Fort Weyr - Living Caverns
This cavern, having been created by bubbles in the volcanic flow of this extinct volcano, has a breathtaking ceiling — a vast dome that arches high above the heads of the weyrfolk that scurry around beneath it. A hollow echo can be heard from loud enough noises, and the chatterings of various firelizards are consequently multiplied into a chaotic babble. All in all, the living cavern is a loud place.
Tables are scattered around the room, apparently in no particular order. Over to one side near the kitchens, two medium sized serving tables are constantly spread with snacks, klah, and other goodies. The tables look worn, yet perfectly fitted to the atmosphere of the caverns. In the 'corners' of the cavern, smaller two and four place tables are set up for more private talks or just a less chaotic atmosphere in which to eat.
The living caverns have been transformed…. Well, somewhat. Tables have been pushed around to make various, stations, by what it looks like. These stations are heaped with various supplies for making anything that a person could think of which could be used to support Fort during the Summer Games with Ista. There are weavers on hand who are willing to help design clothing articles for those who wish to spend a few marks, while other tables simply house loose fabric in shades of brown and black, along with sewing supplies incase someone didn't want to fork out the marks for a weaver's fine touch. Still other stations have dyes and paints, papers and plastics, fabrics and woods. Everything and anything that someone could imagine to encourage individuals to wear or sport Fort's colours. Amongst all the supplies, the food is hot and ready. There's cold food as well to nibble on. Drinks are also abundant and on hand. Overflowing as it were, with vintners on hand to help manage a makeshift bar. In the 'front' of all this chaos, is a little stage with a podium set up, so that those in participating here tonight know where to look when something important is to be announced. There's a mull in the room as people begin to gather…
G'tor enters the caverns, bug-eyes, and nearly turns and walks back out again. He was looking for a Weyr to move to, not a pep rally. From the bowl the sound of Nyth rumbling can be heard and the brown rider shakes his shaggy, craggy head and moves in further, finding his way to the cold food he grabs some cheese and a glass of juice before beginning to examine the pride items more closely.
Dare wanders in to the cavern behind G'tor. The poor woman is walking a bit funny, if you know what I mean. "M'legs is sore, that was a rough mating flight." She glances around then heads for the wine, "Ugh, any more like that and I'm tieing Asenath down to the ground."
K'shan has a sore leg..although for likely /very/ different reasons than Dare. The greenrider does limp a bit, though he's getting better with it, as he heads into the living cavern. Though for once, it seems that the healer has decided to look like a proper rider, complete with a set of leathers clinging to his frame. He does look a bit tired though, making a face at the…hubbub in the caverns. Pep rally indeed.
Black and brown feathers, fur, and dyed flowers stand tall on a wide brimmed hat, with a ribbon of both colours fluttering back behind the creation. It's loud and it's tall. Though perhaps it's the lady wearing it which causes people to stand aside as she strides through. For not only is her hat a towering example of pride, but her gown is also outrageous, yet stunning. A thin fabric, something like satin, flows in whimsy bronze layers around the Weyrwoman as she struts by those just starting to filter in. Her dress is astounding, a testament to what her prior talents were before impressing. The main torso piece is black and built in folds, crissing crossing her chest tightly as there are no straps to hold it up. Just below is a darker brown that sinches at her waist tightly, giving the dress form. After this point, the fabrics collid and blend, both black and brown mingling in a breezy fabric which seems to blur at points. Hooked in both of her elbows is another piece of fabric, transparent too. She gives a smile to those who've come and makes right for the podium, expectant that her attire alone would silence the crowd.
B'ky is in the caverns already, likely having helped set things up or haul goods for the various crafters. The Roc wingleader is looking fairly tired, although he's smiling and watching the crowd gather. The man is sporting… well, /not/ his usual crimson and indigo riding leathers. Instead, he's wearing sleek black leathers, with a rich brown coat that sways behind him as he moves. It is /sleek/ in the finest sense of the word. Riding leathers in midnight black hug his frame, the snug pants and vest accompanied by a pair of black leather boots and a long-sleeved, form-fitting shirt in that same color, buttoned at the wrists and bearing the badge of Fort Weyr's Roc Wing on the chest. The darkness of his clothing only seems to accentuate the paleness of his hair and skin, though the jacket he wears is a rich shade of brown, and long enough to sway behind him when he moves. New outfit? Most definitely. Although he still has that tri-colored crimson, blue, and indigo braid running from his temple to his ear. The dyed locks of hair have begun to fade a little, though not too noticably yet. As B'ky spots riders he knows, he inclines his head in greeting with a smile, though for now he's standing back near one of the tables, mug of klah in hand.
