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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:32 am
He thought of something nasty to say about what her her attention span and intelligence must be like if she couldn't sit through a play and needed to be told what was happening. He didn't say it not because he knew it wasn't true (though he did know it wasn't) but because they were getting on. He didn't want to ruin it.
"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that; wasn't paying much attention to what you were wearing back there," he said instead with a small shrug. "Suppose they must have some advantages other than distracting those of the femme-o-philic persuasion. I suppose your boyfriends will just have to be careful, or perhaps pack a snorkel." Yawing slightly Carltis closed his eyes against the bright sun. It was so hot here and so muggy that he felt tired seemingly all the time; it only seemed to get to a civilized temperature at night. Night was weird too though, the stars were all different. He felt like he might as well have moved to a different world.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:49 am
Other apprentices learned early on that the only way. For Rochelle to sit still for any length of time being unproductive, she either had to be an active participant in a conversation or working. When it came to her Craft, hours could be spent on one piece, blocking out everyone and everything. Had anything such as a play or epic reading have happened, chances rang high she'd not have been told just to keep her from turning the asker down, be it friend or lover.
"They're pointless if they can't involve holding things for me, boyfriends included. I always keep four or five at the ready just in case. A harem of men, full of adoration for me and my femme-o-phillic attractors. Multiple love, damnit, don't divide. A snorkel could come in handy, though," Rochelle yawned as well, the action triggered by Carltis. Ugh. Much too early to be yawning. "Think we'll have to get new wardrobes? You're awfully fond of being head to foot in black and I wear pants."
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 12:14 pm
Carltis sighed and opened his eyes again. "Well, new clothes at any rate. Tailors around here must be rubbing their hands together, well most of the crafters really. We've lost everything." Everything. He laughed bitterly. "Joke's on them; we've not got the marks to pay them!... I've seen natives around here wearing black, and trousers. Different styles than we're used to maybe but not so far off. I suppose we'll just have to adapt as best we can, once we have the money to be able to afford to do so." Maybe he could get in on some card games or something; he'd become a pretty good player at the Hall, and improved since through practice back at the Weyr. He could find something to lay down as a first wager and start to build up some capital.
"We'll manage," he said after a moment with a flash of teeth, "Show these tropical tits what Malvren's made of. If they think they can hold being refugees over our heads, they have another thing coming."
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