2/17/2004

02:54 PM

Logfile from Sk'lar.

 

 

Main Living Cavern

Melodic laughter rings throughout the spacious cavern as riders socialize with one another, boasting of adventures a-dragonback, and gossiping about stodgy wingleaders and sordid affairs. Drudges rush past you, their arms laden with dishes and mugs of Klah, desperate to relieve themselves of their burden while pesky 'lizards inhibit their progress.

The light from the glows warmly illuminates the domed cavern and shimmers off the walls as miniscule mineral particles reflect the soft lighting like twinkling stars blanketed in a wintry gray sky. Numerous tables lie scattered across the room, some large enough to hold a whole wing of riders while others were made only for two.  Towards the back, a large hearth breathes soul soothing warmth into weary bodies as its flames dance with hypnotic grace and puppet flickering shadows across the spacious stone stage. Sultry, mouth-watering aromas float in from a small archway that leads to the kitchens while chattering can be heard emanating from a wide hallway.

Flopped atop various perches are Spanky and Tidus.

Aineen is here.

From here you can go:

Lower Caverns             Bowl                       Infirmary                

Kitchen                   Gaming Room                                         

 

Sk'lar has arrived.

 

Rh'nan has arrived.

Rh'nan arrives.

 

Essa has arrived.

 

Seated at her usual spot at the Dawnrunner table, Neen is sipping on some tea, her chair turned towards the hearth. The Wingleader is also fairly dirty, as can be noted by the brown stains all over her clothing and the fact that most of her lower-half is sopping wet. "Sharding mud and water.." she mutters to herself between sips.

 

Sk'lar has commandeered a table. A rather large table at that. It is all his. Anyone so much as looks at that table with interest and he might just bite your arm off. And that table is absolutely covered with things, most refugees from his damp office. Flooding sucks. And so, there he sits, fairly  hidden behind quite the array of hidework and other such nuisances. "Where the fardles did they put the..." *rummage-rummage* Wait for it... *CRASH* Yep, there goes a pile right to the floor. "SHAFFIT!"

 

K'mra has arrived.

 

Essa is nearly covered in mud as she comes tromping into the caverns, trying to remove the most she can before entering.  A sour expression is on her face.  Although, spying the Weyrleader, who seems to be having a worse day, she chippers up a little bit.  And of course, as soon as she spies Rh'nan here she visibly perks up, a smile spreading over her face, "Well good day all!" 

 

Rh'nan enters the caverns from the lower caverns, all fresh and clean.  Hah.  His hair is still wet from his recent bath, and he carries his mud-covered boots in one hand.  "That's much better," he announces, dropping his boots off by the hearth.  Sky's predicament is noted with a muffled laugh.  "You got everything covered there, Sk'lar?"  He's forced to shout across the caverns, as he's not about to risk approaching.

 

Aineen's eyes flicker from the smoldering remains of the hearth towards the Weyrleader. Must. Not. Look. Amused. So, before turning her chair towards the bronzerider, she composes herself. "Need help, sir?" Thankfully, as it was Dawnrunner's job to clear out the Caverns, her office was one of the first to be .. evacuated. Pushing her seat back a little bit, in preparation to get up, she just looks at Sk'lar expectantly. Essa and Rh'nan are given nods of greeting, but she's not much happier than Sk'lar at the moment. Being wet and dirty does that to you, generally.

 

Sk'lar just stares at the pile that has fallen onto the floor. Glancing up from it, he squints at Essa and quickly waves a hand to ward her off. "Come no closer!" The last thing he needs is mud on all of this busy work. "Lets try to maintain a safe distance. You know, just like flying fall." He sighs, pushing his chair back and then dropping to his knees to start picking up what has fallen on the ground. At a vaguely familiar voice, he ducks his head around the corner of the table to spy Rh'nan, and then smirk, "Come here, you." Yes, complete with a come-hither finger scratch. Oh look, and another helpful person. "You too." Yep, that point is right at Aineen.

