ProddyGreen Live!
ProddyGreen Live!
Sorry for the multiple RPs.. but it really makes more sense if you see /everything/.. and I left a good number of OOC comments in because they were just too darn funny to cut..
4.5.01
Living Caverns> Sasha slinks, exhibiting a sultry seductiveness, with each step, to the Caverns.
You climb up shadowed hide to settle between Vespurath's slender 'ridges.
Central Bowl> Mounted high between those dark-raspberry ridges, Cayl reaches up to rub her weather streaked face, not before having seen the nessesity to don all her riding gear just to go down to the bowl. Now, freezing and wet, she certainly wishes she had thought ahead. "I so so hate Reaches in the winter." She states, her voice oddly disturbing as the serene flakes fall around her. She shivers. "Gives me the creeps." Only a born Istanite would get the creeps from the lovely scene. She gently pats her dragon's side as she begins to unbuckle. "Don't complain, dear." Is all she says out loud to his grumblings. Now unbuckled, she still doesn't dismount immediately, her unfocused eyes scanning the bowl.
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Living Caverns> Pia comes down from the workrooms above.
Living Caverns> Beckham slides into the Caverns, gitar swinging from his back as he picks out a chair near the hearth. A hand lifts to shove bangs from his eyes, and the occupants of the Caverns get only a short glance before he folds his lanky form into the seat and swings the gitar around to settle it in his lap.
Vespurath hrmphs. *grump* She shuffles out onto the ledge, whilst Tatia mounts. Look how very skilled she is! << Why are we out here again? >> My how she forgets. Green tone swirls with annoyance -- the snow isn't really very nice. And Hermie hates it besides. Which means? Vesp hates it. << It's snowing. >> /Thank/, you, captain obvious! << And cold. But it's not as bad as last night. can we get some klah? >> Can we sense a rambling dragon here?
Living Caverns> Kylaris comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.
Tatia settles in, frowning as Vespurath begins to move. "That's the /point/," she notes, fingers wrapping around straps. "Klah... /good/ klah." Yeah.. that's why they're going to the Caverns.. really.
Living Caverns> Beesley sits quietly at a corner table, letting his fingers tap rhythmically over his drums. Seeing his band mate, he grins and saunters over. "Hey Becks! How are you enjoying the Reaches so far then?" he slouches into a nearby set and the rhythm of the drums begins again...he just can't help it...
Living Caverns> Kylaris smiles at Pia "Greetings Pia, we meet again" with a quick nod he take a mug of Klah and a seat
Living Caverns> Beckham glances up, and bright blue eyes hit on Beesley, who gets a short smile. "Heya, Bees... If it were jis a little warmer..." His toe quickly picks up the beat, and soon his head is nodding with the rhythm, too. "Hey.. not bad. Been working on that?"
Living Caverns> "Eh?" asks Pia intelligently, brows drawing together. "Oh.. hello." What it lacks in enthuasism... well.. nevermind.
Central Bowl> Mzadith's tail barely moves in the snow, but what it does do makes a little trench. And still, he compacts the freshly-fallen snow. His innermost lids are closed over his eyes so that the precious facets won't be stung by the feather-light flakes. And then? On an impulse, the dragon sticks out his tongue, possibly in mimickry of something he's seen a child do. Right on cue, a snowflake lands upon it, and he jerks his head upright. Eye spins rather suspicoiusly at the lightly-falling flakes even as he sticks out his tongue again, a croon sliding past it.
Living Caverns> Kylaris realises his mistake in appearing overfamiliar, and instead turns to the hearth to warm up.
Living Caverns> Beesley leers to the ladies in the room, as his fingers tickle the drums. "Yeah" he replies to his friend...."its coming along....I just need to get a riff going that will fit..."
Vespurath is easily-tricked. Really, she is. << Maybe Nylanth will be there. Then I can shove him into a snowbank, >> Voice is bright with a lime green with that eagerness of hers. Damn -- might want to watch out for this girl. Without any warning, the green leaps from the ledge, smoothly spreading her wings and thrusting them downward, helping herself through the thermal-less air. An exclamation flies through Tatia's mind, << This is fun! >> Not nearly so bad as the blizzard last night. Flapping stops and she merely circles down toward the bowl, exulting in the feather-light touches of the snowflakes upon her glowing green hide.
Living Caverns> "A riff, hmmm?" Beckham questions, boyish grin sliding across his features as strings are tightened and plucked. The sliding tones of a gitar being tuned ring through the caverns. "We'll have to see about that.."
Living Caverns> Sasha's tiny form is wrapped around her habitually large mug of klah, alone at a table nearby the drummers. She doesn't want to get caught up in the music that the harpers nearby are producing but it is so infectious....she sways a little.....
Tatia's lips curl upward in an anticipatory smile, and she tucks a package easily under her arm. Clothes for later, perhaps? "We can certainly hope," she agrees cheerfully. Wow. That was an easy way to put her in a good mood. Her eyes widen as they slide down, and her grin broadens. "Always is with you, love," she responds.
Central Bowl
Living Caverns> Kylaris idly begins to drum his fingers to the beat. Then realizes what he's doing and makes a concious effort to stop.
Living Caverns> Kylaris blushes slightly and tries to avoid sasha's eyes.
Vespurath's glowing form can be seen from rather high up, even in /this/ particular weather. Not good weather at all, but the dragon is emitting a high-pitched warble all the way down, delighting in the feel of flying in such a light snowfall. Or well, light compared to last night's blizzard that she had to fly in. Delicate strokes bring Vespurath to a rest upon the snow and she sinks -- but not all /that/ much. She's light, after all. Riiiight. Warble, warble, giggle. Wheefun and all of that, of course.
