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Try anything once...

[Scene: the Living Caverns immediately after an outburst by Sasha after Qarien dyed her hair blue.
Present: Pyrene, Sasha, Qarien, Caylea, Mikaeyla]

Pyrene is quiet for a moment, pondering. "Either of you candidates know anything about flirting?" she suddenly says, out of the blue. "Or related matters?"

Sasha snorts with amusement at Pyrene's comment. "Don't ask me...flirting is the one thing that i do more badly than look after brats.....more's the pity" she muses almost to herself.

Qarien pops to his feet now that all seems to be safe, trundling slowly across the room ... don't make any sudden moves, y'see. "Anyone want some candidate soup?"

Caylea arches a brow as she looks back over to Pyrene. Blink. "Well, yes.. flirting, but not much on related matters." and her flirting was a bit...ambitious and done all wrong. Still, for her purposes it worked. After all, she'd dealt with Oren properly, correct?
Caylea blinks towards the little weyrbrat, before her eyes narrow in a scolding manner. No, she won't say anything yet. 

Pyrene frowns and kicks her feet lightly. "I've never really done flirting... I'll have a bowl, Qarien," she interrupts her own thought, without even registering the old joke. "I'm just thinking maybe I ought to start? Or something." She frowns blankly round at the others.

Sasha shakes her head. "I was wondering a similar thing...but I wouldn' know where to start...."

Caylea appears more then incredious as she stares at the queenrider. A rider of a gold that couldn't flirt? Albiet Lea didn't know terribly much about dragonriders, but she had thought that one of the requirements. Still, she won't be the one to tell this to Pyrene. Nope! "Who're you interested in flirting with?" Put bluntly as usual. The healer had never really learned tact.

Giving Pyrene that 'don't look at me attitude' Kinecha shrugs her shoulders. No, no good at flirting. although she has been flirted /with/.

Mikaeyla grins at her fellow weyrbrat. "I'll have some!" She grins, looking about with sparkling eyes and an innocent grin. She's ready to get into a little mischeif herself.

Pyrene shrugs. "Oh, anybody. Doesn't really matter. There are lots of people interested in sleeping with me, y'see, because of Cadge. So I thought maybe I should try flirting with them instead of just cutting straight to the sleeping part." To put it nicely.

Qarien bobs his head and searches for The Soup, the one that theoretically has bits of candidate bobbing in it if you just look closely enough. See! Other conversations fly right over his head as he trots back with filled bowls.

Sasha blinks slightly as she rises from the floor. "I don't think its something you need worry about...when the time comes it just all happens naturally!"

Mikaeyla goes home.

Caylea is holding back amusement in this situation rather well actually. For the fact that now she's about to stretch skills she didn't really have in effort to.. help.. someone else. "Mm.. Well, if you put it that way, I can see your point. What do you normally do when you're interested in someone?"

Pyrene takes her bowl with a murmured thank-you to Qarien and then a sigh at Sasha. "Tell that to Cadge!" she snaps. "I'm just thinking, maybe if I went about it a different way, it would prod her into action?" She looks around at the others, urging reassurance.

Gideon arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Gideon enters casually, a warm smile given to the group assembled in the cavern.

Caylea purses her lips. Delima's delima's. "Well, I wish Oren were here, he'd be able to give the best tips... No, scratch that. -Never- take his advice. " She huddles closer in her blanket, regardless of the bead of sweat dripping across her forehead. "Well, have you expressed any interest in anyone? Maybe she's waiting for you to do so before she..takes off?"

Sasha shrugs feeling a little uncomfortable with this topic of conversation....nobody is ever interested in her so flirting isn't a skill she's really become good at...."At the end of the day, you have no problem....cadge is going to attract bronzes and browns who come neatly packaged with bronze and brown riders...i don't see what the problem is." A little jealous? Sasha? Surely not.

"What's the problem?" Gideon asks curiously, grabbing a cookie before plopping himself down into a nearby chair.

Pyrene frowns. "I never thought of that... You think she'd go up if I started chasing after the bronzeriders?" Her nose wrinkles slightly. Has Caylea /met/ the bronzeriders here? Not that there's anything /wrong/ with them, but... well. "Gid," she lilts wickedly, before giggling. "No good, I can't flirt with you. You're a candidte." Sigh.

