Who Kassala, Kezresan, Lu'ka
What Two dragonriders meet up to chat; the new healer does the eavesdropping thing with questions.
When Winter - Month 1 of Turn 2716
Where Shenanigan's Lounge, Fort Weyr


Fort Weyr - Shenanigan's Lounge
The natural walls of this cavern haven been completely covered and replaced by straight and sometimes curving walls of brickwork. There's method to the madness of covering stone with stone. It's as simple as the electric buzz in the room. New grade electric lights dot the fancy brick worked walls, with wires cleverly hidden behind, allowing more focus to be centered on the rest of the room rather than the numerous strings of wire needed to operate the lighting. Each bulb roosts in a bronzed metal flowering fixture, giving the room a rich atmosphere. Still, the walls are not the only place which has stone on stone appeal. The floor has been run smooth, the surface now slate rock, creating an imperial cast.

Beyond the actual foundations of the lounge, the luxury continues. High backed wooden chairs with padded white seats have been stationed all around the room. Between the individual chairs are benches fashioned out of the same rich wood with pillows made to flatter the cushions. There are low lying coffee tables or end tables near the individual chairs, while there's larger dinning room sized tables with chairs to match scattered as well, giving much variety to those who find themselves in the room. Decorative hangings and framed artwork has been neatly hung around the room, but to offset the meticulous method of the room, there's some pieces that give a sporty feeling to the room - such as a fishing rod or a snow shoe.

Of course, the final appeal of the room comes in the form of it's purpose; athletic competition. There are several games of darts lining the walls, various decks of dragon poker cards available, a large velvet lined pool table centered to one side of the lounge, a mat area surrounded by ropes, and an area that keeps track of all the runner races around the world via radio signal, giving constant updates on the status of the runners. Lastly, there's a bar here, small and built with brick as well. There's usually a bartender on duty willing to mix drinks during the evening hours.

Lu'ka is linger near the stage, talking with a couple of other Harpers. Each have mostly empty drinks in hand, Lu'ka's has one of those swirly loopy straws. Easier to let him play and drink at the same time. They are between songs right now, taking a break to stretch some legs as the crowd chatters and drink in a restless way. Everyone hiding from the artic wonderland outside.

Escaping from the artic wonderland is Kassala, who's done the run between her weyr and the living caverns, leaving her thick coat hanging by the fire for her return trip. Bundled still in a thick sweater and a pair of pants, the red head glances about, offering nods and waves to those that greet her as she makes her way towards the bar for a drink, "Something warm.. and alcoholic… whatever you can make." Spying Lu'ka, she circles, and comes up close to he and the other harpers, "Hey there."

Kezresan is here, seated at a table by himself with a mug of something on the table (half drunk) and a small pile of papers that he appears to be going through. He's dressed for the weather as well, a sweater donned and a scarf draped around his neck; jacket on the back of his chair. It's the movement of Kassala that draws his eye; a glance up for the rush of redhaired-queenrider to the Harper's stage, and brown eyes settle on the gathering with mild curiosity.

Lu'ka chuckles but gives his head a shake, replying to something in their conversation. He turns just a bit and head his head around to see the Weyrwoman sneaking up, drawing an easy grin from the WeyrHarper. "Evening weyrwoman." He uses his mug to gesture to his Grasshopper, also known as I'am "I was just telling I'am that we should round up R'hra nad head over to Triven's work cavern. Make use of those free vouchers we got as graduation gifts." He peers around the lounge curiously before focusing on Kass again "Where is Rio tonight anyway?"

Listening, Kassala chuckles quietly, "What sort of thing you all going to get, hmm?" She can only imagine. Turning to thank the bartender that brings over a nice hot mulled cider for her, she turns back to Lu'ka, "He's with the Weyrlingmaster, going through some training. With Xerosaeth checking out the hatching sands, it's only a matter of time before the next batch of weyrlings are here." A wry smile touches her lips before she lifts the mug to take a careful sip of the warm liquid within.

