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 evening sees a fairly packed Shenanigan's Lounge. Autumn means colder nights and a lot of the weyrfolk are seeking entertainment indoors during the later hours. The Weyr has seem a few quiet days, though there's still some talk about just HOW the Weyrleader's weyr went up in a blazing ball of glory. True to his nature, Th'ero hasn't said zip on what he thinks of the whole situation, only that he's not concerned and that no, he doesn't need help replacing what was lost within. Most of what he owned was removed during Mr'az's time as Weyrleader. So it's a relatively normal evening, except for one thing. The Weyrleader isn't in his usual corner, brooding over some ale. No, Th'ero's playing cards, of all things, with some random assortment of Wingriders, two of which are wearing non-fortean colors. Let's hope he hasn't bet anything good? Everyone knows he's terrible at cards.

Kimmila gets to REDECORATE. Which…she surprised herself by actually enjoying. A lot. So ignore her as she sweeps in to find Th'ero, with a bunch of fabric samples clutched in her hand. "What do you think?" she asks, shoving a chair between him and a card buddy, plopping into it and holding up the samples. "Periwinkle? Or this nice, textured grey?"

While the Weyrleader's changed many other things stayed the same to some degree at least. Abigail has been busy with Thunderbrid Wing getting ready for winter which is just around the corner. She doesn't want anything to be repeated from las time after all. Right now though she is making her way into the lounge, gloves getting tucked into a pocket while she glances over the room to see how many are around. She does catch sight of Th'ero and company at the card table, and is amused once she sees Kimmila moving in to talk about fabric she is gather from what she catches sight of. She moves on to get a drink from the bar near the end that isn't to far from said card table.

Luckily for all, the card game seems to be coming to an end. Th'ero folds first, which has a few of the other participants grinning as if they suspected such all along. They're just divvying up the winnings when Kimmila makes her bold entrance, settling herself between the Weyrleader and one of the non-Fortian riders. With equal mix of laughter and sympathy, they excuse themselves while Th'ero gives a respectful farewell before turning his attention to his weyrmate. Those samples are eyed with an almost wariness. "Where would either color be going?" is his answer. He's not about to chose before he has more details! Spotting Abigail, there is a nod of greeting and a gesture for her to join them should she choose to do so now that the table is considerably more empty!

Kimmila toys with the grey. "Upholstry for the living room furniture. A couch and two chairs. I've already chosen a nice, bright blue for the bedroom blankets. Blue and cream and grey, actually, in the bedroom. Cozy but not too dark." Since, you know. They live in a cave.

Abigail gets said drink, and as she caught that gesture to come join she wanders over to the table and takes over a free seat. "Evening Th'ero, Kimmila." She hears Kimmila and looks a bit amused whie sipping at her drink of choice. "Might not be bad colors at all, especially all together." That would be her input over such things.

Th'ero will be living in a proverbial dog house (cave?) if he protests too much against Kimmila's enthusiastic redecorating. Not that her tastes are that outrageous, but he'll debate between the two offered samples before pointing to the grey. Really, did she have to ask? "I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about all of this," he muses to her before looking up as Abigail approaches. "Evening, Abigail. And… really? Together?" Must he have periwinkle in his weyr?

Kimmila smirks. "Well, I have to be, right? It's a chance to redo our weyr." /Our/ weyr, thankyouverymuch. "Evening, Abigail. How's the wing?"

Abigail chuckles a bit once the color choice is made. "This is why I haven't do much to my Weyr other then getting things to make it more homely." Fabric? Not something she worries over. "It goes well, getting read for Winter. Hopeing to avoid a repeat of the last one."

"Who is to say I'm not pleased to return and settle back into the that weyr?" Th'ero drawls in a dry tone. Meaning he's very likely teasing Kimmila even if his expression doesn't outrightly say so. He chuckles, "Sometimes simple is just as tasteful as indulgent." Hearing of the winter preparations, he nods his head though his brows knit in a shadow of thought (and concern). "We're all hoping that this winter season will not be anything like the previous Turns. There is much we have to rebuild."

Kimmila winks at Th'ero. "I know you are, don't deny it." Then she sobers. "We certainly need to avoid a repeat of last winter."

