7/2/2002

11:52 PM

Logfile from Taire.

 

 

Wind and Water's Haven Weyr

Despite the unwelcoming ledge, this weyr is beautiful by design.  Dug into the roof is a small hole that allows rainwater to trickle into a capturing pool, making cold, fresh water available except in times of draught from the rock-hewn 'basin' in the ground.  From the ledge and from the waterhole come drafts of gentle wind, and an elegant predecessor has seen fit to exploit this.  Smith-made 'bells' dangle from strong lines from the roof, gently ringing at zephyr's slightest touch.  A plain but comfortable mattress lies within a nook carved into the back wall, away from the often-chilly air and warmed by a friendly brazier.

You see Incorrigible, Doom, and Amnerith here.

N'cion and G'aela are here.

Obvious exits:

Ledge

 

Amnerith is sleeping fitfully in a corner, occasionally tapping claws on the floor.  The weyr appears to be empty of other living beings, except for the carpet on the bed.  The carpet wearing pants.  And that's breathing.  Oh, wait, that's Menace.  Okay, so maybe there's a wee bit of exaggeration there.  But he's definitely shirtless, and apparently drowsing off.

 

Taire brushes stocky fingers back through her hair as she enters, combing it back roughshod and away from her face. As she breaches into the main body of the weyr, she hesitates at the snoring. Okay, maybe not, but seeing as it concerns Menace, its snoring. Or maybe that's the dragon. Anyway, she takes another step before catching sight of the bed and hopping on the balls of her feet with a barely restrained squeal. The young woman hurries back a couple of paces to try to reach for Gabby, making hushing motions.

 

G'aela blinks around for the hairy greenrider, eyes squinting. "Where--?" At Taire's movement, G'aela "ohh"s and giggles softly toward the sleeping form that is N'cion. Curiously watching as she moves next to the other awake rider, she then makes a motion with her hands, that of throwing a bucket. But she'll wait to see if Taire has a better idea as she bites her lip to hold her silence.

 

A slowly whirling dragon eye opens, fixing on Taire and Gaby.  And, ever so slowly, it sliiiiides to Menace.  And then back.  And then winks.  Everybody's out to get Menace.  As for Menace, well...he's oblivious, hands propped behind his head.  At least he's pretty muscular, if someone furred.  And, well, gee, there's an entire basin of cool water in the weyr.  Along with the usual assortment of cups, buckets, dishes, and other sundry things that need water.

 

Taire can barely contain her enjoyment. Yes, folks. This is Menace's Wingsecond standing in his weyr about ready to dissolve into a fit of giggles. Teenager bustles up beside Gabby, throwing a hand over her mouth at the bucket pantomime. Oh, but what she wouldn't give to have some paint or something. Sure, she would just have to contain her doodling on his body to areas without hair. Ew. You know, its usually the hairy ones that have to deal with a receding hairline. With great exaggeration, the girl bobs her head and then proceeds to search the premises -and in areas where no right person would find water. Namely, his clothes press. What shall we find in there?

 

G'aela keeps her eyes on the green, so when she senses a flicker of movement from the green, she jumps a bit, almost reaching fingernails into Taire's arm before she realizes the green's intention; she grins at Amnnerith before skirting glances around the weyr, eyes widening at Taire's movements. She gasps a bit, rushing over to stop her, before a shelf captures her eye, and she pauses. Hmm... Wonder what Menace likes to read. Probably those saucy harper tales of love and nakedness. Things she could bring home and learn from.

 

The areas without hair pretty much encompass part of his face.  ... ... And the palms of his hands, too, but nobody has hair there.  Or on the soles of their feet.  Anyway...in the clothes press are...*gasp*...Clothes!  Large, plain tunics, and simple trousers.  You know, what Menace wears all the time.   No odd cross-dressing habits.  Though if some of them might smell a little ...perfumy.  Like Anki's perfume.  As for the shelves...well...there's a lot on dyeing.  And woodcraft.  And guardsmanship.  Kinda boring, really.  No tales of love and nakedness.  The closest thing that comes to that is probably some kidlet's book of heroic adventure stories.

