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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 6:11 pm
Twas the night after Turnover,
And all through the Weyr
There'd be drinking and dancing
and bottles to spare.
-said No One Ever
Dagner sat in an empty storage room in the lower caverns, lounging across a pair of crates. The crates bore a vinter's mark - one the young man knew all too well. A gift, of sorts, from his father. He ran his fingernails lightly against the wooden lid, impatiently tapping out a rhythm as he waited. He'd told Herryk, and a few others who he didn't really know; others who he'd hoped would spread the word.
Word about a par-tay, accent on the 'eeeeyyyy.
All work and no play would make any Candidate a dull boy or girl, after all. A meet and greet was in order, he felt, to get to know everyone. He just hoped it didn't get ratted out before it's time. Or worse, that someone woke his sister.
Not like anyone is likely to show up anyway, he thought sullenly, rolling to his feet.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:00 pm
Hanratty wasn't sure he wanted to go to a party, but he showed up anyways, because he had been invited and didn't really know what else to do with his night. Hanratty wasn't good at coming up with ideas for himself. That was tiring work.
Arriving in the storage room, he looked around. Either he was in the wrong place, or he was the first to get here ... if you didn't count the scrawny guy sitting on a couple of crates.
Bummer.
"What kind of party is this?" Hanratty asked, strolling over to the other young man. "There aren't any girls." He squinted at the stranger, on the off chance he was hiding girls in his pocket or something.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:38 pm
"Then what am I? Chopped herdbeast liver?" Piped up a voice from behind Hanratty as a Emora stepped into the room. She was a petite young woman with long rich blond hair that had been pinned away from her face to keep it out of her eyes while she worked. An answering trill as if to ask the same question as her owner came from within Emora's hair as what had appeared to be a gold necklace around her neck uncoiled revealing itself to be a gold firelizard tail as the firelizard it belonged too unnestled itself from her spot amidst her owners locks to take a seat on Emora's shoulder.
"Oh don't fuss Vanity I'm sure the silly boys meant nothing by it." Emora cooed to her flit scratching the fussy Queen's eyeridges and coaxing her to alight on her wrist as she shrugged out of her heavy riding jacket. It'd been a bit chill out working the beast pens and now in the warm air she was relieved to get the article of clothing off finally. Allowing Vanity to once more take alight on her shoulder and wrap her tail about Emora's neck the candidate in question tucked her riding gloves into her pocket and cocked her head questioningly at the two boys.
"So what's this about a party I've heard word about?" She asked with a wry grin.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 9:54 pm
At first he was excited at the newcomer. The first arrival. But at his question - Dagner tossed his hair glumly in response. "I dunno. I asked them. Well, I asked Herryk to ask them." Herryk, with his glorious man mane and brutish scars. He shifted forward and stood with an irritated sigh. Surely the girls would listen to him.
"I'm Dagner, by the way. Well met," he added, offering a limp-wristed hand.
Before he could really get into a good pout, however, another voice asserted itself. Another much more effeminate voice. Dagner arched one eyebrow, unable to hide a pleased smirk. "It's only just started, miss," he called, prodding the top of the crate with his toe. The lid slid back to reveal, buried in a nest of straw, bottles of wine.
"Just thought we'd all, oh, you know, get to know one another," he tittered gaily.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 10:21 pm
If he was an older man, or longer into his Journeyman status, Zofer might have done something about the impromptu party he'd caught wind of. His flit, Bosun, certainly disapproved once he learned that it was 'against the rules'. Zofer, to the benefit of the candidates currently meeting, was not. He was barely days into his candidacy and getting used to being on the bottom rung once again wasn't easy. A drink and some frivolity was exactly what he needed.
Bosun would keep quiet, but only because Zofer commanded it.
Heavy steps decended the stairs, not far behind a lovely head of blond hair. Zofer managed to catch the tail end of Dagner's introduction and grinned as his own raven mop entered the room. "I see at least one person down here I wouldn't mind 'getting to know' better." The open crate caught his eye and got a raised eyebrow as he nodded a greeting to the three gathered so far.
Bosun's eyes whirled a fast blue, with little flashes of orange streaking boldly across their surface. He rested on all fours on Zofer's shoulders, giving a look at each face in the room. He would know them, and what they were doing. Oh yes he would.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 10:41 pm
"Mmm do I spy with my little eye a few decent vintages a touch long in the tooth?" Emora asked arching a brow at Dagner and flashing him a bright grin. "As to getting to know each other~" And she shot the new boy a look who had come down the stairs behind her. His all too wary brown earning a chiding chirrup from Vanity. Oh Bosun most certainly wasn't going to remember Vanity's owner if the brown knew what was good for him. After all it wouldn't do to rile a pretty lady like herself.