"Easier then worrying over if I picked the wrong colors, or how badly it might clash." Abigail says with an amused tone. Though she keeps her Weyr rather simple, so it would be over looked honestly. A slight nod is seen to the bit on the Winter to come, with a soft breath escapes her. "Hopefully everything will go well. We don't have to fight everything along the way this time."

Th'ero quirks a brow at Kimmila's wink and to save face he smirks. No, he'd never show excitement! Unless they were hunting fugitives or some bad guy. "That's why I leave it to her," he explains to Abigail. "My tastes tend to be too neutral." No. Really? Another crooked grimace, "I don't plan on quarrelling with anyone, except perhaps the Holds that remain stubborn but we'll cross that bridge when necessary. As it is, we've two clutches to focus on. Iaverulth's should hatch soon. Hopefully… Kayeth I do not think will tolerate her on the Sands."

"Your tastes seem to be all black," Kimmila drawls, flipping through the swatches again. "I'm thinking this dark purple for the throw pillows. It'd look nice against the grey, huh Abigail?" There's a snort and a smirk. "No, not now that we have someone who knows what he's doing in charge again."

Abigail chuckles softly while letting her arms fold losely upon the table while eyeing the bit of fabrics once more. "Gray and dark purple could work out." She did say could so she can stay inthe middle tere it seems. A slight nod is seen to the rest. "I must admit I'm rather pleased that ye have everything under control once again Th'ero." There is a slight pause. "Have either of ye talked to Mr'az since his been back?" She hasn't since the day she hauled off and punched him.

Th'ero is way over his head now with the discussion of colors. Purple and grey? He peers at those samples again, as if trying to picture it on a greater scale… and failing. "If you say so," he agrees with just a hint of reluctance in his tone. He's going to leave that to the women! He clears his throat, "Ah, thank you, Abigail. I wouldn't say I have everything under control yet but we're getting there." Has he talked to Mr'az? There's a small nod of his head. "I went with him the first day or so to Drake's Lake." Just to be sure he didn't do something stupid. "Aside from that, we've not crossed paths. He keeps his distance. He wasn't even at Kayeth's flight and Velokraeth said Zhirazoth did not return until much later."

"He knows his place," Kimmila mutters. No love lost for the ex-Weyrleader. None at all. "Have you talked to him, Abigail?"

Abigail has no love for Mr'az either, not that she wishes him any harm but sh doesn't want o deal with him unless she needs to. Though life in a Weyr means they wil have to cros paths at some point for certain. "No, I haven't spoken with him. I'd rather keep it that way for now." A slight wave of her hand is seen while she glances back to Th'ero. "Everything will work out though." She doesn't seem worried at all, things will fall back into place as they should.

Th'ero might be the only one who doesn't outrightly hate Mr'az at the table right now. He certainly never supported him but he can, sort of, understand what made the bronzerider crack. "So you'd prefer it if I kept him in Haast, for now?" he asks, glancing to Kimmila as he does. He doesn't need to ask if she wants him as one of her riders. "I'm positive things will slowly return to normal. Our biggest issue are the dissatisfied holds. Which… isn't the biggest issue we've ever faced." Did he just jinx them all?

Kimmila gives Th'ero a look - though for what is unclear. "SLowly but surely, they will. But it will take some time and many of us are tired of waiting."

Abigail actually peers over at Th'ero at the bit on Haast wing actually. "For now? I would prefer he and I are not on the same wing. I will not lie that I have no trust for him. I don't feel he has proven anything tht shows he is able to deal with life back on Thunderbird Wing." A slight shake of her head is seen. "Though Haast wing proves it's on faults. Mr'az had commented before about something being wrong with that wing. Did we ever actually look into that?" As for the holds she isn't to sure what o say with that one.

Th'ero quirks a brow. "Tired of waiting for what?" Do tell. He turns his attention to Abigail and though his brows knit he doesn't chide her for her honesty. Dipping his head, it's clear he won't argue it. "Then he stays in Haast." Though any trouble in the Wing does give the Weyrleader pause. "Again? What did he say, if either of you remember?"

"Tired of waiting for this situation to be resolved. We're dragonriders for shard's sake. We shoudl be able to solve this problem swiftly. Get all the holds the supplies they need. I don't understand the holdup." She blinks at Abigail, and flicks her gaze to Th'ero. "Wasn't that ages ago?"