G'tor turns when the Weyrwoman enters and begins to approach, then stops, seeing that she intends to speak. So instead, he smiles, waiting to see what she has to say about all this kerfuffle.
K'shan sighs faintly, although there's a raised brow at some of the..getups a few people are indeed wearing. Of course, with his own new leathers, it's not like he can say he didn't dress up too. A faintly limping stride does carry him across the caverns though, scooting around a few of the tables. Of course, ending up near B'ky just means he can relax a bit, which is exactly what he does, glancing at the bluerider. "This all seems a bit..excessive."
After getting herself some wine Dare glances around the cavern, "What, some weavers got dislocated to Fort?" She takes a little sip then hugs the wine close to her.
Ai'an is there, too…though granted, he just arrived. He's not overly well-attired himself; he's just in his normal clothes. Not that he has a lot of fancy clothes to wear anyway. He stands near the back of the cavern, just taking in the events that are going on, listening and paying attention. He sends a smile to those he knows, but keeps quiet, since it looks like Kessa's about to talk.
One of the perks to being a Wingleader is that when these events occur, such as Gathers, there's more than enough time to get ready. Thus, flame-haired Kiri, the T-bird Wingleader, is heralded by her silvery bells. Quite a different look for her, of course: she's in her dress and finery, with a bit of makeup on as well. Though hardly clumsy normally, she moves in just in time to see Kessa about to speak, and the dancer's grace she has is immediately quelled along with her motions. She's going to be polite for the Senior, at least. No distractions away if Kessa is about to speak.
Stepping up onto the podium, Kessa looks a little devious as she looks over all the tables and the supplies. No doubt there's plenty of pre-made things there avaible should anyone not feel up to being creatively inclined. Her shoe, a heeled black thing, swishes back her dress. "Ladies, gentlemen-" her eyes find B'ky and she winks at him, "-I'm glad you've decided to come. We hope this little pep rally will give spirit to those of you who will be competing in the games at Ista, which, are nearly upon us." She looks rather impressive up there with her decorated hat and fancy gown, "To ensure the pride of our Weyr, we've provided you with just about everything you can imagine-" she grins, "-thanks to the hard work of the Roc wing, to show your colours! We want every individual from Fort to wear something brown and black, or wave something brown and black. Straps, bangles, scarves, banners… it's all here. Table to table, find what you need to accessorize, as we'll all be making a trip /Tonight/ … to Ista." She waits for the reaction before she continues with a merry grin, "So feed yourselves well, drink yourselves well, and get on some colours. We've got the Roc Wing standing by to transport those without dragons. We'll be shipping out in a couple hours!" And with that, she turns to someone who was standing behind her and hefts a small flag into the air - yes, a flag, and waves it before laughing and tossing it back to the fthe fellow. Abruptly a drink is in her hand, delivered by another perhaps. She hefts that too and tries to rally forth the support, "To Fort Weyr! The oldest and toughest Weyr!" Hopefully people don't think this is corny! She's trying!
G'tor quirks an eyebrow. /This/ was certainly unexpected, he hadn't even decided to move here yet and somehow he'd gotten himself involved in a potential riot. How wonderful. Talime would be oh so proud of him. He moves across the room, examining the options and waiting to be sure Kessa is finished before introducing himself.
Raising an eyebrow at that faint limping, B'ky automatically offers an arm to K'shan, with a quiet, "Perhaps," about it being excessive, and then chuckling softly. He turns to listen to the weyrwoman, though he suddenly acquires rather pink cheeks when the weyrwoman winks. Ahem. He smiles a little at the flag-waving, and then, at the toast, the man raises his mug, though klah, with a quiet but firmly proud, "To Fort Weyr."
