...snrzzt!
You go to the Hall's Lounge.
Hall's Lounge
Cozy to the point of downright stuffy this lounge exudes a salty briny air. Overstuffed and comfortable looking are the chairs of dark blue that reside at one end of this circular room. The smattering of tables that they surround are nothing more than tops with scarred wooden legs attached as well they should be. The bases of the tables and chairs are waterstained and marked by mild salt buildup. Rugs worn with age decorate the polished floor of this relaxation area soft greens and browns making barefeet swoon. Paintings of charts and various sea mammals and fish have been painstakingly added to the walls creating the atmosphere of their mother sea. To one side of the bridge is a wide ledge... [look closer]
To the northeast, you see one person.
To the north, you see two people.
Settled near the water is Terpsichore
Mailli is here.
Obvious exits:
Baths Men's Dorms Staff Hall Women's Dorms Infirmary Bridge Sea Lane
Mailli is seated in one of the chairs, half a bottle of wine on the table closest to where she is seated. She blinks at Jessa and just takes a sip of the wine in her glass.
Jessa scuttles into the lounge. Yes, Mai has something to blink about alright, especially if Jess is scuttling around. And ... oh. Mai's drinking. The senior apprentice drops herself onto the ground and sits up, "Hi Mailli." Let's see how far gone the journeyman is.
Mailli giggles, " 'lo," she says. Likely she will have a major headache later. Right now she doesn't care. Mai takes a sip of wine again, and then just stares at the glass.
Jessa shakes her head slightly. The senior appy stands up, and then goes over to a chair near her mentor. "Something wrong?" Because, as most folks know, Mailli just isn't given to drinking. This is a recent development. It's something not quite right. It's slightly disturbing.
Mailli looks at Jessa and shakes her head, "Nothin' wron..snrzzt*" and with that she's off and snoring again. Something else she isn't known to do.
Jessa blinks as her mentor passes out, yet again. Oy. Now who is she going to find to carry the journeyman off? Oy oy.
All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are © Anne McCaffrey 1967, 2000, all rights
reserved, and used by permission of the author.
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