Vespurath thinks to you, << Now that /was/ fun. << The feather-light touch of the snow is duplicated in the dragon's mindtone -- cast in a slightly green light of course. It's a sort of kiss sensation -- but far more deep than that, as it is between dragon and rider. >> Oh look! << Vesp notes, rather happily, >> It's Mzadith! << She's even in such a good mood so as to not bitch at the poor blue. And now, for something completely different. >> Klah? >>
Tatia doesn't waste any time in dismounting, and her fingers barely touch the straps as she bounces to the ground. "I'll be back, love," she intones, already calling over her shoulder toward Vespurath as she sways toward the 'caverns..Is that music she hears? "I'm /sure/ Mzadith will keep you company.."
Living Caverns
Kylaris realizes his rudeness in not making an inrtoduction, "I am Kylaris formerly of Ista but currently i have taken up residence here in High Reaches", he holds out a hand to sasha.
Central Bowl> Settled skillfully between Mzadith's ridges of wizardly raspberry, Cayl just pauses, watching the antics of her dragon even as her hair begins to be weighed down by the moisture in the air, a few drops dripping down the side of her face. She laughs out right, leaning forward to hug that right before her tightly as she watches. "And you seem to like the snow -too- much. It disappears because it is water. When you touch it, it warms up and melts into liquid, instead of snow." Give the clinical description and see where the dragon takes it. Then she watches a glowy Kamikaze decending and does her best impression of a frozen snowflake herself, melting against Mzadith's bluey hide. Maybe they didn't see her? Yes, right.
Tatia saunters into the Caverns with an air that speaks confidence.. and proddiness. Glowing gaze slides directly toward Sasha, and her hips take on an even more exagerated swing as the rhythm of that drum creeps into her blood. "Sasha, love," she purrs absently. "Sounds like the Caverns are.. hopping.. today."
Kylaris has disconnected.
Kylaris falls asleep.
Central Bowl> Vespurath is met with a warble Mzadith's own. Even if it slightly garbled due to the fact that his tongue is out, catching snowflakes, of course. Eyes remain upon those snowflakes as they flutter down to land upon his tongue, miraculously disappear. Head jerks almost comically around, digging the blue more deeply in the snow, as he attemps to catch the most snowflakes that he possibly can. Tail continues its minimal movement, but mostly, it's that wizardly head of his that jerks back and forth.
Pia has disconnected.
With a soft sigh, Pia drifts off to sleep.
Sasha's eyes flick up and a faint smile crosses her lips. Her eyes remain dark and moody though....there is a /sultry/ air about her today....."Tatia....yeah....they are quite good....pull up a chair." Sasha stretches out, almost as langourously as a feline. and she is still imperceptibly swaying to the beat of the drummer.
Vespurath senses that she is in good spirits. Good thing, too! << Wheeeeee! >> Green's mindvoice is a deep green background with green-tinted snowflakes in the foreground. << Snow is /fun/. >> When it's not a blizzard, that is. As her rider ditches her, Vesp turns her attention elsewhere. << Hello! Isn't snow fun? >> Bubly, jumpy, positively /un/-proddy except for that telltale glowing. << Mzadith! >> As he warbles at her, he gets a greeting all for his own. << Isn't snow fun? >>
Beesley changes the rhythm of his drums slightly and a more powerful beat ensues...making toes tap unconsciously around the caverns. "Didn't you have something you were working on the other day Beck? does it fit? I'm feeling too lazy to actually write a melody to this....come on...thats your forte..."
"Don't mind if I do," Tatia replies, looping an ankle around a chair leg to inch it out. She slides into it with an easy grace, shaking her head to forces long waves of loose hair to fall behind her shoulders with a distinctly /sassy/ motion. The pair of musicians then get a long, studying glance, and a satisfied smile creeps upward as she nods, taking Sasha's words another way entirely. "No..." she agrees in a low voice. "Not bad at /all/..."
Central Bowl> Settled skillfully between Mzadith's ridges of wizardly raspberry, Cayl reaches up a hand, wiping the water off her face as she giggles quietly. Yes, giggling. Tell -no- one. Her wiggling dragon makes her seat suddenly not so solid and she quickly swings her leg over, dismounting and landing in a drift of snow... Litterally. Who knew it was this high already? Up to her knees at least, and the cavern opening's still a good ways away. "Oh...perfect. You couldn't have landed closer to the tunnel? Though, now that Tatia's in there, do I -really- need to hurry up and follow her in?" Whimper. Evil greenies.
Kylaris arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Vespurath thinks to you, << Tatia! << Bright tones and ringing voice penetrates through Tatia's mind. >> Klah? Could you at lesat send someone out with it? << Oh! An even better idea. >> Or, if you'd prefer, I could could come in and get it for myself. Wouldn't have to bother you, then. >>
Beckham gives a string one last tweak, and then his fingers fly, rippling across the strings in a sudden riff that fill the Caverns with an electric melody. "I might have a thing or two," he answers, glancing up with a grin as the sounds echo into silence. After a short pause, his fingers move again, plucking at strings in a melody that begins slow.. but promises more to come.
You think to Vespurath, >> No! << Tatia's first response is one of violent protest, though she settles into her arguement quickly. >> No, Vesp.. I'll be out.. in a bit. Besides.. I would think you'd have to keep Mzadith.. company... << A quick smirk flashes through the link. >> He /is/ male, you know. Not Nylanth, perhaps, but... <<
Vespurath thinks to you, << Oh! << That whole thing finally pops into her mind and it immediately turns to a darker, more sinister green. >> He /is/. << As if that weren't obvious. >> I'm sure he's /just/ like Nylanth, too. >>
Central Bowl> Vespurath rather abruptly stops sporting about in the snow to pause. And glare at Mzadith. She's keeping him company, perhaps, but she's in /no/ way going to be gracious about it. He's just like /Nylanth/ after all and Vesp is not going to have anything to do with Nylanth or his wannabes. Including Mzadith, apparently. Poor guy.
