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Re: Let's Not and Say We Did (ATTN: Yiyu/Garatt)

Jessica Freise
 

"No no no," she swiftly shook her head. "We didn't. But..."

She glanced around, a little desperately, "Will people think we did?"

On Apr 7, 2020, at 3:59 PM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"That we-- oh!" Garatt was still drowsy and it took a minute before he blushed red. "We didn't-- I mean, we're still *dressed*." he said uncertainly, clutching his book like an alibi.

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 3:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Yes," she agreed decisively, though in her dark brown eyes lived uncertainty. Obviously, with clothes still on, they hadn't gotten up to much, but she still wondered if she'd done *something*.

Shifting carefully, she stretched, yawned. There was a mild headache behind her eyes that made thinking difficult.

"We can't be seen together," she decided finally. "They'll think we, you know...."

On Apr 7, 2020, at 8:58 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Garatt blinked at her for a moment and then looked around as though remembering something. A minute's search and he held up his own book, automatically trying to flatten out the pages where he had been lying on them. "We were reading?" he offered uncertainly. He could at least remember the party, and the vague feeling that people were being social in a way he couldn't keep up with so it was better to sneak away.

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 2:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Not in a bed," she pointed out, dark brows coming together so that worry lines furrowed her face. She did a quick mental inventory as well as physical. Despite all the evidence, they hadn't-

"We were at the party," she remembered. "I left the main part of it and got a book to read. People were doing....things...."

On Apr 7, 2020, at 8:41 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Ow," Garatt complained, and opened his eyes, sitting up confusedly.

"Why're you in my bed?" he asked with some indignation, rather hastily removing thumb from mouth and then sitting on his hand for good measure as though to deny it had ever been there. Despite all available evidence it had to be his bed, because where else would he be asleep?

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 2:36 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu got a good grasp on the situation after another two deep breaths. She poked the familiar-by-now-faced Candidate in the side, hoping to move him further off her.


"Excuse me," she tried quietly. Louder. Louder still.
On Apr 7, 2020, at 8:33 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Signs this had not in fact been anything particularly interesting included the fact that the body lying partially on top of her was both fully dressed and on top of the bedding. He was however fully asleep, face mashed into the pillows and thumb inserted into his mouth like a lost five turn old.

Garatt grunted as his mattress apparently took it into its head to start fidgeting and shifted his weight off her slightly. 

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 2:25 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
One eye opened.

Then two.

Yiyu looked around, brain fuzzy, thoughts slow. She stretched -- or tried to. It appear, upon further examination of her situation, that she was weighted down by another body.

Oh sweet Faranth.

She hadn't.

Had she?




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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





-- 

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





-- 

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





-- 

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Let's Not and Say We Did (ATTN: Yiyu/Garatt)

Laura Walker
 

"That we-- oh!" Garatt was still drowsy and it took a minute before he blushed red. "We didn't-- I mean, we're still *dressed*." he said uncertainly, clutching his book like an alibi.


On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 3:02 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Yes," she agreed decisively, though in her dark brown eyes lived uncertainty. Obviously, with clothes still on, they hadn't gotten up to much, but she still wondered if she'd done *something*.

Shifting carefully, she stretched, yawned. There was a mild headache behind her eyes that made thinking difficult.

"We can't be seen together," she decided finally. "They'll think we, you know...."

On Apr 7, 2020, at 8:58 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Garatt blinked at her for a moment and then looked around as though remembering something. A minute's search and he held up his own book, automatically trying to flatten out the pages where he had been lying on them. "We were reading?" he offered uncertainly. He could at least remember the party, and the vague feeling that people were being social in a way he couldn't keep up with so it was better to sneak away.

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 2:54 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
"Not in a bed," she pointed out, dark brows coming together so that worry lines furrowed her face. She did a quick mental inventory as well as physical. Despite all the evidence, they hadn't-

"We were at the party," she remembered. "I left the main part of it and got a book to read. People were doing....things...."

On Apr 7, 2020, at 8:41 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Ow," Garatt complained, and opened his eyes, sitting up confusedly.

"Why're you in my bed?" he asked with some indignation, rather hastily removing thumb from mouth and then sitting on his hand for good measure as though to deny it had ever been there. Despite all available evidence it had to be his bed, because where else would he be asleep?

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 2:36 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
Yiyu got a good grasp on the situation after another two deep breaths. She poked the familiar-by-now-faced Candidate in the side, hoping to move him further off her.


"Excuse me," she tried quietly. Louder. Louder still.
On Apr 7, 2020, at 8:33 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

Signs this had not in fact been anything particularly interesting included the fact that the body lying partially on top of her was both fully dressed and on top of the bedding. He was however fully asleep, face mashed into the pillows and thumb inserted into his mouth like a lost five turn old.

Garatt grunted as his mattress apparently took it into its head to start fidgeting and shifted his weight off her slightly. 

