because /no/ browns are /eeever/ scary. Cough.

V'der eyes, and sniffs at Wyn. "You're just jealous," he grumbles. Sore loser. He's so much better in bed than with words. Thought that doesn't say much, now, does it? Sigh. "Yes, it is scary. Though it's a considerably greenish action to do," V'der sensibly points out. ".../I'm/ not surprised."

Ashli grins brightly at Wyn, hoisting said bronze plushie a bit higher with a grin. "Good, good. That crazy Larnat tried to cook him in an oven, but I rescued him." she notes proudly, sapphire eyes sparkling as she winks at Wyn before sending a pitying glance at V'der. Any of the kidlets would eat him alive if he kept on with comebacks like that...maybe he should spend some time in the bratcaves. She giggles at Lylia's statement, and retorts, "I'm not scared! I think it's funny..." she muffles another giggle with a bite of bubbly...

And S'titch is just completely oblivious to any dragon hind ends intruding into places they ought not to be. Despite the mental snickering of Entymeth. Nope, nancy ex-Weaver is in a magical happy land of Clothing Design, burbling and making a few changes to the hide in front of him, before tapping spastically at Lylia. "Oooh! Tell me what you think now?"

K'nex opens his mouth to say something again and then swiftly closes it with a nod. "Yeah, what Lylia said...," he agrees, aving a pointing finger at the searching tail. "Uhm..Can't you...do...something about it, Tat? Tat?" Hello, Pern to Tatia. Your dragon's butt is in the carverns.

Duh duh. Duh duh. Duhduhduhduhduh! Perhaps the starry green was hoping that no one would recognize her speckled hide. O r perhaps she was just hoping to make less of a stir with her tail and in so doing, actually get some of that klah she desires. Unfortunately, it's rather hard to maneuver one's tail when one's head is not in the same vicinity. /You/ try looking through Tatia's eyes and guide your tail through them. 'tis rather hard. Eventually, the tail spade's tip bumps into S'titch's leg. Maybe /now/ he won't ignore her. Having found something round -- perhaps klah carraffe shaped? -- the spade explores up his calf, past his knee and across his thigh. Hrm. Horny green?

Lylia gives a little sniffle towards Ashli. "You should be scared. It's terribly scary." And now, as Lylia watches the tail's actions, she shudders. "Come now. That's bloody /terrifying/. Tat!" Hmph. "Is there /anything/ you can do about that dragontail of yours?" Since it's decided to molest S'titch, and he hasn't helped her find leathers to impress Quara with yet. Hmph.

Wyn suddenly blows V'der a little kiss, an abrupt shift from her usual cool outer facade. "Jealous...?" she inquires in her low alto. "Of /what/?" Then it's back to her klah, and conversation with Ashli. A 7-turner is more interesting than V'der? Perhaps not, but Wyn likes the kid, and is getting tired of Anaki-- er, V'der's whining. "Cooked in an oven...?" she trails off in favour of now staring at Vespurath's tail, apparently planning to do Naughty Things to S'titch. Is she checking to see if /his/ parts are broken?

Tatia finally glances up, and with a truly remarkable amount of calm, she notes Vespurath's tail snaking across various bits of S'titch. "Oh. Right." And then she goes back to her klah. It's too early to deal with this. She's too tired. And the cieling isn't cracking yet, so Tat'll just let S'titch get all worried about the appearance of the green.

V'der preens for a moment, and then /stares/. "Tat!" he barks. "We've gotta teach some your green some manners - and improve her taste." He glares at the tail disapprovingly. Wyn's ignored, now. Yeah.

Ashli giggles as the tail wanders over to attack S'titch, and muffles her giggles with another bite of bubbly before shaking her head at Lylia. "Draggies aren't skeery." she announces steadfastly, before nodding at Wyn. "She threatened to cook him in an oven if I didn't tell her something." her face turns slightly pale at the memory, and petite fingers clutch plushie tighter, squishing him against her leg.

"You see? I've added a few darts here to make it more form fitting and EEEEEK!! Gettaway, gettaway gettaway!!!!" And... that would be S'titch, discovering that bad things happen when you ignore Vespurath and her tail. "Tatia loviiiiiie!!" he whimpers. "Your dragons doing things to meeeee!"

