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Harper's Tale 2 - Friday, June 28, 2002, 11:11 AM
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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-eight firelizards.
You see OOC NOTICE (look sign), Thief, Vtol, Clothes Mixup Note, It, and Llaammaa here.
K'nex, Sii'kyn, Tatia, and Rana are here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl     Kitchens     Inner Caverns     Crafting Area
Vorkoroth> Wyn walks to the Caverns.

Leolin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

K'nex squints at Ike, slightly worried look still on his face, but then again he could just be pondering if it's possible to relocate the brownrider somewhere else. Ahem. "Hey Rana," he greets, biting into his piece of fruit and chewing thoughtfully. "Our...uhm...Well...If ours get drunk, they tend to paint 'Tsunami' on their chest and run through the caverns shirtless. I don't suppose that's any better, hm?" No? "At least that's a select few...," he mutters, trailing off a bit at the mention of morning sweeps. "Oh, Yes, Lis said she's tired of morning sweeps," Kez says dully, looking at Tatia from across the Tsunami table.

"Clearly you did." Rana agrees, before her eyebrows climb even higher, "Hope Wyns not right about what?" She queries. "Being drunk in the morning not being a good thing?" She's started towards where the drinks are, filling a mug with hot tea, before going back towards Ike and the Tsunami's.

Leolin slips into the living cavern, eyes being rubbed as he does so. A yawn leaves him as hand leaves his eyes. Eventually he stumbles over to the klah and pours himself a mug before he waves to the riders. "Good day, Rana." He says to the only know he thinks he knows. He finds a seat and sits down, still looking a bit tired.

Sii'kyn scowls at Tatia, but his brain's too fried to really allow him to engage her in a verbal spar. Instead, he plunks his forehead down in the cold water again, this time just whimpering. "It's.. cold," he mutters. He sniggers at K'nex, however, remember that incident quite well. Oh, yes. Tsunamis can get drunk, paint themselves, and run naked, and Inferno's can get sloshed whenever (with their wingleader, even...), but if one Mudslider is completely drunk and is seated at the Tsunami table to get ahold of himself: it's a big deal. Yeah. Sigh. Mrphk. "She said something about Retsina doing weird things to my.. well, /something/ internal." He can't think. "Something bad."

"Liver, m'dear Ike. Liver." supplies Wyn, displaying preturnatural timing as she breezes blandly in from the outside world, collects a mug of klah and some cookies (/Does/ she eat anything else?) and commences to supplement the enemy forces at the Tsunami table. "Too much Retsina will kill it off. But if you're contemplating death by alchohol, you'll have to keep at it for a while. Ah. Good morn, Tatia, K'nex, Rana... Leolin?" My. Wyn seems in a cheerful mood this morning. For Wyn.

Precisely. Nice to see that Ike has a decent grasp of the weyr situation. Tatia frowns, mug hovering halfway to her lips as she stares at K'nex. "Then tell Lis she can sharding well talk someone else into taking them. /Everyone's/ tired of early morning sweeps, and /I'm/ tired of having to cover because we've got riders out with scores because they can't sharding pay attention during fall!" Ooo. Ranting Tatia. "And we ought to do something about that silly tradition. Makes us look bad." And then she buries herself in her klah with what may, perhaps, be an audible 'hmph'

It's not like you'd ever see K'nex get drunk, paint himself, and run around naked. It's a select few Tsunami's who do that, really. Cough. "I dunno, Wyn...Ike seems to be trying /real/ hard for that end game," he mentions, gesturing his half-eaten fruit at the brownrider with a grin. Haha. "Ooo, ow..Tat...Don't yell at /me/. I'm not over here barganing for Lis' sake, I just brought it up because I said I would and because she threatened you. I honestly don't care if she takes morning sweeps forever and ever." See Kez pout. That was so uncalled for. "Besides, Auri said she'd take them." He has little to say about that tradition or whatever it is, he just shrugs.

Rana nods slightly to Leolin, "Morning. Leolin right?" Does she get brownie points for remembering names this early? She doesn't look overly sympathetic to what Retsina might do to poor drunken Ike, plunking in a chair with just enough grace to keep her tea from spilling. "So...well then, if you go and fall over dead from it, we'll know she's right. If not, then...maybe not." Lovely display of logic from Tired Browner over here. And speaking of..."Hey Wyn."

Leolin nods to Wyn, "Aye..and morning." He heard the question in tone when Wyn said his name. His eye is rubbed again before a drink of the war klah is taken. A soft sigh is let out as he swallows the warm klah, eyes flickering about the riders."Yes Leolin." He says a bit softly without looking at Rana. Brownie points? Perhaps a few...maybe one or two.

