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 the first day of spring and what does the weather do? Pour buckets of rain. Rain, rain and more rain. At least it's kind of warm out? Work outdoors would be miserable though, as would flying and by evening the winds are up. The living caverns are packed with weyrfolk, riders and non-riders alike, but the lounge below still remains relatively empty. Which suits Th'ero just fine, as the former Weyrleader does his best to stay out of Mr'az's sight. Since the Weyrleader is above, he'll stay down here and in the most secluded corner possible. He's nursing an ale at the moment, brooding and lost to his thoughts.

Abigail has spent a fair it of time out of the lime-light so to speak. Right now though she is making her way on into the lounge, her gaze driting over the room slightly, her flightjacket is dripping wet proving she was outside in the lovely wet weather. Actually she just got back from sweeps, and this is where she came first. There is a pause to get a drink at the bar, and a slight pause is taken as he catches sight of Th'ero. She waits for her drink before heading over towards where he happens to be. "Th'ero… Yer still seeable." So much for him brooding in peace it seems. "Do ye have a moment?"

Th'ero doesn't mind if his "peace" is broken by Abigail. Others… not so much. He takes a risk, lurking about here but he needed a moment or two and Kimmila is still out on duty. "Evening, Abigail." It should be Wingleader, but he stopped being so formal with her Turns ago. He sits back in his chair, gesturing for her to take the other empty one. "I do. Back from sweeps?"

"Aye… That I did." Abigail offers while she settles down upon the free seat, undoing her jacket as she goes to try and dry off some it seems. She doesn't seem to mind the fact that he is not formal, it never bothered her before. That pale gaze of her's watches him a few moments. "How have ye been?"

Th'ero grimaces and lifts his mug of ale up to his lips, taking a slow pull of the contents before answering Abigail. "As well as I can be. Work alongside Kimmila mostly and… keep out of trouble." Not that he's been causing any trouble at all. That's his subtle way of saying he's just keeping low. "I visit Kyzen in Igen when I can. We both do. He was Searched not long ago for the clutch on their Sands."

Abigail nods slightlyas she listens while sipping at her drink. "Aye, I do imagen so." She offers softly before leting her arms fold there before her. "I heard that. How is he taken it over there?"

"As well as he can. He was happy enough but it seems since Igen's had that bad sandstorm his mood has slipped a bit. Though I think the distance is sinking in." Th'ero admits with a shrug of his shoulders. Homesickness… It's nothing he can help the boy with. He's a Candidate to the end, whichever end that may be! Draining the last of his ale, he'll cast a quick look about the room and then quietly ask: "And how're you?"

Abigail is quiet as she listens, a slight nod seen. "Aye… That may bother him. Though as he is yer and Kimmila's kid we all know he will work through it well." This said with a slight smile seen. The question makes her pause slightly, and sh takes a long sip from her drink before her hand works a bit of still damp hair back from her face. "I've been better honestly. Ha'ze has returned, an I won't deny that I let him have it, verbaly at least."

Th'ero's smile is faint and crooked but genuine. "Oh, I've no doubt he'll get through it. Hopefully this'll teach him not to be so impulsive in the future." Or not. Now it's his turn to be quiet again while he listens, his brows knitting as she tells of her not-so pleasant reunion with Ha'ze. "I didn't think he'd come straight back to Fort but I suppose that makes sense. Jajen did." Not that he's been going out of his way to meet with either rider. "Why'd you lay into him? He say something to you?"

"More what happened when he was sent here." Abigail offers, what was said by Ha'ze that is. "An more that he caught me in the wrong moment and I took my anger out on him instead of the one I am upset with." Because she has never done that before.

Th'ero's frown deepens. "What has he been doing?" Aside from the rumours circulating already but who didn't expect Ha'ze and Jajen to be sticking close to each other? Literally. "Ahh, I see." He doesn't blame Abigail, but he can only imagine how that went down. He shakes his head, grimacing again.

Abigail shurgs slightly. "I have no idea. I was off hunting and suddenly he was there." She dind't take to kindly to it. "Needless to say he didn't take it well, though I didn't handle it well." So blame on both of their parts. "The problem honestly is…" There is a slight pause. "Mr'az." Perhaps she shouldn't be bringing this up, but really it is the issue at hand.

"He can be difficult to handle, sometimes, even in the best of moods." Th'ero admits dryly though his track record with Ha'ze is terrible. Last encounter had them scrapping in a brawl and since then he's not bothered to cross paths. He'd meant to, but now it's too late. He snorts, but he takes Abigail's word seriously. He speaks low, cautious that his voice does not carry far. "Lots of us feel the same. Has he been on your back worse of late?"

