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The Great Undie Raid

Dante> Dante chitters excitedly and swoops manically around the room until he  finds the object of his search...landing on the arm of Liesana's chair he chitters urgently into her ear.

 Dante> Ah, the pre-arranged signal!  Tossing back the rest of her wine,  Liesana smiles, bobs a nod to Lianda, then follows where the recently-arrived  flit leads.  "Well, I've got to go prove that last statement true, alright,  Lianda?

 Dante> Liesana steps silently through a door into the great hall.

Liesana steps silently in through an arch from the great hall.

Dante> Dante suddenly disappears ::between::!

Dante blinks in from ::between::!

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. 

Liesana skids into the ballroom, pulling some black bunches of cloth from her carrysack.  "Sorry I'm late... but I got these."  She conspiratorially lowers her voice.  "Masks!"

 Fennara dissolves into giggles and stifling them takes the fabric from her friend's hand. " I thought you'd never get here! Is the coast clear?" 

Sarin's eyes widen. "Ooooo.... Excellant! And don't worry about the lateness, I just got here myself," she admits, her voice also low.

 Liesana smiles, and hands out the other mask.  "Well, shall we just casually make our way up to the dorm lounge?" she inquires, donning her mask, and pulling a light cloak from her carrysack, before swirling it about herself mysteriously.

 Sarin snikkers softly and pulls on the mask handed to her. No cloak for her, but then who would recognize this one with anything other than her swim suit on? "Aye, let's..."

 Fennara ties the mask around her face...but her long bellrope of hair is a dead giveaway. " This is daft! If I'm seen everyone is going to know it was me!" Hurridly she attempts to tuck it down inside her tunic only serving to give herself a bizarre hump. "Oh well" she laughs...

 Liesana grins, and pulls out another light cloak.  "I always do my research, my dear Fenn.  Meet you at the top."

 Liesana steps silently up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway.

You ascend to the balcony hallway.

Balcony Hallway

Sweeping across the wall of the ballroom, this balcony looks down into the splendor below. Music and voices float upwards from the room below to mingle in the lingering sound above. Apprentices gather here in the early morning to  hear the echo of the previous nights revelries, and even a few have professed they think they hear the high sound of hurricane winds still echoing here.  Doors, open and closed, line the hall from one end to the other and harpers hurry and linger here at all times during the day. Even a rider or two is seen, delivering messages for the weyr's leaders or even perhaps to see their loved ones.  A fresh breeze blows in from the open window, filling the area and the room below with the clean scent of the sea.

 Perched here and there on banister and window ledge are Kashtan and Greenwitch.

 Liesana is here.

You notice Liesana looking at you.

 Liesana

Almond-shaped eyes of amber aspect glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features which show a clear and lively mind at work behind their every move.  Crimson-pink lips reflect a vast and shifting range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. The woman is petite, despite a medium stature of slightly over 16 hands, her weight comes more from trim muscle than any excess fat, for bursting activity ensures that she carries none. But she does lay claim to her share of feminine charms: 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 half-heartedly.

A long, hooded cloak of black material, and a black cloth mask obscure both her form and features from casual inspection. Wonder what she's up to...  Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her human, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder.  A double cord knot, blue and white, with a single loop and a long tail, indicate that the wearer is a Harper Journeyman.

She is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

 Angelique                             

Liesana is 21 Turns, 8 months, and 23 days old.

Dante> Sarin meanders up the curving staircase to the balcony hallway.

Sarin meanders up the curving staircase from the ballroom below.

 Sarin

Green, simultaneously bright and deep eyes. Skin tanned dark by long hours of sun and water. Bobbed, dark blonde, and sun streaked hair. Average height and pleasant figure. Any of these could be chosen to describe Sarin, though she could best be summed up as quirky. Sarin is currently sporting a soft blue tunic, trousers of darker blue that stop several inches short of her ankles, and low black boots. Her usual high-topped blue swim suit is just visible at the neck of her tunic, and seems to be the most warn aspect of her outfit.  Llyr has positioned himself on Sarin's shoulder.

A thin, square band of sterling silver etched with x all the way around rests on Sarin's finger. She is wearing a silver and gold braided chain bracelet with the Journeyman charms.

She is awake and looks alert.

Sarin is 17 Turns, 4 months, and 11 days old.

Liesana steps silently to the Dormitory Lounge.

 Sarin meanders to the Dormitory Lounge.

 You go to the Dormitory Lounge.

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.

 Hynolonie, Liesana, and Sarin are here.

 Obvious exits:

Male Dorms     Female Dorms     Balcony Hallway

Liesana steps silently to the Male Dorms.

 Sarin meanders to the Male Dorms.

 You go to the Male Apprentice Dorms.

Male Apprentice Dorms

The large expanse of stone is left open and airy, cots lining the walls, making room for the Apprentices to have their own space and territory. The dark coloured stone is polished with the shine of newly created and worn earth, reflecting the lights of the glows adequately during the evening hours. The room's immense area circulates the rooms evenly, keeping the temperature at a comfortable, cool feel.

