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.

Late morning sees an overcast sky and a steady trickle of rain. The spring air is chilling but not as bone numbing cold as the winter months can be. With little to no wind, the rain isn't so bad though some are hoping it tapers off before night falls and all those puddles freeze up. Shenanigan's is sparsely populated at this hour, with most away on their duties and given that the lounge is tailored to drinks and minimal food and more entertainment, it's no wonder that those lingering about are mostly the workers and a few looking for a bit of a respite from the crowded living caverns.

Th'ero has settled himself in the back corner, his preferred spot since it backs onto a wall and allows him a full view of the room. He has a pitcher of klah on the table and a plate of what looks to be some fruit filled sweet breads. Light fare. The Weyrleader's features are a touch grim and he is in a deep but low whispered conversation with another beside him. No guesses to whom that rider is and it's clear he is confiding whatever is troubling him to her. Something is certainly afoot!
Th'ero mutters to Kimmila, "… going… has… and… seems a pity… this… talk her out… it… said… as…"
Th'ero whispers "Not sure what I am going to do, Wingmate. Nishka has been Wingleader for so long and it just seems a pity that she is to retire this way. I couldn't talk her out of it but she said she wanted Abigail as a replacement." to Kimmila.

Kimmila sips her mug of klah as she tilts her head to listen to the Weyrleader's words, nodding her head slightly in response as he speaks. In the end though, she can only shrug and murmur back to him.
Kimmila mutters to Th'ero, "Why… pity?… to… bad thing?"
Kimmila whispers "Why is it a pity? She wants to retire, why is that a bad thing?"

Abigail was hoping spring would be here sooner than needing to deal with more freezing puddles, which some are still able to be found here and there. With a bit of a break before off to get some much needed rest the brownrider is wandering on into the lounge to get a drink o help with the relaxing bit before finding her bed. A slight yawn does escape her while she moves onwards towards the bar, gloves getting pushed into her pockets while her goggles rest upon her head for the moment. Once able to catch the bartender's attention she gets her normal drink of whiskey and settles down upon a newly free seat.

"Because it's so soon and sudden," Th'ero murmurs to Kimmila and with a sigh, he reaches for his mug of klah. He's midway through a sip when Abigail walks in to Shenanigan's and the Weyrleader looks both surprised and vaguely amused. Speak of the devil? Not that Pern has that sort of thing. "Abigail!" Th'ero calls out as he lifts a hand to gesture for the Wingsecond to come join them at the table. He makes it seem casual enough, but it's likely more of an order. Setting his mug to the tabletop again, he will reach for Kimmila's hand, hidden under the table, and grip it firm enough to squeeze.

Kimmila nods, "Yes, but I think it'll turn out alright," she murmurs reassuringly, squeezing his hand back and laughing softly when Abigail walks in. "Well then," she murmurs, amused, lifting her free hand to wave to the brownrider.

Abigail does have red hair, so perhaps the devil part plays a role in the matter? Hearing her name she glances over curiously, a smile seen and she nods before heading on over towards where the pair happen to be. A salute is given while she smiles. "Evening Weyrleader, Kimmila. How are ye both doing?" As she figured they was inviting her on over she sets herself down upon a free chair, drink resting upon the table.
Nah! Red or reddish tint hair just means a wild and fiery spirit, right? Right. "Evening, Abigail. I'm doing well, how're you?" Th'ero asks and they were indeed inviting her over to sit but to be sure she doesn't feel unwelcome, the Weyrleader gestures for her to pull out a chair. Though he smiles, there is a tense look to his eyes and while he withholds news it's no doubt spread through the Weyr. The Wingsecond would have likely heard by now that Nishka, the Wingleader of Thunderbird, has stepped down after her brown Azath's wing was badly injured during a call to the coasts by Southern Boll Hold. With Azath in the dragon infirmary now, the Dragonhealer's have reported to the Weyrleaders that it will be a long time before the brown flies again and even then he will never quite be right. Which is a blow to Nishka, given the brownrider was still fairly young and has held Wingleader for so long.

Kimmila smiles warmly at Abigail as she joins them, sipping her klah. She's quiet for the moment, though her eyes sweep the room periodically, watching for…who knows what she watches for. Making sure no one causes a ruckus or something. "I'm doing well, Abigail, thanks. You?"

Abigail has always had plenty of the wild and fiery spirit, that is for certain. She has indeed heard plenty of everything that has happened with Nishka and Azath, the comments where she has stepped down was caught but she was more interested in actually hearing it from Nishka then from rumors along the line. Something's just needed to be heard in person after all. "Glad ta hear that yer both doing well. I've been well, just dealing with some extra sweeps with everything that's happed." She shouldn't need to go into that much detail on the mater, though she did step up and took on the sweeps when it was needed without a second thought.

No one is here to cause a ruckus and the few patrons about are all rather tame and boring. Well, except maybe that rough looking man over there trying to put moves on a young woman who looks both amused and utterly disinterested. He's even using some of the most eye-rolling and gag worthy lines! Smooth, he is not. "Ah, yes. So you've heard then?" Th'ero murmurs, keeping his voice low even though it's no secret they share. His hand finds Kimmila's again and holds firm. "Good of you to take on the extra sweeps." As any Wingsecond ought to do! "How is the rest of Thunderbird coping? The news has been so sudden…" he says with a grimace, glancing sidelong to his weyrmate beside him. "… we were just discussing how it seemed a shame that Nishka has to step down." Not that she has much of a choice!

Kimmila squeezes Th'ero's hand back, shooting him a brief look. "Good for you," she murmurs to Abigail, in agreement with Th'ero. "It is a shame, yes, but there's nothing to be done now but move on. Fort will still have a place for Nishka, always."