Kessa hops down from the podium, looking glad for it and relieved. It might be that she doesn't do well with the attention but at the same time is put in the position to do such a thing by her title. Whatever the case may be, she goes along and comments to a few people, brushing by B'ky and K'shan, "Looking good fellas." She winks at them both, heading toward the jingling Kiri. "Too bad those bells weren't brown or black. Maybe paint them?" She tilts her head at the wingleader, "You are looking very pretty tonight though." Her eyes dart around the crowd, smiling and waving to Ai'an.
Ai'an offers a whistle at the appropriate time in reaction to Kessa's words. He's already wearing brown and black—his shirt is black and his pants are brown. Though perhaps Kessa means a little more weyr spirit than that. That in mind, he looks to where these 'accessories' are located and looks them over. Kessa makes her toast, and Ai'an answers back with others, "To Fort Weyr!" No mug of klah or beer, or anything of the sort. But he still means it. He waves back in to Kessa, offering her a big grin in reply.
G'tor smiles, seeing that Kessa is done speaking. Slowly he approaches the weyrwoman and her companions, "Tel-… I mean Ierne's duty to Fort and her queens. I'm G'tor, brown Nyth's rider." He holds his hand mostly to the group, though it's clearly primarily aimed at the Weyrwoman… after all, you can only shake one hand at once.
Dare glances about the cavern, "Hmm, I think… I'ld better git on outta here." She wends around the edge of the cavern and makes a quick exit.
K'shan does take to leaning on B'ky a little. And while Nawyth might help a bit with the idea, it /is/ a bit more comfortable to have some support. "Really, it's not bad anymor.." Blink. He just lifts a brow when Kessa winks and passes by, just looking a tad startled.
K'oss has been suffering from a terrible cold. He's been squirreled away in his weyr for a while now, with only Meahakumeleth for company. Now, however, he's feeling a little better, so he decided to come out just in time to see…. lots of people. Woot. People!
Kiri blinks and looks surprised at the announcement. That… well! She glances towards the tables with a thoughtful look. She grimaces and remarks politely, "I'll figure something out. Saf would have my hide if I ruined what she thinks is lovely, though." She smiles at the weyrwoman. "Not bad tonight yourself, if I may say." She glances towards G'tor as he approaches and introduces himself to Kessa. Her brows lift as she gives him a once-over, grey eyes flickering quickly. Newbie, hmmm….
Kessa hears a traditional greeting, her eyes almost instantly focused on G'tor and toward his hand that stretches out. She gladly takes it, extending her own, "Ierne! Welcome G'tor! We're happy to accomodate you. But we must put you in some colours," she teases, letting his hand go, "I'm Kessa, with gold Choth. Will you be helping us crash Ista tonight?" She grins as her eyes dart about the place, seeing many already investing themselves in further baubles that will definitely support the cause. She watches Ai'an for a time then regards the two leather clad gents she first passed. A drink stays in her hand, "Might as well G'tor. You're here with us now." Is that a mischievous gleam in her eye or is it just the light? A glance to Kiri as she replies back, "Of course, your bells are just as pretty as they are now." She doesn't want to force the other woman to ruin something so precious after all. Still, both women have the same thoughtful stare when it comes to G'tor, hmmm indeed.
"You as well," B'ky tells Kessa politely, with a slight smile, pale grey eyes drawn… upward. To that hat. His cheeks are still faintly pink, though he just shakes his head with a soft chuckle as the weyrwoman moves on to greet others. Turning back to K'shan, B'ky says quietly, "Hm, still, we could find a seat?" Not that B'ky seems to mind, at all, at having the greenie leaning on him. "Or something brown to match your leathers?" And his gaze flickers briefly over K'shan's, the bluerider looking thoughtful a moment. No doubt Avideth might have something to do with that.
K'shan lifts a brow at B'ky for a moment, but there's a slow smile as he pulls away to sit down. It's slow moving, but he makes himself comfortable quickly enough, smirking a bit at the bluerider a moment later. "Did you have something in mind that would match?" His head tilts just a little though. "You match."
G'tor smiles at Kessa, "Why, Weyrwoman, those were my exact thoughts. My weyrmate and I are only staying at Ierne temporarily while we seek a new Weyr to join. This seems as good a way to meet Fort as anything else." He grins hugely, running a hand through his scruffy hair, "And my leathers are already Fort Brown anyway."
