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.
Karona is seated at the bar, a pair of sleeping firelizards nestled in the crook of her arm, a furry-looking brown and a steel-hued blue. She's been here most evenings since she transferred here, a little over a week ago. Quiet, keeping mostly to herself. Sometimes she orders a drink, though usually not, and the rest of the time she just watches the games people are playing, the darts, and especially the pool.
The Roc wingleader is hardly ever seen near the bar these days; after the incidents in the tavern and the …closet. He's been keeping his distance from alcohol, more from embarrassment than anything else, although unfortunately his work does bring him into the lounge on occasion. Today, he has a package wrapped in cloth and paper, with a clipboard tucked under one arm. walking with some hesitancy toward the bar. Pale grey eyes scan the room, coming to rest on one of the 'tenders. He gives the man a brief nod, tapping the package lightly before approaching to set it gently on the countertop near Karona. There's a polite, "Hello," for her as he stops there, waiting for the 'tender to have free moment to retrieve the paperwork, the bluerider inclining his head faintly, before setting the clipboard down as well. B'ky is still sporting those black leathers and long brown coat, his braid dyed to match in Fort's colors, likely for the Winter Games.
Karona looks up as B'ky comes over, blinking just a little, and eyeing the package, though she shakes her head. Not for her. But, the greeting was, so she responds in kind, "Ah, hello." Yep. She looks the man up and down, and shakes her head slightly at his outfit, and hair. Brown might be a colour she wears a lot of, but she'd never pair it with black, not even for Weyr pride. "Er. How're the games going? …sir." It's a guess, but it's the only reason she can think of to dress like that.
B'ky fills out something on the clipboard, taking a seat while waiting for the 'tender to get around to finding whatever forms it is he needs. Considering the man's usual garments are crimson and indigo, what he's wearing now might actually be an improvement. Might. He does look awfully pale in them, though. A faint grimace flickers lightly over his features at the mention of the games, although his tone is pleasant enough, "Mm, fairly well, I suppose." The man does smile slightly, "Although, I believe Ista is ahead at the moment," he chuckles quietly, "I imagine the next few events may decide the winner." Thin brows draw together just a little, the barest worry lines visiblefor amoment before he notes that 'sir' and introduces himself properly, "I'm B'ky, blue Avideth's." And he inclines his head politely; his knot shows him to be a wingleader, though why he's delivering a package to the bar is anybody's guess. Probably the transport wingleader has to make deliveries too. If he notices being looked up and down, he shows nosign of it, instead asking simply, "Have you had a chance to enter any of the games? I've heard the last few have been.. rather interesting."
Karona raises an eyebrow at the 'fairly well' assessment, and seems almost pleased with that answer. Though she gets a rather sour expression when he mentions Ista is ahead. "Oh." is all she says, leaning back to pick up her drink. Doesn't even look like she's touched it at all, but she does take a very tiny sip now. "Ah, Karona. Journeyman smith, recently posted." she introduces herself. There's a snort at the mention of competing, and she shakes her head. "I, I've been … busy." Evasive, much? She does nod to the two young firelizards in the crook of her arm, but the first hatched /after/ the first event. Ahem. "Interesting? How so?" So she hasn't even been to watch?
B'ky does not order a drink, the bluerider more than happy to wait patiently for the forms, although his gaze does drift idly over the various bottles behind the bar. At that 'Oh.' he chuckles softly, "I imagine Fort will have a chance to to gain some ground tomorrow." Although that faintly worried look flickers over his face again. Really, maybe the man is just a worrier. There's a, "Well met," at the introduction, and he nods, about being busy. The bluerider does look somewhat amused as he notes the firelizards, commenting thoughtfully, "There do seem to be many more firelizards in Fort recently." Apparently, he missed the massive hatching; he was too busy standing out in the cold humoring his dragon. "How old are they?" the man tilts his head to regard the creatures a moment, before nodding, "The events thus far have been.. rather unusual, I've heard," he muses softly, apparently not having been there either. Or perhaps having been distracted elsewhere. "There was a..game on the ice, and I've been told there was some sort of search and rescue event." He doesn't seem too sure, though.
Karona nods slightly, putting the drink back on the counter after that one very tiny sip. Really seems like she's only got a drink at all because she feels like she /should/, not because she wants one. "Well, good luck to Fort." But, odds are, she won't be around to see it, whatever excuse she'll come up with. Work, firelizards, forgot… Ahem. "Ah. The brown, Kistane, is eight days old, and the blue, Shafe, is four." Yep. Liiittle ones. "They mostly just eat and sleep at the moment. It's not bad. Though the brown doesn't seem too fond of the blue." He'll adjust, in time. "Search and rescue event? Sounds… interesting." Not really. She's just trying to be polite, the games really don't seem to interest her.
B'ky, too, is mostly making small-talk out of politeness, the bluerider nodding and saying, "Hopefully we will win the Games again." Although he could probably sound more enthusiastic there. B'ky's interest in the games lies in an entirely different aspect than the actual competition. He smiles slightly at the firelizards, commenting, "They are rather lovely creatures," although whether he means those two in particular or firelizards in general isn't really clear. Probably the latter, as he is somewhat distracted by the arrival of the 'tender with the forms he needs to sign. There's a quiet nod and some words exchanged about the delivery, and then the wingleader is rising, clipboard in hand, with a polite, "You should attend tomorrow's event if you have time. It promises to be rather, hm, spectacular. Ah, if you'll excuse me." And he turns to head back toward the bowl, with a slight smile, "It was a pleasure to meet you Karona," as he heads off again.
Karona nods slightly, raising her glass. "To… luck. May the best Weyr win." she toasts, though she sets it back down again without taking a sip. Her firelizards are eyed a bit warily, and she shrugs. "I'm hoping I can train them to … do something. Be useful, look pretty, something." But that'll take time, really. Also, those poor firelizards. /Look pretty/? /Really/? As the bartender signs the forms, she slips off of her stool, and nods to B'ky. "Well, it was nice chatting with you. …sir." She's a bit half-hearted about the sirring, isn't she? But she does remember eventually. The drink is left behind, as she makes her way to the pool table.