"Sometimes it is not that easy Kimmila… Once things have happened it can take some time to get everything back in order. Everyone will have to pitchin and help as much as possible." Abigail offers with a soft tone. There is a pause. "All I recall is when I had to break up a fight nearly between Hast and my wing because Mr'az was pulling my riders off to clean something up on the Hast side. He only said that something wasn't right and he was trying to get to tbe bottom of it but refuse to tell me anything else."

Th'ero scrubs at his jaw with his hand. He's heard this argument before. "We're not sitting idle, Kimmila. You know that. I've you and your riders out working where it is needed or where you think it is needed. Abigail has a point, it takes time. Some of those smaller cotholds lost everything. Even family. Those wounds don't heal fast, even if we do give them enough supplies and livestock to carry them through the next decade." he explains. "But I'm not going to have us sit back and do nothing. We've learned from that, I think." Finally. Shaking his head, Th'ero's expression is grim. "We can't assume that what Mr'az was claiming was true. I'll have to have words with Haast's Wingleader. Look at the records…"

Kimmila snorts. Even after all this time, she struggles with patience. Of Haast, she frowns thoughtfully at Abigail. "Shards, that man was an idiot. There could be a problem but we don't know about it because of his stupid, stubborn pride."

Abigail is quiet for a few moments at the bit on losing family member bit and takes a long sp from her drink. "Time heals a lot of things, but some things will always cause a raw spot to be sore over certain subjects." She shrugs slightly. "There may be a problem, but if there is a issue with Haast the Wingleader could be part of it, and the answer may be ones given to cover things." Hey after someone pinning a murder on her she has a hard time trusting people.

Th'ero reaches over to place a hand gently on Kimmila's leg. Easy. "We've all got our faults. We'll fix what we can but we won't drag our heels about it all." There's a nod of agreement to Abigail. "I'll see if I can't find something in the records. For our sakes, I just hope it was another one of his delusions." No one will fault him that, right?

Kimmila scoffs. "Those sorts of things aren't tolerated in Fort. If something is going on, we'll fix it. Pronto."

Abigail nods to Th'ero, a soft smile seen. "Hopefully he kept some sort of records." A slight nod is seen as she hears Kimmila. "It shouldn't be tolerated anywhere, andwe will fix theproblem. Though honestly it will take time, things can not be done over night."

"Thankfully, Wing records are a Wingleader's work. So I won't have to be concerned with Mr'az's meddling." Or so Th'ero hopes. There's another look given to Kimmila and his hand squeezes her leg. Is it reassurance or a warning? "We're fixing it as we speak. By spring, we should see a difference." Unless something goes horribly, horribly wrong.

Kimmila is a bit grumpy, suddenly. Perhaps she's hungry, as she flags down a waitress to order some food.

Abigail glances into her mug as she finds it to be empty and a soft hum escapes her efore she just sets it to the side. "How is K'vir doing over at Igen with everything?" She questions with a glance back to the pair. Subject change time it seems.

Bringing up K'vir might not be a good idea, either but poor Abigail doesn't know that. Th'ero places in an order for some ale and then smiles softly when the boy is mentioned. "He and Zekath are doing very well, from what we've heard. They're all but finished with training now and he'll be assigned a Wing soon. He comes to visit when he can." There's a brief pause and it's true, the Weyrleader does look a little proud of his eldest son.. "How are the twins, Galeon and Aleoa?"

Abigail smiles at this and nods. "I'm glad everything went well. I knew it would." While she doesn't know if bringing him up would be a god thing, at least Th'ero seemed happy enough to actully smile there. At the question to her own children she scratches slightly at her arm. "They are well, Aleoa still has problems when th weather gets to cold. Cough and so forth. Ha'ze has been spending time with them so that's good."

Th'ero is quiet as the waitress returns with some food and ale and he'll give Kimmila a sidelong look but the bluerider appears occupied. Perhaps for the best, as K'vir's Impression in Igen was a bit of a shock. Taking a sip of his ale, he nods. "I'm relieved he adjusted as well as he did. Being so young… I had my concerns. Still do. There's much in life he's yet to experience. I just hope he doesn't get introduced to too much at once." One never knows and now he's no longer in Fort, where Th'ero can offer some protection. "I'm sorry to hear about Aleoa. And has he? Good." Since that was an issue between them when Th'ero tried to protest his exile.