 

Taire was just looking for naughty things to do to N'cion... or naughty things of N'cion's. Either thing will do for her. Her hand delves into the press only to draw back, a look of absolute horror on her face. "Sweet mother of..." But he trails off in her harsh whisper, slowly backing away from the press. She doesn't /even/ wanna know what that was. As she takes a step back, she gangs her hip into a stone counter, and there is the water. Ohhhh. Greenrider turns about to scoop up a rather healthy amount of water in a ceramic bowl. This'll do. And so, not waiting to see if Gabby is paying attention or not, the girl sweeps right up to the side of the young man's bed and proceeds to dump the water upon him, from scalp to thighs -well, unless he rolls out of the way. Bowl is immediately drawn around to be hidden at the small of her back. Dimpled innocence ensues.

 

"Bah," G'aela whispers as she runs her fingers along the books, pulling a few out only to glance at their titles before replacing them. Wide eyes turn toward Taire as she whispers, "Bugs?" Curious attention follows the plotting greenrider, a grin breaking over her face as she scurries over to hide half-behind Taire. "You're so gonna die... If he kills you, can I have that pretty blue blouse with the flowers...?" So caring.

 

Um.  Well.  There's an odd collection of whips and manacles--err, maybe not.  There is a pair of hand fasteners on a shelf, though--relics of his guard days.  Some sixth sense causes Menace to open his eyes--just in time to get freezing-cold water splashed all over him.  "SWEET FARANTH EATING BOVINE PATTIES!!!"  Along with some other things, slightly harsher than, say "geez!".  Barracks language at it's best.  "TaaaAIIIIIRRREE!!!!  What the--"  Expletive, expletive, expletive, apoplectic fit here. "--WAS THAT FOR??!!"  He wipes water off his face as he reaches for the adolescent, a murderous glare on his face.

 

Taire manages to hold her ground through all the blustering and bellowing and just plain Menace being Menace. Greenrider beams innocently onto her wingrider, the evidence of her 'evilness' clutched behind her back. "Hrm? Oh, N'cion. I'm thinking that you have yourself a leak... either that or your dreams are far more... uh, exciting than I need to know about." As he reaches for her, the girl takes one long step back, daring him deep in her eyes. Go ahead, buddy.

 

G'aela hardly stifles her laughter with Menace's reaction. "Purely evil," she murmurs as she searches for a towel. And she actually gets Taire's joke, which sends her into coughing laughter. "Yeah, and you were speaking of a 'Maribelle,' Menace, while sleeping. Anyone we should know about?" Eyelashes flutter. "Come on, you can tell your clutchsiblings!"

 

"You!  You!  You!!!!"  Menace is inarticulate with rage.  "I do not /leak/ ice-cold water over my torso while I'm sleeping." he says in an icily precise tone.  "Cold sweat only goes so far."  He covers the distance between him and Taire with one giant step, grabbing the girl by the shoulders and shaking.  Violently.  For emphasis.  "Never--" Shake "do" shake "that" shake "again" shake "do" shake "you" etc. "hear me?!!"  He turns his glare on Gaby.  "Quiet, you!  You're next!  And you!!!"  he rounds on a green who hastens to close her eyes and affect sleep.  "You're after Gaby!" Grr!

 

Taire is rattles around like a doll. Maybe it'll finally rattle some sense into her head. Then again, maybe not. That puckish grin remains in place, even as she is immediately doing what women have been doing for thousands of years. When grabbed by a man, what do you do? Come on, ladies! All together now: Knee to the groin! And that is exactly what she does, or is her intent at least.

 

G'aela actually meeps, eyes wide, at the shaking. "Watch your--meee? I behaved myself... mostly! It was an accident, assuredly!" Nevermind the rider's previous giggles. "Yikes!" Oooh. "You have to teach me how to do that, Taire... Bad greenrider!" That last was to Menace. "Unhand her, or... well, you will see what happens." Hand motions to his groin. "Shards, you two are sweethearts--like siblings you are." She sits on the edge of the bed. "I am awaiting the hair pulling now."