Rauve arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Loren arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Caylea goes home.

Qarien finishes his bowl with gusto and sneaks out with the spoon stuck on his nose, waving to Sasha as he goes.

Qarien goes home.

Gideon laughs soflty. "Flirt? With me? Now there's a new idea," he replies with a wink, but leans towards the rider slightly. "I won't be a candidate forever you know," he adds in a confidential tone, adding another wink.

Pyrene lowers her eyelashes and flutters them for a moment at Gideon before bursting into giggles. "No... I can't... I..." she shakes her head, and turns to glance around the room... and spot "Rauve! Rauve... Why, it's been /ages/ since I saw you? Who--/What/ are you doing nowadays?"

Sasha glances up and sees Rauve too. "Hey Rauve, good to see you." shyly she turns her attention back to this intriguing conversation, wondering if she might learn without anyone noticing....

Rauve saunters into the caverns, affording Pyrene a glance as he directs himself in the general direction of 'fruit juice. "Same old, same old," he murmurs, smpggy eyes clearing as he angles an uneven smile toward the goldrider, the same swept to Sasha. "You too, Sasha.."

Gideon sighs as the attention on him is so easily diverted. He smiles at Sasha and smiles. "I'm starving, how about you?" A glance is quickly given at the door of the kitchen. "Isn't it about noon by now? When do they serve dinner?" he asks no one in particular.

Loren shuffles in, beaming in the general direction of everyone before making her way straight toward the cookies -- as usual. Rauve gets another beam, and then a violent fingerwiggle before runner snatches up a plate and settles herself in a chair near the hearth to munch contentedly. Gideon gets a blink -- Lo doesn't know him, does she? -- and then a small shrug. "I dunno." A pitiful answer, her having lived her for two Turns or more. But she probably got so filled up on cookies she never bothered to notice dinner. Eh, heh.

Sasha nods quietly wishing fervently that she didn't have blue dye all over her head.....this is not the way to make friends and influence people....danged brats!

Pyrene pauses to think: What would Lis do? She pouts, trying to purse those thin lips into an attempt at fullness. "Now, Rauve... how can you say that? Why, each day is ready for new and wonderful experiences..." A pause and she bats her eyes before sending a swift glance to the others. How's she doing?

Rauve nearly chokes, fawn brow hoisted toward his hairline as a more focussed gaze is settled on Pyrene, Loren's fingerwiggle given a vague inclination of his chin. "Um. They are?" The days, that is. Coat is tugged 'round his waist, as he shifts blink toward bowl-bound exit. If Cadge is glowing, he'd rather stay blithely ignorant. Beam.

Bronagh arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Cadge isn't glowing, the idea is to /encourage/ her, you see. Pyrene sighs. Just saying, "So, wanna go back to my weyr for the night?" was /so/ much easier. "Looking for a good-time?" she purrs vaguely, before suddenly standing. Too many people here, that's it. Her hips gyrate from side to side in what looks to be an uncomfortable fashion as she beckons at Rauve. "I need help scrubbing my back?"

Sasha blinks in amazement.....the way her friend is acting is embarrassing. Surely this isn't the way...Uncomfortable in this situation she covers it with the only way she knows how...sarcasm "Oh Yeah Py....take me now!!!"

Gideon frowns somewhat, and glances at Sasha. Leaning close to the fellow candidate he asks, "What's Py up to?"

Rauve blinks, the stunned breadth of orchid eyes reaching frightening proportions. "Pyrene?" He's beginning to doubt it's really her. It's Lis, in a Pyrene suit. That's it... "Your back?" He lost her at 'come back to my weyr'. "Is it dirty?"

Pyrene *chokes. I didn't actually /say/ come back to my weyr. Really! That's just what Py normally uses.
Rauve** Oh! -dies-
Rauve** Then he lost her at the next statement. o.O Either or.

Bronagh edges into the cavern and stops, seeing the way Pyrene is acting, and hesitates. Ah well, she's hungry, and there's food here. Hunger overrides mild embarrassment and she drops into a seat, nibbling determindly on fruit.

Caylea arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Sasha's look of shocked puzzlement screams 'I have NO idea' but quietly she murmurs, "I think she is worried that Cadge isn't glowing....she wants her to rise like all the other greens and golds and this is her way of trying to encourage it.....but from what I can see she must be the only person i know who has less flirting ability than I do."