"So move?" Tatia suggests nonchalantly. "Me telling her to stop isn't really going to do anything, you know. She must just like you. Take her a pot of klah and she'll love you forever." Which is what everyone wants.

Ew! "Goodness..." K'nex backs up in his chair, scooting away from the Tail that's poking around. Poor S'titch. "Yes, it is," he stutters, in agreement with Lylia. Green and terrifying. Eesh. "Can't you get her outta here...?" The brownrider whines, waving his hands in a shooing motion. Which does /so/ much good.

Damn straight! S'titch /needs/ Naughty Things to be done to him. Most definitely. Oooh. And look. She got someone to say Tati Lovie. That's gotta be worth something. With a start, the tail stops going for the man's bits -- which may or may not be broken. We haven't quite found out yet. They might just be needing a little tweak one way or the other. At least Vespurath isn't willing to mess with S'titch's manhood. She already broke K'nex's, we suspect and therefore, that starry tail moves for the man's shirt, sliding up underneath the tunic. Mmmm. Soft S'titch. Actually, Vespurath moisturizes -- or Tat moisterizes her -- and her own hide's rather soft.

"Vespurath is," Lylia remarks towards Ashli with a definite giggle. And the tail gets eyed as the brownrider scoots away. "Come now, S'titch. It's not /that/ scary." Of course, Ly's not the one getting groped by a dragontail. "Tat, you /must/ be able to have some control over her." Or do they have to chop off the tail? Chopie-chopie.

Damn /Straight/? S'titch? Not in /this/ lifetime. S'titch continues to whimper. "But... but... she's /touching/ me. And she'll /trip/ me if I move away. Lylia, lovie, can you /do/ something?" Whine. Whimper. Plead. Entymeth isn't doing a thing, it seems. In fact, the green is probably parked out in the bowl and cackling with glee.

Ashli sends a sympathetic glance at S'titch, though her eyes dance with mirth, and her mouth is filled with bubbly, so as not to giggle, but she is forced to swallow quickly and clap a hand over her mouth at the green's latest antic. Giggle-snort. She grins at Lylia, and notes, "Well, Vesspurrrath is probably just...bored." she nods intelligently, and she muffles another giggle as S'titch pleads...

"Have you met my dragon?" Tatia inquires mildly. "I distinctly remembering R'sli telling me as a weyrling that I had to learn to control her. Guess what? This is pretty much the extent to which my control goes," she states, waving an idle hand toward Vespurath's tail. "Though I daresay she'll stop if he takes her klah. She's interested now, though."

"Bloody greens," is the mumbled reply to just about everything from Lylia's corner. S'titch gets a sympathetic grin, but nope, ain't nothing she can do. "Sorry, dear. Doesn't seem to be. But at least you've got a pretty female all over you? Look on the bright side." Yes. Somewhere, there's a bright side. Maybe. Possibly. Yes.

K'nex rolls his eyes and looks away. He's...just not going to watch that, thanks. At least it isn't /him/, though, which is nice not to be the object of Vespurath's terror and annoyingness for once. Poor Tat. She has to live with the green dragon. "So, someone wanna bring Vesp klah?" Not that he's vollunteering himself. No way.

"Oh, please, Wyn," V'der snaps. "I leave the chasing up to Darth. I don't /need/ to chase females. They come to me." And, they do, scarily enough. Let's just hope V'der doesn't grow up to become a mini-N'sync. Blink. "This is S'titch we're talking about, Lylia," he points out. "If it was a brown, bronze, or blue tail, I have no doubt he'd be.. through the roof with happiness." Snort. "Oh, klah?" Peer.

Ashli giggles at Tatia, before dissolving into giggles at Wyn's innocent query. She takes a bite of bubbly to try and calm down, though her eyes still dance with mirth. Ooh, ooh! She dances excitedly, announcing, "I'll go bring her klah!" she darts over to the pitcher, and, upon deeming the mugs not large enough, pops the rest of the bubbly in her mouth, sticks Draggieth in her rucksack, and uses both hands to lift and tote the pitcher. She meanders towards the entrance, pitcher clutched possessively...