 

Flooding, flooding, flooding: K'mra comes in whistling and looking immensely pleased despite the current state of Telgar. "Sk'lar!" She recognizes him and hones in.

 

Essa looks crestfallen as Sk'lar tells her not to come any closer. But upon seeing Rh'nan look like he's returning from the baths, she decides to head that way herself.

 

Rh'nan hadn't planned to be tugged into this cleanup business.  He's just about to protest when he hears Essa's voice.  "Err...coming!"  Quick, escape before she tries to talk to him.  He strides towards the Weyrleader, eyeing the piles dubiously.  "Isn't there anywhere else for you to set up, Sk'lar?  We must have some extra offices around here somewhere..."  Anywhere where the rest of the weyr wouldn't have to stay 15 feet away from one table.

 

Aineen should be terrified, really, but she wastes no time in getting up and moving over towards the area that Sk'lar occupies. "You're going to get even wetter doing that, sir," she says, looking at the bronzerider on the floor, before kneeling down beside him on the floor and grabbing a wayward scroll. Rh'nan is given a look that can only be read as confused as she continues to grab a few hides, setting them on the tabletop next to her.

 

Sk'lar continues to warily eye Essa. Clearly she got into a fight with a puddle, and lost. Magnificently. Although he has this really, really intense desire to order her to hug Rh'nan. Must - resist. At K'mra's familiar voice, he blinks and peers over at her, "Did you bring dry weather? Lots and lots of it?" You know, one can hope. "This is temporary, Rh'nan. As soon as the skimmers finish sandbagging around my door... and we figure out how to get the three handspans of water off of my floor, and the accompanying muck, I'll be right back in there." Or so he wishes. But he does point to the far end of the table. "Starfire's paperwork. Organize it. You are going to have to learn at some point or another." Aineen is peered at too, and he smirks, "You know plenty about busy work, aye?" Aka, hidework and all the annoyance that comes from it.

 

"Oh, joy.  Rh'nan looks at the paperwork, then at Sk'lar, then back at the paperwork.  "...Organize it?"  He frowns, as though trying to get his head around the concept of organization.  "Right."  He blinks, and then moves in the direction of the paperwork, flipping through the pages to assess exactly what he's dealing with.  "Won't sandbagging around your door keep you from entering and leaving?"  It sounds sort of inconvenient to him.

 

Ug, sandbagging. That's probably what Carid and the rest of the Wing are up to right now. Neen just nods slowly to Sk'lar's remarks. "Yes, my own office has enough water in it to bath all of my firelizards. Luckily, myself and the others managed to move the stuff up to my weyr before the water could truly set in." Ah, the joy of busy work. "'course," Neen says with her own smirk, "how can you get away from it? There's enough of it to last for turns to come." As Rh'nan gets assigned some of the not-so-pleasant work, Neen shoots a sympathetic smile at him. She knows, believe you me, hidework sucks. But it must be done.

 

"Not likely," K'mra answers. She mostly stays out of the way, perching on nearby table rather than at it, and watches the clean-up process with a little smirking smile. She's got enough paperwork back at Igen, and thus does not volunteer herself. "I came up to get my share of the water--gotta stock up, after all," she relates in a wry tone.

 

Sk'lar stands up with hidework in his hands. At Rh'nan's words though, the weyrleader simply cannot resist the temptation of swinging one of those files around as if to boff the other bronzer upside the head with it. "Dimglow. Not right against the door. "You're a lifesaver, Aineen. Thank you." And so he waves her over to his chair. Feel free to take the seat, and immerse yourself in hidework. Joy. Stretching, he glances back at K'mra, "Your share? Well, there is plenty to take back with you. As you might have noticed out in the bowl, we seem to have an excess of it."

 

K'mra just looked at you.

 

Essa returns from the baths, hair wet, wearing a simple pair of pants and plain tunic, they may be a size or two too big, but it's all she could find while her leathers need washing.  She's wringing out her hair as she walks back into the caverns, "There?  Better?"  She asks Sk'lar. 