 Liesana and Sarin are here.

 Obvious exits:

Dormitory Lounge

 Jade cheeps.

 Fennara glances around furtively..."Ok...which is his cot?"

 Liesana makes a "shhh-ing' motion in the direction of the chirping firelizards, and then beckons to Fennara.  "This one over here, with the copy  of 'How to be a great lover' tucked under the pillow."  She slips stealthily around the cot, to the clothes-press resting at the foot...

 Fennara shakes her head, the stifled giggles, almost painful now...." I see it...Who is going to  act as lookout?"

 Sarin clamps a hand over her own mouth and follows after Liesana. "We could take shifts...I'll start?" she offers quietly.

 Liesana grins behind her cloak and mask.  "I've got a firelizard posted in the lounge."  She produces a slim lockpick, then recalls that apprentices do not have locks on there chests.  She'll return it to Remy when she has the chance.  "Do you have the sack, Fenn?" she whispers.  "I think we've found the mother lode."

 Fennara's eyes are wide with undisguised fear and yet her grin is wide. Nodding to Sarin, she whispers " Ok..don't let anyone in..." Turning to Liesana she holds out the hessian sack and makes sure the opening is wide. "Load it up!!" she snickers..in a half whisper.

 Jade hops over onto Lio's bed, peering at what they're all doing.

 Green Jade looks to Kayla.

 Sarin positions herself where she can see the door as well as what's going on with the sack and the chest. She peeks at the firelizard on the bed curiously, hoping it won't give them away....

 Liesana isn't afraid at all, she's enjoying herself hugely.  Pausing a moment to stifle a laugh, she then plunges into the 'press with both hands, selecting reams and reams of all styles and colours of... Underwear!  "Get a load of this beauty," she calls out quietly, holding up a pair with "Lionel - Grade A Harperbutt" stitched across the back in gaudy red.  "These must've been the pair Kayla was talking about..."  They're lovingly consigned the place of honour in the sack.  Liesana snickers.  "Oh, I have the perfect place for them... I'll leave him about 2 pairs for spares, and I think that's about it.  Retreat to the pre-arranged spots, then re-group in my room!"  Stuffing three final pairs into the now dangerously-bulging sack, she whispers a countdown.  "Three... two... one... Break!"

Fennara hears a sound.... real or imagined she turns her head towards the door....then back again to gape in amusement at the underwear that Liesana has found..." Heck! and all this time we never knew! I shall never look at him the same again!" Poor Lio...will he ever live this down?!!

 Sarin giggles and nods, then makes ready to bolt. 

Liesana swirls her cloak about her, and vanishes out the door.

 Liesana steps silently to the Dormitory Lounge.

 Sarin meanders to the Dormitory Lounge.

 Jade glides to the Dormitory Lounge.

 Fennara bundles the top of the sack together and makes a move towards the door following Liesana.

 You go to the Dormitory Lounge.

 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.

 Hynolonie, Liesana, and Sarin are here.

 Obvious exits:

Male Dorms     Female Dorms     Balcony Hallway

 Liesana flashes a thumbs-up to her two co-conspirators, and a grin reflecting  'Job well done'.  Unfortunately, she spoke too soon, for what's that in the corner, wearing a Master's knot...?

 Sarin freezes up. Master. Scary. Ack. It only takes a moment for her to relax into 'innocent' mode, however.... 

Fennara runs out of the male dormitories and stops dead.....Quickly the sack she is carrying is thrown carelessly onto the floor in the corner behind her.  Standing in front of it she blocks anyone's view of the loot they have so carefully and dangerously lifted...

 Yes, it's Master Dmaynel, old, absent-minded, and obviously lost.  Or perhaps he's lurking.  In any case, he's certainly interested in what three strangely-garbed females are doing in the dorm lounge, and with a bulging sack of something.  At least he didn't see their point of entry.  "And what  are you three doing in that ridiculous getup?  And I see that only one of you  should be here.  What's the Hall coming to, may I ask, and likewise, what is in that sack you oh-so-innocently dropped?"

 Sarin jumps into the excuses. "Oh, pardon, sir. We were just practicing a scene from a play. That sack's one of the props, you see, and we sort of borrowed it..."

Liesana lowers her hood, lifts her mask.  "Indeed, Master Dmaynel.  I'm afraid we got a little caught up in our work.  The Shainman was being used, so we decided to make use of the space in the dorm.  It's a farce, you see.  Female bandits, and mysterious treasure."  T'would be considered a farce in the Theatre of the Real, no doubt.

 As quick as a flash Fenn  bends over assuming the bent posture of a drudge. " Oh Sir," she mumbles..." Oi've had to cover moiy face because of the terrible blotches I got left over from the firehead infection I had...there's been a lot of it about...." she glares at Sarin..." Especially amongst those people who've been doing the play recently..." she tails off pathetically...The hump on her back feels most peculiar at this moment...

