Fort Weyr - Dusty Storage Closet
Cramped and cluttered, this dusty storage closet is likely not the most pleasant of spaces. Wooden shelves line the stone walls, filled with all manner of cleaning supplies. Mops and buckets, and old washing rags are are tossed in musty corners, while odds and ends are jammed together beside more useful items such as coiled rope and empty jars. A single dim electric bulb, newly installed at the back, but barely enough to illuminate anything, provides a weak and oft-flickering light when a switch near the door is pressed. There are glowbaskets too, that hang from the ceiling, although these do little to chase the shadows. The occasional cobweb or crawling critter can be seen, peeking amongst the rest of the junk stored in here.
Dim, dusty, and filled with junk. It's a typical weyr storage closet. The door is ajar, held open by by a small bucket on the floor. Within it, there is rummaging and the occasional muted sneeze. A certain Fortian wingleader is helping to put away some newly-delivered supplies, the man setting them carefully on the shelves, likely wrangled into the busywork after offering to help one of the Headwoman's assistants. B'ky really does get himself into too much work. He /should/ be enjoying an evening of relaxing by the hearth or something. Instead, he's doing drudge-work, because he can't /not/ offer to help. Avideth is already up on a ledge somewhere, snoozing deeply. The rider? Well, B'ky is looking tired, certainly, but he did offer to take these cleaning supplies and put them away. Still dressed in his indigo and crimson flight leathers, he's a little dusty from shifting things to make space. There's a small crate on the floor, from which he's pulling out bottles of cleaning solution. There's a soft cough, the man waving a hand in the air slowly, as if that could clear the floating dust.
Exploration has been in order, and as such, A'di has been wandering from place to place and peering into whatever door he's managed to come across. It seems the rider is curious if there are other hidden things within the mysterious weyr, and so it's not surprising to see the door open and a curious head popping in. "Hrm." He mumbles half to himself as he steps inside, looking at the various pieces of junk, "Just a closet I guess." But there is something there, and the rustling closet catches A'di's attention, "Someone here?"
B'ky straightens at the sound of a voice - a familiar voice no less. Turning to glance over his shoulder, "Hm? Ye-" is all he gets out before he quickly has to turn away to avoid sneezing on poor A'di. The 'Aahh-chooph!' is muffled somewhat by the handkerchief B'ky pulls out quickly. He sniffs, dabbing his nose with the hankerchief and muttering something unintelligable. When he turns back and steps from behind the boxes, there's a blink and a slight headtilt, as he murmurs a faintly surprised, "A'di?" And he lowers the handkerchief, asking, "Ah, hello. Was.. there something you needed in here?" The Fort bluerider moves so that he's fully visible in the glowlight, away from the boxes, about to say something more when he pauses, and then has to bring that handkerchief up again, to cover his mouth and nose as he starts coughing. Whoops, really dusty in here. Or perhaps B'ky just has allergies? The closet door, which is still being held ajar by that bucket, has been slowly inching closed for awhile now. Not that B'ky has noticed, although as he's distracted by A'di, he doesn't notice at all when the door finally does slip closed, the bucket sliding along as it does. And there is a soft 'click' - not that it's really audiable as B'ky starts coughing again.
A'di makes his way into the room at the familiar voice, grinning widely to himself, "Ah, B'ky!" He laughs as he makes his way over to the other man, "You look terrible, it is rather dusty in here though." He frowns a little as he sniffs the air, coughing quietly into his arm as he does so, "There should be windows in closets, so it's not so terribly dusty in here." His lips purse a little, "Huh? No, I was just wandering around and exploring. I was hoping I might discover something myself, with the way things seem to keep popping up here in Fort. The closing door doesn't really seem to catch A'di's attention, or the click soon after.
