Who K'yan Leuka Baylee Leia V'sri
What Leia barely makes it through the door.
When Winter
Where Shenanigan's Lounge @FOW

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.

After spending the last candlemark laughing and dancing with some of his fellow candidates and a traveling troublemaker, Leuka is heading into the Lounge with his cello case balanced over his right shoulder. Rather than head right to the stage though, he turns to the bar. Shrugging the case off his shoulder, he'll brace it against his leg and the bar as he orders something hot to drink. Hopefully there will be some alcohol in it. The Harper candidate glances around, nodding and gesturing to some people he knows before he's got a got a mug to wrap his fingers around.

K'yan is in the bar already, finding himself. Or, well, he had been playing a game of darts, but - having finished the round of it - he takes now to amble over to the bar and get himself a drink. An ale, as it happens, because he's warm enough - for once - that he doesn't need the help, and while he waits for it to appear he looks around. Gaze settles on Leuka, who he greets with an affable nod. "Hey."

Leuka takes a slurping sip from the mug, not carrying who it happened to annoy before lowering the mug and repositioning his fingers around it for maximum warmth. The greeting draws his attention and he sorta grudgingly releases the mug and gives a right handed sorta salute to the rider. "Hey there. I'm Jman Leuka." He lifts his mug in greeting before boths hands are soaking up the heat again. And yes, he takes another big slurp from it before setting lowering it again.

K'yan hehs, with a nod in return and a lift of his free hand. "K'yan, Khaneth's rider," he replies, followed by a bit of a chuckle. "Either it's turned into a desert out there and you need to hydrate, or it's just as cold as it usually is and you're trying to keep from turning into an ice sculpture. Or, I suppose, it's just that good a drink."

Leuka grins up from his last slurp and nods to the rider "Let's go with option 'B' with a hint of option 'C'." The Harper laughs and finally starts warming back up, putting the mug down and tugging his gloves off. Flexing his fingers a few times then taking the mug back up and turning more towards the tables and stage. As if he's waiting for another from his craft to arrive before turning his gear up, the candidate scans the crowd, thin for the moment but that's likely to change at any moment. This is Fort after all. His attention swings back to K'yan. "So what are you in the mood to listen to this evening?" Never hurts to get input from the locals about what songs they wanna listen and dance to.

K'yan chuckles. "Well, that's…. I don't know if it's good, exactly, but it's the more reliable option. If we got warm all of a sudden I think we'd be more confused than pleased." He grins, then accepts his ale with thanks to the bartender before turning his attention back to Leuka. "Me?" he asks, then hmms. "I'll listen to most things if they're what's playing," he says, "But I'm fond of the stuff that's got… range, you know? Some variety to it, instead of just the same thing over and over."

Leuka nods to K'yan's reply about musical interest, an acknowledging little headtip toward thee man's suggestion. "Goodgood. We'll see what we can work out for that. Should be more arriving here soon." And no sooner than he says that a couple of the Weyr's Harper apprentices shuffle into the Lounge carrying an assortment of cases and other implements of musical destruction between them. "Once we start playing the place should start filling up quicker. Better go ahead and get my orders in now." The pair seem to be heading right on over to the stage as Leuka turns back towards the bar, signaling for the barkeeper. He orders a few hot ciders and pile of whatever meatrolls of snacks the Lounge is currently offering, to be sent to the stage. That done, he lifts his mug and starts to seriously work on emptying it, taking a short break while the young Harpers head back out for a few more things.

K'yan laughs. "I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be fine. It's not like the sound of music won't draw in the folks who're interested in hearing it, eh?" He grins, giving a lift of his hand to provide a salute to the harper. "So, are all those snacks for you, or are you planning to share with the rest of your musical crew?" He sips his ale while he talks and listens.

Leuka smirks and lifts his mug to the rider again "True enough!" He glances the stage with his chin "I'll have some sure, but yea, they'll be wanting some hot cider when they come back after hauling the gear from the practice room. Give them a few minutes to settle and the place will be bustling with a crowd in no time."

Leuka finished his drink and heads over to the stage as the apprentice's bring in the last of the gear and start setting up. By then a waitress is already dropping off the tray of hot ciders on a little table on the stage for the cold Harpers. Leuka's shrugged out of his heavy coat, easier to play without, and removing the cello from its case. After a moment, easing down onto a chair and tuning up his instrument. A couple of apprentice's are likewise settling onto the stage with an assortment of instruments, one even taking up the sticks and giving a few testing taps on the drums and pedals. There's even a couple empty seats waiting for any surprise players as more people start to wander in. They're probably being lured by the sounds of the Harpers tuning up. Leuka grins and gestures his bow towards a guy by the bar, as if remembering the man's earlier request and starting some lively tune that isn't repetitive.

