9/22/2002
05:11
PM
Logfile
from Briny.
Weyrhall
- Monaco Weyr(#1290RFJM$)
This Hall rises in two open levels. High
above the structure's center, a broad-beamed ceiling supports the
slate-shingled roof. Carved wood from four massive trees provide pillars that
are both functional and decorative. Bounding the entire open chamber is an
upper tier with wide stairs affording access from the lower level.
The lower tier is arranged in grand style.
Various tapestries adorn the lower walls, and tables, benches, and chairs are
placed all about, allowing the entire Weyr's population to gather here. Built
into the west wall, a large stone hearth houses a small fire that warms klah
and some foods. Across the room, between the eastern pair of pillars, a large
table stands laden with pitchers of juice and trays of food. Sitting next to
the table are two casks of wine; one marked red, and stamped with a badge
indicating it is from the vineyards of the North's Benden Hold, and the other,
white with markings indicating origin in the newly-favored regions of the South
upriver from the Paradise holding. Above the hearth is a large plaque upon
which the symbol of Monaco Weyr, a particolored field of blue above white
featuring a leaping dolphin, is emblazoned.
Contents:
Vasmar
Auntie
Valera
Tapestry:
Nellanth's Clutch
Obvious
exits:
Stairs Kitchens
Terrace Commons Western Landing Field
Vasmar
is sitting by himself, leaning over the table slightly resting his head against
his palm while the elbow balances the weight there.
Briny
steps into the caverns. But, she does it a little unconventionally as she
enters backwards, apparently finishing up a discussion with another just
without. Something of a laugh, a wave, and the girl is coming about -and just
in time too, otherwise she would have stepped back right into a table.
Vasmar
looks up at the sound of laughter and the dour expression on his face lightens.
"Briny!" He sits up a little straighter and offers a wave in her
direction.
Briny
plucks up a tasty treat of some kind or another from the serving table. Popping
the bite-size morsel into her mouth, she looks about to continue on, only to
hesitate as her name is called by a familiar voice. She blinks owlishly for a
moment before finding Vasmar. Her smile brightens, and she weaves her way
through the tables toward him. "How're you doing?"
Vasmar
shrugs up his shoulders, "Oh, could be better but I'm alright. It's
wonderful to see you." He pushes out a chair, "I haven't seen or
heard for you since the other evening. I inquired about you but seems like
you're always out and away when I look." He smiles, "How are
you?"
Briny
chuckles softly, "Well, how else am I going to keep my girlish figure?
Always up and running around." Alas, now, it looks as though she is going
to be down and sitting. And it is just that she does, plopping into a seat next
to him. "I'm fine, but what's the matter?" Concern laces her voice
and knits her brows.
Vasmar
shakes his head, "oh, kitchen duty has me down." He shrugs, "and
a friend of mine is having some troubles with his weyrmate. So I've been trying
to help him out and get things settled. I don't know that I am cut out for
match making."
Briny
frowns slightly. "It seems you are always mentioning the kitchens in a bad
way. Have you... uh... have you ever thought of changing positions? I mean,
after all, you really should love what you do, Vas." She leans over to
slightly ruffle his hair, "As for your friend, do I know them?"
Vasmar
catches up Briny's hand and kisses it on the back before letting her go.
"I did like what I did before...assisting the steward, but I was demoted
for that job. I don't think I can request another job if they've given me this
one and what would I do? I can't run anymore, not like I used to anyway."
He shrugs, looking sour. "Ah, do you know him? I don't know. Phillps is
his name, his weyrmate is Clori--bluerider. Don't recall what wing she's in
though."
Briny
frowns ever more before giving him a hopefully teasing/bolstering nudge. Hesitantly,
she adds, "Ever think of joining a craft? Or even going elsewhere? I mean,
if you don't like where you are at now, what's the point?" And then she
shakes her head from side to side, "I might have heard those names before,
but there are so many riders 'n everyone is so new to me. I don't know."
Vasmar
blinks slightly, "but I'm quite happy here. I just don't particularlly
enjoy scrubbing dishes and chopping vegitables and cleaning up after the mess
some people make. It's fine really, I have other things that make life worth
staying here. I can't see myself anywhere else." He chuckles, teasing
"you trying to get rid of me?"
Briny
laughs and nudges him again. "Noooooo. Not like that. Its just... I don't
like seeing people stuck with something they don't enjoy. After all, life is
only so long. One must enjoy every bit of it." A teasing wink and a shrug
of her shoulders. "After all, if you are gonna be grumpy all the time, how
much fun is that? Sure, I could tickle you into a smile, but I think you might
object to that after the first sevenday."
