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.

This is a rather… nice place. The white seats and small coffee tables don't really mesh well with how Ha'ze is dressed. He's wearing his well worn leathers. If he would just stick to flying their one year's worth of use would probably only have put a bit of a dent. But since he spends much of his sweeps walking, they're ratty. Almost holes have developed at the elbows and knees and… well, he doesn't really seem to care. Instead he's taken over a darts board and is playing all by his lonesome.

The lounge has always been a familiar haunt for the Weyrleader. He'll come here when he wants to escape the living caverns and the prying eyes and ears there. Not that there won't be any here either but most down here in Shenanigan's know better than to blatantly try. So Th'ero can expect to relax a little and he plans to do so. It's only after he's bought an ale for himself that he spies Ha'ze on his lonesome playing at darts and it's in that direction that he slowly wends his way over. "Afternoon," he greets quietly, nursing a sip of his ale while giving the bronzerider a cursory look over. He notes the rattier leathers but he's wise enough to hold his tongue.

C'rus is not seen in Shenanigans more than a couple of times every couple sevenday. He is dressed in his infirmary clothes, which have a good deal of purple on them, which are crisp and clean. It could be worse they could be stained in blood, and other assorted icky things. He strides into the bar and glances around. He waves to Ha'ze and Th'ero. "Hello."

Th'ero's greeting causes Ha'ze's next throw of the dart to go wide and it lands firmly on the very outside of the target. His lips wrinkle slightly as he turns to see the weyrleader. "Sir." A flicked glance at the ale, "Ain't it a bit early to be drinkin'?" He… could be teasing? It's hard to tell from his deadpan tone of voice and flat expression. C'rus gets a nod.

Th'ero grimaces and maybe half apologetically when he's the cause for Ha'ze's last shot to go wide. "No need for the 'Sir', Ha'ze." he mutters. Not here and while he's casually sipping ale. "Never too early." he counters in a voice that is equally as difficult to pinpoint as teasing. Turning his head, he'll catch sight of C'rus approaching and dips his head politely. "Just off shift?" he asks before glancing back to Ha'ze. "And you?" How're things?

The informal nature of the place is the one thing that C'rus really likes about it. He comes to a halt near the two gentlemen, "Yep. Stopping in for a moment before I head home to get cleaned up." Not that he is all that unclean, but after a day in the infirmary you tend to want to take a shower. He turns to take a peek at Ha'ze and waits to hear his answer.

Ha'ze lifts an eyebrow as the sir is waved away, but he doesn't repeat the sir. Instead he steps forward to retrieve his darts from the board and gather them up in one hand. "It is spring." Maybe for some people it doesn't mean much, but Spring for the Ha'ze family (Ha'ze and Kainaesyth) is a BIG DEAL. "About to head down to Drake's Lake for a day." Rather than throw his darts again Ha'ze leans against a table. Ratty as he looks, he doesn't smell so he must have bathed recently. His gaze flicks up and down C'rus. "You gonna start drinking too?"

"Long shift, then?" Th'ero muses towards C'rus as he steps over just enough to casually lean against a stone pillar. Only once Ha'ze is back with his darts in hand and has spoken again will his attention drift to him and his mouth quirks into the vaguest of smiles. "Jajen's due soon, isn't she?" Yep, he knows but he still keeps his voice lowered so that the news doesn't get loudly announced to the whole lounge. He snorts softly, "What's wrong with a drink?" he murmurs while taking another slow sip of his ale.

C'rus returns Ha'ze gaze with a slight hint of a smile on his face as he responds, "When have you ever seen me drink Ha'ze?" he asks. Oh sure C'rus does drink on rare occasions, mostly at big parties or celebratory events, "Yes it is. Jai told me the other evening that Kai was out and about and telling his stories. I'm glad for your sake, and for Kai's as well." The poor sleepy dragon can now wake up and get out and about with his life. Though when he mentions Drakes Lake C'rus sort of half winces, "Have fun?" he asks more as a question than anything else. Spending time with Jajen would not be tops on his list of things to do, "It could be worse. Not too long not to short…" he says of his shift.

"Few months still. Further along then Abigail." Yes, these are safe topics. The women in his life that Ha'ze has gotten pregnant. His voice is pitched no higher than Th'ero's- though the bronzerider has no particular intention of keeping it quiet. It's one of those whispers that has gotten around. "Not so bad. She's cranky for good reason." It's… sympathy? Maybe? He turns to toss a dart at the board again.

Th'ero nods to C'rus, "Well said." he murmurs but doesn't elaborate on whether or not that was about the shifts or what he said about it being spring. His brow quirks to Ha'ze, "Few months? Last I heard she was at least in her eighth month. Figured that's why you were going down…" Not that the bronzerider won't have plenty of warning and time when Jajen is in labor. Th'ero's been through it enough with Kimmila to know there's no need to rush right off the bat. Cranky? He gives a little understanding grunt to that and knocks back more of his ale. "They get like that near the end. Mind the 'nesting' stage too." Is he… giving advice? Maybe.