 

Rh'nan spies the file moving towards his head, and ducks.  With Sk'lar you can never be too careful.  "You said they we putting them at the door...how was I supposed to know?"  With a sigh he begins to shuffle papers around, ordering them as best he can.  Neen receieves a wry grin as she too is put to work.  "Almost makes you wish you were out in the mud again, 'eh?"  He winks, then pauses in his work to study a perplexing paper.  Hmm.

 

Aineen seems to be getting herself into a lot of extra chores lately. At the sound of more /hidework/, Neen looks crestfallen. However, bluerider knows better than to deliberately disobey the Weyrleader, so she plops into Sk'lar's seat and opens a scroll. Skimming it's contents, she grabs a piece of chalk and begins making minor corrections. Halfway through, she looks at Rh'nan at the other end of the table. The poor bronzerider has no clue what he's doing. A drudge brings over her tea, and she simply looks over at Sk'lar again. Why in Pern is she doing this in the first place? Right. Because Neen doesn't want any MORE chores/saving Telgar weyr from a moldy death activities for her wing.

 

K'mra allows Sk'lar to interpret her share as however he wants and remains congenial, nodding. "I noticed." She stretches, extending long legs towards the puddled floor. "I will, thanks. Igen's getting drier by the day." The brownrider observes the others for a few minutes, and eventually addresses Essa as she reenters, figuring she's the least busy and thus the best equipped to suffer through introductions. "Hey. Who are you?" Politeness, it seems, is not K'mra's strong suit.

 

Sk'lar squints over at Essa as she returns. Oh, what he wouldn't give to just sit and soak in some warm waters. At least one of those baths has to be clean enough to lounge around in for a very, very long time. So, he'll look a little mutinous here when it concerns further hidework duties. He glances up to smirk at K'mra, and then he is looking back to his little helpers. "Ugh. Aineen, can you show him what he is supposed to be doing? Educate the boy."

 

Usagi wakes up from her nap.

 

Essa shrugs her shoulders, as she is not put to work like the others, she merely moves on over to the food table and starts to make herself a plate.  She brings it over to a nearby table and sits down to eat.

 

Rh'nan isn't stupid, really.  He's just completely oblivious.  He notices what Aineen is doing, and frowns.  Hearing Sk'lar's words, he nods quickly.  "I do need a bit of help...seeing as no one," he tilts his head towards Sk'lar, "saw fit to actually tell me what I was expected to do."

 

Aineen would much rather occupy the warm baths as well, then be sitting out in the Caverns, wet and doing hidework. At

Sk'lar's order, she simply nods, patting the seat beside her at the table. "Careful, don't knock anything off," she says with a wry smile. "Get some chalk, these look like they could use some work." Pause. "Or do you want him to just organize them into different types of records?" She doesn't want to get Rh'nan into anything over his head here. And she had Carid to teach her hidework, so Neen is pretty much an expert at it by now.

 

K'mra drums fingers against her knee with an outward show of slight irritation as her sort-of-greeting goes ignored or unheard. Unaccustomed to this, she deems it necessary to raise her voice and speak clearly, patiently, and patronizingly: "Are you a little hard of hearing, dear?" No. K'mra is not polite.

 

Sk'lar takes a step back, quietly watching the blue and bronze riders with a touch of speculation. Oh? Would you look at that? The man is thinking. Question is... is this a good or bad thing? No matter what he comes up with, it generally isn't all that good for those involved. His gaze lifts over to K'mra, and then he smirks in amusement. "And how fares Igen? I've been a bit... involved in some of the more domestic matters here, that I haven't hardly listened to the news coming out from your area."

 

Essa raises her brow and looks around at K'mra and then looks around a little more, "Who me?"  She looks a little confused, and a little taken aback, "I'm sorry, I usually fade off into the background, I'm not used to being talked to alot."  She says that a little jokingly, before clearing her throat and introducing herself, "I'm Essa, rider of green Ziryth." 

.