Sii'kyn lifts his head, snags a random non-leather garment from a person bustling with clean laundry, and wipes his face. Then, he eyes Wyn. "Li--liver. Okay. Remind me to stop drinking, one of these days, will you?" He winces as he sips at the hot klah, and eyes Tatia. Turning to Rana, he comments, "Y'know, makes me wonder how long since Tat had a good lay. I mean, look at her. She's even /more/ irritated and cranky than her typic--" and then, he shuts up, even in drunken mode remembering what happened the /last/ time he used the "H" word in her presence. "Mrah." Sip. Nose wrinkles. He sighs. Sigh.

"She /threatened/ me?" Tatia questions incredulously, gulping back a mouthful of hot, hot klah with a grimace. "What do you mean, she /threatened/ me?" The greenrider is, obviously, irate, and thus, not paying much attention to anyone else. Thankfully. Because we'de all hate to see Tat's reaction to Ike's statement, wouldn't we?

"I'll most certainly do that." assures Wyn to Ike with a air of grave solemnity. "Ah... out of curiosity, why the conference with the bottle. I'm /not/ going to ride your sweeps for you," she warns, before a sudden choked sound lets everyone know that she's just managed to process Ike's comment about Tatia. A sudden grin is hidden behind a sip of her klah before the little bluerider all-too-innocently offers "Well why don't you ask her...?"

K'nex glances over at Ike, looking rather startled momentarily, before he pays attention his his fruit. A lot of his attention to his fruit. Just staring at it and turning it in his hands. "Erm...She threatened to get you removed from wingleader...You know, I really don't want to discuss it...," Kez says to Tatia, still playing with his food. That brings up uncomfortable memories of his last conversation with Lis. Yech.

Rana looks satisfied. She got the name right. Good start to the day. "So how're you then Leolin?" She breaks off civil conversation to stare at Ike. "Ike. Has anyone ever taught you about tact?" She asks dryly, though Wyn's words bring about a muffled chuckle. "The question is, is it /safe/ to ask her..." She murmurs to the bluerider, glancing at the cranky Tatia.

Leolin chuckles softly for a moment as he holds some klah in his mouth, saving the warmth. After swallowing he speaks to Rana, "I'm well. Yourself?" An eyebrow lifts and head is tilted to one side as klah is set down on the table before him.

Sii'kyn scoots down the table, and leeeans over and taps at Tatia's shoulder. "Me'n'Wyn made a bet," he drawls out - he might be drunk, but if he goes down, she's going down with him! - "About when the last time you had a good..." He ponders for a good word, and then just decides for the one he just used. "Uhmn, a good lay. You see, /I/ think that you're cranky and irritated because you haven't had any good lovin' lately."

And Wyn... All of a sudden looks horrified. Grey eyes jump to the size of saucers, and she mutters something suspiciously sounding like "You rat bastard..." before coughing and deciding what the hell, she can duck faster than Ike, in his state. A pleading look is given to Rana, before she trots over to Tatia as well, nodding sagely. "Yes. And /I/ felt that you were simply acting out in response to the stresses of motherhood and wingleadership. So, which of us gets the 4 marks?" She's quite sure that Tat won't admit to Ike's comment, even if Wyn herself thinks it's true.

Leolin looks at Sii'kyn as he hears his comment. "Oh..he's askin for it." Lion mutters out. He doesn't know Tat but he's seen her in action and has heard enough stories then to mess with her. He shakes his head, he's pretty sure if Tat wanted 'love' she could get some. His eyes trace over the drunk rider before he looks at Wyn, "I'm going to guess you really didn't want in that." Hair is flicked from his face before he looks back at Tat to see her reaction to him.

Those who know the greenrider would probably be waiting for the resounding *thwack* of Tat's fist coming into contact with Sii'kyn's nose right about now. Because Tatia is certainly angry at her early hour of awakening this morning anyway - and Ike's question is not the best of subjects to touch on with the greenrider, ever, let alone when she's irate. Still, the question comes as something of a shock, and Tatia's eyes widen until they can widen no further, and anything that may have resembled color in her complexion drains quickly, leaving her pale - and furious. Icily so. "I haven't had any.. /what/?" she replies cooly, her gaze searing as she regards Sii'kyn. Just give her a minute. She's working up to it. Wyn is ignored, for the moment, while she deals with this... brownrider.

"I'm alright." Comes Ranas responce to Leolin, though she's quickly distracted by Sii'kyn and his death wish. Death wish that's carrying over to Wyn too apparently. "That was low Ike." She murmurs, though that doesn't quell her amused interest in the whole situation. The look she gets from Wyn is taken into consideration, and after a pause she voices, loud enough for Tatia to hear, "Ike. How nice of you and generous, to let Wyn in on your...um...bet...suspicions, whatever, which were intially your idea." It's the best possible save her still morningish brain can come up with.