C'rus has a certain interest in this topic of altered behavior, "Like proddy cranky? Or just normal cranky?" he asks, because these are things a man has to plan for in advance and Th'ero seems to be the resident expert. He wanders over toward the bar to get a juice but quickly returns to ask Ha'ze, "Is she going to have her baby there or are you bringing her here?" he asks. Because who wants to be the poor sap that gets stuck helping her deliver the baby either here or there.

"She's growin' a person in her body. Figure she can be as cranky as she wants" Ha'ze's tone is flat as he turns to level his dark stare at C'rus for long seconds. No violence there just… overtones of warning that aren't expressed at all. Moving along, he shrugs. "Asked the Weyrwoman if Jajen could be comin' back." So far, he hasn't heard back. "It's probably too late now. So I'll be gettin' there when I need to be." And pray that Abigail doesn't go into labor at the same time. "Nestin'?"

Th'ero chuckles for Ha'ze's answer to C'rus, giving the bluerider a sidelong look and a faint smile. "It's a different sort of cranky and not every woman is the same." he answers cryptically, before glancing back to Ha'ze. His eyes narrow faintly. He'd not heard of this plan and the Weyrleader isn't certain if he likes it. "Might be too difficult, Ha'ze. Dtirae's gold is nearing her time. Not the best of mixtures to be bringing in Iaverulth." Sharding territorial golds. "Nesting," he mutters again with a smirk. "They go into fits of cleaning and organizing and rearranging things. Kind of fascinating," And alarming, if anything to judge by his tone.

C'rus is largely oblivious to Ha'ze's reaction, "Ahhhhhh…" he says to Th'ero in response. There are small blessings in life, "Good to know I'll keep that in mind." You must learn from your elders after all, "Never said that she shouldn't be cranky." If he was in her position he'd be ultra cranky, "Just watch yourself ok. Makes sure you come back all in one piece." Then he glances back to Th'ero, "How long does that usually last for?" Because curious minds need to know.

"Jajen shouldn't be alone." Ha'ze says this under his breath as he turns away from the Weyrleader. He'd put his case before Nyalle, and from what he'd learned about pregnancy it wasn't even safe to bring the woman home at this point. "Oh. that." Ha'ze's lips twist slightly. "Aye. Though nothin' I've done has been right." Hence, cranky. A thought occurs to the bronzerider and he throws his last three darts before turning. "Baskets. I'll be bringin' some for her to put stuff in. 'scuze me?" It's not really a question for all it is phrase as Ha'ze edges around Th'ero, but doesn't leave quite yet.

"Didn't say she would be, only that it's going to be difficult," Impossible, to Th'ero. "to get her here." There's a vague look of sympathy and the Weyrleader finishes his ale, setting the mug on the nearest table for a server to pick up. "Usually how it is. Store rooms ought to have baskets. And Ha'ze?" He won't stop the bronzerider from leaving, but he will at least say a little more. "There's ought to be capable midwives in and around Drake's Lake. Place isn't deserted. If she's been too… busy," Stubborn. Foolish. "You can get a few for her. Wouldn't hurt to get one with a bit of Healer training either." But beggars can be choosers. "How long does what last for, C'rus?" Th'ero murmurs as he turns his attention to the bluerider.

"The whole cranky, nesting thing?" C'rus asks Th'ero since he is a man in the know, "Never hurts to plan ahead." he adds. Because ya never know when being a dad might sneak up on you. He offers a smile to Ha'ze, "If you need help or something I'd be happy to see what I could do?" Ha'ze is family after all and he'd even brave Jajen for the sake of family.

"I'll be there." Firm is Ha'ze's tone. "And a healer." He doesn't verbalize the 'even if I have to drag them there at the point of a knife' but the pair might catch the implication in the darkness of Ha'ze's tone. "Ain't nothin' happenin' to Jajen." Someone needs to ask where this weird protective streak came from at some point. For now though, Ha'ze pauses to look at C'rus. "She'd eat you alive C'rus. Better to be stayin' home. Weyrleader." A nod and Ha'ze strides purposefully out go go gather baskets.

Th'ero shakes his head, "Don't know, C'rus. From what I've seen and heard it's only in the last months or weeks. Some women don't have it at all." He shrugs his shoulders. He's a man in the know but he's not the end all and be all of that information! He's only picked up a little here and there. Ha'ze's protectiveness of Jajen earns the bronzerider a long look, almost questioning. "Nothing will." he says simply and without to much placation in his tone. He doesn't want it to seem as though he's trying to be too coddling and soothing. He does, however, laugh quietly. "He's got a point, C'rus. Jajen's difficult. That he's managed to calm her enough not to have his head bitten off every visit is a feat on itself. Don't take it as an insult though."