 

Rh'nan abandons his pointless shuffling to seat himself beside Aineen.  "Chalk?"  Luckily for him, there's some within arm's reach.  He grabs it, and shifts his attention to Neen, awaiting further instruction.  "I won't," he says with a chuckle, "Because I'll be the one to pick it up."  And he's not looking for any more work at the moment.

 

Aineen's eyebrows raise slightly as she's ignored. "Well, I think you should just organize first. I'll show you how to mark them if Sk'lar wants me to, later." As for what Sk'lar is thinking of, Neen should be terrified, but she sincerely doesn't notice. "Now, you'll want to sort them into trade records and history records. See this? This is a trade record," she holds up a hide with lists of goods on it. "This is a history record," she says, gesturing to a scroll of a meeting between Weyr and Hold. "Got it?" Smile. "I'll start updating this pile here, while you do that." Neen never had to train anyone before. Her Wingseconds came fully trained, it was she who needed to be trained. New experiences are good things, right?

 

K'mra addresses Essa first, speaking in a more normal tone now that she's gained the greenrider's attention. "Yes, you. Well. Well met, and all that." The woman isn't forthcoming with details about herself; instead, she swings her attention back to Sk'lar for the moment, answering, "Oh, you know. Hot, dry." She specifies more, then, and says, "We're doing well enough. We've got another set of weyrlings right now, which I'm sure you've heard. My eldest son Impressed." And K'mra, the proud mother, tells everyone.

 

So, maybe Sky has a bit of a reputation of being... well... really good at annoying people. It is just his way to see what comes out after all of the pressure, and if that person is worthy of his respect. Well, apparently he has been satisfied this time, because a glimmer of a smile tickles at the edges of his lips. Coming to a decision, the weyrleader takes a step forward, approaching Aineen. He makes as if to settle a hand upon her shoulder as he murmurs. "You know, Aineen... you really have been doing a rather fantastic job lately, especially considering all of the duties I've assigned to you and your wing. I think that you'll do." Uh-huh. He turns his gaze back onto K'mra, blinking, "If that is the hatching that I'm thinking of, I managed to make it for a good portion of the beginning. Your son, you say? Which one would that be?"

 

Rh'nan nods.  "Alright."  The less information he needs to process at one time, the better.  As Neen explains, he nods along.  "Sounds simple enough."  At least it appears to be quick work, if boring.  "I'll get started on that."  He picks up the two scrolls she used as examples, setting them into different piles on yet /another/ table.  He grabs another scroll, skims it, and then places it next to the first trade record.  He's distracted by Sk'lar for a moment, pausing in interest.  What's this, now?

 

Essa sighs, looking a litte rejected as yet another person passes her by with little notice.  She turns back to her food, although upon hearing Sk'lar's praise of Aineen.  Cocking her head to one side, she leans over, inconspicuously of course, trying to get a better earful of what's going on.  She's craning her neck so far that two of the chair's leggs come off the ground a few inches.  She still makes like she's just sitting, eating a meal though.

 

Bronze rider in close proximity. Blink. The expression on Neen's face reads 'Yes?' as she turns her head slightly to look into the face that is Sk'lar's. "Thank you," she murmurs in a confused tone, left eyebrow arching. "Do? Do what?" Oh shards, he's not giving her more work, is he? Eyes shift towards Rh'nan, and she just nods. "Good." As Sk'lar's attention is momentarily distracted, she picks up another scroll and begins marking things off. Bronze riders, she'll never understand.

 

K'mra watches Sk'lar's interaction with Aineen with interest, quiet except to confirm, "Yes, Terym. T'eym, now. He ended up with a bronze named Vhuriseth." Ask K'mra about the rest of the weyrlings, and she'll mostly draw a blank, but this--this, she knows. And then she's silent again, watching.

 

"T'eym? Really? Ah, congratulations. I can only hope that Mikal will have the fortune to impress as well, although that being good or bad has yet to be determined." Sk'lar offers K'mra a grin and a nod at that news. But he is looking back to Neen, and nodding. "As in becoming my new WeyrSecond." Needless to say, he has been shopping for a new one for a couple of turns now, just barely managing to put up with Aida for the time being. "That is, if you are up for the promotion?"

