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...