'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.

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's been a mad scramble for Edani and Ezra but they've been to the bakers, they've been down to Fort Hold, they've been to see Inyri's boss at the Gemstone and now here they are, waiting beside the biggest table in the place, smack-dab in the middle of the room. It's set with a festive yellow tablecloth, bright teal napkins, china plates, silver wear, stem wear and a crystal vase with a myriad of flowers of all shades of colors spilling from it. In the center of the table sits a large layer cake, frosted in pink icing so smooth it looks like silk, glittering with the coarse sugar the bakers have sprinkled atop that sparkles in the overhead lights. Several smaller tables surrounding the large one are set to match, so it looks like they are expecting quite a crowd. Something smells delicious - scents wafting in from the back - a mighty special something is cooking for someone's swanky party.

And when Inyri walks in, it's to report to work — she's got a firelizard on each shoulder and a canine on a leash, perhaps, but that's how she goes to work most evenings anyway. But she's not dressed for a party, so much; a sort of dark turquoise three-quarter-length-sleeved dress that goes nearly down to her ankles, with her black apron over it, is pretty standard work fare except for how normally she's wearing pants. Her entrance is abbreviated, though; as soon as she makes it all the way into the club and gets a read on the room, she stops dead. Durahiko doesn't, and keeps pulling on her, but Inyri? Just stares for a minute. "Wow," she breathes, after that minute passes.

Ezra is standing beside Edani, fidgeting and looking both nervous and terrified, clutching a smaller bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a wrapped package in the other. Zoi is tied to the bar, eagerly chowing down on a bone, while another one rests on a plate on top - presumably for Inyri's canine. Ezra has even tried to fix his hair, but it keeps falling into his face so he needs to shake his head to get it away. His black, turquoise and copper (and pink, now!) jacket has been draped over the back of a chair, and he is actually dressed in nice clothes for the occasion. "Do you think she'll like it?" he hisses. And then Inyri is walking in, and Ezra hollers, "HAPPY TURNDAY, INYRI!" Hopefully other folks chime in with him.

Edani is there, dressed in a shirt of midnight blue, the sisal threads give the fabric a muted gleam, black trous pressed crisply, hair that had been neatly combed has become finger-raked at some point. His dark gaze is fixed on the door waiting for that first glimpse of Inyri's face when she sees the extravagance and he's not disappointed. While Ezra's shouting happy turnday, though his mouth opens to join in, he immediately closes it to swallow hard. He's pretty choked up between that boyish and oh-so-normal enthusiasm of Ezra's and the expression on Inyri's face, thus has to turn his back to them for a moment. When he turns around, there's a bit of a sheen to his eyes, but he's smiling. "Happy turnday," he murmurs past the bittersweet with a smile that won't quit.

It's the shouting that gets Kazulen's attention, more than anything else. Well done, Ezra! He's not far off — and not dressed for a party, although he's also not dressed to show he's on-duty — and so he shows up promptly enough after Inyri does, poking his head in to see if the party is one he'll be able to get away with crashing, and — oh. OH. It's /her/. Figures, doesn't it? He hesitates for a moment, debating whether he's going to have to apologize for his last conversation with her, or come up with some sort of gift, or — there's a canine nosing at him, now, so that's safe to say his escape's been blown. "Happy turnday," he tries, with a broad and disarming grin. That'll work, right?

Zapallie is a late arrival to a party she didn't know she was going to. Another day where *gasp* she's not dressed as a man. Worse, she's wearing something besides black or brown. Her shirt is — I can't even say it, it's horrible — it's green. A nice, cheerful green. It doesn't look like it was hers, it looks like it was culled from somebody else's wardrobe, somebody who definitely enjoys looking girly. Oh dear. Upon stepping into the bar she looks around and.. wow. She shakes her head violently and heads THATAWAY to the bar, determined now more than before to crawl deeply into a cup and drown there.