S'titch is almost completely beyond speech. Which some might take as a blessing. Still, he manages a confused little whimper of "Klah, lovies...?" before he's engulfed in a tail and dragged slowly away. Muffled sounds like "Watch the /lace/!!" echo upwards as he concentrates on struggling and keeping his klah from spilling.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that he twists a curious and amused little spiral of blue towards Vespurath. <<What fascinates you about the lacy one, so much?>> he queries.

"Well, still. Vesp is rather manly for a green, don't you think?" An evil little smile rests upon Lylia's lips. Just oh-so-innocent. "Don't spill, dear S'titch, I'm sure the stains will /never/ come out." Oooh. The stains, the stains! Fear them. Greatly. "I don't suppose anyone will grab some klah to save the poor boy?" Because she does loathe to move.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that Vespurath's tones swirl with confusion, a mass and chaos of color. << Lacy one? What lacy one? I'm lookin' for /klah/. Does this one have klah? >> Squeeze. << Maybe yours will get me some klah. Because Tatia is not being very cooperative. >> A heavy sigh follows. Situation normal for the poor, long-suffering green, it appears.

Fortunately for S'titch, the tail pauses and he's left there. For a minute. It seems as if Vespurath's considering something and if her muzzle were in the caverns as well, one could see the confusion flittering about her star-touched face. Odd, how Vesp can so such emotion on such a face as a dragon. That just takes talent, doesn't it?

Wyn clucks her tongue at V'der, even though her gaze is focused on the misfortunes of S'titch. "Tsk, tsk... so defensive on that point. Repressing something are we, my dear V'der?" she inquires innocently, before turning back to watch the nancy greenrider as he's abandoned. Tell her he'll have the sense to run?

"Your phsycobabble doesn't work on me, /bluerider/," V'der hisses. Darth's influencing him again. "Will someone just smack the tail?" He complains. Yeah. "A good whap and she'll leave." Hopefully. Hey, ain't violence the way to end everything? Cough.

Tatia stands suddenly, gaze blazing with amazing swiftness. "Touch my dragon, little boy," she hisses toward Vader. "And you'll wish you'd never come to this weyr."

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that he ponders over this, his spiral of blue condensing and whirling in a little maelstrom of thought. <<She might. But there is the small problem of your posterior blocking the exit, milady.>>

Don't look at K'nex. Vespurath's tail isn't groping him, therefore he doesn't actually have to do anything. Besides, it's Vesp. He glances over at V'der, "Right, /you/ hit it then and I'll laugh whne she hits you back."

Ashli wobbles towards the entrance, her arms getting slightly tired, she rests against the wall next to the opening, glancing over at starry green draggie bottom. She sends a quick gaze out at the soap opera of Tatia, Wyn, and V'der, and blinks, though she does nod approvingly. Who does that V'der think he is? Chauvinist. She frowns quietly, and hoists the pitcher again, not quite sure where to head from here. Perhaps she can sneak around the edge...but if the draggie moved only a bit, there'd be a squishy Ashli...

V'der raises an eyebrow. "Shellit, wingleader," he sneers. "I thought you had power to control yourself. Can't you take a joke?" Scowl.

<Local> Vorkoroth senses that Vespurath thinks << My posterior? >> According to Vespurath, her posterior can't block /anything/, much less an exit to a living caverns. << What's wrong with it? I think it's really quite pretty. It's blocking-- >> Pause. << Oh. Well, I'll move in just a moment, I 'spose. >> If she has to. << It's really rather a bother, though... >>

Mosiah arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Wyn clucks her tongue at V'der again. "Ego leads to anger. Anger leads to violence. Violence leads to suffering. Specifically yours, apparently." she muses philosophically, before eyeing Vespurath's tail. "So, ah, how does she intend to /get/ the klah, with her backside filling the doorway?"

And S'titch? Well, we can't forget about /him/. Released by the tail, he sits there on the floor and gibbers for a bit, before starting, weakly, to crawl away, taking frequent restorative sips of his klah along the way and whimpering unintelligibly. His lace is wrinkled!

Tatia stares at V'der for a moment before shaking her head, a slight sneer appearing as she turns on her heel and stalks toward the door. "Vesp. Move. I'm coming out." And with that, she's gone, only her voice floating back through the door. "And if you want him, get Lylia or K'nex to get him. /I'm/ not doing it. And then she's gone. Aw.

