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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 6:52 am
[ This RP is open to anyone! It is set in the High Reaches Hostel, an inn/tavern/lodging house near the edge of the Weyrbowl. It is around sunset on the same day as the flight took place. ]
He had actually awoken a couple of hours ago but as he had awoken with a very handsome weaver journeyman he hadn't felt compelled to leave right away, proper thanks had to be given for rescuing him from the corridor he had been stumbling along after all. After that the crafter - who said his name was Carmis - had fetched water from the baths for him to wash.
Once clean and shaved C'tis had dressed. Fang had fetched him fresh white hose from his weyr and thanks to Carmis - who was apparently very pleased to have shagged the first ever blue riding winner of a gold flight and a first senior flight at that - he had a sky blue doublet to put on that nearly matched Malcarreth's hide. As it was Carmis' and Carmis was slimmer than he was it was a little close fitting but the effect was flattering and C'tis was pleased with it when he glanced at himself through Fang's eyes. All that remained was to put on his belt and boots and to give Carmis a last kiss. With those tasks completed - the latter with much enjoyment - C'tis headed out of the journeyman's room, out of the Weyr, and across the Weyrbowl towards the High Reaches Hostel.
When he arrived the sun was just beginning to sink in the sky; C'tis pushed the door open with a grin as bright as setting Rukbat plastered across his usually scowling features. His good mood was apparently infectious for even infamously vicious Fang, who was perched on his shoulders, was blue-eyed and relaxed.
"Evening chaps," C'tis offered as he sauntered up to the bar, feeling almost as though he was still flying high in the sky, and plonked some marks down on the wooden surface. "Drinks all round please Grisson so that we may toast to our new Weyrmistress and Evmeth's good health, and a successful clutch to come."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 7:01 am
“You!”
L’ris didn’t sound overly happy. On the one claw, sure, he’d won, he’d done what no blue had ever done… and on the other, he was a sharding idiot who’d put the whole Weyr in jeopardy. If she could hold Pennath back, he could sharding well hold Malcarreth. If Evmeth didn’t produce eggs - well, their numbers weren’t good to begin with, and she could see disaster on the horizon, who even knew if blues were fertile or if it would be like the last pitiful clutch all over again or worse?
“You’re a fardel-bound idiot and I should hit you” she growled, clapping a hand on his shoulder from behind. The big rider had the beginnings of a black eye, and someone had thoughtfully splinted two of her fingers on one hand. Her tone - and face - held for a moment, before she grinned, because well, you couldn’t not. “How the shaff did you swing that, you daft b*****d?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 7:24 am
"Me!" C'tis replied with unabashed glee, turning his sunny grin onto his best frenemy. "And you! You look shaffing terrible, who did you happen to and what do they look like?" Yes he was high on life, success, and a really good shag and he did not care at all or intend to have his mood brought down.
"And I didn't swing anything," he continued, "Malcarreth just persuaded Evmeth that he was the dragon for her, and a queen in flight does as she wills! Now, what are you drinking? A nice cup of Benden red perhaps, or a brandy even? I'm shaffing starving too, I hope Grisson's got something on the spit tonight."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:42 pm
“Brandy, if you’re buying it!” L’ris said - never one to turn down a free drink - releasing the blue rider. She intended to get good and drunk, and let the politicians sort out the rest. It wouldn’t be too long until the campaigning started, and that was when the scrapping really started. “I broke my hand on some bronzie’s face, was a little strike team sent to see if they could nab O’ail”
She grinned unpleasantly.
“They couldn’t"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:36 pm
C'tis returned the unpleasant grin and added a short laugh to boot. "Nice. And yes, I'm buying, not every day something like this comes along," or century, or Pass, or any other timescale you cared to name! "so I fully intend to cele...." C'tis trailed off, blinked, and then laughed again, his grin growing bigger than ever; "-brate," he concluded, passing a small cup of brandy to L'ris and taking one for himself too. "To the future then, and a healthy clutch," he toasted to the big woman, positively radiating glee. Oh tomorrow was going to be fun! "For your punching deserving faces I'll buy for you all night," he added once he'd taken a sip of his drink because why not? He was about to come into quite a lot of unexpected money, he'd only made the bet because some of his wingmates had been betting on their bronzes.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 1:41 pm
Oh shells. Z'fer rolled his eyes dramatically the moment C'tis walked in the door. Of course. Of all the shaffing blueriders in the weyr it had to be C'tis that had won Evmeth's flight. He wasn't sure what to make of the pairing itself. Or how he felt about the potential clutch that could come of it. It wasn't going to stop him from getting in thick on the betting that was sure to take place. The payouts would be outrageous. Already gossip was heated and as C'tis loudly called for a free round Z'fer definitely noticed that he offered a toast to a successful clutch. Not a large clutch, or a healthy clutch, a successful clutch. How one read that was up to them. Z'fer saw it as C'tis recognizing the possibility that there would be no clutch at all.
He wasn't about to turn down free liquor though especially as betting on his own brown hadn't payed out like he'd expected. Z'fer waited just long enough to collect a fresh glass before pressing his way through the crowd towards C'tis and L'ris. "You and that dragon of yours cost me a fair amount of marks I'll have you know!" Z'fer growled even as tipped his glass in a toast to C'tis and grinned. "To the ballsiest son-of-a-wher in High Reaches!"
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