Did /anyone/ know they were going to this party, except for Ezra and Edani? Well, Inyri certainly didn't, but that doesn't seem to be phasing her in a negative way. In fact, she's almost laughing. "You guys," she tells them, and that might even include Kazulen, since he looks like he's actively participating, "are amazing." She spots Zee, but only quickly glances at her — it's acknowledgement that isn't mocking her clothes, instead of making a fuss of her presence. Inyri has a strange taste in people, and has no problem with the acerbic girl's presence at her party. "And so is this room — and cake! That is one /impressive/ cake." Durahiko, now that he's done annoying Kazulen, has managed to get his leash out of Inyri's hand so he can go annoy Zoi, and maybe get at that other bone. Or the one she's chewing! He could try to steal that one!

Great. Ezra /was/ the only one shouting, and when he's done he's promptly blushing like a fool and ducking his head down as he shuffles forward to thrust the small bouquet and the hastily wrapped gift at her. HERE. There are a few other presents on another table, too, another one showing the same boyish lack of care in the wrapping. Oh, and if Zapallie is observant enough, she might catch sight of Ezra's jacket draped over the back of a chair. It's been expanded with strips of bright, bright pink fabric along all the seams. Thanks a /lot/. Over by the bar, Zoi growls at Durahiko when he tries to take her bone, but the barkeep tosses down the bone from the counter for the other puppy. "It was Edani's idea," the boy says quietly, staring at his shoes. "Turndays should be special, so we thought…you should have a special one…" Head down, he brushes a hand against his face and then turns his back on Inyri, trying to hurry back to Edani's side.

See - Khyonai had no idea what exactly he was going to step into. Shenanigans is potentially more at home for him than his own bunk in the barracks - considering the amounts of guard activity that occurs within, in both on- and off-duty arenas. But there are several individuals that he's passing familiar with cheering - obviously not at /him/, but it does give him pause enough to consider the topic of all this commotion. "Happy— turnday?" is his almost-question to Inyri, hovering along the edge… only to stick his foot out where Zapallie may trip over it, if sh'es not careful enough.

Actually celebrating the turnday of someone he cares about after so long not even marking his own is leaving Edani a little giddy and a lot dazed. He plays the host, motioning people he doesn't even know to come and join them when Inyri responds like they're more than complete strangers. Oh yeah, they'd managed to snag a few people to invite in their mad last-minute dash of party planning. Though they haven't met formally, Kazulen gets a nod, Khyonai is given a, "Hey man." Zapallie's arrival, caught out of the corner of his eye has him tensing, his facial expression unreadable as he turns his attention back where it should be. He leans down and mutters something into Ezra's ear, his eyes shifting to the special chair reserved for Inyri, his hands deftly forming the boy's right arm to a crook while he nods to the girl. Go get em tiger!

Abigail had caught word of some party going on, though it was well a bit last minute for her as she isn't all that up with the word of mouth dealing with such things just yet it seems. Clothing wise she has on a light blue long lsleeved blouse, pants are pale brown and well her boots. Her hair is left free about her shoulders and she has a package tucked under her arm. She at least went and found a gift to bring!

If only Inyri had known about Edani's turnday, she probably would've made a fuss in return! And it's not like just about perfect strangers bother Inyri; she's the type to like anyone until proven otherwise. Ezra, though, has most of her attention — she's grinning nearly ear to ear at him as she takes the flowers and the package with aplomb. "You're a darling," she tells him. "Let me find a good place to put these — a vase, probably, and should I open this now? Oh," Khyonai's question makes it to her ears, "Yes. Nineteen," in case he was curious.

Zapallie is a saint amoung jerks, right? Right. Alas, even saints fall! Especially when somebody trips them. Zap goes down, sprawled on the floor. That had to hurt. But she does…well, something rather strange. She pulls her knees in to her chest and then pushes up with her arms to roll onto her feet and stand up. She looks sideways at Khyonai, inhales deeply, and then turns her face away and…keeps going. Bar! And if she gets there without somebody diving in her way and telling her to get out, she'll sit down there and tell the bartender to find her the strongest thing he has.