You think to Vespurath, >> Exactly, << Tatia replies smugly. >> They're all alike. <<
Central Bowl> Mzadith immediately jerks his tail away before leaning his head down, sticking out his tongue again and catching snowflakes a little nearer to Cayl. If she doesn't want to sit on him anymore, he's just going to have to come to her -- where she is in the snowbank. No worries -- those outstretched wings of his will keep him upright. Plus, he has a tail and four legs. He should be able to manage. Meanwhile, Vespurath has completely changed her attitude toward him and he shuffles just a bit away from her. Just a bit. What's up with /her/?
** Tatia just set the @party! Type @party to check it out! **
The Kamikaze greens are gathering in the 'Reaches Caverns.. and there seems to be some music going on. Warm-up RP for the big show starting now.. come join them!
Desyana walks in from the Central Bowl.
Central Bowl> Imbriath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Central Bowl> Hyzen, glancing towards the ground far below, slips down the smooth hide of Imbriath and towards the ground with help of lifted paw.
Hyzen meekly steps in from the Central Bowl.
Central Bowl> Pyrene carefully descends the cliff of Cadgwith's shoulder and foreleg until she's safely on land again.
Pyrene wanders distractedly in from the Central Bowl.
Vespurath senses that Mzadith's own tones are rather bright, a nice /light/ red wine sprinkled with bright sparks of yellow and orange. << You should try sticking out your tongue and letting it land and disappear there. >> A moment pause and the green gives him the cold shoulder. He takes it in stride. Sort of. And then, pounces. << Vespurath? Can I lick-- >> Just kidding, there's Imbriath. Hyzen's green is greeted with a firework of blues. << Imbriath! Can I lick you? >> Blue doesn't even wait for Cayl's permission to ask permission. At least he's asking. Positively gentlemanly.
Desyana enters, akwardly with abdomen buldging and gait unsteady.. but she is tireed of just sitting in the weyr making baby clothes and the smell of s'nor's klah is making her crazy! So, she heads for the juice and some ohh.. sweetsticks?? Perfect for a snack, eh kid?
That melody that began slow is now picking up, and Beckham's fingers dance in quick motions that move too fast to be distinguished, one from another. Lifting a hand in a short pause to brush shaggy bangs from his eyes, he grins toward Beesley. "How's /that/ for something?" he questions.
Central Bowl> Mzadith hugs the ground and watches placidly as Cayl clambers down the straps-'ladder' and lands easily upon the ground.
Central Bowl> Alymath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Vespurath senses that Cadgwith flickers with saltsprayed surprise at what she has landed in. << Licking? >>
Central Bowl> Lis tries not to bump 'gainst any sharp joints as she slides down Alymath's forearm.
Pyrene appears from the realms of nowhere, blinking curiously around at the crowd. "Music?" she asks, eyeing Beckham.
Tatia slides upward a bit, lifting a leg to cross it over the other as she leans toward Sasha and watches the pair of harpers thoughtfully. "What do you think?" she questions lowly. "Two of us... two of them.. not bad..."
Central Bowl> Cayl watches people beginning to head towards the caverns, and arches a brow at the sudden activity. "Hm.." She says out loud, before grinning up towards those stunning blue eyes of her dragon and reaching out a hand to caress the velvety muzzle. "Maybe I'll follow them, figure out what's going on, love." She walks around her dragon's head and towards the caverns, kicking up snow as she goes.
Beesley begins to really get into the beat that he is creating and the sound of Beck's cool gitar riffs is just urging him on. hegrins as a friend of theirs wanders in brandishing a fiddle. "Bunton! What took you so long?"
Vespurath senses that Imbriath's voice is husky, low as she intices the males that about in the bowl. Her glow is flashy, brilliant as she shows her stuff, trying to catch every male eye in the vicinity. << Oh, Mzadith... you may. >> But only at times like this, yes? Crimson flashes spear through an aureate background as she sidles towards the blue. << Just a little one, mind. >>
Central Bowl> Mzadith continues to flick out his tongue, looking for this snowflake or that snowflake. Quite obviously, he's not really paying attention to his rider -- at least, not mentally, he isn't. Tail flicks back and forth in the deep drifts and the blue even shifts his position, moving to make new footprints in the freshly-fallen snow, heedless of how cold it is, where it touches his belly, or how he sinks in. Blue wings are still extended on either side of him, keeping his balance for him.
Skiyra tiptoes gracefully in from the Central Bowl.
"Bunt! My man!" Beckham lifts a hand to give a short wave, and bangs are pushed back again in irritating habit. "See if you can't add something to this.." And now fingers are flying again, settling into the riff easily while his foot keeps up the beat that Beesley's providing.
Skiyra walks in hearing the music, and looking around. "Hello?" she says quietly, afraid to speak up.
Hyzen saunters in from the bowl, swinging her helmet by its straps and whistling faintly. Tatia and Sasha are spotted and the girl grins, heading towards them with a skip. "'lo Tat, Sash." Eyes flicker around towards the large gathering in the caverns before she plops into a chair and opens the front of her riding jacket. "It's hot in here." Or is it just her?
Central Bowl> Lis dismounts from her lifemate in the same sulky, sour mood she was this morning, and her dragon reflects that - with whorls of dull red anger swirling through her eyes. The green slinks about the bowl in the snow, emitting what sounds like a rumbling mumble as she's left outside.
Lis ambles aimlessly in from the Central Bowl.
Bunton waves his bow and grins. "Thats a mean beat you have going there...i was just fooling about outside in the bowl...the acoustics are incredible...."
Desyana waddles over to the nearest chair to the fire and claims it.. make the pregnant woman move and see how fast she can make you cry. Hormones /can/ be used to an advantage.. Oh look, it's that snippy green rider.. How appropo the S'nor's Pilloeth won Vesp's maiden flight, but she didn't win him.
