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.//

There's the usual hustle and bustle in Shenanigan's in this post-dinner hour, groups of men and women relaxing as they while away the time before heading to bed. Thys is not one of the most common faces in this particular part of the Weyr, but she's here tonight, and in the thick of it, too, leaning over a pool table to take a poor shot that shows her up as the beginner she is. She's with a few other girls, all of whom are doing their own thing around the perimeter while the young goldrider continues to lose badly to her more skilled opponent.

C'rus only shows his face in the tavern once in a blue moon. He might come in here and there with other people but very seldom does he come in by himself. He's never liked the feel of taverns. It's all too..drinking and loud and all kinds of non-quiet things. Though tonight he is poking his head into the place. He walks in and makes his way over to the bar and gets himself a glass of water. A wave is offered to Thys since she seems to be the only person here that he knows even passably well.

One last stroke of her cue knocks Thys's ball on a wild path, which is followed up by her opponent sinking the winning black. Thys huffs in frustration, then shakes hands with a smile to the winner before she leaves him for the bar, which takes her towards C'rus. "Cy, I fail miserably at pool," she laments, rolling her eyes. "Are you any good at it?"

"I'm afraid I'm not. Never really had time to bother learning…." C'rus says with a shrug and a sip of his water, "Come to think of it there are loads of games I never really bothered learning." For Cy it was all books and studying and working. Fun was a night at home with a book, "I'm sure that if you practice though you'll get better at it. I'm sure there are loads of people around here that would be willing to teach you."

"Cy, you are going to come and learn with me right now." Thys's drink order has arrived by now, and she scoops it up in one hand and sips, while raising her brows at the bluerider over the rim of the glass. "Practice does make perfect and there are loads of people who want to teach me, so they'll teach you, too, and we'll both be perfect." So there, her little nod says as she finishes talking. And then, as she grins with toothy broadness at her clutchmate, she reaches out to slip her arm through his, attempting to steer him towards the pool tables.

C'rus can't escape the small feeling inside of himself that something isn't quite right. Which is one of the reasons that he is here tonight. It seems that being out with other people isn't going to steady the nagging, "Thys…" he says as she tries to shove him toward the tables, "I'm not sure that I'm at all interested in learning how to play pool. I don't have much time for games and stuff…" he tries to explain to his clutchmate as he is ushred toward the pool table.

Thys tilts her head towards C'rus, giving him a warm grin. "Nonsense," is her cheery rebuttal to his attempt to turn her down. "If I don't have time and I can still take time off to learn, then so can you, too. Think of it as a skill to wow Kera with! She'll love it, won't she, if you win a game for her?" She beams, giving Cy's arm a little squeeze. "We'll have fun, anyway. Won't it be fun?"

"I don't think that she would care too much for pool…." C'rus says with a quick shake of his head, "…I'm not really sure that it's all that good of an idea." After all what if he were to like it and have to play it all the time. And then there is that feeling in the back of his mind again as he tries to put his finger on what the heck that is…it's almost like….no. No no no. Not possible. Well possible but aww crud, "I don't think that I'll be having any fun. Dang…" His eyes glaze as he confers with his dragon, "Are you serious?" he says outloud, apparently the answer is affirmative because the color drains from C'rus's face, "You are sure she's proddy?" he asks outloud, "Absolutely sure.."

"Dear Faranth, C'rus, I'm trying to ask you to play a game with me, not go cliff-diving or feline-baiting." Thys slips her arm from his with a sigh, stopping despite them being so close to the pool tables already. His monologue of questions has her frowning, and she watches him curiously. "Moncerath? Is she due to rise? I suppose you'll be running off there, then… I'm assuming Jaicoureth will chase her?"

C'rus spends a few more moments in more or less silent conversation with Jaicoureth, who is something like a living proddy detector..even if he doens't always choose to chase. He just sort of offers a glazed look Thys's way and nods half heartedly, "I…ummmm….yeah…" is about all he is able to put together in a sentence before he is able to pull himself completely back to himself, "Yes. Yes. And yes." are the answers to all of her questions softly before he raises his eyes completely off the floor to look at his friend, "I'm going to be gone a few days. Tell the infirmary…that umm…." he shakes his head to clear his thoughts once more, "I'm busy." The issue with the pool game has largely been forgotten, "I'll come back….when….I come back." C'rus is insanely rigid about his work and the thought of just saying, 'whenever' is somewhat appalling to him, but what can he do?

"Right, fine, whatever." Thys waves her hand disappointedly at her friend. "Go to Xanadu. I hope he catches her and you have a wonderful time. Just don't punch anyone if you're not the winner, alright?" And with a final disappointed look, she turns to wander the few steps back to the table, adding her name down on the list of upcoming players.

C'rus is a mix of nerves and resolve, and Thys's concern that he might not win does cause him no small amount of anxiety…but he has to maintain his faith in his dragon's ability, "Thank you." he says as he backs away slowly, "Another time…rain check and all that…." He absentmindedly sets his glass of water down on some random table with people already sitting at it. The healers priorities are now elsewhere, "Alright…lets do this…lets really do this…" he says in some sort of self pep talk as he bolts quickly quickly from the bar.

Thys looks back over her shoulder, shrugging it at C'rus. "Yeah, sure. Whenever you want." Her tone suggests she doesn't believe it'll happen anytime, well, ever, and then she's back to paying attention to the other folks playing pool in front of her.

Jaicoureth mentally reaches out to touch his siblings somewhere between his excited mindvoice with all its chaos of lights and whirling colors and his more thoughtful voice full of the stars that he loves so much and begins to sing, «I know that it's hard for you to imagine that I'm not that young drake you once knew. I'm no longer young what you see is a dragon standing in front of you. And I, I have been patient, I have been kind, I paid all my dues and I gave up my time. I can't be confined to the past anymore. My wings have grown.» He sings unfurling his wings as C'rus quickly mounts up « Everyone says just to be thankful, just to be grateful or just let it be. But I'm tired of this waiting, it's always tomorrow I'm done with perceptions that you've had of me. I've given you blood, I've given my heart in so many years. It's finally time to live for myself and open my wings. It's my time to soar.» He sings with increasing tempo and depth as he raises them into the sky « Yes! My time to soar. You have expectations, and I have mine and I'm dreaming big. So watch me soar. Watch me soar! Watch me soar! It's time to let go, spread my wings, touch the sky, feel the wind press against me as I choose to fly, and soar, I will soar. Watch me soar. Yes, I know that it's hard for you to imagine that I'm not that young drake you once knew. I'm no longer young, what you see is a dragon soaring in front of you.» He holds the last note for a brief moment before he and C'rus pop between to face their destiny.