Is Kez close enough to actually hear them? Sure, why not. So he can at least eavesdrop, even if his eyes drop back to his papers and his hand back to his mug. It's the comment on the Hatching Sands that earns another glance, one that is distinctly curious as brown eyes pass between harper and weyrwoman.

Lu'ka swirls the dregs of his mug and drains the last, signaling the bar for another then looks back to Kassala with a uncertain lift of his shoulders "Not exactly sure on the finished image yet. But I've a few ideas, and Triven is very skilled at working up sketches from ideas you give him." Lu'ka nods , taking the few steps to get a fresh mug and hand off the empty before returning back to the edge of the raised stage. Spotting an unfamilar face, he gives the man a nod on his way. "So do you think Wiliyeth with let R'hra come out and play? He can come with one of us if Wiliyeth doesn't wanna leave." He pretends to nearly pout, giving her the huge eye treatment that I'am was so fond of. Maybe he picked up a little something from the Grasshopper over the turns.

"Perhaps I should go and get one.." Whaaaat? The Weyrwoman with a tattoo? Kassala's been considering it! "I've heard about him. Seen his work, of course." That said, she begins to laugh quietly, shaking her head, "I doubt it. AT least not just yet. He wants to make sure they got everything down pat. I think he kept saying how it's all different - learning when you all were weyrlings, and then having to be the teacher." As Lu'la looks to Kez, she offers the young man a polite smile and nod.

"Make sure he's thorough about sterilizing the area and his tools," offers Kezresan, along with a chin-jut-head-bob of return greeting to Lu'ka's nod. "You do not want to end up with a skin or blood infection." Papers to the table, he straightens just a touch more in his chair as he lifts his mug. It hovers at his mouth before he drops it and offers, "Weyrwoman. Bronzerider," in greeting to the chatting pair.

Lu'ka nearly chokes on his drink when Kassala mentions getting a tattoo as well. Dragging a hand over his mouth and chin from any ale he tried to drown himself with, the Journeyman shakes his head "And how many sketches has Rio come up with since you mentioned that?" The man's mention of infections gets a frown "Triven does good work, and clean gear. I've not had any problems with the work he's done on me before. So far at least." With that, he lifts the mug in greeting before tipping it back.

Kassala nods to Kez's comment, "Of course. Trust me, it's one thing I would check before ever going under the needle." She might not be a Healer like he, but she's had the training. The grin reappears at Lu'ka's question, "Quite a few ideas, yes. I haven't figured out what I want exactly though."

"There is no need to get defensive of your friend," offers Kezresan. "I am simply offering advice. I've never met the guy." A shrug and finally, that mug makes it high enough to allow him to get a mouthful of the contents. "If I may ask," and he will even if permission is not granted, "What made you decide to get a tattoo?" It is likely a question posed to both of them, as his gaze flashes from Kassala to Lu'ka and back again.

Lu'ka lowers the mug, chuckling with an amused nod "Well, I'll look forward to seeing what you two comee up with. Or three rather if you let Triven offer some sketch pad ideas." He turns to the Apprentices and nods to some question and they head off to grab a bite before their playing resumes. An easy going shake of his head to the seated man "Nah. Not being defensive. Just letting my experiance with him and his work guide me decisions." Considering the man's question he finally gestures vaguely with his free hand "No reason not to. As long as you don't get something humiliating where everywhere can see it."

Kassala doesn't comment, but then considers the question put forth to her. "For some, the tattoo means something. For others, they seem to just like how they look. It's like.. a permanent accessory?" At least, that seems to be what she's noted. "I'm still considering it myself. If I am going to put something on my skin that won't come off, I want it to mean something deep to me."

Kezresan offers a subtle cant of his head in acknowledgement for the harper's experience with the tattoo artist, though it is the question he posed, and the answers received, that earns most of his attention. Whatever he may think of Lu'ka's answer is not verbally expressed, but there's an eyebrow lifted in speculation. Kassala's response earns a brief, focused look before he merely says, "Thank you," to both of them. A final tip of his mug, all the way up for the final swallow, and then a push up from the table. "Enjoy your evening," is offered as he gathers his papers and turns for the door.

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