Central Bowl> Nylanth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
G'deon quietly strides in from the Central Bowl.
Vespurath senses that Alymath drones a littany of grumpiness, acrid smoke lacing various words. << Mumble... grumble... Trydanth... mumble... Thread-scored blue... mumble... >>
Vespurath senses that she's voice /pops/ with bright greens, and then deepens to a more sinister color. << /Excuse/ me? >> You probably don't want to. But she's going to ask anyway. Quite obviously, he was going to ask to lick her. Not her idea of a good time. << You may /not/. >> Even though Imbriath has taken to giving him permission. << That was not nice, Mzadith. You shouldn't have asked. >> And then, another burst of color, << Imbriath! Don't let him. He's just trying to use and abuse you. >> Is he, then?
Central Bowl> Cayl suddenly skids to a halt, not hard since she wasn't going very fast. She turns wild eyes as she regardes the greens and her own blue. Others are not noticed before she starts to raise a hand, shaking it quickly in the air in a 'don't you dare' manner. "You may certainly -not- lick any greens. Not now, Mzadith. And stop whining!" She glares towards Imbriath and Vespurath in particular. "You will not melt like a snowflake if you lick them. I was...lying, yes." Though, in fact, he probably would. Melting normally occurs when two greens flame a blue.
Kalette arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
"The bowl, you say?" Beckham questions, fingers pausing as he lifts his head. "Better than in here, eh?" His eyes fly around the room, and the lanky harper frowns slightly at the noisy crowd that's gathering.
Sasha gets out of her chair and starts to sway to the beat..."Oh that is soooo good..its about time we had some music up here!!"
Kariel arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Skiyra looks around as her soft question is ignored and goes over to the fire, near the other woman who just sat down. She stares into the fire, thinking, soon becoming oblivious to her surroundings.
Central Bowl> Imbriath looks startled before drawing things from her lifemate-- words and actions. A red hint colours her eyes as she moves away from the blue and towards Vespurath, grumping. Tail snakes about her form as she hunkers down, glowering now. She has a flightly memory, see? Not her fault.
Central Bowl> Mzadith hangs his head. He just wanted to melt. And lick Imbriath. But that's a different story entirely. He's just curious as to what she tastes like, of course. Nothing sexual. He doesn't even notice that they're proddy, likely, and the blue can barely differentiate between them and him, other than color and mindtone, of course. Meanwhile, a snuffle is sent Cayl's direction as he settles down into the snow, making a large dragon point. In fact, he looks rediculous, half-covered in snow, tongue still out.
Lis rests hands on her ample hips as she stomps in from the bowl - ostensibly, to knock the snow off her boots, but mostly to creat some kind of annoyance and disturbance. "Why... is there music?" she demands to know, one boot tapping irritably and deliberately off-tempo. Grump.
And how appropriate that Tatia has better fish to fry.. or 'riders to go after. G'deon's entrance gets a flickering glance from the greenrider, and her eyes spark for a moment before she glances up at Sasha. "It's been /entirely/ too long since we've had dancing.." Tatia agrees, shoving her chair backward. Another glance goes toward G'deon.. dancing. Suddenly, however, the greenrider shakes her head, and both Hyzen and Sasha get a conspiratory glance. "Dancing in leathers just isn't /right/, though..."
Pyrene vaguely waves to Skiyra, registering the girl as slightly less unfamiliar than the behaviour of the three B's. "What's /up/?" she whines. She's tired and grumpy. Please tread lightly.
Vespurath senses that Mzadith greets the grumbling green, << I'm blue, >> He reminds her, rather pointlessly, clueless as to what she's talking about. << And I'm not threadscored. >> We'll just not go into his naivity. It's not nice. Merlot-soaked tones urge Vespurath to calm down. << It's alright. Imbriath'll let me lick her. >> He appears nonplussed. << I wouldn't use and abuse her! >> /Now/ his tones popped. << I'm good. >> We know, Mza, we know.
Desyana nods absently to the girl now beside her and absently soothes the kicking child inside her rather large belly. Already like S'nor, this one. There is no doubt in her mind that it's anything but a boy. Polishing off her sweets, she leans back and sips the juice, listening with deep pleasure to the music.
Central Bowl> Alymath slinks over to some unoccupied corner of the bowl where she can pose in statuesque misery, head drooping and wings limp and trailing into the snow. Tail sags like a wet noodle as she whiffles mournfully - dragon sobs, if you will. It's all an act, but isn't /someone/ going to humor her?
Kylaris looks around the room and feals slightly overwhelmed by the number of people here. Being a newcomer to high reaches he feels slightly left out.
Beesley chuckles at his friend. " Out in the bowl eh? come on...lets try and see....!!" he stands still drumming hard and makes his way out of the door...Bunton following like some kind of fiddling Pernese Pied Piper figure...
Beesley exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Beckham isn't far behind, gitar clutched in one hand as he makes for the promised acousitics of the bowl.
G'deon takes a couple steps in from the bowl and slows down, sky blue eyes turning a stormy grey as he cautiously studies the crowd. Tatia's comment is lost over the din of talking and music. He nods to a few people on the fringe of the group of people and decides to dive in. "There's still food, right?" he asks someone nearby. "Or wine? That might be better..."
Central Bowl> Nylanth nonchalantly meanders around the bowl in circles, eyes idly dancing over to the other dragons with curiosity. Wings spread out and chest pops out all manly-like as if he were putting on a show of his unique talents. Dare mimic him.
Sasha wails softly as the music begins to get quieter.... "Come on...I'm not going to let those harpers go....I want to dance......!" she stands and swaying to the less audible beat and sashayes (*how appropriate) out of the cavern to the Bowl...
Kalette goes home.
Kariel goes home.