Abigail is quiet for a moment at the talk of Ha'ze, she knew him better then many, or at least did there for a long time. "I know." Is offered softly, a faint sigh escaping her. "Still I should have never acted the way I did towards him." It wasn't his fault she was upset, he just happened to be the first one she crossed that ave her some attitude and she took it to the next level. As for Mr'az there is a slight smirk. "I talk to him at little as possible. He does whatever he wishes. Feels like half my wing is against me at times." Thanks to the dear weyrleader of there's.

Th'ero leans back in his chair, giving Abigail a curious look before he speaks. "Will you speak to him again?" he asks. No need to ask if she'll apologize but seriously — do either of them have to? "Don't blame yourself, Abigail. You're under a lot of stress… More so than some of us." He does not envy her her position right now. At least he can escape, somewhat, as a Wingrider. He scowls at her news though, "How'd he manage that? Your Wingriders have always been loyal to you… He hasn't been messing with your roster, has he?"

"Aye I will… He wants to see the twins." Abigail says with a slight shake of her head. Of course having children with Ha'ze doesn't help the matter at hand. She smirks a bit. "He has in a sense. He sends some ridersoff to do things that he says needs to be done. Last time I confonted him on it was a dealin with Haast Wing when he wanted some of mine to deal with a mess they made. Ever since I voiced my thoughts on that it's gotten harder." Well that is one way to put it.

"Maybe it will help, that you have the twins with you. Neutral ground." Th'ero gently suggests. Less of a chance of an argument breaking out between them, right? He sighs, his expression dark and troubled. "I'd heard of that. I've heard a lot of things that he's been meddling in. Some are saying that lately he seems… paranoid. On edge. Is this true?" He figures Abigail would know as she's likely seen Mr'az of late.

Abigail nods slightly to the talk of the twins. "Aye… Figure that is thebest course of action at the moment." There is aslight pause as she thinks on that. "Aye he has been. As if he thinks everyone is out to get him. I've attempted to speak with him, attempted to help but it is worse then tking to a wherry honstly."
It's a shame that the twins will have to be used like that to be certain their parents can talk on a reasonable level but even Th'ero can't think of an alternative. He's certainly not going to play mediator! They all know how that'll end. "Mhm. Seems that's what everyone is whispering about." he mutters and then shakes his head, his expression grim. "Not a good sign."

"It is honestly not a good thing on any level with him." Abigail says, meaning Mr'az. "If he keeps this up I hate to see what will happen to the Weyr." Nothing good at this rate. "We made it though into spring, but honestly I am not sure how many of the holds are till with us. I and some of my wing attempted to help when able." Under the radar so to speak as best they could. "Stll, many have been left without things they desperatly need." She an a few others can only go hunting so much. There is a slight pause as she seems to be choosing her words here. "I will not lie Th'ero, when I say the thought of giving him the knot and leaving has crossed my mind more then once."

"You're of the like mind of many, Abigail. Just be careful of how loudly you speak," Th'ero warns as he continues to keep his voice lowered. At the mention of the Holds, he grimaces again. "Kimmila and I work among the cothold and… we know. I've seen firsthand what it's done… " None of which would make anyone pleased to see. When she mentions her knot, Th'ero shakes his head. "Don't, Abigail… If you can manage. You know he'll just put someone unqualified but loyal to him in your place. It's just a matter of time before his paranoia grows and he starts reshuffling… but I don't think he'll start with the Wingleaders."

"Aye I do keep my voice low on such matters." Abigail knows better then to talk to loudly on these things. She sips at her drink, a slight look is sent to Th'ero and she is quiet for a few moments. "That is why I have stayed. That an I believe in this Weyr to much to leave…yet." Yet is the key word.

Th'ero grimaces, "I'm not about to give up on Fort either. Too much of my life has been spent here." Too much blood shed, too much devoted and given. It still feels strange that he is not Weyrleader but he will bide his time. Kayeth has proven to be regular with her flights. The time will come soon enough and he'll be ready. As more folk begin to file into the lounge, Th'ero feels as though he best make a quiet exit. He stands, nodding his head to Abigail. "Best of luck to you… Hopefully something will occupy Mr'az's mind long enough to distract him from your Wing."

Abigail nods while she looks to Th'ero. "To ye as well Sir." He may not be Weyrleader but that is all she can honestly see him as. "If'n ye need anything just let me know. Aye I hope so for my sanity." A slight smirk is seen. "Have a good evening."

It does bring a slight smile to hear her call him that and Th'ero dips his head again. "I'll remember that. You as well, Abigail. Clear skies." And stay well away from Mr'az! Glancing forwards again, he'll quickly make his way through the lounge and out the nearest exit. No lingering — he knows better then that.

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