Enter V'sri, who is already doing a jolly jig with a drink in hand (despite the lack of music). Okay it's a jig inasmuch as the white boy bounce and head bop can ever be one, but he's mostly following some unheard rhythm with his room-crossing boings. Between sips, he flicks off a jaunty salute to the Harpers and calls out a "Yo! Hey!"

What's that sound? It starts faint, like the distant klaxon of alarm bells blaring their warning for everybody to hear: take cover and hide, they say; perhaps even here, where it's relatively quiet (with the exception of harpers turning instruments, and V'sri's who jig and greet with alarming amounts of V'sri-ness), people are starting to look around because something wicked this way comes. And come she does, all 5'4" of her in booted feet, dressed tight in riding leathers and a scarf that's been drawn up to protect her mouth and her nose. Red hair's been left down and undyed this evening, hanging in rivulets down her shoulders and across her back, caught in that scarf as she KICKS OPEN THE DOOR to Shenanigans and STANDS IN THE DOORWAY WITH HANDS ON HER HIPS like she's some kind of honest-to-Faranth superhero here to - THWACK. Okay, yes, so the door came back and got her in the face, and there's a muffled sound on the other side that sounds half-cackle, half painful dissent, but it doesn't stop the bluerider from shouldering her way back in. "V'SRIIIII!" And then she's bouncing in, holding her face that is definitely bleeding (but when has a little blood every stopped Leia?), jumping onto the bronzerider's back, and waving enthusiastically for Leuka. "DIDN'T BRING THE PUPPY TODAY?" she calls, and it's probably a little distorted because she's bleeding but SHE SAYS IT ANYWAY… and gets blood all over poor V'sri. RIP Pern.

Baylee makes her way into the bar a short time after Leia comes in. Which is good since she would have been blocking the door otherwise. The greenrider from Half Moon does not visit Fort all that often but today is her lucky day. Or unlucky day. Sometimes its difficult to tell. She'd gotten into the weyr earlier in the day and met up with Rio as he worked on the greenhouse with the other candidates but like all activities that came to an end and so she came here. She glances stage ward and spies harpers tuning up and as she looks around the rest of the place there is a woman who is bleeding on the back of another man. Oooooookaaaayyyyyyy. She gives them a wide berth and walks over toward the bar to get a drink of some juice. Nothing alcoholic for her since she has to fly back home tonight.

Leuka nods to the happy awkward guy mingling down in the crowd when he calls out to the harpers on stage. Then the doors are bursting open and that short formerly very pregnant lady stands there, then she gets smacked down. By the door of all things. Who would of thunk it. He refrain from snickering, outwordly at least, and gives the woman a nod before she's pounces that poor bluerider. He does laugh at her mention of Fizgig, Leuka shakes his head "Not a chance crazy lady. Not gonna give you another chance to try stealing my dog." He grins at that and doesn't mention she owes him for change of clothes, yet at least.

It's all sorts of Salad Days up in here for V'sri, poor boy, but his considerable Beef holds up the bleeding weyrmate without spilling a drop of his drink. Sadly, though, there's been cross contamination, and with a sad puppyface, he sets the bled-in drink down carefully. "So, you, uh, Harper. Greenrider. Y'all. How bad is the injury? Does… is the blood YOURS, sweetheart? Does it look like it's hers?" Which would be worse, really?

"Well," Leia says, muffled because scarf and blood, "I suppose that's for the best. Candidates can't lure ladies in with their tiny adorable puppies." And there's a giggle-cackle-laugh that means MORE blood in that POOR drink that's already been contaminated; that's being set down now by a weyrmate who's good-natured enough to care more about the bluerider on his back, and less about the drink she's just ruined because of her untimely battle with Shenanigan's door. There's devilish amusement in blue eyes as the bronzerider asks after her wellbeing, and Leia's breathing out a sing-song, "It's mine, baby. I got into a fight with the door. It won." And it looks worse than it is. Her nose is dripping blood, and her lip is split, but she's already pulling her scarf back up to hide these things as she puts a finger where her lips should be beneath that warm cloth to tell Leuka and Baylee TO BE SILENT. And then she's reaching for V'sri's abandoned drink because she's already drinking her own blood. Why not drink it with something stronger? "Are you going to dance with me tonight?"