Abigail nods, a soft smile seen. "He'll do fine, has a coiple of good parents that taught him well. His young but he'll learn quickly I'm sure." As fo th rest she nods slightly. "The healers feel she'll grow out of it, still young enough that is what I'm hoping for." She smirks a bit. "At least that is what I've been told, we don't talk much honestly."

Th'ero lifts his drink again and he may use it to hide the slight sheepishness for the praise from Abigail. He frowns again, "How old are they now? Our Healers are some of the best… I'd imagine they'd not lead you false." There's a grimace to answer her smirk. "He can be quite stubborn." To put it lightly. He exhales heavily, "And it's primarily my fault. I let his exile go on too long. Far too long."

"They are four turns now, growing to quickly I feel." Abigail says softly, don't all mothersfeel that way though? "They arn't of course, doesn't mean I won't of course worry." As for Ha'ze she si quiet for a moment. "We all messed up. I could have went to see him, he could have gotten a message to me, things could have been done. That was in the past, can't change it, so there is no reason to dwell on it." Though she knows Ha'ze does dwell on it.

Th'ero chuckles softly, "They do grow quickly. It feels like Elladyr and Aranthi were only four Turns not long ago. They're seven now." Oh how the time passes! It doesn't make him feel any younger either. Time is always a sobering thing for him. "Isn't that always the case? So much could have done done differently and yet… would it have made a difference? I don't know." And he's not about to even believe that Ha'ze will forgive either of them anytime soon. If ever.

Abigail smiles a bit and nods. "Breeana is eleven, she stays with her father at Xanadu though." Which is a whole nother story honestly. "Aye, that is very true. I don't know if it would have made a full difference to tell ye the truth. He was so mad when I saw him, mad at everyone. Which is why I never went back." She would not subject her children to that either. As far as Ha'ze forgiveing them, most likely not for a very long tme if at all.

"Do you visit with her?" Th'ero gently asks, trying not to pry too much into Abigail's personal life. As they drift back in conversation to Ha'ze, he grimaces again and shakes his head. "I remember. At the time, I was certain that my decision was the right one. Now I wonder…" And there's regret there. "He's not entirely blameless in this either. If there is one thing though, he DID take his role as interim Weyrleader well." Much better than he ever would have given the young bronzerider credit for. Ouch?

Abigail seems a bit unsure on answering that it seems. "I try to often, she doesn't always want to see me." It is something she doesn't like obviously, what mother would. "She's with her siblings, well cared for." Not thta it helps how she feels. "No he has plenty of blame for the reason that he was ent there. Which I'm sure he feels he was not in the wrong." Such is the life of Ha'ze. "Or… Perhaps his changed his tune with that too." Sh eis not sure. "He did well, knew what needed to be one given everything that happened and the reason he had to step in seeing how everything was in pieces so to speak." An she did sort of start a fight after all.

Oops. Th'ero hadn't meant to open wounds and there's an apologetic look to his eyes. "That's a shame." And then he let's the matter rest. No need to keep prying there. "He does not accept responsibility, no. Time has made me doubt my choices though, Abigail. It could be that exile was too harsh a choice." What else was there to do? He's at a loss. "Do you believe the rumours then that he was behind the fire?"

Abigail doesn't comment on the bit of it being a shame, she feels that is more then a shame honestly and hopes that with time things will change. "Perhaps it was, though Ha'ze had changed even before that happend Th'ero. He was not the same, little things here and there." An wel he broke a promise to her and cause plenty of poblems there after all. "The fire? I would like to think he wouldn't do such a thing." Though this is Ha'ze they are talking about. "I hope nothing was lost thta was too important at least." She shifts standing and brushes her hands off as she goes. "Sounds like Kimmila is oing to fix things up rather well though." This said while she smiles. "I should get going, I hope yer evening is good Th'ero."

"I know. We all change though, over time. I'm certainly not like my younger self, when I was newly graduated and equally new to Fort." Th'ero admits with a smirk. He shakes his head, "No, thankfully. A lot of our important items came with us when we left that weyr when Mr'az took the position. If anything, it might have been Mr'az who lost something." Ouch. He's never going to catch a break, is he? Or is it karma? There's a dry chuckle and no argument from Th'ero about Kimmila. "It was good to see you again, Abigail. Hope your evening goes well too. Clear skies!" And he will take his leave with his weyrmate not long after the brownrider excuses herself.

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