"I do like to meet the men I plan on drinking under the table." Emora continued giving Zofer a jaunty confident little wink. "After all it's been a long day and I've worked hard. We all have and what better way to learn about our fellow candidates then over a glass of wine hmm? Unless of course you're scared." She teased with a chuckle lifting a hand to caress Vanity's shining golden head as the gold flit crooned nuzzling her owner's palm even as she preened and showed off to the crowd drawing a sigh and a headshake from her owner at her antics.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 8:27 am
The girls hadn't listened to him. They listened to him well enough up until the point where he'd mentioned that there was going to be a party and at point they'd merely waved him off. Keen on spending some one on one time with him, but when it came to getting down and dirty with some friends..
Bah.
Entering the area where a small crowd had gathered, Herryk gave Hanratty a broad, beaming smile before giving Dagner a Look, one that was mysteriously dark and hooded.
Clapping Hanratty on the shoulder with a broad hand, Herryk glanced about at the other partygoers. Well. He used the phrase 'party' quite lightly. Offering the female a toothy grin, Herryk's smile spread.
"If by decent vintages you mean booze, then aye, we've got some."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 5:52 pm
One girl.
Tons of guys.
Not great odds.
Happily, Herryk had shown up. Hanratty wasn't sure what to make of the limp-wristed guy -- Dagner? -- but he knew Herryk was a pretty good bro. Sometimes Herryk liked to go after some weird bedmates, but that left more for Hanratty, so it worked out pretty good. He returned Herryk's shoulder-slap with a bro-ly fistbump and turned his attention to the girl.
"I've got a firelizard too," he said, turning a winning smile on the girl. "He's a bronze."
So like, obviously, since she had a gold, they should hook up.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:28 pm
Vanity could consider herself on Bosun's List now too for that. Zofer just grinned. "Challenge accepted. Don't yell at me when I have to carry you back to your bunk though." He didn't approach to shake her hand or anything like that, instead he walked towards Dagner and reached into the crate, pulling out a bottle and looking it over. "Booze is booze in my book. Priceless vintage or not." He raised the bottle in salute to the people in the room. "If It'll get us drunk I'm in."
Zofer could see what the other boys were doing. It wasn't like they were trying to hide it. A handful of men and one pretty girl? Please. He could practically see the drool on their faces. Not that he himself wasn't disinterested, but letting his tongue hang out of his mouth wasn't Zofer's style. He lifted the neck of the bottle to the brown flit on his shoulder and smirked. "Do the honors Bosun?"
Bosun knew this game, he chirped and grabbed the bottle neck in his claws, lettong Zofer support the weight as he tilted his head sideways and bit deep into the exposed bit of cork. With a twist and a yank a delightful pop was heard and the smell of wine assaulted Zofer's nose. "Cheers mates!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:44 pm
Emora shrugged giving Herryk a smile and a light little chuckle at his words. "Well booze is booze. Hopefully a few other girls will show up, but I can't guarantee anything. I think a lot of them aren't quite as willing to get their skirt hems dirty in a off the path storeroom like I am. Hence why I wear trousers." She replied with a grin the mere thought of some of the more snobbish girls coming down to dredge with the boys and drink wine in a dusty storeroom was one that amused her. Of course as the lot of them looked her over Emora began to feel a wee bit like a piece of meat in a pen full of starving whers. This feeling only increased as one of the boys stepped up to her eyeing her firelizard with a look in his eyes that had Emora on edge. Not that she showed it of course. Gold's were worth more then just their shiny hides.
"A bronze? Really? You'll have to ask him to come visit though don't be too disappointed if Vanity isn't too friendly. She's a touch picky about her males. We both tend to have rather high standards." Emora joked giving the boy a playful nudge with her words before Zofer's comment got her attention drawing a snort of disbelief.
"You my good candidate won't be carrying me anywhere and even less to my bunk. Wouldn't want to break your innocence with the sight of me in my nightclothes now would I? Sides my bunk only sleeps one." She teased stepping up to Zofer with a slight sway to her hips as she flashed him a grin and then nicked the bottle of wine right out of from under his fingers before he could take the first sip.