 

N'cion is just a leeeetle too distracted exchanging arguments with his dragon to be quite on his guard.  It's a plot, he swears.  Everyone is out to get him.  The main consequence of not paying quite enough attention to TAire is, naturally, getting kneed in the groin.  (Wasn't the main female action to scream high-pitched for help?)  Instead, he emits a strangled sort of groan, eyes bulging...and...slowly...sinks...to his knees.  And then pitches over sideways, curling up into a ball and muttering swear words under his breath.  "That...was...uncalled for.." he manages to gasp out.

 

Taire watches Menace slump to the floor with something of a smug look. "And that's grounding for a sevenday in which you will be rejoining the candidates so that you remember how exactly wingriders address their wingseconds along with all the assorted basics of weyr management, is that clear?" aka, chores. That, folks, is the sound of authority, or something very close too it. She takes a long step away from Menace and towards Gabby, making a point of keeping her front to the floored greenrider -would do for him to see that bowl.

 

"He used to be a guard?" G'aela murmurs to know one in particular as she curls her legs beneath her. "Shells, you would think he would be able to protect himself better..." She tsks and shakes her head. "Just... let him stay out of another weyrlinghood, please?" she comments as she pats a place beside her. "One cannot say visits with N'cion are not interesting. I would ask how you are, greenrider, but I believe I know the answer."

 

N'cion climbs painfully to his feet, grim determination replacing a grimace of pain.  "You, little missy, are going to be taught a lesson in manners towards your elders."  Never mind he's only a few years older.  Grabbing her by the arms, he drags her over towards the basin of water in the weyr.  "Tell me when you feel penitent." are his words...right as he shoves her head underneath the water and holds it there for a judicious amount of time.  "I was distracted, I'll have you know.  Shush.  And behave yourself, or else you'll end up like Taire."  He briefly lifts the head out of water.  "Well?"

 

Taire is looking rather proud of herself. Oh, if only Penta could see her now. Doesn't she look like a fine wingsecond?! That is until he is drug kicking and cursing towards the water. No. Not the water again... and then dunked. She comes back up sputtering, looking like a drowned whatever, and being quite imaginative with all the expletives coming from her mouth. Somewhere in there is a "Gabby! Help -*blub-blub*"

 

"Hey!" G'aela squeaks as she jumps up from the bed. "That is not nice!" Like a mother reprimanding her chuldren... "You shook her, N'cion! You should apologize, as well!" Hands fling toward Menace in a series of girly swats that are neverending--toward arms, face, back, whatever might be free. "Let her go before you kill her!"

 

"I guess not."  Menace sighs, pushing Taire's head underwater again.  "First rule of leadership:  You /earn/ respect from your subordinates, not fritter it away through childish pranks."  Dunk.  "Gack!  Stop that!  I'm not killing her!  I've done this before." Duck.  Cringe.  Feeble blocks with elbows and arms.  He'd do better if he wasn't trying to hold Taire underwater at the same time.  Finally, in disgust, he lets go of Taire and grabs Gaby's wrists.  "Stop that.  Or you can get acquainted with the bottom of the basin, too." 

 

Taire comes up sputtering once more, dripping water far more than she ever did to Menace. Great heaving breaths as hands clutch at the side of the basin, she steadies herself. Okay. She never thought she was going to do it, but the girl is seriously thinking of flinging Menace from his ledge. She wheels about, damp hair sending droplets of water spinning, before she spies Menace, grappling with Gabby. *gasp* "Leave Gabby alone!" And the girl launches herself towards Menace's back as if to cling to him and other such things.

 

"Face it, Menace. You will lose," comes the bluerider's voice, crisply, with a scowl as she fights against the greenrider's grasp. Knee rises in attempts, though she's hardly as successful at such things as Taire. So instead she'll try to ram herself against him. "Let me go, you... you... boy!" Oooh. "Cal's wanting to come in here and get you, so you might want to loosen your grip."

 

"It's times like these that I wish I were allowed to use lethal force."  Menace mutters.  "I'm just keeping her away from me." he grunts as Taire hits him, staggering.  A quick twist of the wrist, a carefully judged amount of arm-twisting, followed by a push sends Gaby bed-wards.  A soft landing place.  No ulterior motives.  Honest.  "Stay there!  Now get off my back, Taire!"  he growls, reaching over his shoulder to try and get a grip and throw Taire Gaby-wards.