The other rider's laughing and grinning gets a faintly raised eyebrow from B'ky; lately.. most people have been frowny and moody around the Roc wingleader - he has no idea /why/, though he's probably starting to suspect that he just makes people cranky for some reason. And he hasn't seen A'di since the other blueie fled the dance lessons some time ago. "How have you been?" he asks, just the barest trace of hesitation in his voice, as if he's unsure if he should be asking. B'ky does smile somewhat, sniffing into the handkerchief before lowering it again and nodding, grey eyes flickering over the shelves as he comments quietly, "Mm, Fort is certainly filled with.. some rather interesting things," and then he has to chuckle softly, "I imagine you might discover something if you wander long enough." Although he pauses, adding quietly, "Just.. be careful not to get lost, hm?" There's a slight smile for A'di, "I've already had to return to the tunnels to rescue a lost brownrider," shaking his head slowly, "I still don't know how I could have forgotten he was there." What is he talking about? He doesn't explain; instead, B'ky sniffs into the handkerchief again, and then asks, "Have you seen the, ah, storage caverns near the library? There is one filled.. entirely with pillows. And another, which contains only glassware." He shakes his head gently, "Faranth only knows why."
A'di shrugs his shoulders and waves an indifferent hand in the air, "All right." A'di mumbles half to himself, looking around the storage closet, "I figured I'd get around and out of the library. I was starting to get a headache from looking at all the pages, so I thought I'd get out and wander around fort. I haven't really seen much of it outside of the library." A finger taps at his lips, "If I get lost, you'll just have to come find me, eh?" He chuckles quietly, "You forgot someone was down in the tunnels? You didn't get into too much trouble, did you?" He shakes his head at the question, "No, not yet. Pillows? Why would it be filled with pillows?"
B'ky nods, commenting with a soft chuckle, "I wish I had the time to wander," with a glance back at the box of cleaning supplies he'd been unpacking, "There always seems to be work.. or something else that needs to be done." Mostly his own fault, there, really. There's a quiet sigh, before the wingleader turns back to regard A'di, "Have you been to the record's room yet? It's near the weyrleader's complex," and he smiles, "I've been meaning to sort through some of the old logs, to search for references to dragons flaming. Hopefully… the next flaming practice session will be more successful than the last one," and there is a half-guilty grimace that flickers over his expression, just for a moment, brow creased as he murmurs, "Hopefully D'mos will be well enough to to attend," that last part sounding as if he's just thinking aloud. There's another quiet chuckle about possibly having to come find the other bluerider if he gets lost, B'ky replying, "Mm, I suppose I would have to," because of course, B'ky is the one that suggested the other rider come to Fort to help in the library in the first place. Another half-guilty grimace about having forgotten someone down in the tunnels, B'ky nodding slightly, "Ah, K'oss I believe his name is. He and a few others accompanied me down to one of the storage rooms; I offered to bring a few items up for the headwoman." He runs a hand through his hair, "I suppose we were distracted somewhat; I didn't realize until later that he had been left behind." From his expression, B'ky really does feel /bad/ about that. But he shakes his head slowly, "No, I didn't get into trouble.. he was alright." About the pillows, B'ky chuckles, "Hmm, I have no idea, to be honest. I suppose it must have been a storage cavern for textiles."
A'di rubs at the back of his head as he considers the door for a moment, pursing his lips ever so slightly, "I don't really have much time myself, between moving from here to Western and back again." He sighs quietly, "At least I get to spend a lot of time with the books here." A little smile tugs at his lips, "You should see some of the things I've found lately. I think they date pretty far, maybe even from back when the weyr was first built." He listens quietly, unsure of exactly how to respoond to most of the bluerider's worries. "I'm sure he'll be fine to attend your practice?" He grins though, "You would have to, you're responsible for me being here, you're in charge of my well-being!" So there. "Koss? I don't think I've met him yet, but then I mostly stay in the library when I'm here and kind of keep to myself." He shrugs a little, "You'll have to show me that place sometime, maybe I could try and find a book that says why they were put there."
"Mm, you could always move to Fort," B'ky smiles faintly, though his tone is light, half-joking, not really expecting any agreement there. There's definite interest at the mention of the library, though, B'ky leaning back against a nearby shelf and dabbing his nose absently with that handkerchief. "What sorts of things?" he asks quietly, and then his eyebrows rise a little, "I would love to see those records," and then a pause, "Although.. I imagine the writing might not make much sense to me," and he chuckles, "I remember you were telling me how the language has changed.." There's a thoughtful look for a moment, but then shakes his head, turning to smile, if a bit thinly, murmuring, "I'm still not quite used to being responsible for more than just myself and Avideth." And while it might not show often, there's a heavy burden on the man's shoulders, more from his own worries than anything. Grey eyes look away toward the shelves on the other side of the storage closet, though he does nod, "If anything happened, I would find you." He means it. Responsible wingleader and all, even if A'di is technically not a Fort rider. Another nod, and B'ky hmms, "He's a Thunderbird wingrider, I think," in regard to K'oss, though he's not quite sure, really. About the records room, B'ky nods, "If you have time a little later, I'm sure I could show you the way? It isn't too difficult to find. I remember, when I was younger, spending afternoons there, helping the weyrstaff sort through inventories." He actually sounds nostalgic about such a mundane task.