Loren simply.. blinks towards Pyrene. Oh, no. That cannot be Pyrene. Runner blinks once, twice, three times more, and nearly chokes on her cookie in a random sort of way. Pyrene's acting odd. Very odd. And LittleRunnerLo is starting to get nervous. 

Pyrene winks sweetly at Rauve. "It could be," she innuendoes freely. She may not be flirting-adept, but she's not stupid enough to miss an opening like that, either. She sighs at Sasha. "Oh, stop it. You're... cramping my style or whatever they call it. Rauve? Just come to the baths, OK? We can start over from there." She won't bite either. She's not really Lis. And he needs to help her for the Good of the Weyr.

[I d'c'ed momentarily]

Loren goes home.

Caylea coughs as she walks back in, the first words she heard being 'come to the baths with me'. Eek. Perhaps she's taking this flirting thing a /bit/ too far. "Um... weyrwoman? Normaly -that- part comes after...er...weeks of flirting." Poor clueless candidate.
What's happening with Pyrene. Sure is direct isn't she. Kinecha would never be so direct. No never. (repose)

Bronagh makes an annoyed sound as she bites straight through the fruit and into her tongue. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she goes a little red. What has she walked in on? (repose)

Sasha looks down...suddenly shy, and again sarcasm takes over. "Whatever style that is!!!" she murmurs still amazed. If thats how you do it then Sasha is staying single cos she'd never have the nerve to do /this!/

"Now.. Pyrene, I.." For the Good of the Weyr? ".. don't..." Maybe he should've had the wine, instead of the juice. "Maybe Oren or Kariel would be... more..." What's the word? Who knows. "I'd help you with your back, but I don't... uh. I'm not looking for a good time." /Gasp/.
Rauve said that. Cough.

Lyri walks in from the Central Bowl.
Takovic walks jerkily in from the Central Bowl.
Pemeron walks in from the Central Bowl.

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

Pyrene bites her lip thoughtfully, and settles on the arm of his chair. "Is that a mirror in your pants?" she asks. And then pauses. "Damn. Line anyone? I forget how the rest of it goes."

Lyri spots Pyrene. Run, everyone, while you still have your limbs. 

"Because I can see myself in them?" Rauve fills in saccharinely, amethyst eyes still in saucer-wide shock.

Lyri motions for Pemeron to follow, though she doesn't appear to be trying to push Tackovic out of his role or his Lis appointed duty. "Just wanna see it again, you know." Yeah, right, she wants to gloat. "Oh, everyone congratulate Pemeron, he just got searched." 

Gideon goes home.

Caylea goes home.

Vsevolod arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

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

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

Pyrene snaps her fingers. "That's it!" she cries. "You're so clever," and she ruffles his hair in teasing fashion. "Hmm, what? Lyri? Oh, congratulations Pemeron... Now, Rauve... about your pants?"

Bronagh makes a chocking noise as a piece of fruit goes down the wrong way. Overcoming her usual nervousness, she leans forward to try and hear things better. Good for a giggle, if nothing else...

Rauve blinks, straightening foof'd locks petulantly. Sort of. As petulantly as one can be, in a pink coat. "My pants don't have mirrors," he informs the goldrider soberly. 

Pyrene sighs disconsolately. "They probably don't, it's a stupid line," she agrees lacklustrely. "How about a kiss instead then?" Her eyes flick to the others in the room and she sets her teeth. The things she has to do for Cadge.

Quyina walks in from the Central Bowl.

Rauve tilts his head slightly, a peculiar not-quite-glower raised to Pyrene. "Pants with mirrors. So odd." And.. so...reflective. "Uh.. I guess that's better than--" Er. Better than finding out what a good time is, perhaps? "You don't look particularly eager." Perceptive, isn't he?

Takovic arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pyrene straightens her shoulders, lowers her lashes and peers at Rauve through them in seductive fashion. --And sees Siannen. Oh, ye gods. She's trying to make-out with somebody her former brat kissed. Or was naked with. Or something. She's suddenly off her chair and at a much safer distance from the lad. "On second thoughts..." she gabbles, thinking wildly, "How about you stand for Ysbryth's clutch instead?" Candidates are safely out of flirting bounds.