 

Taire does her level best to cling to Menace's back, and she thinks she is doing a rather find job. Now, if she only had nails it would be even more fun. Is that even a glimmer of a smile there tickling at her lips? As Menace grabs her, the greenrider quite literally squeaks, fingers managing to imbed themselves in his lush coat of chest hair. So, if she gets thrown anywhere, like onto the bed with Gabby, he is coming with -or will have himself a bald spot on his chest.

 

G'aela whimpers at the twist before falling upon the bed. "Meanie. You need to curb your anger tendencies!" Nevermind the abuse they put him through. "Honestly. We come for an innocent visit, and we are assaulted. See if we come ba--Ooh..." She nearly cheers for the female greenrider as she bounces in her seat. "Get him, Taire!"

 

"/My/ anger tendencies?  You two need to curb your troublemaking proclivities!" Menace growls, grabbing a fistful of Taire-shirt and lifting.  "Hey, that tickles!" Menace yowls as Taire manages to entangle fingers in chest hair.  "Owww!"  he howls as he's dragged towards the bed by sheer momentum as he throws Taire.  He trips over something on the floor and lands face-first on top of the pair.  Face in a nice, warm, soft, cozy, and suffocating spot.  You two can sort out where hands, feet, face, that sort of thing are.

 

Taire hears something very close to a *rip* and then there is quite the breeze where no breeze should be, especially in Menace's weyr. She lands on the bed with an *oif* after sailing blissfully through the air with a handfull of chesthair, giggling. Yes, giggling! She is /so/ going to need to scrub tomorrow morning. And it is a moment later where the pressure of another is landing upon her. "Hot fardles!" she exclaims as she feels a hand in a place that hasn't had a hand in quite some time and... *giggle* "Uh, Gabby..." Gabby is still on the bed, right?

 

"But we must have /fun/!" G'aela insists to Menace's words before shrieking at the sight of a flying N'cion. "Watch... woah!" The bluerider's voice comes muffled to TAire's question. "Yes? Wassinmyface? Erm... Menace. Move your pelvis, please?" So technical, this one, before she realizes the location of her hand... and Menace's face. "I am stuck. I mean, my body, not... Sorry, Taire." Cough. Hand moves before she tries to wriggle free. "I cannot move."

 

Wiggle.  Wiggle.  Squeeze.  "Find your fun somewhere else!"  Menace mutters, face still muffled.  In a somewhat inconsistent fashion, considering where his hands and face are.  His hips twitch.  "Hold on, I can't move. I need some leverage." he mutters.  Grope.  Grope.  Squeeze.  He comes up for a breath of air.  "Shardit, Taire, don't do that--um."  He quickly snatches his hands back.  "Ah.  Err.  Uh..."  he's speechless, and turning red fast.  "It's not what it looked like!"

 

Taire is feeling things in places that have no right being there, /especially/ considering where she is at right now. Panic! "Menace?! I hope that sure as Thread that isn't your... your... your... well, your you know that just touched my... Oh, Gabby. I had no idea you were so soft there." She hopes that was Gabby. Greenrider squeaks once more as the groping begins. *giggle-giggle* And then she admits, "This is 'bout the most fun I've had in a long time."

 

"First he wanted to beat us up, and now he wishes to molest us!" G'aela's muffled voice aids a giggle from beneath the two. "Eep! Watch... what you are squeezing, N'cion." No doubt her face is flushed, and not just because of the lack of oxygen. "Interesting grip that boy has." Is her tone reprimanding, or impressed? No telling... She can't help but laugh a little at Taire's words. "We do need to get you out more... or in, or... wait. That... I did not mean it like /that/.. Nevermind..."

 

"It wasn't me!  It wasn't me!"  Menace yelps, scurrying to the other end of the bed, away from the pair.  "I didn't do it!  That wasn't me!"  He denies any and all allegations of improper conduct.  "I am not molesting you!  I wouldn't have done it if Taire hadn't grabbed me there!"  He coughs, face beet-red. "...I am not even going to /think/ about what you're saying." Menace adds primly, trying to ...get certain memories of views and feelings out of his mind.  Maybe he'll just go and dunk himself in the basin to clear his mind... "/I/ have an interesting grip?  You were the one shoving your face into my--"  Cough.