"I could…but…" He sighs quietly, "Honestly, I've been seriously thinking about it lately. There's not really a whole lot holding me at Western, and I find myself here more than there most of the time. And…you're really the only person I hang out with anymore." He purses his lips, leaning lightly against a wall as he wraps his arms about his waist, "I probably should move here, it'd make studying the library that much easier." A finger taps at his lips, "Well, yeah, the language /has/ changed since most of the books have been written. It's been really hard to crack the difference, but it's not so different that it can't be read. Just…it's hard to understand how they use words, they use them differently than we do." A slight frown pulls at his lips, "I'm not /that/ much responsibilty. Just plop a book in front of me, feed me from time to time. It's not /that/ hard." He laughs loudly and reaches out to poke at the other rider's shoulder in jest. "You could always show me, I would love to see the records room. I'm sure there's lots of things in there to read, it might even help with the books from the library."
Regarding the other rider quietly for a moment, B'ky says nothing, just shakes his head slowly. He's heard that answer before, the man murmuring, "Fort would be glad to have you," though he doesn't seem as if he's going to try to convince A'di one way or the other. He does ask, however, genuinely curious perhaps, "If there isn't much holding you there…" he tilts his head to the side, "Why haven't you left?" He listens about the language, looking thoughtful again, and then has to chuckle, "I'm glad you agreed to help with the library." And B'ky does twitch a little at that poke - ticklish! - and smiles, "No, I suppose it's not that hard," and chuckles softly. Another nod, "I promised the Headwoman I'd help put away some of these supplies," and he moves back toward the the box he'd been unpacking, "If you'd like, I could show you the record's room as soon as I'm done here?"
"Maybe I will," A'di says with a shrug of his shoulders, "After all, I'm pretty sure they'd find a better wingsecond than me, I'm always here." A hand rubs at the back of his head. "I dunno, I suppose I'm still hoping I'll fit in. But maybe I'd better fit in here, at least I'd have you to talk to." He pushes himself off the wall, "Well, why don't I help you so that we can visit the records room faster, hrm?"
B'ky gives the other rider's knot a glance, and says quietly, "Mm, I had forgotten you were a wingsecond," and then he shakes his head gently, "I suppose you have responsibilites keeping you at Western." A slight nod, "It's difficult to find somewhere to.. belong, sometimes." He frowns faintly, perhaps recalling his own departure from Fort, not so long ago. "I've always considered Fort Weyr my home," the bluerider has to admit softly, "I can't honestly imagine belonging anywhere else." And yet he /did/ leave. Although he'd apparently still claimed to be on vacation when he went to Xanadu. B'ky takes a moment to consider A'di, "I don't know if you would.. fit in," as if fitting in is something he'd never really thought about, "But I do know you would be welcome," and he smiles slightly, "I certainly am glad to see you at Fort." There's another smile at the offer of help, "If you're not busy?" and he moves to the box and begins setting the contents on the nearest shelves, "I don't have any other wing duties tonight." And a brief pause has B'ky chuckling as he realizes, "Avi's already asleep."
A'di peers at the knot resting on his shoulder, "Kinda hard to forget when it's always there." A'di mumbles but shrugs, "Wingsecond's not a big rank anyway. And they could always find someone to replace me. I didn't really want the position anyway." A hand rubs at the back of his head and he purses his lips in thought. "I don't know if I would fit in either, maybe I don't fit in anywhere." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Sometimes I think I might be better living in the middle of nowhere like my mom." He peers at the box and starts to pick out a couple of contents. "No wing duties? That must be nice, but don't you make your own duties? I usually just help Taira."