Suffering is right. Someone's said /something/ right, and therefore the green tail gives one last loving squeeze, then unwinds from S'titch, allowing his tunic to finally slide back in to place. See? He's her special little one. He's touched, now. Unfortunately -- or perhaps fortunately, however you look at it -- as her tail is wipping back out into the Bowl, it flips past V'der and knocks him right upside the head. Ooops. Did she do that? Of course not. Abruptly, she's gone and out in the Bowl, awaiting her klah. And she'd /better/ get it too.

"Awww. Poor dear." Lylia gives a sympathetic cluck of the tongue at S'titch, shaking her head. "Don't get dusty down there, dear." Dust /and/ wrinkles. Terrible! But a puzzled look is cast at Tatia's retreating back, a glance shot at K'nex. "/We/ have to get him?" But. Awwww. "K'nex, I think you should get Vespurath some klah." Beam.

Tatia goes home.

K'nex blinks, staring in confusion. The brownrider turns to look at Lylia, one brow raised slightly. "What are we supposed to get?" Pause. "Some klah?" He glances back at the doorway, green butt gone. "Well...she left." so there, no klah. Kez frowns, mostly in confusion, and blinks. Oh.../that/ him.

Ashli peers at the open entrance, and takes a few tentative steps outwards, grinning before she gazes up at the dragon, klah held out in two hands. "Would you like some?" is questioned innocently, and she glances quickly at Tatia, to make sure it's okay. She tilts her head to the side, and a soft giggle is heard from outside before Ashli gaily dances back in, pitcher mysteriously disappeared, and Draggieth is dug out of her rucksack happily. Yay! Fun fun fun...she blinks a few times, before frowning, and, waving to all, she darts back out into the Bowl, zooming off to who-knows-where...

Ashli has disconnected.

Slowly, very slowly, S'titch manages to get to his feet, brushing off his leathers and staring down at the crumpled lace with an expression of profound dismay before shuffling over to retake his seat and refil his mug with juice. Klah is evil. Klah caused him to become /wrinkled/. He settles in, oblivious to the others and apparently intent on poncing off to have a proper 19-Turn-Old Greenrider Sulk, until one of his now-scattered sketches catches his eye and the sulk vanishes in an expression of rapt fascination and an "Oooooooh..."

"Some klah, yep." Lylia gives a slight nod to K'nex, before looking over at S'titch. "Hrm. Whatcha think?" Another glance at the brownrider, eyebrow raising just a hair. Poor little greenrider, having his greenrider sulk. At least he's got a butt like granite. "He's a pleasant sort, don't you think?"

"Well /I/ like him," K'nex declares, titling his head to look at S'titch, "Even if he's got...scary...leathers." Lace. Shudder. He glances back over to Lylia and shrugs, small smile on his lips. "If nothing else, we could get him to take those sweeps no one else wants by threatening to sic Vesp on him?" Not that Kez would ever do that...He's not cruel like that, no.

V'der just sits there, rubbing the side of his head and glaring out the door. Bah. Well, atleast he can be one of the few that can say that they were actually smacked by a green dragon. Cackle.

Wyn could probably find other terms to describe S'titch, but if what she's witnessing is what she thinks she's witnessing, it means that S'titch will not end up in Mudslide, should things go well. So she'll not offer those terms. Instead offering a fairly friendly smile in V'der's direction. "Hmm... well at least she didn't attempt to castrate you like I heard that cook threatening, the other day..." she drawls.

S'titch, his lacy leathers, and his granite-like butt are all currently engaged in modifying the leathers-sketch he was twittering about before the Vespurath Incident occurred, occasional thoughts like "Oooh! A bustier!" escaping to find form in the air and letting the Tsunamites confer unimpeded.

"Or threatening to take his lace. Or dye it puce." Ewwwww. /Puce/. But for her luck, he'd like the color. Lylia gives a little nod of agreement, bangs flopping against her forehead as she eyes the greenrider. "Definitely like him, though. And it'll torture Tat." Additional bonus. Gotta love it. "Hey S'tiiiitch," she croons. "Come over here, would you?" Preen.

