4/23/2003
02:59
PM
Logfile
from Briny.
Briny
and Blue Belynth's Cottage(#3429RJh$)
From the overgrown tangled mess of this
walled off area, it's very obvious that abandonment happened some time ago. The
stones of the path are uneven and slightly dangerous as they point the way to
the cottage, their course set along one of the low walls that keep the area
private. To one side a small shelter, nothing more than two vertical slabs of
stone with a slate roof, houses what once must have been a swing; the ropes
still hang from the metal rings that affix them to the roof, but the seat is
long gone. Before the swing, and close to the path is a large indentation in
the ground; big enough for a large brown or bronze dragon to fit comfortably
and purely decadence for a green or blue - once the water has been drained of
course.
The cottage itself seems to be in
relatively good repair - from the outside at least. It's octagonal shape is
free from defect and the walls themselves are painted in a pale cream with tiny
decorative flowers picked out in a myriad of different shades along the base.
Just below the roof a stripe of green has been painted all around the cottage;
and the window frames and door, which boasts a small cut out of a flower on it,
are the same shade, though dirtier than it's counterpart.
The interior of this cottage is, to put it
bluntly, red; everything from the scraps of curtains that hang at the windows,
to the walls, ceiling and floor have been painted and dyed in varying shades of
red. The desk, which sits against one wall, is red. The small table near the
door is red. The bed is red. The curtain that hangs to screen off the sleeping
area may be faded, but it's red too. The only break from the crimson assault is
the single chair, which sits beside the table. That, unfortunately, is bright
green.
Obvious
exits:
Eastern
Landing Field
Briny
is perched upon a stool just inside the doorway of her cottage, wearing her
scruffy best as he considers the wall. The red wall. That obnoxious red wall.
But not for long. "I think I'll like you a lot more if you are off white.
You won't keep me up at night and you won't glow so when the sun sets. Off
white is a good color. A neural color. A pure color." Yes, she is talking
to the wall.
V'mar
pokes his head in and then comes into the room at the sound of talking. HE
looks around quickly, checking to see who in t he world Briny would be talking
with about changing color. He opens his mouth to say something but ends up just
smiling when he catches on to what's happening. "Ah-hem!"
Briny
leans over from her perch, reaching down for the paint brush stuck in the
bucket of paint. She gives it a few dabs and then lifts the thing, only to
startle at the throat-clearing. The woman swings around, white paint
splattering everywhere with the movement as she peers at V'mar. "Oh!
Hi!"
V'mar
winces back, trying to avoid the paint that seems to come directly at him,
"Hey! Is this the sort of treatment i'm going to get for volunteering to
help you?" He laughs and brushes the dapples of paint from his shoulder.
"You're going to do it white? HOw dull!"
Briny
winces just the slightest. Hardly a wince at that. Actually more of an amused
grin follows afterwards as he get splattered. "Just the top part. And then
I want to paint the bottom part another color. Maybe blue... and have a brown
stripe between them? Or maybe gold? I don't know. Depends on what is in stores.
Why? I suppose you want it day-glow green or something."
V'mar
motions to the red wall, "I sort of like the bright color. It gives the
place something....ah....a flare." He draws up his shoulders and reaches
Briny, slipping his arms around her. "Besides, how often do you really
look at the silly ol' wall anyway?" There's a wolfish smile as he tries to
get the bluerider into his arms. Silly brownie.
Briny
holds the brush before the wall, wrinkling her nose. "Well... maybe I
could leave the stripe red? Or the bottom red? Maybe? I just can't live with
all of this red. I mean, I like the color and everything, but not so /much/ of
it. It's... its everywhere for Faranth's sake." She leans back into him,
smile soft.
V'mar
kisses the top of Briny's ear, "Well, whatever you'd like it's ok with me.
Do you want some help?" He rubs a hand over her tummy lightly. "I'd
be happy to help."
Briny
makes a tentative stab at the wall with the brush, slaving a stroke of the
off-white onto it. And then she sighs, looking at the results. "Of course
you can help, silly. Although I think you are more into distracting me, then
helping." Head turns to give him something of a wink.
V'mar
winks back and lets go with a mournful sigh, "oh, you're so
difficult." He teases and then moves forward to reach for a brush as well.
"lets see....white on top." He looks up at the top part, "right,
I guess you can reach up that high."
"If
I climb on the stool, I can," Briny adds, glancing back to him with a
smile. "But I'll give you the highest job." She climbs off of the
stool, seems to gauge the distance of things, and then runs the brush along a
horizontal line at about her waist along this one wall. "Paint everything
white above this."
V'mar
looks at the line that Briny's indicated with a twinkle of amusement in his
eyes. "Alright, hey, if you don't like it you can always repaint it."