 

 

Aineen stops mid-correction, to turn her head towards the Weyrleader, obviously incredulous. "Weyrsecond?" she asks, other eyebrow rising to meet her left. "You are serious?" This isn't some sort of mean trick he's playing on her because E'ur is her Wingsecond or something? "Of course, sir, I'd be up for it." Nodding slowly, Neen is apparently in shock. Tea is grabbed and sipped at before she simply inhales. "I'd be more than happy to be your Weyrsecond." Grin.

 

"Only fifteen more to go," K'mra jokes. And, obviously, exaggerates. Aineen's shot a slightly jealous look, but she recovers smoothly to offer, "Congratulations."

 

Leaning so far over, Essa is caught off balance little as the Weyrleader makes his offer of promotion of Aineen.  With a little "Woah!" she manages to catch herself, put all four legs of the chair on the ground and looks sheepish before bending far over her food, and continues eating as if nothing happened.  She looks up with a grin after swallowing the food in her mouth, "Congrats Aineen."

 

Three cheers for Aineen!  Rh'nan pauses in his work to grin at the newly-promoted Weyrsecond.  "Congratulations, Neen!  I always knew you were destined for greatness."  One has to say something appropriately corny at such a moment.  "Bet the folks at the Farm'll be proud of you."  He certainly is.  Still grinning, he resumes his organizing.

 

Sk'lar chuckles, clapping Aineen's shoulder. "Yes, I'm serious. Just as I was perfectly serious when I made Han there one of my WingSeconds. Oh, yes, I suppose this means that you two will be working a bit more closely together now, seeing as this means you'll have to join Starfire now." He blinks, glancing over at Essa, and chuckling, "And it seems as though your new wingmate is pleased with this too." He smirks at K'mra, bobbing his head to her and muttering, "Just fifteen?"

 

Essa looks even more sheepish as she finishes off her lunch and seemingly gets a mental message from her green.  With a roll of her eyes she states, "Well, since Ziryth cannot possibly stand any mud on her for more than a few minutes, I'm going to have to bathe her."  She stands and bows her head slightly to Sk'lar and then Aineen, "Weyrleader, Weyrsecond."  She is formal when she has to.  A little grin is shot in Rh'nan's direction before she heads out.

 

Macon wakes up from his nap.

 

"What, you offering to make it sixteen?" K'mra retorts, straight-faced.

 

Closer? Neen and Han? Uh-oh, a certain male proddy-greenrider will NOT be happy about this. Nodding sheepishly, Neen simply offers a, "Thank you," to Sk'lar before she blinks. "Join Starfire? That means I have to find a new Wingleader. I'll talk to the Wing about it." Awesome. More fun to sort out, but Neen is still amazed by this new revelation. Waggling a few fingers in Essa's direction, Neen just slumps in her seat and wears a smile as she sips her tea.

 

Rh'nan lifts a brow at Sk'lar's words.  "Join our wing?"  Certain people won't be happy about that.  Han isn't quite sure he's happy about it, himself.  "Well, it'll certainly be interesting," he comments, not sounding particularly enthusiastic.  Let's just hope Nate doesn't want to transfer wings, now.  He shakes his head to himself, skimming over another scroll before tossing it into a growing pile.

 

Sk'lar blinks in K'mra's direction, and then blinks again. "Hah, not unless your dragon gets a sex-change and goes proddy. Otherwise my weyrmate would eviscerate both you and me, and enjoy every bit of it." He's got a bloody weyrmate, who like strangling 'snakes and beating up on him. And please don't take the 'strangling snakes' comment as anything but. He casts a wave and a nod to Essa, "Don't stray too far. We've still got sweeps over the valley before nightfall." He blinks back over to Neen and then nods his head, "Yes, you'll have to. But you have a pair of WingSeconds that are... exceptional." Exceptional concerning what, even he has no clue. "And many others to consider as well. I'm sure you'll find a suitable replacement. And... I think there might be a knot somewhere in this mess for you to wear. Although, you'll have to find it first." Hah, two tasks for her already. Oh yeah, and he'll twitch at the idea of that greenrider joining his wing. Oh my.