Ezra peers up at Edani for a moment, and then he blushes - but he also grins widely - and hastens back towards Idani. And he very awkwardly half bows, and even more awkwardly offers her his arm, by…kind of elbowing her with it. "You have a chair. And those can go in the big vase with the others. I picked out the best ones for you. And you can open it now if you want," he rambles, cheeks coloring a little bit. "Are you surprised?" He is ignoring Zapallie. Even though it's taking all his tiny willpower to do so. This is /Inyri's/ day, and turndays are very, very special things.

"… Dude," Kazulen — aka, 'the other youngish-male-guard with a seven-letter name starting with K' — mutters, staring blankly at Khyonai, eyebrows wrinkled in a look that says 'what are you /on/ about?' "That's not appropriate for a Turnday," he continues, grumbling quietly. Let Inyri be distracted by her jailbait, and he'll clean his guardhouse. So to speak.

"Hey," Khyonai acknowledges Edani; "Is this your fault?" He has an eye for it, of course, and an amused - and a bit appraising, in a good way - look about his face. "Nineteen. My most fondest felicitations for your natality festivities," he offers Inyri, a dry belling tone to his voice, amusement behind his dark eyes. Did someone just fall next to him? He only glances once askance at the entire scene Zapallie just conducted. Is that a SMIRK? He clubs Kazulen in kindred spirit, one large hand falling to clout him about the shoulder companionably.

When Zapallie trips, although he missed just how that happened, Edani catches it out of the corner of his eye and half starts to help her up. She goes fetal and he just sort of blinks when she doesn't lash out. For a few ticks her progress to the bar is watched with eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion before he deliberately turn to watch the proud Ezra escorting Inyri to the table. He does smile at Abigail, giving her a little wave, "Glad you made it," he says before acknowledging Khyonai’s question with a dip of his head to Ezra. "Both of us are," he admits and then steps over to help Ezra pull the chair out for Inyri.

Abigail catches sight of the other gifts and adds her's to the few there before humming to herself as she glances around. Well perhaps she hsould mingle? I tis a party after all! She catches sight of Edani and offers him a smile and waves back. "Well I'm glad I could. Don't know how long I'll be able to stay but I wanted at least stop by." She soon catches sight of Inyri and gives her a warm smile. "Happy turnday!" She offers with a friendly tone.

After sitting, Inyri lets herself glance over to Zapallie and query, "Zee, are you —" and then forcibly cut herself off, realizing the girl doesn't actually want attention paid to her. She's letting Kazulen take care of Khyonai's discipline or lack thereof; her focus is more on Edani and Ezra, still. "Thanks for the seat. The party. Everything — hi!" Abigail gets a grin, before Inyri moves to open Ezra's gift.

Ezra fidgets when Inyri begins to open his present, constantly casting glances at Edani. For support? Help? Approval? All of the above? He is uncertain in all of this after all. His hand reaches out towards the older boy, but he seems to change his mind and lets it fall again, and shove into his pocket. Holding hands is for kids.

"Ow," grumbles Kazulen, elbowing Khy back. Then, of course, he's busy trading a series of glances with eyebrow-language meant to ask if the other guard has anything on-hand that makes for a suitable Turnday gift.

Khyonai isn't acting undisciplined; rather, he's enacting his role as Karma's personal bitch. Or son of, at least. C'mon, /one person/ here that thinks Zee didn't deserve that … is lying if it isn't Zee herself. He leaves one hand on the back of Kaz's neck, squeezing briefly at the silent question; what does he look like, a walking trading post? He moves, situating himself in Edani's general vicinity, turned about in such a way to keep an eye on Zapallie. She may come back to try to kick his ass, after all. He glances past Edani to Ezra, and a smile touches his face, a quiet one that lingers at the expression on the boy's face. But it's Inyri's day, and his eyes focus on said woman, waiting for her to unveil her present from the other two.

Well. Ezra's gift might not be an actual work of art, but Inyri is certainly at least /moved/ by it. The lack of definitive shape has her essentially deeming it a heart-star (though one is welcome to assume it's actually a stone) and she and her perfect manicure are careful to run her fingertip along the /writing/ and not along the unsanded edge. "You've got quite a hand," she tells Ezra, honestly, smile giving away how moved she is by the gift rather than her confusion at the proper shape. She didn't say quite what! She's not actually blocking anyone else's view, but if anyone insults the boy's lack of carving skill she might have to smush cake in their face.