K'nex is not here. Nonononono. The brownrider shuts his eyes firmly at Sii'kyn's question. If he can't see them, maybe they can't see him? He's not here, he's not a part of this, he didn't hear that...and he waits...and waits...Indeed for that resounding thwak. One eye opens partly too peer at Tatia, and then Ike, and anyone else he can see without having to move. She didn't hit him? At least ...yet?

Sii'kyn's not just /any/ brownrider. He's a shelling sexy one, even when drunk. Even moreso when drunk, even.. So, he pulls off this next line with something of a drawled suggestiveness. "I was asking if you haven't had a piece of ass, pet, and that's why you're so shelling irritable this morn." He /completely/ ignores Wyn and Rana, coolly arrogant gaze affixed to the wingleader with a detatchment not typically shown by the browner. Dang Quara: he /is/ turning into Spike.

Wyn, content to be ignored by Tatia, backs off a pace or two with an air of leaving her wingmate to his fate, gives Rana a grateful look, and pulls out a scrap of hide and a pen, scrawling off some message or another and then waiting to send it off to the Infirmary. "Ike, dear," she advises, sounding far too amused for her own good. "Really, your euphemisms could use some work. "

Tatia stands, slowly. Her hands are, indeed, clenched into fists, but it's the expression that crosses her face that ought to really cause worry. An intense mixture of fury and pain that settles neatly into disdain as she shakes her head. "Yes, that's exactly what it is, Sii'kyn. All my problems revolve around when I was last /shagged/. As a wingleader, of course, I don't ever have anything more /important/ to worry me." Her head shakes, and she laughs shortly as a chair is shoved out of her way. "When you grow up enough to actually lay claim to that shiny new knot of yours, do drop by. Until then, I think I'll have a chat with your new wingleader." Her gaze drops toward K'nex and her abandoned mug of klah. "I'm going. Find someone to do those sweeps I was supposed to cover." Evidently /she's/ not going to do them - though where she is going is anyone's guess. Poor Kez. Good thing he likes morning sweeps.. right?
Tatia exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

N'sync appears from ::between:: in a cloak of dark blue and a flash of polished talons.

Leolin watches Tat leave and looks at the stupid rider, "That was low, real low." He says aloud to the rider his head shaking. "I may not be a rider but I know that you shouldn't be /stupid/ enough to say anything like that to /anyone/. Rider or not." Lion drains his klah and sets down the mug, eyes looking at Sii'kyn for a moment before they turn to Rana. "Good to hear." Getting to his feet he starts to head out, "I'm gunna see if she's okay. I may not know her or nothing but that wasn't right." Lion shakes hair from his eyes and walks out.
Leolin exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Sii'kyn twists in his seat. "But /why/? Piece of--- my terminology is perfectly acceptable," he slurrs. He turns back, and gazes after the retreating wingleader, shaking his head mournfully. "Poor woman." He glances about, apparently unpeturbed; in fact, a lazy smile is scrawled across his face. And then, he arches a 'brow at Leolin, shaking his head. "Eh, some people are insane." Like himself. Head shakes again.

Rana's eyebrows are somewhere by her hairline. "Well." Blink. "That backfired, didn't it Ike? Better watch out, sounds like she really is going to talk to your 'leader." She remarks, sipping at her tea. Eyes unfocus, and then widen. "Of all times...Byn...ugh." She growls in irritation, getting to her feet. "Excuse me. I've got to go keep Byndareth from being stupid." Her tone implies the "again" she doesn't say. "Have a good morning." And with that she hurries out to the bowl.
Rana exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Wyn just shakes her head and pats Sii'kyn on the shoulder, a sisterly 'boys can be /so/ dumb' gesture before she settles back into her seat. "It's a proper term..." she allows in a dry drawl. "But it's perhaps a tad... blunt?" She's not going to bother with pointing out the consequences of royally teeing off Tatia. That'll likely occur to him on his own, in an hour or so. She glances over to K'nex and tilts her head. "So... think she'll coat him in ambersap and leave him for insects?"

Crystal enters the caverns looking slightly weary for wear, having just finished up some chores. Ready for breakfast, she grabs something light and takes a seat, offering a friendly wave to the other early risers in the caverns. Content to listen for the moment, she turns attention to her breakfast.

Sii'kyn shifts, and idly raises a 'brow at K'nex and Wyn. "Of course she will," he comfortably states, "But not before I send off a letter to P'rru explaining /my/ side of things." A light shrug. "He's on sweeps this morning, I do believe, so she obviously won't find him." He snags a piece of hide, and begins penning a Tolstoy-lengthy letter. Dang. DrunkIke can still write. Sigh. "It won't be the first time I'm in trouble, and obviously won't be the last," is muttered crankily, all the while.