Discretion is the better part of valor. Sometimes you walk into a situation that you weren't expecting and you play it safe by just walking out the door. When her drink arrives she pays the bartender and offers a smile to V'sri and his question. The greenrider you are looking for cannot be reached as dialed please hang up and try again. She ewws softly to herself when Leia shows the injury. All the more reason to make for the door. She leaves the bar without evening saying a word with thankfully and unbloodied drink.

Leuka just laughs, staying out of any potential domestic violence that may be about to happen. There's already been enough violence in here today. Just look at what Leia did to the poor door. Bled all over it, Poor hinged bit of wood never stood a chance! To answer the poof guy's question, he shrugs "I think the door got the worst of the deal really." Leia's already proven slightly unstable, no need to poke the beasty when there's already blood in the air. He glances around to spot Baylee, giving the visitor a quick nod in greeting as his bow continues to glide over the strings.

"A'thank you, Mister Harper Candidate Guy. You gotta ask these questions around here. Trust me. Wait, hey hey, you never got ME a puppy," V'sri pouts. "I mean, a live one. Though not a dead one, so I guess I'm ultimately grateful. So yes, I will dance with you. Xhan got the lil nugget tonight, or did Reksler lose his mind and decide to babysit for once? Here, take a seat. Lemme look at your face and see how bad it is." Pause. "The injury, I mean. I like your face. It is a good face and I don't want you to lose it to a door or anything else. Hey, Candiharperdudesir, you got any numbweed or anything handy? I know a few instrumentalists carry it just in case, figured I'd ask. I can grab it if you point at it with your bow."

Leia didn't show her injury, she was covering it up, buuuut details. Who needs them, right? If the departing greenrider's disgust for Leia's Bloody Show has an effect on the bluerider, it doesn't show; in fact, the woman smiles gregariously for the other woman from behind that face-covering cloth, lifting a hand to wave in farewell as blue eyes dart back to Leuka and she huffs laughter. JUST KEEP THE INSULTS COMING YOU GUYS. SHE'S TOTALLY GOT THIS (and is, in all honesty, probably used to these kinds of reactions). But she doesn't say anything more; she's cackling at V'sri, and then answering, "Xhan has him. Reks is a candidate now too." And also, hates Leia, so there's that. But Leia's obedient, wiggling down from backs to sit on chairs where she draws up her knees to her chest, booted feet pressed on the seat of the chair instead of the floor, fingers curling on the lip of it as she obediently leans forward and then - blushes. And Leia's looking away suddenly, trying to burrow further into her scarf as that wicked amusement flees in the face of compliments from V'sri and she pulls down her scarf to murmur a soft, "I'm fine." And there you have it, Leuka. PROOF that Leia is a person somewhere beneath all that crazy. One that gets all sorts of discombobulated by the honest attentions from her weyrmates. "Tell him to play the song. The fast one, with the quick foot movements." BECAUSE HE'S A HARPER. He'll totally know, right? "PLAY THE FAST ONE!" Leia calls out just in case, sipping her stolen drink whenever she can.

Leuka leaves off playing for a moment, while the apprentice's continue on with the tune they had been practicing back in the Harper room "What!? I was singing your praises. You kicked that's door's butt with you face! You the rider!" Leuka is grinning mischievously now, sliding to the edge of his seat while and fumbles around for a clean clothe in his cello case. Waving it at V'sri, he shows that he does indeed have something to swipe all the blood odd. "I should start a running tally of my clothes she ends up bleeding all over." The Harper turned candidate cants a curious look to Leia. "Fast one?" He gives his head a tiny shake and looks to the man Leia announced as V'sri again when he hands over the clean cloth "You're gonna need to be more specific than 'that fast one'."

Well that was fun. Anyway, V'sri winces slightly, eyeballing his lady-weyrmate. "I… a fast one? A toss dance? What if I make you bleed MORE! Wait, ho'd up, she's bled on you already?" Despite protestations, he's getting up and holding a hand out to Leia in that ages-old signal to dance. "Maybe it'll be lucky. Maybe it's a dragon attractant. Lord knows she got all KINDS of fluid on me, and I got that skinny bronze out in the bowl out of it. And the lady. And the dude. Heh, I'm pretty lucky, eh? Okay okay, ONE DANCE, but you gotta let me dab somethin' on your wounds, okay?"

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