 

Essa is on her way out as she hears Sk'lar call from behind her, she turns and nods her head, "No problem.  Ziryth will be happy with any excuse to show off her new straps and not get dirty from waddling in all this mud."  And with that, she heads on out.

 

Essa walks toward Northern Curve of the Bowl.

 

Aineen isn't about to play 'find-the-knot' at the table like a two-turn-old, so fortunately Tidus flies from his perch to the table, spilling only a few hides onto the floor. Finding the knot, he flies over towards his 'mate and drops it. "I always knew you things were good for something," she says with a smile towards the little bronze beast. "Yes, that I do. I think I'll ask Carid about it, she was wonderful." It's better than leaving pie-slinger E'ur in charge. As for the greenrider joining Starfire, she has slightly other plans for him, in the future, so she doubts it. Taking off her Wingleader knot, she takes up the Weyrsecond one and just smiles. "Thank you, again, sir. I'll do my best."

 

K'mra relaxes into a grin. "Tyranoth says he'll pass on that one. Don't worry--I'm just teasing." Mostly. "Sixteen would probably kill me before your weyrmate could." She listens to the discussion of further promotions intently; it's best to keep up with these things, regardless of Weyr.

 

Sk'lar flashes Aineen a wink, and then begins to edge away from the pile of work. "Carid, eh? Well, we'll see." Twitch. And a couple more steps away. "Good though. Glad to see you are aboard now. You just... take care of that mess right there and I'll be right back." Uh-huh. He flashes a wave to K'mra and calls out to her, "It is great to see you around. Come by more often. Please." Smile. Smirk. Escape.

 

Rh'nan frowns as Sk'lar tries to make a break for it.  "Hey, Sk'lar!"  He holds up one of the scrolls in an attempt to get the Weyrleader's attention.  "What do you want us to do with these when we're done?"

 

Aineen just shakes her head at Sk'lar. "Yes, we'll see. And.. sure." Great. Hidework. Awesome. Starting on the giant stack, she just shakes her head. Remind her why she said yes again? "Coming along well, Han?" she asks. Shards, she and Han are going to be spending most of their forthcoming days together.

 

"I'm sure I'll be by more frequently," K'mra replies without giving reasons why. "Stop by Igen, too, and escape from all your flooding." She hops down from her table and saunters towards the lower caverns, saying, "Glad I ran into you."

 

Sk'lar just keeps right on going, waving a vague hand to Han as he keeps on. He offers a bright smile, complete with that single dimple, a vague shrug of his shoulders, and off he patters into the wild, wet tunnels. *splush-splush*

                                                                          

Sk'lar goes home.

 

Rh'nan rolls his eyes.  "Thanks, Sk'lar," he mutters under his breath, shaking his head as his fellow bronzerider disappears.  "Good think he's so specific in his instructions," Han comments with a wry grin, "Otherwise we'd be completely lost."  He grabs up another scroll, nodding as he does so.  "Excellent.  This isn't as hard as it was before I knew what I was doing."  Won't Nate be jealous. Hah.

 

"Sk'lar is interesting in that front," Aineen says with a smirk, picking up yet another hide and marking it up. "Well, Han. This is going to be very interesting. We're going to be spending a lot of time together." And Nate is liable to be jealous. "I would avoid .. him until Miraeyeth flies." Good idea? Neen thinks so.

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Rh'nan blinks, raising both brows.  "He can't blame me, can he?"  At least not realistically.  He frowns at a scroll for a moment, before making a decision as to where to put it.  "But you don't have to worry about that.  I plan on avoiding him until and /while/ Miraeyath flies."  There's no chance he's getting caught in that same situation.

 

Aineen shakes her head and sighs. "I hope not. Well, as much as I'd love to stick around, I'd better go locate my former Wing. I'll be back," she says, eyeing the large stack of hides that await her return.