Edani remains beside and a half-step behind Ezra while Inyri opens that present. It just seem natural to place a hand on the boy's shoulder and give it a gently encouraging squeeze, his other hand shoved into his own pants pocket. He's not going to call any attention to Zapallie, nor does he show her any sympathy. Instead he seems to have forgotten she's there. While watching Inyri open that gift, his glance occasionally going to Ezra, his grin one of anticipation, excitement and proud of the boy. Just WAIT until she sees it!

Zapallie downs two shots of whatever cruel bitter fire the bartender has for her, elbows on the bar. Give her a few, she'll be ready to party. A drunk Zap is a much better Zap for everyone! "Another double," she says, plunking down the marks for her round, "And send something for the girthday burl.." frown. "Birthday girl," she corrects herself carefully, adding more marks. Now armed with more alcohol than more person should actually consume all at once, and a drink for Inyri on the way, she at least turns around to watch what's happening, developing a bemused, dreaming look.

Abigail winders up next to Zapa it seems. "Hey there." She totally didn't she other go stumbling over someone's foot, or her own or what not it seems. Settling down upon a seat she stretches slightly and goes about relaxing. Oh drinks.. Yes she does order a drink of something!

Ezra bites his lower lip as he waits for Inyri's reaction, and when she praises it and looks happy, he goes a little weak in the knees. Thankfully, Edani's hand holds him up, and the boy leans back against it as if it were the most natural posture in the world for him to adopt. For the moment, he is simply a 12 turn old boy at the turnday party of a friend. His other gift on the table, when it's eventually unwrapped, is less impressive. It's a pair of socks. Thick, warm ones, but still. Socks. If he's asked why socks, he'll stubbornly say it's tradition and leave it at that.

Yep, Kazulen's in trouble now. He doesn't have an appropriate gift, his homeboy isn't coming through either — what's he going to do, give Inyri a pair of handcuffs? Then he'd get in trouble with the captain, if nobody else! Not gonna work. So he turns to the best gift a man can ever offer a woman he doesn't actually know very well — he heads to the bar, once he extracts the back of his neck from Khy's manhandling, and plunks down his own marks with instructions for the other bartender. The one whose Turnday it isn't.

Khyonai keeps an eye on Zapallie, mostly out of his own personal sense of self-preservation. But the events occuring next to him - Edani and Ezra, rather than Inyri - have him continue on with that quiet, sidelong smile. He furrows a brow after Kazulen, though he isn't actually so crass as to call after the other guard to get /him/ something to drink, too. Thankfully.

Inyri will be, in short order, inundated with drinks. At least only one shows up at a time, and she doesn't know about Kazulen's order. "Thanks, Zee," she says, trying a warmer smile this time, and /not/ asking if she's okay once Khyonai tripped her. Inyri is also not giving him a dirty look; she's kind of just giving the K Duo looks in general. Curious ones. Hoping that handcuffs /don't/ become a part of her turnday. Socks, on the other hand, are well received, as is Abigail's gift; the canine harness she opens gets a tiny little squeal of excitement, even. "Oh, this'll look fantastic on him!"

While handcuffs might be inappropriate, Edani would be totally amused by seeing Inyri's response to getting a pair! He might even suggest, facetiously of course, that they use them on Zap. But no, she's not here. His attention is riveted on the pair beside/in front of him, soaking in the turnday celebration with a quiet hunger he can't quite keep from his expression. It's only after Ezra's gifts are opened that he slides his gift, a long, narrow box taken from his pocket and slipped into her lap with the whispered instruction to open it later. He's noticed the two guards on the periphery with a detached amusement, but really, he's pretty caught up in Inyri's delight and Ezra's pride.