He pauses as he puts the wet bristles to the wall. "I just hope you don't
anytime soon."
Briny
rolls her eyes, giving him a nudge with her hip. "Well, I have to tell you
exactly where to paint it, don't I? You know men... never ask directions, so I
have to explain it for you." She straightens once more though, only to wet
the brush again and make another line across another wall. "I'm a woman. I
can change my mind. Maybe I will next seven-day."
V'mar
doesn't look down, he just shakes his head, "are you working up for a
fight?" He asks her, laughter just behind the words. "I'm not going
to help if you decide to paint every sevenday. I say we do it good this time
and leave it." He does sneak a look down at her though. "I ask for
directions..."
Briny
finishes drawing her lines along the wall, some a wee bit crooked. Ah well,
it'll give the place character. She laughs, shooting him a glance over her
shoulder, "I was kidding, you goof. Although I still reserve the right to
change it anyway."
V'mar
snickers quietly and doesn't make a comment as he paints the top part of the
wall in silence. "Hey, you're still extending me the invitation to live
here too aren't you?"
Briny
makes her way back over to the same wall that V'mar is at, flickering him a
smile. "Well, of course. I'm not about to scamper through the forest to
slip into your bed in the middle of the night. And I much rather like to have
you right here where I can keep an eye on you."
V'mar
blinks and assumes his most innocent expression, "my dear, beloved Briny!
You think you have to keep an eye on me? Well, that's quite something."
Briny
rolls her eyes at the look he gives her, along with the words. "Well,
yeah," she answers with a hitching grin. "But don't get too full of
yourself. Someone has to take care of you, and make sure that you don't go
wandering off after unsuspecting residents."
V'mar
laughs and shakes his head, "I'm wounded that you think I'm like
that." He moves to dip his brush in more paint and winks at the lovely
bluerider as he takes his spot beside her again. "You've been the only
thing consuming my thoughts for turns now."
Briny
blinks across at him, and laughs. "I think that a certain brown dragon of
yours would object to that, sweetcheeks, but I'll carry that thought fondly in
my heart." Brush sweeps across the wall, the thick layer of paint doing a
pretty good job of covering that red -as she hopes it doesn't turn to pink for
all of this.
V'mar
winks and jerks a thumb over his shoulder, "oh /him/? Bah." The brown
snorts softly and then resumes snoring. "See, he doesn't care. He knows
how much you mean to me." He continues painting as though not having his
flattery shattered to bits.
Briny
flickers a glance at the sleeping brown, before smiling back at V'mar. He
should well know by now that Briny is constantly dismissing any flattery tossed
her way. Silly, silly boy. She moves away to go and get more paint on her
brush, "Stop being so sweet and get back to painting. You missed a
spot."
V'mar
shakes his head, "I didn't miss it. I'm saving that bit for later. Haven't
you ever heard of creative license?" Then he falls silent and does really
get to work, making sure to slap paint on that empty section.
Briny
chuckles at his response. Finger catches a bit of a dribble of white from the
edge of the bucket before it can hit the floor though. As she walks past V'mar,
the girl then completely ignores her words from previous and draws that
paint-dabbed finger over the back of his neck as she continues on.
V'mar
startles, "hey, what are you doing?" He hunches up his shoulders to
keep his neck safe for more tickling. He didn't notice that her fingers had
paint on them. "Watch it you. There's work to do." Wagging the almost
dry brush at her, he draws back and gets more on his brush.
Briny
bites her lip to keep back a laugh at his reaction. Her gaze flickers back to
the rear of his neck, smile begins to form again all on its own, and then more
lip biting is involved. Must - not - laugh. "Nothing," she sing-songs,
and goes back to being a dutiful painter. YepYep.
V'mar
doesn't believe that for a moment. He starts to paint the wall again but she's
doing that all-too-dutiful act. "Riiiight." His hand swabs the back
of his neck only to discover the crust of drying paint there. "Hey!"
He spins on Briny, holding out the dribbling brush.
Hrm.
Are the walls going to be sporting that dribbled and splattered effect now?
Briny hunches her shoulders as she dutifully goes about painting the wall.
Paint. Paint. Paint. Innocence incarnate. Well, until his outburst. She giggles
once, turning a wide-eyed look at him. "Hrm? Oh look, you've got paint on
your neck."
V'mar
shakes his head slowly back and forth and waggles the drizzling brush again,
"you did it to me! Here I thought you were being cute and playful and you
were...painting me!"
Huh? (Type "help" for help.)
Briny
eyes the drizzling brush warily. "But I'm still cute and playful... and I
can still paint you." She turns doe-like eyes upon him. You know, all wide
and blue and innocent -or not. "You look good in paint?"
