~~*~~ 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.

Morning does not normally bring many people to Shenanigans, but then again: there are often a few regulars who settle at the tables and chairs now and again. While some may drink, not all them do. Amongst the regulars is the Weyrwoman, who happens to have a drink. She, at least, is being productive as she drinks. Paperwork is on the table before her as she sips at her drink. The occasional chatter coming from all over the room does cause her head to lift and she calls back some of her own commentary. Laughter follows before she's lifting the drink to her lips again. Overall, the atmosphere of Shenanigans is warm and welcoming to any who would join.

It's rare to see J'esh up early - he's more of a night owl. But here he is! Up bright and early! Or… judging by the bags under his eyes, maybe -still- up. He pauses right inside the door to allow his eyes to adjust, then heads over to the bar. No alcohol, just a juice, at least for now. Drink in hand, he turns to survey the crowd, or lack there of. His gaze rests briefly on Dtirae and he gives a respectful nod.

Dtirae's gaze is settling on J'esh as he enters, offering a cheerful smile and a wave. Before she's gesturing for the man to join her. "Hello J'esh. You're looking… Tired." Her grin is a little teasing before she lifts her drink again, taking a sip before settling the glass back onto the table. Grey eyes briefly retreat to settle on the paper, brows then draw into a frown before she finally lifts her pen and scratches something. She scribbles something in, then moves onto the next page.

J'esh returns the wave with his free hand, kind of. It's more of a brief flicker of fingers. "Probably look it because I am." He responds wryly before busying himself with a drink. When he's done, he continues. "The weyr didn't burn down while I was gone, at least. If rock could burn. You look well, Weyrwoman. How is golden Zuvaleyuth?" Though his eyes glance towards the paper, he doesn't bother to ask, probably assuming it's weyr leadership stuff.

"Up all night?" Dtirae questions, her gaze settling again on the man. A teasing little smile plays on her lips. "Found a pretty lady to spend your time with? But no, the Weyr is sturdy and is as well as ever. If someone manages to find a way to burn rock, however: I cannot promise their safety." No one threatens her Weyr. Her smile, however, remains pleasant and ever teasing. "I am well. Zuvaleyuth is doing quite wonderfully as well. She extends her greetings." Another glance to her papers before she's turning to the next one.

"More like Furgath found a pretty green." J'esh corrects, his tone a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "There was a bit of a storm so we decided to head home before it got worse." No mention of where, exactly, they were and he doesn't seem like he's going to give it. "I can just imagine your wrath and feel extremely luck to have not incurred it yet. Speaking of which, am I bothering you?" He nods to the papers. "I can shut up - say the word."

"Aah. Well, I hope he had fun. And how about you? You've not found yourself a pretty lady?" Her head tilts just a fraction, "unless you prefer men, then the question still stands, but with a handsome man." A nod follows his explanation and Dtirae chuckles softly. "It's hard to gain my wrath, but, then again: It might be easier than some think. You are in my good graces, however. And no, you're not bothering me." She turns another page, "I'm just going over some work that my ward did to make sure she did it correctly."

J'esh makes a dramatic sad face. "No special lady." He mourns, then laughs at his own goofing off. "Know any? I could use some introductions. Moving weyrs is hard enough without trying to fling yourself back into the dating world at the same time." His glass, now empty, is set down and he leans back against the bar. "And hopefully in your good graces I shall stay. I will make every effort."

"Woe, I'm sure the ladies are simply shy to approach." Dtirae's laughter joins his for a brief moment before she's considering. "Well, I do know one. I'll have to check with her and see if she's free. You are a good looking fellow, I really doubt it will be that hard for you to get back into it. Just be friendly, open, and let things happen? Though, some might need an extra push." The Weyrwoman hums pleasantly, turning the page of her papers but she pauses there to finish off her drink. "No effort required. Just stay as you are, be yourself."

"It would help if I stayed in one place, I suppose." J'esh says with consideration, then shrugs. "And I need to take Furgath out more. Ladies love the blues, you know." He informs her with complete seriousness before a brow raises. "Do I know this lady you know?" His gaze wanders the crowd as if she'd randomly stand up.

"Stay in Fort." Dtirae says with a simple conviction, as if the decision really can't be that /hard/. And, she smiles as she says this before chuckling. "Blues tend to be quite the charmers, one way or another." As for the lady, the Weyrwoman merely shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not. She's not here currently. She's doing important things."

J'esh nods quickly. "I plan to stay in Fort. Tired of moving around. It was fun ten turns ago, but…" He shrugs. "Things change." He turns so he can slide his glass closer to the bartender and fishes out some marks. "Well, my lady, let me know when I am to meet this friend of yours, hm?" He flashes Dtirae a bright grin. "For now, I am off to catch up on some sleep." He gives her a nod but doesn't stick around to hear her reply - how rude!

Dtirae gives a hum of acceptance, and smiles just a little wider. "Wonderful. Again, welcome to Fort." She turns her gaze back to her papers, nodding once he gives his indication to depart. She hesitates for a moment before looking up again, meaning to say something more but the man is already gone. She simply chuckles to herself and resumes her work, listening to the soft lull of conversation around her.

'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.