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 2:25 PM Jessica Freise <loriendarenya@...> wrote:
One eye opened.

Then two.

Yiyu looked around, brain fuzzy, thoughts slow. She stretched -- or tried to. It appear, upon further examination of her situation, that she was weighted down by another body.

Oh sweet Faranth.

She hadn't.

Had she?




-- 

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





-- 

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.





-- 

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

Ren
 

Alesyion's face burned scarlet and his eyes filled with insulted rage, but he was smart enough to remain silent in front of the Weyrwoman. She was quite wrong that he wanted the images for himself- he didn't even find girls attractive in the least! He tried to tamp down his anger so as to not get himself in any more trouble- the time would come when he could explain better, he was sure. THe nineteen Turn old kept his peace as he followed the Weyrwoman with the guard close behind him back down to the hall.


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

TrueTricia
 

N'bdy knew a dismissal when he heard one.  He bowed low to the WW before exiting...


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"So, do you have any aspirations for leading some day?" she asked. Most bronzers did to some extent.


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Kassia snatched the papers and looked them over before she narrowed her eyes further at the boy. "Candidate, don't give me that wherry shite. You drew these to keep for yourself. If you wanted to alert someone, you would have gone and alerted someone, not drawn it. You're only here because you got caught." She gestured at the guard. "Bring him. We're going down to see for ourselves."


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

Ren
 

Alesyion swallowed a bit and straightened. He had not done wrong, so he had nothing to fear. Yes. That was very sound logic. "I... drew the incident occurring in the hall, Weyrwoman. I drew it as proof of what was happening and who was involved to show either Candidatemaster Nayari or any other authority figure I found. He has my drawing." He nodded to the guard who had brought him in. The guard held out the paper for Kassia to take should she wish.


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Kassia turned to look at the boy that the guard had hauled in, eyes narrowed. "What do you know about this?"


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"Well, the company so far is something to stay for." I'des gave her a quick grin. "And the flits, too." 


On Tuesday, April 7, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
"I'd live nowhere else," Kassia said. "Well, I mean, even before I became Weyrwoman I didn't want to go anywhere else. Arolos gets into your bones and test you. You either sink here and leave quick, or you stay and learn to love it."



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Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

TrueTricia
 

N'bdy looked down at his feet before looking up and scrunching his face.  "Yes, WW.  I ran into a candidate leaving the Dining Hall, literally ran into her.  I was going to take her back to the Dining Hall when she warned me there was a party in there that was getting out of control, and from her description, that Greenrider Sarati might be there.  I came to you right away."  He left out the details.  It was enough that she could send someone with proper authority to shut it down.  He didn't need to get the Candidate in trouble or inform the WW that any Candidates had been drinking.  


Re: Yes, she's meant to be this size. Yes, we've been asked before. (Dytha/Ambrelli)

Nutmeg
 

Dytha shrugged it off with a sound that could only be described as "eh!". Closing her journal she moved back around the other side of Ponth. She could continue her measuring whilst talking and otherwise she'd forget and be annoyed at herself. "Not a huge surprise. What do you do with a weyrling class when the bronze probably won't be much bigger than the average blue or exceptionally small brown... foot please."

Ponty obeyed dutifully, clicking her talons as she did. For once she didn't have a garish colour painted on them as Dytha prodded the pad with a blunt reflex too.

Hah, that tickles!

The green snorted, muscles flexed as if she were resisting the urge to pull the appendage away. Dytha poked her head around the side of the green's shoulder. "So you've heard about it. That's a good start. So what about dragons from oh, say, two thousand turns ago?" The Oldtimers had certainly been unusual enough to believe that they had come from another time. Not to mention some of their weird knowledge. And what was it they had said they had? See-ance? Sky-ance? Something very baffling, that was for sure.

On Tue, Apr 7, 2020 at 8:38 PM TrueTricia <tricia.nicewicz@...> wrote:
Ambrelli nodded along.  "3 Turns for graduation?  That's quite an extension."  Ambrelli was still studying Ponth, comparing the little green with her larger sisters.  But she did turn to smile and Dytha.  "Well then, we're both back here after an extended absence.  Welcome back."

Ambrelli had of course heard of timing.  It would be impossible to live in a Weyr and not have ever heard of it.  But it was highly discouraged and thus the rumors about it were full of fantastical exaggerations.  And three Turns ago, she would have still been just feeling like she was getting close to normal after her time at Fort.  She hadn't paid or given the timing rumors much credence at the time.  

"I know it's possible, but rarely done for numerous reasons.  And I imagine when it is, those are the times we don't hear about it..."



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Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

"I'd live nowhere else," Kassia said. "Well, I mean, even before I became Weyrwoman I didn't want to go anywhere else. Arolos gets into your bones and test you. You either sink here and leave quick, or you stay and learn to love it."