Abigail nods slightly to the bit on the news that she has heard. "Aye I have." She offers softly while a slight shake of her head is seen. "Niumdreoth told me most of it until I could speak with others in the wing." She has wanted to speak with Nishka sooner but know how one can feel with here dragon's hurt. When Niumdreoth was hurt Abbey was not herself for a few days. "Thank ye sir, was the right thing ta do." The work still needed to be done after all. "For the moment they are doing alright, helping one another so no one feels the burden more so. Some talk was being brought up on the fact that Nishka was stepping down too soon." There is a slight pause and she glances between the two curiously, a nod seen. "Aye I imagine it would be a needy thing to speak on."

Th'ero isn't offering for Abigail to speak to Nishka likely for that very reason. He's spoken to the former Wingleader and it's left enough of a mark on him. His hand clutches Kimmila's all the more tightly for it. "Of course we'll find a place for Nishka. She may even return to Thunderbird." Someday. Though he doesn't sound so certain. Glancing sidelong to his weyrmate, he then looks back to Abigail as she reports on the Wing's condition. Relief crosses his features and then with a heavy sigh, he cuts straight to the chase. "With it being so sudden, we can't leave Thunderbird without a Leader for long. Not so soon after the changes either." Th'ero begins to explain, keeping his eyes level with that of the Wingsecond's. "Nishka has named her successor." He pauses, gathering himself. "And I've agreed with her choice. We all have. We want you, Abigail… if you are willing, of course … to take on the position of Wingleader of Thunderbird Wing. You've proven yourself more than capable not only to Nishka but to your fellow Wingriders — and to us."

Kimmila is silent for a moment, sipping her klah, but when Th'ero offers Abigail the Wingleader position, Kimmila smiles. "It's a rough way to be promoted," she admits, "but you're the best choice. We know you'll do well. Because you already have."

Abigail is planning on speaking with Nishka at some point, just may take a while given what is going on at the moment. A soft smile is seen at the part where Nishka may join back at some point and she nods slightly. "I'm sure at some point that may happen, I hope for it as well." Her gaze drifts between the pair while she sips from her drink, there is a moment where she pauses once the question is brought up and she cough a moment, sputtering even as it caught her a bit off guard. "She did?" She isn't sure why that surprised her, but well it did. Ther is a few moments where her mind wanders over the offer of such things and she smiles after a few moments at the thought, it is a soft thing. "I am truly honored that Nishka and ye both feel that I would be right for the position. Of course I will be more than happy to take on the role of Wingleader for Thunderbird." Like anyone getting a promotion she is a bit nervous over the bit of such things, though thrilled at the thought of actually getting it.

"Kimmila is right, it's a bit of a rough way." Th'ero admits with a slightly apologetic tilt to his voice as he dips his head to the bluerider for the words she's offered to Abigail. His hand squeezes hers again and for a moment his gaze turns almost fond before he catches himself and gives himself a little shake. No, no. Focus. The Weyrleader's mind is a bit scattered from all the events and seeing Nishka as she was. "Excellent. We're happy to hear it, Abigail." he murmurs, mouth curving into a reserved but warm smile and with his other hand he finds the Wingleader knot he kept folded and hidden beneath his jacket. It's held out then for Abigail to take, the only missing piece is the thread to designate Niumdreoth. It wouldn't have been right if she got the knot with the personal thread for Azath still woven in. "This is yours now. Congratulations, Wingleader. We won't keep you here either, if you need to rest or wish to call your Wing together to announce it. I've kept this quiet, only Nyalle and D'ani know, as well as Inri and Jajen. The other Wingleaders will know soon." Probably by morning.

Kimmila nods, smiling when Abigail accepts it. Leaning over, she (rudely?) whispers something to Th'ero.
Kimmila whispers "What about her Wingseconds?"

Abigail will fully agree with it being a bit rough in how she is getting the promotion, and she is quiet for a few moments at that though as things are said between herself and Niumdreoth. As if this step is the right one, which it is but it is still a question in her mind as she didn't think it would be hers at the moment. She takes in a soft breath and her pale gaze turns back to Th'ero and Kimmila a warm smile seen once and she nods before looking at the knot that is held within the weyrleader's hand. She lifts her hand to take hold of it, her thumb running across it a few times before there is another nod. "Thank ye both, I greatly appreciate this. I'll be speaking with Nishka in a few days to also give her my thanks for feeling I would be ready for such a position as well. A nod is seen as to who all knows. "Aye, I can understand that, and I'll be getting the wing together to fill them in on everything in person. Tis the right thing ta do."

Th'ero will draw his hand back once Abigail has taken the knot and some of the tension eases from his features and shoulders. He dips his head respectfully to Abigail, though his eyes take on a saddened look to them when she mentions Nishka. "It may be awhile before she's willing to talk, Abigail." he gently warns, but he does not outrightly bar the new Wingleader from visiting the older brownrider. Just a gentle forewarning that the woman may not be up too much discussion. "Good. And I'll expect to see you at dawn for the meetings between Wingleaders." he adds with a vague smirk, only to turn his attention to Kimmila when she whispers to him. "Thank you for reminding me," he murmurs back to her and as he slips his arm around her, he is preparing to rise. "You can also pick your Wingseconds, for both divisions if needed though you'll need to find a replacement for yourself. And I can promote the rider… if you feel there may be a conflict of interest." Th'ero hints and not too subtly either as he gives Abigail a shrewd look. Is there a certain bronzerider perhaps on the brown rider's mind? Hint hint, nudge nudge? "If you'll excuse us, Abigail? We've some matters to attend to. Enjoy the rest of your night!" he murmurs and gathering his jacket he will allow Kimmila to give her final farewells too before he's moving off towards the exit.