B'ky chuckles about the knot, "I don't see you very often," and he'd been looking at A'di's face, not his knot. B'ky shakes his head slightly, "I don't know what I would do without my wingsecond, if A'deo decided to leave Fort for some reason," and he has to smile somewhat, "It's difficult to find someone you can count on, who will take up the workload if something happens, and make sure things get done." Clearly, despite having been a wingleader for only a short while, B'ky already approves of the Roc wingsecond. About not wanting the position, B'ky raises an eyebrow at the other bluerider, asking simply, "Why did you accept the knot?" Another thoughtful look at A'di, B'ky asking, "Your mother?" And then B'ky laughs softly, "I do," though the way the man overworks, it's probably remarkable hasn't collapsed from stress yet. "There are always deadlines that have to be met, and urgent shipments to be delivered," B'ky explains. "And paperwork," he adds with a tired sigh, "Although, at the moment, there is nothing that needs immediate attention."
"You see me plenty often, silly." A'di says with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "Then you have a good wingsecond." He says with a dismissing wave of his hand, "Taira'd find someone better. I only accepted the knot as a favor to her, because she used to be my best friend." He sighs quietly, a finger flickering at his hair. "Mm, my mom. I have no idea where she's living anymore. Last sis told me she was living in the wilderness somewhere. I was thinking she had the right idea of things." Shoulders lift in a shrug, "I hear that, though I've been focusing most of my attention here."
At the mention seeing the other rider often, B'ky pauses, a bottle of cleaning solution in hand, to regard A'di for a long moment. He doesn't say anything, but given that the last few times he's seen A'di, with the other rider was either frowning at him or fleeing from him, well. B'ky just shakes his head, placing the supplies on the shelves and perhaps pursing his lips briefly, whatever he might have said being shrugged off with another headshake. There's a quiet 'Mmm' of agreement about having a good wingsecond, and then B'ky nods, "I imagine it's easier to work with friends." There's a slightly arched eyebrow, B'ky looking somewhat curious as A'di talks about his mother. "Is she a rider?" he asks, and then B'ky chuckles, saying gently, "Not fitting in somewhere doesn't always mean you have to leave altogether." And he reaches a hand up to tuck a lock of his own hair behind one ear, as he says softly, "If you have a reason to stay.." he's looking off at a shadowed corner, racalling, "When I was in Xanadu, I hardly.. 'fit in' I suppose. But I thought I had a reason to be there. At the time," eyelids lower as his gaze drifts floorward, "..that was enough." He grows quiet a moment, not quite frowning, although he's not smiling anymore. He takes the last of the items from the box and places them on the shelf, sighing tiredly, "Mm, well if you ever decide to move, there are a few newly-renovated weyrs above the center bowl." That's as much of a suggestion as he seems willing to make, though.
A'di sighs quietly as he lets his attention drop to the ground, as if pondering something or other. The door gets a hopeful look, the rider frowning to himself slightly. "Mmm, it is nice to work with friends." A'di says quietly, "Not that we really talk anymore. She's too busy going between Ly'am and D'ana." He purses his lips at the topic. "Yeah, most of my family are dragonriders. My mom, my sisters, my dad, my step-dad…and most of his side of the family. I don't really consider them family though. J'vry just kinda helped mom raise me when I wasn't with dad, and that was only till he found some other rider for his bed." Shoulders shrug a little, "I have a lot of 'homes' I guess, but none I really consider to be mine. I'm still trying to find that, maybe it's not really anywhere." And as the conversation starts to veer dangerously close to grumpy-land, A'di considers the door yet again. "I'll keep that in mind."
There's a nod of agreement about working with friends, B'ky still keeping his gaze downward, though perhaps not just regarding the floor. It's not that interesting. But there's no handy tabletop to stare at, alas. He does glance up when A'di talks about friends and family, B'ky tilting his head almost curiously at the other rider, "Ly'am and D'ana?" and an arched eyebrow as he comments, "Hm, well, I hope you do someday find somewhere you can consider home." And his voice is gentle, "Fort is mine; I suppose I sometimes believe it's the only place I belong." And there is a soft chuckle, "Both of my parents are riders. They were weyrmates briefly, but," he shrugs lightly, "I don't remember my mother very well. Most of my family here are riders or weyrfolk." The Fortian bluerider doesn't look so much grumpy as.. sad. For just a moment, before he shakes his head, expression perhaps carefully neutral. He might say more on riders and family, but he perhaps seems to think better of it. B'ky, too, considers the door, blinking as he realizes it has slid closed while he wasn't paying attention. Moving the empty supply box to an out of the way spot, the wingleader offers, "I can show you the way to the records room," as he walks over toward the door.