V'der gives Wyn a dirty look, but barks out a laugh. "True, true -- very true." He shakes his head, rises, and refills his mug of klah, before returning, and settling down on the chair. "Um. S'titch... you really don't need to have a bustier." Stare. And then, he eyes K'nex and Ly and all of those Tsunami-types.. before choking with laughter.

"Not for /me/, V'der lovie!" chitters S'titch with a trill of a laugh. "For /Lylia/... Me? Oh, certainly /not/..." he chirps, shaking his head, and then bouncing over towards Lylia like a hyperactive puppy. Fortunately, he's housebroken. "Yes?" Chirp. Bounce.

K'nex wrinkles his nose. "Puce? Come on, Lylia, that's mean even for Tsunami..." Ew. Puce. He nods his head in agreement though. Yes, Tat will kill them. Or at least give them dirty looks forever and ever. So he'll blame it on Lylia. Of course. Even though he agreed. Beam. "Yes, S'titch...Come here." Muah.

"Isn't he a doll? I'm gonna have leathers that'll knock Quara off her /feet/." Beam. Lylia is happy at the thought. And possibly frighten every future weyrling class. K'nex just receives her sticking her tongue out at him. Nothing is too evil for Tsunami! And S'titch gets leered at. "Heeeeeeereeeee, S'titch. We've got a present for you."

Wyn flickers an eyebrow at V'der, as she spots he, too, figuring out what's going on. A rather amused look settles on serene features, as she murmurs an aside to her clutchmate of "Do you think they'll dare let /him/ reach down their pants?"

K'nex rolls his eyes at Lylia, but he's trying to hide an amused grin. "Uh-huh...Sure. A doll." The brownrider turns his attention on the nancy greenrider. And there's no /way/ anyone's hands are going down his pants, so you can just halt that thought /right/ there.

S'titch comes when called. Good puppy. He skitters to a halt in front of the Tsunamites and bobs his head. "Yes, lovies? I'm here now. Ooooh! Lylia lovie, /do/ remind me that I'll need to measure you to get a proper pattern made!" And somehow, he's got a tape measure in his hand. Scary. Although as of yet he seems to be too chirpy to remember how to use it.

"A /complete/ doll." Lylia likes this one. Muchly. And the potential for skanky new leathers. But he gets a syrupy-sweet grin. "Oh, /certainly/. We'll come up with something lovely." And skanky. "It's down K'nex's shirt," she whispers. Innocently.
Before she gets killed, the brownrider scampers off to hide. Whee.

Lylia has disconnected.

Mosiah has disconnected.

Mr. Bojangles comes to the rescue! (OOC)

Lhana glitters in from the Central Bowl.

K'nex rolls his eyes at Lylia again, but then blinks and stares as she just...scampers off! "Hey! Hey! Come /back/ here! You can just leave me with..." The brownrider pauses, and blinks, and looks back at S'titch. "Uh....ahem...uh...Hi..." Blink. Damn, now he forgot what was going on. "Lhana!" Wing support! Yeah! She must know what's going on, right?

The housekeeper arrives to cart Lylia off to bed.

"Ooooh?" inquires S'titch of Lylia with a happy squeak, before advancing on K'nex with an "Ooooohhh..." of happiness. S'titch, as Ike and V'der have scarringly found out, has a bit of a thing for brownriders. But he's behaving himself, for the most part, beyond the lace and the disturbingly-tight leathers and the sheer... S'titchness. "Whatisit, whatisit whatisit!?!?!?" he twitters, before making a grab in the direction of K'nex's tunic.

Lhana is here. Yes, yes she is. She appears, like a violent rainstorm somehow caught, stuffed into a Lhana-shaped mold, cooked atop a volcano until it was nice and solid, then wrapped in Lhana-skin and covered with pink leather. Or else just like Lhana looking really, really outraged by something. She storms over to K'nex immediately, not bothering with trifling things like hellos, and pulls him aside, hopefully out of the reach of grabby greenriders. "I did /not/ hear what I think I just heard," she states furiously.

You overhear Lhana mutter, "... ... /not/ letting S'titch in ... ... ..." to K'nex.

Wyn is just getting a little disturbed now. Yep. So the Mudslider contents herself with a little wave to Lhana, before melting into a conveniantly dark corner with her klah mug.

