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.

It is a bitterly cold day ato Fort weyr, a blizzard raging outside. K'drozen has taken refruge from the storm sitting at the bar of Shenanigan's, it appears at this point drinking klah and not anything harder. The brown rider seems lost in though.

Another seeks refuge from the blizzard raging outside and it's none other than Th'ero himself as he walks through the double door's leading into Shenanigan's. Pausing there, he brushes his jacket free of snow or at least makes the attempt to get the worst of the stuff off. His boots are given the same treatment and then the Weyrleader is scanning the room with a heavy frown. Seems many have had the same idea as him to escape the weather and with a grimace, he heads to the bar to order his usual drink for such evenings: mulled and spiced wine for a bit of warmth in both senses. Glass in hand, he pays the bartender and then turns in his seat to survey the room again with his back against the bar's edge. It's then that his dark eyes settle on K'drozen, as fate would have it that the brownrider is not far from where Th'ero has chosen to settle. "Evening, K'drozen." he greets in a low, stiff tone. One he uses for everyone that he is not on familiar terms with. "Escaping the storm then too?"

K'drozen looks up from his contimplatoin and blinks several times as he hears his name being spoken, turning his head he look to Th'ero and says softly, "Good evening Sir." his tone one of suprise as being addressed by the weyrleader. He nods and says softly, "Yeah, waiting for the storm to break some before getting up out there to asses the damage.." he seems a bit nervous and unsure of himself speaking to Th'ero.

Th'ero quirks a brow in a slightly quizzical manner when he observes K'drozen's nervous and uncertain behavior. The Weyrleader assumes it to be related to duty, more so than any lingering awkwardness between the two of them. For all appearances, the bronzerider seems to be treating the brownrider respectfully enough. Lifting his glass, Th'ero takes a slow sip of the wine before lowering it again and holding it between his clasped fingers. "Let us both hope then that the damage is minimal," he replies reassuringly, "I expect as much. It's a blizzard, but not the worst this region has suffered through." Settling himself more comfortably into his seat, Th'ero's gaze lingers on K'drozen for a few moments in silence before he speaks up again, "You have been well then? Thunderbird Wing has been anything but idle of late."

K'drozen says softly, "It has been very busy of late. But other then that incident at Fort Sea hold I have been doing alightly." he glances over to Th'ero questioningly for a moment, some of his unease seeming to relax slighlty though he does turn back to look into his mug.

Th'ero's curiosity only grows by K'drozen's continued behavior, sensing some of the unease still lingering and in turn making the Weyrleader feel a touch awkward. Frowning, he tries to grasp at a possible reason but they elude him for the moment. He lifts his glass again to take a longer pull of the wine and he looks a little surprised by the brownrider's reply. Saying nothing at first, Th'ero swallows slowly and glances down as if distracted. "Fort Sea Hold incident? What occurred of late there that I am not aware of?" Between Gold Hill Hold and other pressing issues, it wouldn't be unlikely that the Weyrleader has had a momentary lapse of memory.

K'drozen looks ups up to Th'ero and says softly, "There was a sever storm down there a couple of months ago… Myself and several others went to assist. A couple of the weyrling came along to help with sand bagging…" he shakes his head, "When I was trying to rescue a few that got washed out, Rhyrith and I got hit with a monster wave… If Abigail haddn't been there…"

Something must jog Th'ero's memory, as the Weyrleader is relaxing again as some of the tension leaves his shoulders and posture. Leaning against the bar, he grimaces, "Ahh, yes. I did get that report from Wingleader Nishka. I was absorbed with other matters at the time, or I would have come to check in on both of you. It was fortunate then that Abigail was there, though were their no other of your Wingmates present?" he asks curiously, giving K'drozen another lingering sidelong glance as he sips away at his wine. "Suppose it doesn't matter now. Fort Sea Hold was no doubt grateful for your help and fate seemed to be on your side that day too. No injuries either, I presume?"

K'drozen says, "Just a few minor injuries to the gaurds at the hold was all.' he nods and says, "I guess it was on my side." he lifts and sips his klah. looking to Th'ero he says softly, "Sir … I did want to ask…about thing… Well between us….."

"The Guards?" Th'ero queries, already considering digging up the report now to go over the facts he seems to have overlooked. Silently cursing himself, the Weyrleader only smirks and inclines his head respectfully to K'drozen before his focus seems to drift elsewhere into the room. Distracted and lost in his thoughts, Th'ero is pulled back when the brownrider addresses him again. The hesitation in the other rider's tone has the bronzerider instantly tensing up, on edge and wary. More bad news? "Between us?" he asks in a puzzled tone. "I'm not sure I understand." Then it dawns on him, memories clicking into place and he exhales softly. Oh, right. That. "That was some time ago, K'drozen. I said my piece when you regained your rank and you've given me no cause to doubt your change in behavior."