Kylaris hands G'deon a glass of wine "There you go dragonrider, I think it might be Tillek, but its wine all the same"
If you want to find out more...hit the bowl!!!!Thats where it is happening!
Vespurath senses that Alymath drifts like rotting rose petals, tragic and pathetic in their drama. << Lis doesn't like me. She says she wants me to go away, and that I make her head hurt. >> A realistic sniffle punctuates her statement, including a loud nose-honk.
Skiyra looks around and sees more people. She looks over at the other woman near the fire and smiles slightly.
Dioxpot blinks in from ::between::!
Vespurath senses that she's tone remains agitated, Mzadith's attempts falling on a deaf...mind. Yeah sure. << Of course you were. You're all alike. >> Alymath gets a snap from the green as well. Let's hope Tatia gets out here. << Oh, get over it. It's only a male. Trydanth is only playing you for your emotions anyway. >> Got to remind her of those types of things. And then? Nylanth is noticed and he gets a barb, << What are /you/ doing here? Shouldn't you be off shuttling that /nanny/ about? >> Acid drips from her tone.
Ceridwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Tatia is quick to follow. "C'mon, Hy!" The other greenrider is grabbed by the arm, and Tatia tugs her upward. "There's /music/ out there." Tatia moves straight for the bowl, feet stepping in time to the music that gives her hips a sway...
Bundle up 'gainst snow or sun! The bowl is open to seasons' wrath.
Hyzen steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Living Caverns> Desyana says, "Gid.. how are you? Look.. I really /am/ pregnant now" The obvious being stated, she laughs and goes back to ehr juice. "How is Nylanth?"
Kylaris steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Ceridwin steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Loki steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Beesley is still drumming and Bunton is right....the echo of the beat is incredible out in the open air...the seven peaks acting as natural amplifiers....
Cassio steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
One dragon does get the attention he needs, an automatic guilt filling Cayl's heart no matter how strong she tries to be. She pumps her way back through the snow, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, dear. Hey, listen; If Imbriath lets you lick her next sevenday, I'll let you. In fact, I insist. But right now, it's just not a good time to be doing so. And I promise..you'll..um..melt like snow. Really." Hopefully the dragon will have forgotten all about this before such time. She glances towards the other dragons scornfully, not hearing their words..but hey, most of them are green and that merrits abuse.
Living Caverns> Lis drifts in G'deon's direction, half out of habit and half because the bronzerider is generally responsible for things and in the middle of them. "G'deon! What's going on." Nevermind that he's plagued by females; she's Lis, and she'll mud-wrestle 'em all for attention.
Aries steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Daydreamer steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Kylaris walks over to Ceridwin, "Hi im Kylaris, i just moved to High Reaches, any idea of whats going on here?"
Living Caverns> G'deon watches his clutchmates head out to the snowy bowl and frowns, almost missing Desyana's comments. "Oh, um... I'm alright, Syan. How've you been? Other than pregnant?" In one feel swoop he downs the glass of wine that had been handed to him, wincing just a tad. "I don't care what Mialie says, the Tillek white isn't as good as Benden." His eyes drift to the bowl once more and he winces. "Listen... I'd better get out there. Those girls have been nothing but trouble lately." He ducks into his jacket and with an apologetic smile heads out once more... but not before grabbing another glass, Tillek or no.
Cadgwith goes home.
Vespurath senses that Nylanth grumbles as his train of concentration is broken << My sole purpose of existance is to be the lovely bronze that I am. >> Just a little egotistical demeanor tossed in there << I give rides, yes, but I've every right to be here as /you/, thank you very much. Now, if you don't mind... >> he continues on his journey around to bowl, round and round, where he stops, who knows.
Beckham stands just to the side of Beesley, and the riffs he's picking on the gitar have increased in pace and volume, ringing through the bowl with a pounding beat that just makes you wanna... /dance/! Speaking of dancing.. wasn't that the purpose of coming out here? But it seems that the trio of greenriders have disappeared.. perhaps to find something more appropriate for dancing than leathers.
Vespurath senses that Alymath spurts a gout of flame back in Vespurath's direction, along with a vision of her biting the other green's head off. << Shut up, stupid, >> she states crisply, drawing out the 'u' of 'stupid', << you're just a dumb, young, stupid, ignorant green and don't know any better. Stupid. >> That's added one more time for emphasis.
Ground Weyrs
Hyzen comes into shelter from bowl's wide open spaces.
Central Bowl> Ceridwin says, "Hello, Kylaris.. I'm Ceri..w ell Ceridwin, and I have no clue. I've been here about a turn I guess and this weyr can still surprise me. What brings you up here?" She shivers a bit, not really dressed for being outdoors, but not as cold as some others. "I think the girls are all ready to ahve their dragon fly.. and well, proddy greenriders are almost asbad as any drunken sailor."
Living Caverns> Skiyra sighs, wondering if her hair is an invisiblity blanket, and stands. She walks out, more to find somethign to do than to go with the flow of people.
Living Caverns> G'deon shakes his head quickly at Lis before ducking outside, a rather helpless look on his face. "Shards if I know..."
Central Bowl> G'deon steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Central Bowl> Aten steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Central Bowl> Mzadith doesn't look downcast anymore. Check it out! He gets to lick Imbriath next sevenday. Not that he can wait that long. Surruptitiously, neck swings over, planting a little lick up the green's flank before he turns back to his rider, nuzzling at her. You didn't see that. Tail sinks into the snow and more covers it over as he stops moving it -- looking as if it's completely gone. Melted, of course. Meanwhile, the blue does nothing much else. It's crazy! Imbriath's pouting, Alymath's rider doesn't love her anymore, and Vespurath...Vespurath's sceery...*shudder*
** Tatia just set the @party! Type @party to check it out! **
Central Bowl> Beesley chuckles as he looks at the crowd of people that have ammassed..."where did those riders go?" stil the music goes on..