Ezra is almost bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement as the gifts are opened, and when it looks like they're all done he bursts out with, "Food now? And cake?" CAAAAKE. Then he tilts his head up to grin at Edani, but noticing the expression on the older boy's face, Ezra's expression falters a little bit. He turns, letting Edani's hand slip from his shoulder, but it's only so he can face him and reach up, giving the front of Edani's tunic a little tug. Come down here, so he can whisper something?

Ezra whispers to Edani, "When's your turnday? Have you had one since…you know."

Zapallie lifts her last shot in salute to Inyri, grinning — /grinning/ — at the girl. A genuine smile. A happy smile. Everyone run. Run for your lives! With that gesture of congratulations, she takes her last shot, banging it upside down on the bar with a gasp. Then she gets up and saunters over, still smiling. "Would have got something if I knew. Not that I know what to even get someone," she giggles, and then kind of doesn't stop giggling. Every time she tries, it comes out of her closed lips as a snort, which draws even more giggles.

Abigail looks over to Inyri and grins before chuckling. "I think it'll fit him for a while! It extends and everything.." Of course she would give a gift that would have something to deal with the canine. Well she does train some, and has a few herself. A faint glance is offered to Zap, wait did she just grin?..

Does Pern have cake-flavored vodka? Apparently — because the bartender is pulling out all the stops and pouring a whole ROUND of cake shots for everyone who's old enough to pretend to be old enough to try them. Thus did Kazulen make up for not having a clue that it was Inyri's Turnday in order to have a better gift on-hand. Cake and cake and alcohol and ice cream, oh my!

Edani's hand drops, and he's looking back down to Ezra with a quirked brow just as the tugging starts. Something wrong? He bends down, leans his ear closer then dark eyes flare a little wider as the boy whispers, squeeze shut tightly right after, but only momentarily. He whispers something in the boy's ear in reply.

Edani sounds choked up as he whispers back to Ezra, "It was about two months ago, but um, no. I haven't…. really…."

Then Edani straightens and strides towards the kitchen purposefully. Eyes that sweep the area glitter suspiciously damp only to skid to a jarring halt on Zap there as she downs that last shot then they veer sharply away. His mouth firms and he continues into the back on his mission, returning with a tray of… sandwiches. Okay they're fancy little finger sandwiches but marks from a ruined hold and four years of senior apprentice beastcrafting will only go so far.

Sandwiches, cake-flavored vodka (which is something Inyri may have invented), and getting an actual smile from Zapallie? She might be drunk, but that is still a gift in and of itself for Inyri; the turnday girl looks /extremely/ impressed. "I've got /more/ than enough gifts, it's cool," she says, leaning over the back of her chair to continue the conversation. "And I have absolutely no idea what this is I'm about to drink, or who gave it to me," that is to say, she's already /drank/ Zap's drink and is moving on to Kazulen's, someone is going to be drunk, "But thanks to you, too." A raised toast to whoever bought this drink! And — sandwiches. She snags a sandwich, too.

Zapallie is not boozing anyone but Inyri up-yet! She's too busy being a POD PERSON with a GIANT GRIN. She sprawls onto a bar stool, hooking her elbows onto the bar. Lost in lala drunken land and not really caring about anything much, she starts singing the birthday song kind of to herself, but not so quietly that nobody would hear. She's got a voice that would make angels weep, even if she's sort of slurring the words.

Ezra frowns a little bit, his head tilting, and he whispers something back quickly to Edani before the Beastcrafter is going away. Rocking back onto his heels, Ezra drifts over to sit by the cake, so he can be one of the first people to get a slice. After Inyri, of course!

Ezra whispers to Edani, "Me neither. We should. Maybe together. I can't remember when mine was.” (Ahh, the wisdom of a child.

As Edani sets the tray down, someone puts a shot glass in his hand - it could be Zap for all Edani knows. His brow is still furrowed in the attempt not to- ahem! He's fine. He downs it in one smooth movement, then hands Ezra the cake server. The boy gets the honor of chopping that lovely cake to smithereens and serving everyone the crumbs if he so desires. Edani will just stand here holding the small stack of plates and passing them out.

Ezra does just that, though he's 12 and so the portions he dishes out are HUGE. So everyone will have cake, and lots of it.