Oren arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Takovic walks in, oh so innocently, really. In fact, just out of watching someone be...What did Pyrene say? Stopping extremely abruptly in his tracks, not far into the room, his hand flies up to fidget with his spectacles, behind which shine surprised grey eyes. "You know, Rauve too, Rauve, too?" Talk about excitement concentration...They're being picked up everywhere!

Quyina lets out a small musing sigh, as she enters the Caverns, stopping momentarly to scan at the loundging persons. Clumsly with fatigue, Quyina sidesteps, reaching out for a mug to pour klah. With a sudden backwhip of her head, she drops the mug, lifting hands to cover her mouth from another sneeze. " Scorch it all...

Gideon arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Rauve blinks rather eloquently, the for-a-moment narrow eyes returnign quite abruptly to saucer-broad amethyst surfaces. "Uh.. so that means I don't have to-- er.. you, -what-?" Maybe the redfruit /was/ wine? "Um. I. Are you pulling my leg?" First she hits on him, now this? 

Oren wanders into the Caverns just in time to catch the (obviously delirious) Pyrene ask Rauve to stand. "No! Don't, Rauve, don't!" Who said Oren was incapable of brotherly love? He's here to save the day, for once in his life. "Rauve, they... they don't let you /drink/. And you can't have any /girls/. Rauve, it's like... it's like... it's.... /horrible/." Really, it is. And where's a nice Healer and some not-all-that-lovely non alcoholic wine when you need one?

Sasha doesn't know where to look, so allowing her usual laid back persona to take over she rises nd saunters to the hearth to procure some klah for herself.

Takovic steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Takovic arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pyrene nods earnestly at Rauve. "Yes, Stand. Why not? It's fun being a candidate. I did it twice. Sasha's doing it again too. Can't be that bad?" She's lying through her teeth of course, but she'll be insulted if he doesn't want to accept her offer. Bad enough he wouldn't go to the baths with her.

Not in the mood for any more socialization for now, Kinecha decides that this is the time to leave. A wave is given to those she knows and then she heads for the exit.

The mug lay in shards apon her feet, to the side of her, and in front of her in a jumbled mess. "Scorch.. scorch." Crouching down to pick up the unuseable mug, she sneezes again, sniffeling in retort to the oncoming cold. With the biggest pieces in her hands, Quyina slolwy glances around, letting her lips pucker into a unfair pout. Why her.. why this cold.. why why WHY? She stops slightly, letting her head cool to a certin limit and she strides to a seat, letting herself slide leasurely into it, and crossing her legs. Who needs the klah anyway.. she can manage.

Kinecha exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

"I don't drink?" Rauve murmurs vaguely toward Oren, pressing himself to his feet for lack of a better gesture to make. "Well." He -did- decline her former invitation, so he resigns himself... "Alright." 

Pyrene bounces lightly on her feet. "Oh, good!" She's escaped. "Alright, follow me then... don't worry, it's just to the barracks. I'll get you set up." And she beckons Rauve again--this time, the implications are marginally less disturbing.

Sasha shakes her head as she returns with her mug, still the confirmed unbeliever. "Its not happeneing Py," she sighs as she waves farewell to Kinecha. "the dragons got it wrong...I'm obviously not the sort they want." she curls up her petite frame into a lrge cosy chair and tucks her feet up beneath her. she sips her klah and wishes it was something much stronger. Candidacy! more trouble than it is worth...she lies to herself.

Deeper, darker, narrower... passages kink and twist into the Weyr.
Inner Caverns

Living Cavern> Gideon smiles, entering just in time to hear Py's invitation and Rauve's acceptance. "Another one?"

Rauve moves in from the Caverns.

Living Cavern> Oren mutters something under his breath about dumb young men these days and saunters out, hoping all the girls are staring at his.... backside.

Living Cavern> Oren exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.

Living Cavern> Gideon laughs softly and again makes himself comfortable in a chair next to Sasha. "How are you holding up?" he asks with a friendly smile.

Rauve trails the goldrider tacitly, making sure to stray far from the bath-entry. Just to be sure, you see. Can't be too wary?

Pyrene fortunately is heading to an entirely different den of iniquity.