 Master Dmaynel appears bewildered by the barrage of helpful, and conflicting information.  Give the old man a break?  "Oh very well then." he comments, somewhat petulantly.  "Be off with you before I develop a headache.  And don't let me catch you in those ridiculous outfits again.  You have duties as Harpers, and I expect them to be upheld!"  He fails to notice, apparently, that one of the 'Harpers' is actually not.

 Fennara can't stop laughing..maybe its nerves...."Oi'll take the swag you scurvy devils" she heaves up the hessian bag and hobbling dramatically to the door she makes a great play of peering inside. "This will feed our band of brigands for months to come!!" and out she goes....

You go to the Balcony Hallway.

Balcony Hallway

Sweeping across the wall of the ballroom, this balcony looks down into the splendor below. Music and voices float upwards from the room below to mingle in the lingering sound above. Apprentices gather here in the early morning to hear the echo of the previous nights revelries, and even a few have professed they think they hear the high sound of hurricane winds still echoing here. Doors, open and closed, line the hall from one end to the other and harpers hurry and linger here at all times during the day. Even a rider or two is seen, delivering messages for the weyr's leaders or even perhaps to see their loved ones.  A fresh breeze blows in from the open window, filling the area and the room below with the clean scent of the sea.

 Sarin meanders in from the Dormitory Lounge.

 Liesana steps silently in from the Dormitory Lounge.

 Liesana blows out a relieved sigh.  "Whew... Thank Faranth that it was old Dmaynel...  How about we just cut to my room, and skip the risk of being intercepted again..." 

Fennara quickly throws the sack to Liesana. "Here...you take it..at least you have somewhere to hide it!" she shakes her head. " I don't know...responsible  journeyman my foot!"

Jade glides in from the Dormitory Lounge.

Sarin nods firmly. "Aye. Good idea. Journeyfolk? Responsible? What gave you that idea?" she asks with a laugh.

 Liesana chuckles.  "Certainly not we two..."  She shoulders the bag, and stuffs mask and cloak in the top of it, before strolling off, whistling a merry tune.

 Liesana steps silently to the Harper Lounge.

 You go to the Harper Lounge.

Liesana invites you to come through Liesana's Lair.

 Liesana's Lair

 A mid-sized rectangular room. It's rather bare, and echo-y at the moment, its owner obviously only recently settled. But some touches of home are present: A braided rug and a pair of battered chairs rest in front of a small hearth, an equally well-used sand-table desk rests under the window, the accompanying chair does double duty as storage for clothes, its back is used as a saddle rest. An ancient and roomy bed stands off to a corner, the richly carved headboard and soft, pillowy quilts contrasting rather incongruously with the stark air of the rest of the room. A few small crates of recently-arrived bric-a-brac have glowbaskets resting atop them, until Liesana can manage to have shelves put up.  To the north, an arched doorway has been unblocked, linking her room with another.  A curtain of beads separates the two sides.

Soft citron blends with the quiet mingling of old books, ink and wood polish, lending a calm, yet refreshing air.

It is a winter noon.  A bright glowing patch behind the clouds marks the sun.  It seems the clouds might be thinning out.

 Twining about the headboard of the bed is Gilderoy.

You see Brown Leather Carrysack and Chestnut-Wood Gitar here.

 Liesana is here.

  Sarin has arrived.

 Fennara dives across the room and collapses laughing onto Liesana's bed. " We did it! I thought we were in trouble for sure with that master!!"

 Sarin finally lets out the laughter she's been holding in. "That was so rich......"

 Liesana flops comfortably on the bed, dumping out the booty on the coverlet, and starting to sort through the myriad of undies.  "So, how do you think we should arrange these for display?" she inquires coolly, before the facade cracks, and she bursts into chuckles.  "Oh, I thought we had to, but isn't Lionel just going to /die/?!?!?!?"

 Fennara nods...mutely...and then cackles of nervous laughter escape her lips. "Oh he is going to be sooooo angry!"

 Sarin vertitably cackles. "He'll kill us all when he finds out. But it's worth it, I'd say. And as for display area... the 'Mug is always nice..."

 Liesana purses her lips.  "Yes, but we've already displayed them there.... with him still in them.  I was thinking maybe the chandelier in the ballroom...?" Liesana nods.  "Perhaps run some up the flagpole...?"

Fennara ponders for a minute..."what about some up in thr drum heights?"

Liesana shakes her head.  "Too isolated, although Oli would find it very, very amusing...  I like it!"  She lifts the 'Harperbutt' pair up for inspection.  "But this hangs from the chandelier.  I want to see him try and get it down."

 Fennara rocks with laughter..." Oh Yes! the chandelier is the only place for those...I think the good harper folk have a right to know....."

 Liesana twinkles. "Most Definitely.  And I wonder if you could dispose of them while I'm on that date...?"

 Sarin raises an eyebrow. "Date? What now?"

 Liesana twinkles.  "Didn't you hear?  Lionel managed to get a date with me,  through devious means.  Therefore, I must pay him off, and I've been working with Kayla on a plan."

 Sarin giggles. "I see. Well, have fun. But not too much...." she winks. "And I'd like to hear about the plan, if you don't mind..."