A'di is still peering at the door, shifting uneasily in a manner that might suggest he's thinking of making good on his fleeing strategy when things become uneasy about the other rider. "Yeah. Ly'am and D'ana." He doesn't really offer much of an explanation, it's a sour subject. "I doubt it, I'm better off finding some remote island to call my own, least then I can just devote my time to my books. Dalasith's all over the place anyway, so I'm sure he'd content himself with roaming all over Pern." He sighs quietly. "If you want to." on the subject of the records room, after all, it might allow for an escape.
B'ky glances back, both eyebrows raised slightly at that abrupt non-explanation of those two riders. However, noting A'di's uneasy shifting over there, B'ky promptly drops the subject, shaking his head again and murmuring off-hand instead, "I know a few islands.." as he reaches for the doorknob. "Mm, I could always show you another night," he mumbles, about the records room, perhaps feeling a little uneasy himself. And as he turns the knob, there is a clunk. And it doesn't turn. Uh oh. B'ky blinks, frowning slightly, and bringing both hands to the doorknob, to try to turn it. Clunk. Clunk.
There's silence on A'di's behalf, the rider still considering the floor as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, "Oh, well, I could always try to find it myself." A'di mumbles to himself as he runs his fingers along his shirt, flicking some of the dust that's already seemed to have settled on him. As the clunk hits his ears, A'di slowly looks up to peer at B'ky turning the door knob. "Is it stuck or something?"
"I'm not sure," B'ky mutters, brow furrowing slightly, about the doorknob possibly being stuck. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. The soft sound is still fairly audiable in the quiet, near-silent storage closet, as B'ky attempts to get the door open a few more times. Stepping back, the wingleader brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, mumbling a tired and faintly exasperated, "For Faranth's sake…" and then wrinkling his brow as he mutters, "Avi.." There is a quiet, unfocused pause. And now he really is frowning as he mumbles, "He's /asleep/." And apparently not hearing his rider for the moment. So much for calling for help? A tired sigh, B'ky turning to A'di to ask, "Could you have Dalasith contact Sidoth? I'm fairly sure he and B'ven are still awake." He's assuming, of course. But the Fort bluerider is looking less than pleased about suddenly being stuck in a closet just now. He does eye the door, as if considering something, before he says, "I'm not sure if the Lounge is still open, but it's possible someone might hear if we banged on the door, perhaps." He's not really the sort to go around banging doors, though, so he glances back to A'di. Besides.. two blueriders having to be rescued from a closet? Yeah, the rumors from that would be /lovely/. B'ky's already had enough rumors circulating about him, lately.
A'di obviously looks confused as he watches B'ky turn the doorknob continuously, a hand rubbing at the back of his head. And as the bluerider curses under his breath, a concerned look crosses A'di's face, "What? What is it?" A'di steps forward to peer at the door, leaning forwards to poke a finger at the knob, as if that would solve all of their problems. "What do you mean? Dalasith's…" He pauses a blank expression filling his face, "He's awake. But…" His head tilts slightly to the side, as if listening to a conversation. "He says he'll try and reach someone, you want him to bug Sidoth? I'm pretty sure he could find someone to fix the door?" Dalasith being the social dragon he is is probably a good thing right about now. "We could bang on the door, but I don't know if anyone's in there, there was no one when I walked in."