You survived! Escaping through the heavy canvas curtain you arrive here...
Candidate Barracks

Rauve escapes in from the bustling activity of caverns and Weyr.

Living Cavern> Quyina gives a small curl of her lips... just slightly in a quant amusement. Ah candidacy would be wonderful... she wished it true, but she rather be a regular resident of the weyr for now. But she wouldn't mind the try, though dragons never paided her a seconds notice. Flicking back a strand of unruly berry kissed hair, she glances towards Sasha, and lets a reasuring grin pass between them. " Oh.. maybe you will impress, if you hold yourself for another try at it.. you never really know." Quyina's smile fades, with the trusting thought she knew were childish words and of corse they were... what did she know, she hadn't been in the weyr for more than two months. 

Pyrene waves blithely around. "Find yourself a cot. Most of the good ones are gone of course. You've seen candidates before, haven't you? You know the drill?" She turns to eye him suddenly in a way that suggests he'd /better/ know it.

Living Cavern> Sasha tilts her head to one side and smiles..."Its kind of strange being back in the barracks again....with a whole new set of people. But it is nice in a way..."

Rauve nods wordlessly, taking a step back from the weyrwoman. "Um.. /sure/ I do." And what he doesn't know, he's assuming he can find out from someone... not-hostile. He smiles, nevermind how vacantly. 

Pyrene waves her hands airily. "Oh it's easy. Anything fun's not allowed. You have to do a lot of chores, and if you prank me, you die. Anyway, let's get back to the caverns. I left my juice behind."

Rauve nods reservedly, nose wrinkling. Well. This is just another incentive to be chaste and good, right? /Sure/... "Alright." As long as it's not the baths, he'd probably follow her just about anywhere. Just a -little- stunned.

Pyrene has a Rauve-puppy? Aww. But the call of the juice is stronger, and she heads back to the caverns.

Back out into the bustling world of the caverns you go.
Living Caverns

Rauve arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pyrene reappears and makes straight for her juice. "I don't think flirting's the way," she decides at length. "Even if it does seem to work for Lis. Sorry, Rauve. How're the rest of you, anyway?"

Gideon smiles as Pyrene enters and leans back in his chair, munching quietly on a cookie. He waves then as Rauve follows close behind. "Congratulations!" he calls out.

Sasha looks thrilled and waves at Rauve "Oh wow! you have the knot too! Congratulations"

Rauve smiles slightly, wobbling toward his discarded cup of 'juice. "S'okay, Pyrene... and thanks, Gideon." He appreciates it. "You too, Sasha."

Quyina chuckles softly, again leaning back in her chair. " And we have Rauve as a candidate.. " She blinks a few times and chorckles to herself/ " Congratulations then Rauve." 

Akira arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Gideon walks over and grabs a few more cookies, then heads back to his chair. He smiles at Pyrene, his head tilted slightly. "How are you doing, Py?"

Pyrene yawns and appears to be content with her juice again. "Be nice to him guys," she urges Gideon and Sasha. "He's never Stood before. I'm fine, Gideon... really. A little tired, but...." 
"And don't call me Py," she adds belatedly. She's very tired.

Gideon nods as he leans back into his chair again. "Oh we'll show him the ropes," he answers, smiling.

Akira half-bounces into caverns, giving a halt as he enters. Yeah. You didn't see that, right? Caverns are eyed, and Akira slips away from entrance. Hrm. Some people new, some people not, but that's what happens when the candies start to arrive.

Rauve sips his 'juice unobstrusively. "I have to get.. stuff." Yeah. Stuff. "To.. the barracks." Stuff.. to the barracks. Nearly a complete sentence. 

Rauve goes home.

Sasha pulls out a notebook and starts to peruse it knowing that if she wants to keep up her standards as a healer, she mustn't let a little thing like candidacy get in the way....sipping her klah she grins at the others.

Gideon goes home.

Eyes narrow, and another well forced sneeze erupts from Quyina's nose, lamps narrowing, face controting, and hands reaching up to cover her face, to only smack it instead. Without a word, Quyina rises, sauntering to the klah to try at a mug again. " Shards... I need this, I need this." With a well filled mug she takes a sip, sneezing again with the result of a darker face and jerkin

Pyrene rises suddenly, wincing. "She's awake." And still not proddy. "I'll see you all later...." There. What did you want? Personal farewells?