K'nex does /not/ like morning sweeps. The brownrider cowers - even though he didn't start this - under Tatia's gaze. "Y-yes Tat..." Hes says to her departing back as she stalks out, staring openly. Finally, shock wears off, and Kez frowns, although he could hardly get as angry as Tat. "Shardit, Ike, you moron!" If Kez had a hide with him, he'd probably roll it up and hit the other brownrider over the head with it. "Oh...bother." Kez sighs, proceeding to sulk. He's not talking to Ike anymore. "I dunno Wyn...maybe if we're lucky?"

Smenkhkare arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Leolin walks in from the Central Bowl.

Wyn eyes the scribbling Ike with bemusement, before settling into a comfortable perch on her chair. "Hmm... true." she does allow. "And in any case, I do think P'rru rather agrees with you on that matter." Significant glance over at K'nex. Purr might've been picking Wyn's brain earlier, but Wyn can always return the favour. "Still... tact."

Smenkhkare steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Leolin makes his way back into the caverns. Grabbing a chair he turns it around and sits backwords in it, arms wrapped around the front and chin resting on the back of the chair. Eyes flicker about but nothing is said, yet.

Sii'kyn yawns, and continues penning. He looks suspiciously satisfied with himself; uh-oh. This is bad. Drunken browner having a heart-to-heart with another browner that likes liquor, through paper. Yes. Definately an uh-oh.

Crystal nibbles the rest of her breakfast, watching the others in the room curiously, but with only the minimal amount of attention. Already done some work this morning, she is content to eat and drink her meal.

Don't you look at him. K'nex lapses back into silence, not makign any noise except for the sound of chewing as he eats his fruit. He's not saying nuthin'. Nope. Not a word.

Leolin just decieds to stay out of the drunken rider's way. He'll just sit and listen to him make a fool of himself, if he does so again and it wouldn't surprise him if he did.

Well then, if both brownriders are going to be silent, then the bluerider will just have to join them. So, silent Wyn is, not a terrible stretch for her. She gives little nods to Leolin and Crystal, before attempting to read over Ike's shoulder.

Sii'kyn steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.
Sii'kyn returns, sending a firelizard off to deliver the message.

Sii'kyn finishes up, calls Nerf to him, and snugly attaches the note to the bronze's leg, giving him a clear indication of where to send the note; the bronze flips ::between::, and the browner leans back, smugly smirking.

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Salut--salot--Salutations, Wingleader!
It's Sii'kyn. I, ahh, am figuring that Tatia will find you sooner or later, and without you knowing my side of the story, uhmn... yeah. I kinda lost a bet last night, and was forced to drink an entire bottle of Tillek Retsina. (Very good vintage. I saved a bottle for you.) But, so, I kinda wandered into the 'caverns and there was Tatia, making snide remarks here and there about me. So, finally, I asked her if her recent lack-of-sexual-action was the reason for it.. and she got huffy (which I think confirmed my suspicions.) and stormed out. But. Uhmn. Anyhow. I think she wants you to punish me for actually asking her... come around to my weyr later to pick up that Retsina, and maybe we can talk about it? I'm sure she'll have already ranted to you by then.

Clear skyes--skies,
Sii'kyn
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Crystal stands quickly, having finished her meal and moves back toward the lower caverns. Nodding to those in the room, she heads back from whence she came, back to the work that awaits her.
Crystal steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Wyn's managed to catch /just/ enough of a glimpse of that note to settle back into her seat looking... stuffed. As in, about ready to either burst out laughing or thwap Ike on the back of the head. Perhaps both. She compromises with shaking her had and standing, cookies in hand. "Sii'kyn," she comments. "You, my friend, are either a genius or a madman. Perhaps both. But I've got a dragon to go oil, so I'll see you lot around later on, I suppose."

Leolin snickers at Wyn's comment. He thinks he's a madman and a drunk one at that. Eye roll and hair is blown from his eyes with a puff of breath.

Sii'kyn snickers and sketches a bow. "Yes, Wyn, I /am/ the genius of this operation. Ram's the madman that thought this thing up." Innocence. Don't you /know/ a note like that can only come from the tactical brain of his lifemate? He rises. "Speaking of which, /I/ need to go sober up." He snags a klahpot, and - with a jaunty whistle - strides out, clipping a mock-salute at Leolin with a snort of bemusement at the assuming man.
Sii'kyn exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"He's my friend." notes Wyn to thin air. "And I'm terribly fond of him. But he's /not/ sane." And that said, she too is trotting off.