Central Bowl> Beckham shrugs, all attention on that rising riff that rises ever faster and louder.
Sheltering overhang gives way to vastness of weyr bowl.
Central Bowl
Erranth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Lis steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Sasha appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.
Hyzen appears from ground weyr's overhung shadows.
Annalee slips down Erranth's proffered foreleg, landing easily on the ground.
The musicians who had previously only been tuning up their instruments, begin to jam...and a hard, rythmic beat from Beesley's drums keeps toes tapping amongst people nearby..Beckham, the gitarist chuckles as his infectiously catchy riff is added to the beat and Bunton the fiddle player joins in...oh this sounds gooood....what a pity there aren't any vocalists.....this could be a hit.......or are there??? Looks like the vocalists are just arriving.....
A girl suddenly makes an entrance, slinking in like a feline.....impossibly dressed for the season in a blatantly flirty way....and exhibiting all the raunchy charms of a green rider in full proddy swing.......Wait a minute.....it /is/ a green rider....its......./Sasha/!!.....Not that you'd recognise her.......the tomboy label will have to be put aside /forever/ after viewing her in /this/ ensemble......and she's not alone.....Hyzen, and Slippa stalk out after her and all are a sight for sore eyes, knowing you are looking at them, and probably gasping......and here comes Tatia......they look like some kind of Pernese girl band....striding in and striking a pose in the area most likely to attract attention to themselves.......Playing today....Live, at High Reaches Weyr.....its //ProddyGreen//!!!
**IC police, check your badges at the door in favor of hilarious RP**
Vespurath senses that she sparks. She just sparks. Just like Mzadith. Only green. Meep. << No, you don't. You're mean and evil. >> How descriptive. << You can't be here. >> And then, the green even manages to some sarcasm. Check it out! Vesp and sarcasm! << Oh yes, beautiful. Just like that herdbeast over there. >> A mindsent picture of an old, haggard herdbeast, rather on its last legs. With flies and everything. Ew. And then? Alymath speaks. << I'm not stupid! You're stupid for even caring about Trydanth. >> How eloquent. << I'm not dumb. Or stupid. Or ignorant. Or stupid. >> To reiterate that. << And you must be stupid if your rider doesn't even want you anymore. >> Oooh. Burned.
Kylaris lets a laugh at Ceirs remark on the greens, "What brings me to High Reaches....?"Looking down at his scar kylaris frowns slightly then replies "Problems back home." in a tone which says end of conversation.
Shostakovich *dies!
Ceridwin *Everybody run!!
G'deon * Everybody leer!
Allanon *gives CPR?
With a grin, Tatia's eyes flash in anticipation, and a nearly unconscious swinging of her hips keeps the fast-paced beat as she takes a sight step forward. Well-oiled leather gleams in the light as it slinks down her legs, drawing eyes to her movements. There's only a short pause - a tiny shift in the rhythm - before Tatia's voice rings out, nearly accusing. Her eyes search out a particular face in the crowd, and her hand lifts in a mocking motion, gesturing him toward her before she drops it, head shaking teasingly. The others move behind her, falling into synchronised movements before stepping forward, each in their own turn.
Nylanth *meows.
Daydreamer *leers.
Soquilith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Vespurath thinks to you, << Tat-- << And she gives it up. After all, proddygreen's preforming! In fact, she falls completely silent except for one thing. >> Oooh. Tat. >>
Tatia : A bronze is what I want, what I really really want
Slippa : Or a blue is what I want what I really really want
Sasha : A brown is what I want what I really really want
Hyzen: So Party in the Groundweyrs and Swig-a-big klah!
You think to Vespurath, >> I wanna /dance/... << Tatia returns, even as she does just that, sliding into the song. >> C'mon, Vesp! /Dance/! <<
Cayl just frowns....majorly frowns as she watches that muzzle slink over to Imbriath, and while throwing a string of curses up in the air, she glares at her dragon, pushing his muzzle gently away. "You just -had- to didn' you? You couldn't wait a sevenday. No, you just had to go and lick her." Her halfhearted anger however comes to a screeching hault as she turns towards the...scene...spreading before her...
Cassio *rolls.
G'deon * dies!
Slippa blushes slightly at the thought of standing up in front of all those people, then puts on a brave face, and grins broadly, tucking bright pink braids back behind her ears. A slight crimson blush still on her cheeks, she stands up taller in those ridiculously high shoes she's wearing, and gives a little wiggle of her hips, giggling and winking at someone in the crowd.
Annalee * chokes.
Daydreamer *chokes! Encore! Encore!
Lis trots out after G'deon, short legs having to work twice as hard to make up for his longer, stronger ones. "/What/ in the name of Faranth are those half-mark, sorry excuses for barmaids doing up there?" she demands to know, folding her arms across her chest in disgust. Her black leathers were nothing like this, of course.
Chanticoth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Slippa : If a guy wants to catch me, Better make it fast,
Sasha : If he takes it slowly, Green goes flashing past,
Hyzen : Now don't go wasting, Wherry on me,
Tatia : I'm hungry for a herdbeast honey, thats my fee!
Kylaris *bounces up and down to the "funky" beat.
Daydreamer *cheers! Bravo! Bravo!
Torne walks in.
Ceridwin looks at Kylaris.. "I hope this doesn't offend you. This is /almost/ typical weyr life.." But she is laughing so hard, she isn't sure she is understood.
Shostakovich *wolf whistles and dances!
Hyzen moves to the beat of their song, managing to hold her giggles in as she watches the crowd shift around them. This'll show those uppity males... shun the Kamikaze will they! Teach them a lesson they'll never forget... go with the flow. A proddy green is dangerous... a proddy Kamikaze is destructive. Taking a deep breath, FlirtyGreen leads into the next verse of the song...