K'drozen nods and says, "Perhap.." he closes his eyes, "but things like what I threated, don't go away easy. hell my wing mates have even shyed away from me since…." he shakes his headslowly.

Th'ero's frown grows heavier and he gives K'drozen a sharp look, searching and contemplative. Eventually his features relax but not by much. The Weyrleader snorts softly, finishing the last of his wine as he does. "No, a mark like that does hover above one's head for some time. As for the behavior of your Wingmates, that is not something that I can mend, unfortunately. If it's concerning, you best speak to Wingleader Nishka. Give them time though and they may come around yet. It takes time and a lot of effort to gain respect and trust."

K'drozen looks over to Th'ero and says, "I may never agree with the descisions that lead to that incident but I went to far in my statements." he shakes his head, "I do my work here that is about all I can do though.

Th'ero is perhaps not the best man to look to for sympathy, as the bronzerider has a reputation to be lacking in such emotion to anyone, save for a rare few. It's true that the Weyrleader is not one to be so open and now is no different, despite K'drozen's obvious discomfort and lingering upset over the past and the continued repercussions. "I'm not saying you ever have to agree. Not everyone will agree to the decisions made by my hand or as the Weyrleadership as a whole. That is your right," he states firmly, "However, holding on to the past as you are doing will do you no good, K'drozen. Let it go and perhaps you will find that you are not, in fact, as much an outsider as you think." Th'ero nods his head briskly then, "Only you can change your behavior. If you're seeking to be welcomed among your peers, then do something about it, rather than hide or brood. They could only be waiting for you to make the first move."

K'drozen shrug a bit at that and ays, "Perhaps you are right. But I am not hiding anymore." he glaces to the weyrleader and says, "And I have been getting out among them, well the newer crop at least." he shakes his head, "I just wanted to make sure we where good."

Th'ero 's eyes narrow as he regards K'drozen for another long moment, lips drawing back into a thin pressed line. Though he keeps his expression as neutral as possible, it's hard to say if the Weyrleader is displeased or annoyed. "You should be bonded entirely to your Wing," he states dryly. "As you must work as a cohesive unit and not at odds. Are you stating that you are finding it difficult to perform your duties with your current Wingmates and fellow Wingriders?" he asks and in a tone that seems to hint that it's best not to evade a direct answer. Th'ero snorts then and signals the bartender to refill the wineglass at his side. "K'drozen," he begins, pausing to give the brownrider a level look. "We've been "good" as you put it, since I gave you your Rank back. I've let the past be the past."

K'drozen looks to Th'ero and says, "I haven't had any problems with the wing duties sir…out side of duty" he shrugs.

Th'ero makes a low, guttural sound of understanding, though his gaze still remains sharp and unreadable on K'drozen. Eventually he will turn away, but only to pay the bartender again for the second glass of wine, which he now takes in hand and sips carefully. It's a long pause of silence, stretched almost uncomfortably so, before the bronzerdier speaks again, "I cannot help you there, K'drozen. The fault lies not entirely in them, but also in you. If you are seeking to be on equal terms with your fellow Wingriders outside of duty, then you must make the effort. And if you cannot broach it with them, then look to other Wingriders then." he says, a touch blunt with the truth but he sees no reason to sugar coat his words.

K'drozen nods an says, "I have been, actually spending some time with Abigail." he shrugs a bit, "Things will go as they go."

Th'ero snorts again and points with his one finger while the rest remain curled around the glass he holds, "See? Abigail is a fellow Thunderbird Wingrider. So what, then, remains the issue?" he asks dryly and to the point. Statement made, the Weyrleader regards K'drozen curiously while taking another slow pull of his drink.

K'drozen shakes his head, "I don't know really." he leans back and says softly, "But as you can see, I am out and about."

Th'ero only shakes his head and knocks back the rest of his wine before placing the glass back on the bar's surface. Grimacing a bit from the aftertaste, he sits up straight in his seat and rolls his shoulders slightly to ease the kink from the muscles in his back. "So I can see," he muses dryly, "Glad that all is well, then with your duties. Best of luck to you and hope the blizzard does not make too much work for you and your fellow Wingriders come the morning." Standing then, he begins to fasten his jacket and pull his gloves from the pocket. "If you'll excuse me, I need to be returning to my office. Clear skies!" he says in farewell, along with a polite incline of his head before he's turning on his heel and walking briskly towards the doors.

K'drozen nod and says softly, "Clear skies to you as well sir." he turns to watch Th'ero leave quietly.

'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.