B'ky frowns lightly at the door, trying to recall as he mumbles, "I'm sure one of the headwoman's assistants has the keys.." and he considers a moment, "Sidoth should still be awake." He seems reluctant want to suggest anyone else. After all, dragons /gossip/. The watchdragon would be awake, of course, but Gabrieth isn't exactly known for being quiet. Sadly, Sidoth /is/ asleep. And besides perhaps a few guards and lower caverns workers, not many are awake at this time of night. B'ky rubs the back of his neck, perhaps remembering A'di having talked about his very friendly dragon, and commenting quietly, almost wryly, "I'd rather not have all of Fort know we're… trapped in a storage closet." And yes, he does look embarrassed now, just faintly. Only the fact that everyone was gossiping (mistakenly) about him and the weyrwoman had saved him from the embarrassment of hearing people bring up anything about him and a certain greenrider in the kitchen pantry. B'ky does move to pound on the door a few times, good solid bangs, but alas, there really is no one in the Lounge to hear.
A'di nudges the door with his foot, looking thoughtful. "We could break it down?" He suggests, considering the door with a little frown. "I don't think they'd like that very much, but at least then we wouldn't be stuck in here?" A hand taps at his lips, "I don't want anyone finding out that we're locked in here either, but how else are we supposed to get out?" He sighs quietly, plopping on the door as he rubs at his temples. "Dalasith says that Sidoth is asleep. And no one else is awake, he's sleepy himself but he's worried that we're stuck in here." He frowns, "I think we're stuck here until people wake up."
B'ky rubs the bridge of his nose, regarding the door critically for a moment. At the suggestion of breaking it down, the man does grimace smewhat. "I would rather not.." he murmurs, although there's a look at A'di, and then down at himself, before B'ky admits with a sigh, "I'm not certain we /could/, in any case." The two of them probably don't look at all like the sorts who could be able to break down a door, really. Another considering look at the door, "I imagine the headwoman would be rather put out if we damaged it; this part of Fort was recently renovated." Another quiet grimace as he likely imagines having to explain /that/, and then the wingleader nods, "We.. may be in here a while." He sighs, just a little exasperated, as he leans back against a shelf, grumbling quietly, "I should have propped it open with something heavier," and he shakes his head, but then looks apologetic, "I'm sorry about this. Ah, I'm sure it shouldn't be too long.. there must be someone awake.." he trails off, frowning lightly. Although, if someone is awake, they're probably in the lower caverns or somewhere tucked away, not out in the bowl. Poor blueies, stuck in a closet, although at least it's not /terrible/. There are probably worse places to get trapped. Like the tunnels.
"…No…I'm all right Dalasith. Go get some sleep." A'di mumbles to himself, rubbing at the side of his head with a quiet sigh. He rests his head against a shelf. "I dunno, Dalasith couldn't find anyone awake, he says there's no one in the bowl, and he's too worried to go very far." A hand waves indifferently in the air, "It's all right, at least it's a storage cavern. I'm pretty sure there's stuff we can use if we end up having to spend the night in here. Just hope you don't have to use the privvy." He chuckles quietly at the thought, wrapping his arms over his stomach. "You might as well sit down, I think we're going to be in here for a while." No hope of escape now.
B'ky sighs at the mention of possibly having to spend the night in the storage closet, the man mumbling tiredly, "I rather hope we don't.." Oh yes, the rumors tomorrow morning are going to be just /lovely/. He does slide down to the floor, taking a seat and resting his elbows on his knees, still frowning faintly. "Avideth will be unhappy when he realizes I didn't return to the weyr," he runs a hand through his hair, "He never did like my spending nights away." Then again, Avideth is currently alseep, so he can't be that bothered yet. There's a quiet, amused snort about the privvy, B'ky shaking his head, although he does glance over to the shelves, murmuring, "There are buckets." And then he chuckles, shaking his head again, "I think I would rather have been locked in the textile cavern," a smile threatening to ruin that half-frown he's wearing, "A cavern full of pillows." The thinks about this a moment, and then suddenly blushes a little, muttering as he rubs the back of his neck, "On second thought, I think I'd rather be locked in a closet."
A'di turns to peer at B'ky and shrugs, "Everyone knows we're just friends." A'di says dismissively, pulling his knees tightly to his chest, "Dalasith's not very happy either but he's easily distracted. He's already trying to convince a rock to be his friend." He rolls his eyes at the thought, shaking his head slowly to himself. "I've tried to tell him plenty of times, rocks don't talk back." A thoughtful look is given to the buckets, "I'm not cleaning them afterwards." He laughs loudly and shrugs his shoulders, "It'd be nice if we got locked up in that cavern full of pillows you were talking about. Nice and comfy, I bet we'd sleep very good." He grins at the thought, "Why? It's uncomfy in here. No pillows."