Vespurath senses that Alymath gives Vespurath a big, slobbery raspberry. << Just because you can't get any males doesn't mean you have to go around insulting them. Sour grapes, and what not. >> She picked that up from Lis' head - she has no idea what it means. Nylanth and Mzadith both recieve enticing purrs: << You like me, don't you? >>
Torne abandons the bowl for ground weyr's shelter.
Hyzen : A bronze is what I want, what I really really want
Tatia : Or a blue is what I want what I really really want
Slippa : A brown is what I want what I really really want
Sasha : So party in the Groundweyrs and Swig-a-big klah!
Chanticoth *Oh. My. God.
Erranth takes off.
Vespurath, of course, wants to dance. Who wouldn't want to dance to this wonderful music going on here? In unison, Vespuarth looks at Imbriath whilst Zizth looks at Branwyth. And then? Vesp looks at Bran and Imbri at Zizth. Right on cue, 'klah', hindquarters jerk and tails swish, providing for an 'interesting' effect.
Torne steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Phellix walks in.
Vespurath senses that Mzadith is mostly ambivalent. Except that he's watching the preformance before him. Not that he's drooling over it -- it's just interesting. And that means that he gets to watch it. << Of course. But only if I get to lick you. >> Stuck on that, are we?
Kylaris shouts over the noise, "no this is quite, 'interesting'" but without taking his eyes off sasha for a moment.
Torne twitches, and leans against a random object. Briefly scanning the crowd, a grin slowly forms on his face.
Vespurath senses that she obviously doesn't want any. Or she'd have them. << I don't want any. They're a mean lot. Abusing and advantage-taking and whatnot. >> Likewise, that's pulled from Tat's mind. It's not as if she knows what /any/ of those words mean. Really. Truly. And then? She's involved in dancing. So nothing else is said to the sourt green.
Half-way through, and Slippy's still alive and singing, and prancing about the stage wiggling her hips and shimmying in time with the rest, thoroughly enjoying herself. She runs her hands rather saucily down the front of her very tight, very short dress, crouching down to sing her next line at one of the lads in the audience, pointing her finger out at him as she sings.
Soquilith,riderless, makes his usual heavy impact with earth, talons raking crooked trenches into the chilled soil. He looks more irritated than enticed by the performance, slinking like a drafthorse saunters to a farther corner of the bowl. He appreciates the proddiness, not the pop-fluff performance.
Vespurath senses that Nylanth siddles up to Vespurath << You were saying? Mrow... Wanna dance pretty lady? >> he's entranced, what can he say? Ladies man, oooh yeah. Swirling his head around to Alymath, he purrs << You tell me. >>
G'deon just... stares. No, not in that leering way. His comment somewhere along the lines of "I can't believe their doing this" probably explains it. If Nylanth would quit moving around, the rider might be able to hide there.
Chanticoth's tail is actually starting to bap to the beat, whapping the ground of the weyr quietly in time. He /wondered/ what all the racket was down here. Now, if we can get some dancing going... perfect!
Ceridwin notices where the eyes lead and chuckles.. Ahh in a few days it will (hopefully) all be over and life will resort to a duller pace here. But for now, let the men enjoy it all. "Glad you are enjoying it. Cause this happens every several months or so."
Slippa : If you wanna fly my dragon, You've gotta go where she wends,
Slippa : Make it last forever, Match her twists and bends,
Hyzen : If you wanna fly my dragon, Your rider's got to know,
Hyzen : I'm his until the spell breaks, But then he's got to go!
Four green dragons move in unison...step to the right...a hop to the left... a tail swish here and a neck swivel there...
/This/ doesn't
Shostakovich *Background singers!
No this doesn't happen every few months.
Torne *cracks up at that one.
Well, /prodiness/ does...
Normally she's such a tomboy, and yet here is Sasha flicking her hair in a calculatingly seductive manner, looking aluringly at males in the audience and swinging her hips which can only be accentuated by the tiny minidress she is wearing, Striding forward so that the four girls are in a V formation with Sasha at the apex, she puts her hands on her hips, jutting one out slightly and leans forward to sing directly to the guys at the front, who no doubt are able to appreciate the depth of her cleavage.....
Vespurath senses that Alymath blows a kiss towards Mzadith as best she can before she spurns Nylanth for Soquilith. << Traitor. She's a man-eating half-mark wench, >> she informs the first bronze, purring at Soquilith instead. << You love me too, don't you? >> Nobodly loves Vespurath. Thbbbt.
Kylaris quickly breaks off his stare, and looks around "ahem, good quality of sound this bowl gives" in an atempt to not seem like a leering fool.
I know, but they /normally/ aren't so carried away.
Cassio slips through to the bowl and spotting the newest Pernese pop group he starts to giggle incessently (*sp?*). Stumbling over to G'deon, his favorite rider...sort of...he continues to giggle and point at them,"What are they doin'?"
Cayl just....stares. And slowly, ever so slowly, creeps closer to her dragon. As though the proddy four might spot her, and she doesn't want that. She can't look away though, because... She's terrified. Yes.... Very much so. "Woah.." She echoes her dragon's word perfectly.
Torne has disconnected.
Torne falls asleep.
Sasha : What d'you think about that, Now you know how I play,
Sasha : Gonna flick my tail at you, Then soar away,
Tatia : I won't be hasty, I'll make you wait,
Tatia : But later, if you catch me, it could be so great.
Daydreamer *cheers! My favorite pop singers!
Vespurath senses that Mzadith remains silent. He's watching. Maybe he could learn something. Watch as a sevenday later Mzadith's trying it...
Sasha winks at the audience, and then with a flick of her hips, slinks back into the line of girls, her body moving with lithe grace to the beat of the drummer, and with a toss of her head sends her hair cascading backwards, while a stray lock falls over her face. With an amused, teasing wink, she launches into the chorus:
Cayl *Dies!