C'rus waves a hand as Ha'ze wanders away, "Alright." he says. He did the family sort of thing and offered and has been let off the hook. This is a happy thing not an insulting thing, "I hope he's alright down there." He says as he watches Ha'ze walk out the door, "Nice to see he cares though." At least that's how C'rus will take Ha'ze's protectiveness of the goldie. Though it does cause him to wonder a bit as he looks back to Th'ero, "You don't think that Ha'ze and Jajen are a couple or something do you?" he asks, "Because…wow." He does taken in Th'ero's info and files it away in the back of his mind.

"Ha'ze can handle it," Th'ero says without a hint of doubt to his voice and shifting from the pillar, he'll seem to consider the dart board for a moment and then decide against it. Lifting a hand, he'll signal the bartender for another ale and will wait for it to be brought over by a server. Perks of rank. "Surprising," he admits about Ha'ze seeming to care for the goldrider and then he'll snort, eyeing C'rus. "Not at all. If there's any pairing, Ha'ze's with Abigail. Jajen's pregnancy is a… hmm." He's about to say fluke or mistake and instead just shrugs his shoulders. Such is the way of the Weyr!

"I believe the words you are looking for are: screwup of epic proportions." C'rus is less shy about saying things like that, "Still…" he says raising his hand, "Ha'ze is a good guy and I wish all involved nothing but the best. Certainly the child most of all." Because having Jajen for a mother would try anyone's soul, "Yeah. You are probably right.." he adds quickly in regards to Ha'ze and Abby as a couple, "I do hope they work out. Abby is a wonderful person. I have nothing but good things that I could say about her."

Th'ero blinks and then laughs quietly, subsiding into dry chuckles as a server comes by with another ale for him. After paying and giving a hasty thanks, he'll take a sip and then lift it with a crooked smirk to C'rus. "One way of putting it, yes. Couldn't be so bad, I suppose. Ha'ze seems to have stepped up and that speaks volumes right there." he murmurs and then quirks a brow. "You've doubts that they will?"

"Oh yes. I've been pleased to see him stand up and be a man about it. Good for him. It will be good for him." Maybe…who knows, "At any rate none of my business. Ha'ze has to figure that one out for himself." He smiles to Th'ero and shrugs, "Don't have any special insight into that sitaution. Maybe they will and maybe they won't. I certainly hope so though. They are good for each other. She even managed to drag him to the party up in Igen for a bit. That say something right there."

"We'll see how he adjusts," Th'ero murmurs and then smirks, giving a slight nod of his head. Yes, it will be for Ha'ze to figure out himself. "Did she now? Wonder what night she brought him. I had gone the night of the bellydancing. You were there, weren't you? With Kera?" Shards, how much of the local alcohol did he get into?

"I think he and Abby were there on the second night." C'rus explains as he takes a sip of his juice, "Granted he was only there for a bit before he went off to hide near the alcohol area, but still its a huge improvement when you think about how much it took to get him to go to the weyrling social dance that Nyalle threw." he says with a smile, "Yeah. Kera and I went all three nights. Had alot of fun. Watched alot of good shows and Kera got some shopping done. She loves to shop at festivals." He's not even all sure what she bought, "The joy of sharing weyrs is that she gets to make my weyr here look presentable. If it had been just me I'd not have cared much. As much as Jai is interested in what people wear he's not so interested in decorating and neither am I."

Th'ero makes a low sound in his throat, "Ah, yes. I had wanted to come but duty kept me here in the Weyr." Which is something he's come to accept in all this Turns as Weyrleader. There's another chuckle of understanding and a faint and crooked smile. "Trader festivals are often the best of times to get some shopping done. Same with Gathers. I took Kimmila through the stalls too." Nothing like letting weyrmates splurge, right? Happy weyrmate, happy life! "I'm not one for decorating either, in fact—-" But his sentence is never completed and his head will cock to the side, eyes unfocused and distant. Then with a heavy sigh he blinks and clears his head. "Seems I am needed. Sorry to cut our chat short, C'rus. Another time, perhaps?" And he'll quickly drain the last of his ale and set the mug aside before fastening up his riding jacket.

Happy weyrmate happy life indeed! He completely understands how things like that go, "No worries. I understand. The life of a weyrleader and all that." he says with a wave of his hand, "Hope the rest of your afternoon goes smoothly. I'm sure we'll bump into each other again."

"Clear skies, C'rus and give my regards to Kera. Tell her she's welcome anytime to visit," Th'ero murmurs before dipping his head respectfully to the bluerider and turning to stride out of the lounge and off to whatever important issue has dragged him away from his leisurely time.

C'rus nods his head and offers a quick salute to the weyrleader, "She is here often. Lives here part time. I'll let her know though.." he says with a wave of his hand, "See you."