"Not everyone," B'ky mumbles, frowning again, just slightly, perhaps recalling Ysa's assumption at the dance lessons, and then perhaps looking just a bit worried. The bluerider blinks, though, asking A'di slowy, "Make friends with a.. rock?" He looks as if he doesn't know whether to be sympathetic or amused. "Ah, he certainly seems to be… an, er, interesting dragon." He's trying not to chuckle, though. B'ky nods about the cavern of pillows being comfy, murmuring, "I imagine it would be much more comfortable, yes," and he shifts to lean back against the shelf, arms crossed above his knees. He gives the stone floor a glance, "What would people think?" and then he has to laugh, shaking his head, "I never did worry about that sort of thing. At least with B'miel-" and he stops himself, letting out his breath slowly through his nose and shaking his head again.
A'di shifts in his position and sighs, "Who cares what people think? We can be friends and hang out. We have too much age difference between us anyway." A'di wrinkles his nose and shrugs, "Yes, he likes to make friends with rocks. Don't ask me why, he's just…like that. He'd probably make friends with a cold-blooded murderer, too, if I let him." He rolls his eyes at the thought, wrinkling his nose. And then the subject of B'miel is brought up and it's enough to make A'di wince and shift uncomfortably. The door is glared at. Stupid thing, he can't make good on his exit.
B'ky at first doesn't answer, gaze firmly levelled floorward. That frown on his face only seems to grow, the crease between his brows faint as they draw together. Who cares? Apparently, B'ky does. "I never did," he murmurs with a sigh, "I still generally… don't." A pause. "But perhaps I /should/," and he's still frowning. About the age difference.. B'ky actually presses his lips together, looking almost.. hurt? Then again, it /is/ quite an age difference. "Do you really think so?" he asks very softly. Though perhaps, it's not himself and A'di he may be thinking of, as he certainly doesn't look at the other bluerider when he speaks. There's an absent nod about Dalasith, although clearly the man's mind is elsewhere. One arm hugging his knees, B'ky brings the other hand up to rub his forehead, "Avideth has a few rather odd tendencies, as well." He doesn't seem to notice A'di's uncomfortableness over there, or that doorward glare. Nope, no escape now!
A'di sighs quietly as he pushes himself to his feet, dusting himself off. He makes his way to the door and tugs on the knob a few times. Definitely not opening. He glares at the door and sighs. A finger pokes at the door in annoyance. "You're my friend, you know? I just don't really care what other people think of our relationship. Sure, we dance, but friends can dance together, can't they?" The door is glared at wistfully again, perhaps looking to escape the sudden turn of conversation and the obvious uneasiness that's settled in the room. "I'm pretty sure he's not to the point that Dalasith is."
B'ky does look up as A'di attempts to get the door open again. He regards the other rider for a long moment, before apologizing, a soft, tired, "I'm sorry." And then he shakes his head slowly, about the dancing, "Perhaps.. it wasn't a good idea." He sighs, massaging the bridge of his nose and adding, "I'm not sure I should be giving dance lessons anymore." Indeed, B'ky hasn't been; he's convinced Farial and a few other harpers to do it instead. Though he does look somewhat sad about this, murmuring, "Sometimes I don't.. think. It never mattered before. Now.. I'm wondering if it does." Another tired sigh, the man clearly bothered by /something/. A soft snort about the dragons, B'ky saying, "Avideth is not quite as… insistent as he was when we were younger. I imagine we're both getting old-" B'ky stops, and then groans quietly, "Ah Faranth, I forgot about the kitten." Wait, what? He frowns, eyes unfocused, as he stares off at nothing, likely attempting to wake Avideth again.
A'di sighs quietly as the door doesn't give and slumps against one of the shelves and sighs quietly, "Then maybe we should stop talking to each other if you're going to be like that B'ky. I enjoy being with you and chatting with you, you're one of my only friends." He sighs quietly and runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he chews on his lower lip. "You're not that old B'ky. Kitten? What kitten?"