"Auuuuuugh!" K'nex shouts - Hey, you'd yell too if you saw S'titch reach out with a grabby hand towards you - and backs up so quickly he overbalances and topples the chair he's been sitting on, promptly bringing himself and the said chair to the floor. "Ahhhh-Ooof! Ow...." Whine. Well...He's pulled aside? Sorta? Wait! He's being yelled at? Where's the wing support here? Hello? He's /so/ your wingsecond. "What? The strap check?" He asks from the floor, sitting up. "Oh. That. Well, yes, we are, why not?" K'nex doesn't bother to mutter or whisper.

"But... but..." Oh, poor confused little S'titch, with his lace /still/ wrinkled from Vespurath's tender mercies. "But Lylia /told/ me to look there." Sigh. Flutter. Pout. "Lhana, lovie, what are you /talking/ about?" he wonders.

Lhana sighs. Okay, so she actually has no say whatsoever on the matter. But it was worth a shot. K'nex's answer, like most of his, earn a hefty glare from Lhana, who stomps over to a chair and makes it /quite/ apparent that she's not happy about this. She's good at that. "Nothing," she snaps at S'titch, before something seems to sort of dawn on her. All at once, a smile spreads across her face - a not good smile. "Just...what's down K'nex's shirt. Ly told you to get it?" she asks, her tone the sort of casual that immediately tips off others to the presence of something they want. You know the one. "Well then, you should look there." Then she leans forward, her eyes glittering. "Though it could be hard to find. You'll have to give K'nex a nice, /thorough/ search for it." Sagenod. Indeed.

K'nex frowns upwards at the greenrider. The nancy once. "You - stay /away/ from my shirt. It's not in there, it's in my pocket." He starts to turn away and then turns back, waggling a finger at S'titch and scowling. "And don't you go grabbing there, either." Yes, he'll ruin your fun if he pleases. Lhana's too, apperantly, and he's not even trying. Sniffle. Lhana doesn't like him. All she does is glare. "Hey now.../no one/ is reaching into my clothes!"

Lhana isn't going to let him off that easy. There is /no/ way. If Lhana had to search through Lis's shirt, then K'nex can have his clothes reached into. And that's all there is to it. The non-nancy greenrider springs from her chair, grasps S'titch by his nancy-boy shoulders, and hurls him toward K'nex. "He's lying!" she declares. "You have to find it!" And he'd /better/ go find it. Or Lhana'll just have to glare at him, too.

Poor, poor, confused little S'titch. "Well if it's not in your tunic, and I can't reach into your pocket, then how am I supposed to see it, whatever it is?" he queries. Yes, S'titch really has no clue as to what's going on.

K'nex is just going to ignore Lhana. See? Ignoreignoreignoreignore. "S'titch, I'll give it to you. Don't listen to Lhana, you don't need to go searching through my clothes." Small glare for Lhana, at that. Lis isn't here, and no one is going through his clothes. He refuses to be groped like that. The brownrider stands up and begins rumaging through his pockets. "I /think/ I have one anyway..." Not that he's mentioned what it is.

S'titch wouldn't grope! Much... Actually, S'titch would probably faint, if he actually got to touch a fine specimen of brownrider such as K'nex without being swatted. Someone will likely be ecstatic when Entymeth actually gets around to rising. But he manages to look a little less confused. "Give it to me? What? What? Will it look good with my lace?"

Lhana crosses her arms irritably, not liking to be defeated on this. "Don't listen to him, S'titch," she says, as persuasively as she can manage. "He just wants to keep you from getting it." Then she sits up, a new idea reaching her, and she leans in toward the greener confidentially. "In reality, I think he's flirting with you." She nods, sagely.

K'nex glares at Lhana, with a scary a glare as he can manage. Keep in mind that this is Kez, and therefore it's probably not that scary. "You. Hush. You're you'll have morning sweeps with Lis for months." So /there/. Now, back to S'titch, who he is /not/ flirting with, "Uhm...It should look good with your lace? It's blue and white..." The brownrider shakes his head, and then suddenly beams as he /finds/ the blasted thing. "Ah-ha! Here it is. Welcome to Tsunami," he says, holding out the badge. Who said he had an option?

And S'titch... faints. After one long "Oooooh!" of sheer bliss, the peripatetic little greenrider slides down to land on the floor with a thump and a rustle of lace.