 

Taire giggles some more, fingers trying to tug down her ripped blouse. Her white ripped blouse, and she is soaking wet. Errr. Totally forgot about that point. "I'm thinking Menace isn't having quite as much fun with this as we are, Gabby." Wait! He is getting away. The still-dripping Taire launches up from where she is sprawled with amazing quickness, and right for Menace, only to... well, straddle him. "And just where do you think you are going? I still haven't properly punished you yet."

 

G'aela turns toward Menace, and, despite her blush, she smirks. "Oh, mmhmm. You are more uptight than I am... as in, tense, and such." She shakes her head quickly. "You are the one who made /there/ fall on me! Shards, I thought Anki would have taught you something... You needn't be afraid, greenrider. We do not bite. Well, not any way you wouldn't..." She shakes her head to stop her trail of words, sitting up and grinning after Taire. "Uh oh...  I would stay where you are, greenrider. Would be more interesting that way. Have you any wine?"

 

N'cion swallows.  Hard.  "Ack!  What in Faranth's name are you doing, Taire!"  he yelps, staring up at her. Nice view.  Very nice view.  Time to look at...um...the brazier.  No, not the brassier.  The brazier.  You know, a nice, safe spot to rest his eyes, that's not on white, ripped, wet blouse.  Which puts his head at a somewhat awkward angle.  Neck...cramping... "I..was...going to get you a shirt to wear..." He eyes his clothespress desperately.  "It's on the top shelf next to the entrance." he mutters to Gaby, temporizing an excuse to get at least /one/ of the two off the damn bed and away from him.

 

Taire likes looking at Menace from this place. Its... different, but also very disturbing. "You were going nowhere, 'rider. In fact, you are going to just sit right here 'til I say you can leave. And you know what, I might just keep you here for quite some time." Alas, Taire's nerves probably won't be able to last that long. So... Next time, she will snatch his chest hair bald. "/Two/ sevendays with the candidates, doing their chores... and, I'm going to tell Anki on you." With a heave, she pushes against his chest to roll over the bed to Gabby, "Can I come over to your weyr tonight?"

 

G'aela looks toward the garment, smiling. "Very nice shirt," she replies with a slow nod. Why would she want to get the shirt? It would take her away from the entertainment and the view. "I like your bed," she finally tells him after a few moments at looking at the clothes press. "Quite cooshy. And ooh... telling the weyrmate. Let me know how /that/ turns out." She stifles a giggle before turning to Taire. "Well, of course! But Calevath says you can only come if Sukie is there," she replies with a wink.

 

"You started it." Menace informs Taire.  "Second rule of leadership:  Don't squander your power on frivolous and petty revenge."  He mutters.  "An empty threat.  Anki knows I wouldn't do anything."  Still, his response rather lacks enthusiasm.  "/My/ bed.  And if I have my way, you're not going to be spending any time enjoying the 'cooshy-ness' of it.  Both of you.  Out of my weyr.  Before I throw you out.  And don't come back." he growls.  "Have fun at Gaby's weyr."  Mutter.  Grumble.  Idle cursing underneath his breath.

 

"Of course Sukie will be there. She'll want to use him to keep the wind off her side. She likes watching the heavens, but doesn't like all that breeze at times. She might even let him lay his head on her forefeet, if he doesn't drool," Taire replies jovially as she bounces off of Menace's wet and tousled bed. Durn, and they didn't get a chance to throw crockery around. And, she is completely ignoring  Menace. Aww, for all that rolling and ripping and wetness, they pair looks as though they might be leaving, together.

 

G'aela snickers at N'cion. "Boo hoo?" she replies as she stands. "You are so mean. I suppose this means we can take the sweets we brought to share." The bluerider grins toward Taire. "I will warn him on the drooling," she replies, "though I doubt it will be a problem." Fingers waggle toward Menace. "Goodbye, greenrider. Our wagons are waiting." She nods toward the awaiting bugle on the ledge.

 

"Out."  Those are Menace's oh-so-witty parting words.  In the meantime, he's going to take a nice, freezing cold...err..dunking.  And then give his dragon a nice, long berating.