Vasmar
nods his head, "oh, tickling wouldn't put me in a good mood. I asked the
cook if I could start helping out, but everytime I bring it up it starts to
work out and then I'm out back on the old duties again." He shrugs,
"Not everyone can like their job you know. Sometimes you just have to do
what you're assigned and try to make the best of it."
Briny
smiles softly as she watches him silently for a long moment. After a couple of
breaths, she sighs softly, "I suppose you have a point there. I don't have
to like it, but I understand."
Vasmar
grins at Briny and smiles at her, "I don't have to like it either."
he winks and then reaches out to touch Briny's cheek, "I have missed you
so much! Shards it's great to see you."
Briny
blushes slightly at the words, her smile quirking to the side with something
that might be embarrassment. Her hand reaches up to claim his, fingers
interweaving and then drawing his hand into her lap. "Yeah, its nice to
see you too. We really do need to find one of those times to just get away, if
even for a little bit."
Vasmar
nods his head, "I can't think of a better idea!" His hand squeezes
hers and he shifts closer hair by hair near to Briny. "I think we should
do so very soon!" He pauses, admiring her blushing and his smile widens,
"Why Briny, are you alright?"
"Perfectly
fine," the messenger girl chimes in all too quickly, grin only managing to
widen. "Yes, maybe we will finally get out to hunt down those Cats. Or
something along those lines." Briny flashes him a quick wink.
Vasmar
winks right back, "well, I've been trying my best to find out what day is
best for you. What day you might or might not have off so I can have all your
attention." He chuckles and squeezes her hand again.
Briny
chuckles softly. "Ohhhh, I think that just about any time you say, I'll
make it. It isn't much to talk to a couple of the other messengers to taking my
runs for me. Plenty of us, and not that many messages -considering most of the
higher-ups have dragons." *grin*
Vasmar
nods his head and looks thoughtful, "How about sometime this sevenday? I
know I have two or three days I can take and I'm sure Phillps will cover for me
another day or two...if you can get that much time as well."
Briny
considers this for a moment, watching him thoughtfully as the wheels turns.
"I... believe so. That much time in advance, I can ask for it off.
Especially if I explain it has to do with a guy I'm trying to find time to
spend with." The other girls always go for that mushy stuff.
Vasmar
chuckles and flutters his eyelashes in a rather cute manner, "I feel
flattered that you would do that for lil' ol me." He chuckles, "It's
no secret that I've been trying to get time alone with you. I hope they've been
giving you my messages."
Briny
blinks and actually blushes further. Oh my, this is just degenerating awfully
fast. She swats playfully at him, giggling softly, "Oh my, you really are
loving this, aren't you?" Her smile softens just the slightest, "And
alone is always nice. Very nice."
Vasmar
smiles at Briny, "It does make me happy. I won't lie about that." He
smiles even wider, "There goes that blushing again. Are you sure you're
feeling alright? You're looking rather flushed my dear." He leans over and
kisses her cheek softly.
You
know, talking about her blushing is only going to cause the girl to turn an
even more vibrant shade of red. "Hush," she admonishes, batting at
him playfully. "I'm quite fine, if you don't mind all the shameless
flattery." Hand flutters over her face for a moment before she is dropping
it to rest on his arm. "I suppose it makes me happy to."
Vasmar
smiles, "I think the color is good on you." Then he really does stop
taunting her so she can recover from the blush. "The healer gave me a nice
bottle of this refreshing oil. I think I'll take it with us on our 'hunt'.
Never know if it'll come in handy after a long walk through the wild
jungle."
Briny
sniffs with derision and then offers him a wry grin, "Now /that/ sounds marvelous.
But, I don't want you softening me up too much." She abruptly pushes up
from her seat, trotting back to the serving table for a moment to pick up
something else to nibble upon. "AFter all, how am I supposed to hunt of
Cats if you have me snoozing from a massage half the day." She casts him a
wink over her shoulder as she asks, "Want anything while I'm up?"
Vasmar
pushes his plate away from him, "A glass of wine if there's any Southern
Red there?" He looks hopeful, leaning forward in his chair slightly,
"And don't you worry about me getting you too relaxed. We can keep that
for the evenings so we'll both have enough energy to do things during the
day." There's a sly twinkling in his eyes.
Briny
returns with a skin, hopefully with some red within it, along with a plate of
food. There looks to be pudding on it, or maybe some really glossy mushed
tubers, hard to tell. But, knowing Brin's sweettooth, it would be pudding.
"Oh yes. I sure hope you have the stamina to keep up with me." Ahhhhh,
the sly teasing.