Kylaris *Theres something odly familiar about this song isnt there.
Vespurath senses that Soquilith whirls a few dark coils from his musty stage-curtains, drawling a low-keyed answer to Alymath, somewhat indifferent. << If I do, it's only 'cause your rider isn't doing.. that. >>
Tatia *should /hope/ so. ;)
Sasha : A bronze is what I want, what I really really want
Hyzen : Or a blue is what I want what I really really want
Tatia : A brown is what I want what I really really want
Slippa : So Party in the Groundweyrs and Swig-a-big klah!
Vespurath senses that she remains mostly silent except for a little barb sent Alymath's direction, faint amusement attached to the end of it. << Jealous. >> And that's all she says -- she's involved with the dancing and the singing and suchlike.
Magentica * giggles!!
"/Everyone/ wants to do the whole tight leathers thing," Lis laments, her black mood shifting from general annoyance to regret. "In /my/ day, we didn't have all this song and dance. We knocked our males over the head, we did!" And had to walk across the bowl uphill both ways.
Daydreamer *foreget NSync and the Backstreet boys, forget Green Day and Aerosmith! Go ProddyGreen!
Hyzen sways, glancing enticingly towards a few choice members of the crowd. Lay it on thick, there, FlirtyGreen. See how they like it. Her costume sashay's about her slender form, showing curves that she wouldn't originally flaunt. But when there was occasion for it... why not? And on to the next verse...
Kylaris *Good lyrics though, robinton would be proud!
Daydreamer *agrees ;P
Hyzen : If you wanna fly my dragon, Be faster than your friends,
Sasha : Cos green will taunt and tease you, Till the very end,
Slippa : If you wanna fly my dragon, Your rider has to give,
Tatia : But when the flight is over, I've got my life to live.
Vespurath senses that Nylanth snorts, swooning his head back to the show. Well, if they're gonna play hard to get, so can he, though his attention is solely diverted to the glowing greens, Vespuuuuurath in particular. Mrow << Lookin' good! >>
G'deon might not be able to hide behind his dragon, big as the bronze is, but those rocks in the center of the bowl will do. "Yeah, you guys just stay on the other side," he mutters, eyes wide open in that wild animal look.
Cayl 's bottom lip even begins to quiver as she finally reaches her dragon's chest, hands going out to grip that slightly chubby muscle as she pulls herself behind him. Still her head lingers out, just to watch this display. No words come to her lips and her expression can be best described as one of those looks you get when you're jumping off a cliff.
LONG LIVE KAMIKAZE!
Slippa pauses to get her breath, sending an excited gaze at the rest of the ProddyGreen Band, her green eyes sparkling and pink braids bobbing loosely around her head with every movement she makes. Bopping around in time with the words, her in her high heels and tiny dress, she looks the picture of... well, of craziness?
GO KAMAKAZE!
PRODDYGREEN! PRODDYGREEN! PRODDYGREEN!
APOCALYPSE KAMIKAZE!
PRODDYGREEN RAWKS!
The greenriders shift, and suddenly the individual movements of four Kamikazes merge into one as each stakes her spot on the stage, forming a straight line. The tempo picks up, and the drums send a rhythm coursing through the crowd. In nearly perfect synchronisation, the four slide first one way, then the other, hips swinging while arms go through a flurry of motions that are soon accompanied by quick steps of the feet - a choreographed show only these four could pull off. A few catcalls ring through the air, elicting only an occasional, teasing wink from the 'riders. The quick paced, high energy dance fades suddenly, though the adrenaline still pumps through veins as each greenrider crosses the stage, now claiming a new audience to the rising sound of piercing whistles from a particularly appreciative section of males
Vespurath senses that Alymath curls up around Soquilith - if only mentally - like a happy cat or a snake looking for heat (take your pick). << Hah. Soquilith likes me. And /I/ don't have to strut around like a drunken wherry. >>
Daydreamer *sure hopes someone's logging, cause I wanna log! ;)
All : We're the kamikaze greenriders from A to Z
All : Just watch us move and you'll remember easily,
Tatia : When Imbriath is glowing and blooding and risin'
Tatia : Hide if you are human, cos there ain't no stopping Hyzen,
Slippa : Razor sharp tongue warns the girls that its Tatia,
Slippa : But with Vesp out to play, guys, she's comin' right atcha!
Hyzen : Branwyth is aloof, it'll come as a surprise,
Hyzen : To find that Sasha's gazing at you with those shy dark eyes,
Sasha : And do you like to play games? Well Zizth will take some beating,
Sasha : Slippa flirts till it hurts, but watch what she's eating!
All : So slam your body down and wind your tail around....
All : Slam your body down and wind your tail around
All : Slam your body down and wind your tail around
All : Ha! Ha! Ha! Slam your body down and Swig-a-big klah!
Cayl *DIES at that line! There /is/ no stoping hyzen :)
Torne steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.
Tatia spins sharply on her heel, hair whipping behind her as she begins to stride off, with only a teasing glance backward as she goes. The words float from the retreating greenrider, drifting toward the crowd.
PRODDYGREEEN! WE LOVE YOU TATIA!
Vespurath senses that Soquilith is the Lizard King -- the snake's more along his lines, anyway. << Not today, anyhow. >>
Tatia : If you wanna fly my dragon.......
Slippa : Dragon.....
Hyzen : Dragon......
Sasha : Dragon........
As the echoes fade away........
As each greenrider adds their parting word...they turn and follow Tatia, sauntering off into the crowd, hips swinging, with the occasional bat of an saucy eyelid. Nyah! follow /that/! Green Power Rules!
G'deon gapes at the green quartet, hands limp at his sides, quite forgotten. Is it still cold? How on Pern can there still be snow on the ground.