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

The guard at the door recognized the other guard and let him by, but he had his hand on his knife now. Too much going on at once and that's when things tended to go wrong.

Kassia's head whipped around. "Wait, wait, wait. Slow down. One at a time." She pointed at the first rider to interrupt. "You first."


I Remember You! (Ran'omi, J'zat)

Steelsilver
 

J'zat surfaced with a sputter, finding his feet in the shallows- just in time for Meisteth to pass by and use his tail to knock his rider off his feet again.

((Oops.)) The blue broadcast, deliberately, to both his rider and Tetsuith's, eyes swirling mischeviously. 


On Tuesday, April 7, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
Ran'omi burst out laughing and shoved the bluerider into the water. "Go on! You're impossible, Zat, shards. Alright, alright, let's get my green clean."

{{Sui!}} he called to his dragon with a whistle. Tetsuith sighed and started back towards her himan with a groan.

{{I have to stop playing now? That's boring...}}



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Re: Bronze on Bronze (D'cul, I'des)

Steelsilver
 

I'des snorted, but shrugged, clambering up onto Sunstreath's neck. "Sunstreath might want to lead. I don't. Not really." He admitted, starting to scrub at the bronze hide. "Maybe it's immature, but... Yeah. Maybe someday a Wingsecond? That's it though." 


On Tuesday, April 7, 2020, Ren <wingedadrian@...> wrote:
"There are other golds," D'cul reminded him. "I don't blame you since Weyrleadership is a huge burden. Bronzeriding is hard enough to manage without also managing a whole Weyr. Wingleader would be just as good." D'cul started washing one of Sunstreath's legs while Seteieth moved to lay out on the sand with a sigh.



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Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

Steelsilver
 

"If the system works, I won't complain." I'des shrugged. "Sunstreath grumbles, but he'll get over it. And, well, there's bonuses I'm sure."


On Tuesday, April 7, 2020, sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:
Kassia nodded. "I know it's weird. But we do have some big blues and very talented blues and greens. Make sure to give them a chance before you judge. We've had reason to have to be move flexible down here and it works for us."



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Re: Yes, she's meant to be this size. Yes, we've been asked before. (Dytha/Ambrelli)

TrueTricia
 

Ambrelli nodded along.  "3 Turns for graduation?  That's quite an extension."  Ambrelli was still studying Ponth, comparing the little green with her larger sisters.  But she did turn to smile and Dytha.  "Well then, we're both back here after an extended absence.  Welcome back."

Ambrelli had of course heard of timing.  It would be impossible to live in a Weyr and not have ever heard of it.  But it was highly discouraged and thus the rumors about it were full of fantastical exaggerations.  And three Turns ago, she would have still been just feeling like she was getting close to normal after her time at Fort.  She hadn't paid or given the timing rumors much credence at the time.  

"I know it's possible, but rarely done for numerous reasons.  And I imagine when it is, those are the times we don't hear about it..."


Re: Lunch With A... Friend? (atten: Kassia)

sailyn2
 

Kassia nodded. "I know it's weird. But we do have some big blues and very talented blues and greens. Make sure to give them a chance before you judge. We've had reason to have to be move flexible down here and it works for us."


Re: Believe It or Not atten: T'lack/S'ryll

sailyn2
 

T'lack took it. "I'll catch up with you soon."

 

OOC: End. Another?


Re: Unintentionally Tattling (Attn: Kassia)

Ren
 

Of course Alesyion had heard of the party. Technically he'd been there just trying to eat his dinner. Right as he'd finished eating, Shalia and Sarati had started getting quite disturbingly intimate. Alesyion knew that he had to tell someone, someone ranking them, but he had no idea how. He saw the bronzerider and bluerider trying to help the girls cover up and had to admire that, but maybe something more. Whipping out his sketchpaper he always carried in a bag along with an ink stick, he did a very brief sketching of the girls mostly nude on the table and the men offering their shirts. It wasn't the best image he'd ever drawn as a sketch, but Alesyion tried to get defining characteristings of the girls. Satisfied, he very quickly left and went looking for someone he should tell. Candidatemaster Nayari, maybe?

Alesyion was walking briskly around a corner when he collided with a guard, sending his papers flying. "Oh! Sorry..."

"Hey, kid, watch where you're going." The guards tone was friendly enough and he even bent down to help pick up the dropped papers. He paused when he found the racy drawing, squinting at it before identifying Sarati and Shalia. "Hey, what's this then? Don't you know who this is?! This subject matter is highly inappropriate, kid, and you're in trouble now!" He ignored Alesyion's sputtering about going to tell someone as he hauled the teen to the Weyrwoman's office. He paused upon seeing the brownrider there with another Candidate but didn't let go of Alesyion's wrist or the sketch.

"Weyrwoman Kassia, I apologize for interrupting, but this Candidate has an inappropriate image of... a rider." His tone hinted at exactly who it was.

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