Vasmar
ohs at the taunt, "I guess only time will tell about that. You'll have to
try me out and see." Grinning he reaches for the flask, "What is
that?" He pokes a finger towards Briny's plate. "Looks awful."
Briny
doesn't quite pout, but does a good job of pretending she is. "What do you
think it looks like?" she offers right on back, delving a spoon into the
mushy stuff and shoveling it into her mouth. Mmmmmmmmm. Another spoon-full is
captured, and offered, "Want some?" Of course, seeing how the way she
holds the spoon by the handle, and with one finger holding back the spoon's
top, it looks more like she is about to start a food fight. And oh, the grin.
Vasmar
ducks to the side as though fearing a direct hit from the mush on the spoon,
"OH no! I think I'll pass on that." A low chuckle and he fills his
glass with wine. Red it is! "It looks like....snot." He teases of her
pudding treat.
"Snot?"
she drawls slowly, watching him with amusement. "I'll be sure to tell cook
you said that." Briny continues to regard him for the longest moment.
Ohhhh, but the temptation is just too hard to resist. *Fling-SWOOSH* Yeah, that
would be pudding-snot flying thru the air in Vasmar's general direction.
Vasmar
is too late to duck the incomming sticky stuff and *splat* It connects with the
side of his cheek and neck as he attempts to avoid it. "Ooh, you are in
such trouble." He threatens, but there are no remains on his lunch plate.
Instead he lunges forward, trying to rub his soiled face against hers.
Briny
quite literally squeaks as she is accosted. *Meep!* Hands press against his
chest in a futile effort to keep him away from her. Alas, she is slimed. Ewww.
"I've got more!" More pudding, that is.
Vasmar
laughs, not letting Briny go despite her struggles to free herself from
him...at least she'll have to do more than just push at him. "Go
ahead..you'll wear half of it!" He grins, eyes flashing. "Naughty
thing you are!"
Briny
is reduced to an actual squeal next. "Nooooooo!" And then another
giggle, sticky and slick fingers scrabbling against him. She arches back
abruptly at the sliming to her front, laughing outright now and oblivious to
the stares of any of the residents in the cavern.
Vasmar
lifts his head and leers at the squeeling Briny between his own laughter,
"Do you yield?" He asks, sputtering slightly, some pudding dribbling
down the side of his face.
El'ric
ambles in from the wide green commons outside.
El'ric
has arrived.
"Never!"
Briny shrieks rather loudly. She hasn't been known to be one to give in ever so
easily. Pudding. She needs more pudding. Well, there is plenty in his hair, and
now running down the side of his face. *snicker* "You... uh... You've got
something..." She reaches over to claim that dollup from his cheek, and
instead smear it over his nose. Ah, triumph gleams in her smile.
Vasmar
snorts as she smears the pudding over his nose and with a choke of laughter
leans in and rubs his nose along her cheek from eye to jaw, tightening his hold
on her. "Not yet huh? You /sure/ about that?" Since he has no food to
counter her, he resorts to tickling her where ever he can reach.
El'ric
walks into the Weyrhall after a hard day of sweeps, not really paying too much
attention to whats going on around him he heads straight for a table with
something to drink on it, theres obviously something on his mind. Reaching the
table he reaches for a jug and pauses as events eventually catch up with him,
"what the..." he turns to survey the scene "what are you pair up
to" his gface is looking a bit apprehensive right now as his jaw drops a
bit.
Briny
is quite sure she is made of sterner stuff, and will not give in to him. Nope.
Not done. She hitches at the tickling, giggles bubbling from her once more.
"Ohhhhh-Ooooohh!" A laugh, a wiggle and she is sliding from her seat
to land on her tush on the ground. *oif-snicker* She blinks up to El'ric,
"Uh. Hi."
Vasmar
is almost in tears he's laughing so hard when Briny falls from her chair. When
she says hello to someone he jerks his head up, pudding coating most of his
face and neck, "Oh, good evening." He states rather breathlessly,
though in a manner of someone who thinks nothing at all is amiss in the strange
situration.
El'ric
can't help but let a chuckle out as he breaks out into a big grin, "How
are the pair of you doing" he asks as he fetchs up the jug of juice and a
mug, "or perhaps I shouldn't ask" he wonders as he leans back against
the table, definetly keeping his distance.
Briny
slowly pulls herself back up to her feet, brushing back a pudding-soaked lock
of hair from her cheek. Ah yes, blushing again. She is rather good at it too.
"I'm.... uh... fine." *sparkle-grin* "And also a little bit
sticky. I'll just go clean up now." She gives El'ric a rather cheshire
grin before leaning in to Vas to give him a quick kiss. "See ya." And
with that, she is trotting off.