"Ladies first~" She replied with a wink and tipped the win back taking a good hearty swig pulling back after a moment to lick the slight stain of the red vintage from her lips. "Mmm~ Definitely a keeper." Emora purred taking a seat on one of the nearby crates.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:22 am
Quindrife wasn’t exactly certain what the game plan for the evening held for her but whatever was in store would more than likely end up being a disappointment, snubbing the side of her nose with her left thumb the towering brute of a lass entered into the tucked away room where spirits were already flowing and candidates appeared to be at ease.
“Hoy,” the brunette greeted the occupants of the chamber in her falsetto gruff tone that rivaled that of most of the males in the room, she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic to see so many blokes but at least most of them where decent company. The amount of trouble they would all be in if they were caught would make for the most stern of lectures but with lack of eggs on the sand any repercussions taken wouldn’t be nearly as severe as it normally would. Stuffing a bandaged hand into the pocket of her trousers the muscular brunette strode further into the room, cold gray hues scanned the faces of the residents but honestly no one caught her attention except for the blonde girl with soft cloud blue eyes that was busy chumming it up with a set of boys, drawing her left hand up Quindrife gave a mirthful wave towards the other female while grinning broadly. “Say the word and I will make these boys sing soprano if they’re buggering ya too much.” A gruff chuckle escaped from the back of her throat, crossing her arms over her flat chest the long-haired wall of muscle winked in the general direction of the female candidate before thudding her back against the cut away stone wall as she carelessly leaned against it. She felt a touch smug at the moment but the sensation was an empty emotion, one that she knew would pass within a blink of the eye.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:51 pm
When the words party, free vintage and candidates had reached Mari's ears she donned her best come hither outfit. The tunic was a bit tight around her chest with a v neckline and held somewhat closed with a little bit of leather. Her skirts could be described as dozen and a half gauzy scarves sewed around a belt and clinging low on her hips and showing off long length of legs. A half a dozen cheap metal anklets ran around her ankles to draw more attention to them, in case they missed her finest feature. She then went to round up her siblings. Caelan would enjoy a good party and Skelly needed to get out more. The boy was going to end up a recluse.
Skelly really didn't want to be here. It was hard to say no to his siblings, but they were going to get caught and they would kick out and eaten by thread. Or something equally horrible. "It is against the rules," he muttered softly.
"He has a point," Caelan replied and sighed. "Really, did you have to wear that sis?"
"It a party, chill." Mari muttered and stepped into the store room. "So, I heard there is free booze?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:19 pm
Emora flashed the other girl a broad grin lifting a hand to give her a wave of welcome. "Nah don't worry bout me! Worse comes to worse I'll just break out my spurs. Don't really need them for the runners, but they do a sight good job of keeping the unpleasant sort off my back." She joked taking another swig of her bottle of wine just as a new girl stepped in passing Quindrife and asking about the booze.
Speaking of back alley skirts~ Emora thought with a snort of silent laughter at the girl's over the top sexualized outfit. Staring across the room at the other woman Emora suddenly felt a good deal better about herself. Sure she was a bit dust and dirt covered sitting here with her work clothes and a bottle of wine, but it was the fact she was dirt and dust covered that counted. She worked, she lived a hard dangerous life and she did what she need to do. That and the other girl was going to give her a much needed opportunity to get away from the males ravenous attentions. Hopefully they liked the easier target the painted up little paper flower proposed to the wild rose amongst the briars they currently had been dealing with.
Getting to her feet she slipped past Zofer to go lean against the wall with Quindrife. It'd be amusing to watch the new girls antics. Sides the boys wanted a girl and Emora was a woman. "Quite the show huh? Wow and with two little brothers too?" Emora murmured to Quindrife her tone going from pleasant to slightly shocked surprise as she spotted the two other candidates.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:22 pm
Chugging wine. How uncouth. Dagner frowned prettily but said nothing.
"Herryk." He acknowledged the other man with a slight nod. Even if he did call it booze. He grabbed a bottle of his own and fished in the straw for a corkscrew.
And that was when he noticed the girl with the gauzy skirt.
His eyebrows climbed into his hairline, and he gave the outfit the open mouthed stare it warranted. "Herryk, Herryk." He slunk over to the other man, trailing a finger along his broad shoulders as he circled him like a cat. "Aren't you going to introduce this lovely peach?" He purred. More quietly, he murmured, "By the First Shell, man, I don't know where you found this one, but I wholeheartedly approve."
He slapped him lightly on the bottom, grinning. Dagner took a dainty sip of the wine he still nursed, swirling before swallowing a bare mouthful.
"Wine?" He asked innocently, offering Mari the bottle. "I'm Dagner, it's nice to make your acquaintance."
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