V'mar
snorts quietly and waves the brush in a dangerous manner, it could spatter at
any time, "You might, but i"ll get a few good licks in first."
He notes as he takes a step forward. He's not really upset -- this is just a
great excuse to have some fun. "I mean, I don't mind if your things get
spattered with paint." He looks across the weyr at the items you have.
Briny
is still going to keep an eye on that brush. Dangerous thing, that. "Yeah,
well... I mind." Even if most everything has been pushed outside, but that
is besides the point. "And did you say licks?" Yes. She must distract
him another way.
V'mar
smiles and sways the brush from side to side, "yes I did! And no, it's not
going to work on me today." He grins and flutters his lasyes, "You're
the one that likes the licks the most." He pokes the tip of his tongue out
and then advances with the brush held out. Paint the bluerider.
"No?"
Briny coos, tucking her hair behind her ear. Getting paint out of hair is
nasty. Takes forever and all that. His eyelash fluttering earns another bright
grin from her, "But I can give as good as I get, you know? You
/know/..." One hand extends before her to try to ward him off.
V'mar
smiles at Briny, "I know. But I know you're not going to show me right
here and now. We've work to do. ANd I'd be working right now if a certain
little imp didn't just paint me. I have to get her back." He tries to now,
tries to swat her arm or shoulder with the brush.
Briny's
eyes flash with amusement, "But I could..." Only now he is trying to
slash at her with the brush. Her hand slams out to try to grab his wrist,
giggling all the while, only to more than likely enclose upon the bristles and
get herself a hand full of paint. "Ahhhhh!"
V'mar
laughs as he's caught, but it's only for a moment. He jerks his hand back
sharply. That slippery brush with all the paint....well, it's got to end up
somewhere. Binking, he takes a step back, "Oh, hey--sorry about
that." Paint covered hands is more trouble than a paint brush, yes it is.
Briny
looks down at her hand, and then looks over at V'mar. Ohhhh, the evil that
lurks in her eyes. She does startle as the brush goes flying before bursting
into laughter. Hand is brandished before her, "Sorry, eh?"
V'mar
nods his head and backs up slowly, holding up his hands. Nthing like being
disarmed. "You started this you know. Don't make this harder on
yourself." He laughs back at the evil-eyed woman stalking him.
Briny
smiles as she approaches him, puckish. "You bet I did..." he coos
again, softly. But now, she has the upper hand here -and please mind that pun.
"Harder on myself," she echoes, smiling. "What're you going to
do? Get me back by sticking your tongue out at me."
V'mar
laughs softly, "oh, I don't know. I can um....get even somehow." he
looks around and spots the bin of paint and makes a dive for it.
And
just as V'mar dives for the paint, Briny is going to dive for him. She cries
out in challenge, the tone lifted with something of a laugh as well at their
antics.
Idranth
blinks away with a grunt and thumps his tail against the stones. V'mar is
tackled! He stumbles on his feet a couple more steps but the contact of the
flying Briny eventually unbalance him and he topples over.
Briny
bursts into laughter once more as she tries to climb up V'mar's body, leaving
handprints and smudges as she does so. "Hee!" she laughs, unable to
keep back her laughing and giggles anymore.
V'mar
is easy to climb...he's on the floor now, blinking up at Briny who's caught
him, "Get off me! Get off!" He hoots, though he's laughing so hard,
he can't really mean he wants her off can he?"
Briny
giggles, clambering up V'mar's slide. That bepainted hand is reached out,
trying to reach over and get the brownrider's face with a good smear. She will
not feel triumphant until she can accomplish that. "Cry uncle!"
V'mar
gabs for Briny's hand with a laugh, turning his face away as far as he can.
Briny
is grabbed. Awwwwww. And so her hand misses. But seeing as his face is turned
away, she'll instead give a nip to his ear in distraction and try to bring her
hand back. All of that firestone sack lugging made her stronger, but more than
likely nowhere close to V'mar's own.
V'mar
gasps at the bite, "HEY! No biting!" Her trick worked, his grip
loosens as he tries to sit up and get the wild girl off him. He roars with
laughter.
Ya-hah!
Success. Another something of a giggle as Briny does her best to cling to him.
Inevitably, her hand comes back around, wide, intent to put a bit ol' palm
imprint upon his cheek and such.
V'mar
makes a sound like "GLACK!" As he gets a painted hand upside the
face. "Ooohhhh! C'mon now!" With a grunt of effort he wraps his arms
around Briny and struggles to his feet. "That's it.....You need a good
spanking...." Why is he taking her to the bed? Hhmmm...