Kessa tilts her head at G'tor, "We do have Weyrs available, so moving wouldn't be much of an issue." She smiles at him, "I think this would be a great time to get to know your fellow Fortians." Her eyes dance over the crowd, "I really want the opportunity to fly into Ista and show them what we're made of. So if you don't mind coming with us to do that, then you'd be welcome here anytime." She glances at the tables and abruptly grabs G'tor by the hand, nodding her head in the direction of one of the tables, "I think you need a scarf or something—" she announces as she pulls him along and leads him to the said table. There at, she thumbs through the pre-made stuff and finds a black and brown striped scarf which she offers to G'tor.
K'oss rubs his temples and squints around the caverns. "So, uh…. what's going on?" he's been more or less out of touch with the Weyr lately. Oh, there's a Kessa. He wanders in her direction, looking lost. Then again, he's always lost, so….
G'tor allows himself to be dragged across the room by his good arm and smiles, examining the scarf, "Why, it's quite pretty indeed." If anything, smiling makes his face seem even craggier "So there /are/ empty weyrs. That's good to know. Any big enough to house a bronze-sized brown and a blue-sized green? We're quite attached to one another."
Kessa spots K'oss after giving G'tor the scarf, smiling at K'oss while she nods, "Yes. There's always been riders coming and going. You know. I imagine we could find one that suits you and your weyrmate." A glance toward the front, then she peers at K'oss, "K'oss! I haven't seen you in a while. I hope you're feeling better. I heard down the grapevine you were pretty under the weather." She extends a scarf to him as well, brown and black of course, "We're going to be heading to Ista here shortly. I hoping to show up Ysa, if everyone's with me. Fort pride and all. Would you come?"
B'ky also takes a seat, still looking thoughtful as he murmurs, "Hmm, a sash, perhaps? Something Fort brown.." and his gaze flickers over the various tables and things set out around the caverns. Spotting Ai'an and Kiri, the bluerider raises a hand in greeting if they happen to be looking his way, and nods politely to anyone else that happens to catch his gaze. B'ky chuckles softly, "I do match," and ducking his head a little. There's a soft smile as he adds, "I imagine we're all going to be looking rather similar by the time we arrive in Ista." There's a quietly amused expression on his face for that, though he glances back toward the food tables asking softly, "Can I get you something?" and indicating his klah mug down on the table.
G'tor grins, wrapping the scarf lightly around his neck, and hmmms, "I could like it here, I think…"
K'oss blinks at the scarf, then at Kessa. "Why are we going to Ista? Wait…. is it that time already?" he asks her, taking the scarf. "I thought that wasn't until next month. Wait, what's today?" maybe it is next month.
Kessa bobs her head between people and tries to wave Ai'an over, "I think you need something too!" She waves a scarf about, winking toward him before she grins at G'tor, "What's not to like?" She teases him, "We're friendly, most of the time! Other times we're just … up to no good."
Point taken, someone streaks through with just a banner flapping behind them, while something else is flapping in the front! Really! Streaking! A few cheers follow the man.
Kessa laughs, "Now that's what I want to see at Ista. Anyone here brave enough?!"
G'tor chuckles and shakes his head, "I may be enjoying the party, but my body belongs to Talime. At least outside of flights."
B'ky blinks. There's a /streaker/. The bluerider frowns slightly and just… shakes his head. He'd expect that of Ista. But at Fort? Sigh. And then the weyrwoman is.. approving? B'ky just looks in Kessa's direction a moment, possibly wondering if the weyrwoman is drunk. Well, he's certainly not going to volunteer. Instead, he hides behind his klah. Yep.
K'oss gapes at the streaker, then covers his eyes like he was 10 or something. Eeeew, naked and floppy! He did not need to see that!
D'mos is almost in the door when someone streaks past all naked. He flails mightily and avoids the flag-bearer with an astonished look on his rather unattractive, craggy features. Only afterwards does he slip inside and look around warily. "'n' here I was thinkin' this'd be a regular type of Gather," he grumbles in his roughened, gravelly voice.
"Oh fine!" Kessa says to the general silence, "We'll go respectfully but crash them all the same." She peers around, "Gather your stuff, for those of you who wish to come along. Those who don't, keep the party going. We'll be back at some point!" Besides, drunk and flying does not mix and it seems like there's already a good number of those to go around. As for Kessa, she grins, "To Ista!"