B'ky looks away, lips pursed, and he's silent a moment. "I didn't mean…" he begins, frowning off at a wall, "You're my friend, A'di. I don't want to.. ruin that." Apparently, dancing can ruin friendships? Well, given the tendency for the other bluerider to flee suddenly, is it any wonder B'ky might have that impression? "I just," another pause, B'ky shaking his head slightly, "I told you there were.. a few people I danced with. Lately, I'm wondering if I've done something wrong." A frown. Whatever's bugging him, he can't seem to put into words. But he just sighs, "I feel old," voice gone very quiet. Poor man, he's just unhappy; with everyone he runs into lately being moody, perhaps it was only a matter of time before all the frownyness got to him. Idly tugging a little at that brightly-colored braid of hair, he nods faintly, "Mm, Avideth convinced me to get a, ah, kitten. He thought it would," he shakes his head, "…apparently, he thinks I've become too stodgy." So a kitten would help? Maybe Avideth is an odd one. Then again, B'ky has been a bit.. well… stuffy lately.
"B'ky, I don't really care if you have other dance partners. I enjoy dancing with you, you're just my friend." He sighs quietly and closes his eyes, "You didn't do anything wrong, I like you, but you're a friend. I just…sometimes you get all sad and grumpy. And I don't want you to feel bad because of what I might have said." A hand pokes at his pants. "Maybe I just end up making things worse by leaving." He purses his lips in thought, "You got a kitten? Perhaps I should get a pet for Dalasith, he loves the idea of having pets."
B'ky does look rather relieved for that, the man smiling slightly, "You did seem… a little upset when I mentioned dancing with others." But he nods slowly, looking faintly apologetic, "It.. wasn't anything you said," B'ky sighs quietly, "I'm sorry, I'll try not to be.. sad and grumpy." If it's chasing away his friends, well.. he certainly will try, at least, to hide it better. A faint shrug, "I suppose I don't often make myself clear," the man could write a book on misunderstandings, really. Still, he doesn't look any happier, saying softly, "I don't think it matters.. any of it. But," and here he closes his eyes, "it seems as if all I've done recently is.." he frowns, "..upset people." Surely, this isn't true, but with all the grumpy riders he's run into recently, can anyone really blame him for thinking this way? And then he sighs, mumbling very softly to himself, "I just hope I haven't-" but he stops the thought right there, turning away with a tired sigh, pale grey eyes flickering over the shelves. He lapses into silence, keeping whatever other grumpy thoughts to himself.
A'di turns his head to consider the other rider for a moment, "You don't upset me B'ky," A'di says quietly, his eyes flickering to the ground. "I'm just not sure what to do sometimes, it seems I usually just end up upsetting you, or you get sad." He sighs quietly and shrugs his shoulders. "I get grumpy myself from time to time, but it's never anything you do. I just…I'm not sure what to do." A finger pokes at his knee in thought. "You're still my friend, and I still enjoy spending time with you. Perhaps we should just have fun, huh? That's why I enjoy dancing with you, it's nice to enjoy myself."
B'ky does turn back to regard A'di, "I.." he pauses, tilting his head and frowning lightly, "..suppose it's just.. that you remind me of myself sometimes." Said very softly, B'ky shaking his head slowly, "Before I met B'miel, I was… a very different person," he sighs quietly, able to say the greenrider's name now without his voice breaking, but still looking sad. "It's not something you need to worry about," B'ky shrugs gently, rolling his shoulders back slowly and closing his eyes for a moment. Perhaps he's just embarrassed. He opens them again to glance at the other bluerider, when A'di says he also gets grumpy from time to time, and as for not being sure what to do, B'ky says simply, "It helps to talk about it." Whatever 'it' maybe, the man even managing a faint smile. "Having fun seems like a good idea," B'ky agrees, with a quiet chuckle, although he does perhaps tease just a little, "I thought you said dancing was silly?"
There's a moment of silence as A'di quietly listens to the other bluerider, "I think you said that once." A'di murmurs quietly as he runs a hand through his hair, "I do worry about it though, B'ky. You're my friend, of course I'm going to worry about you." He chuckles a little and shrugs his shoulders, a finger continuing to poke at his pants. "I'm glad it helps to talk about it, maybe I'll try not to flee so much then when you get sad." He shifts a little in his position. "Dancing is silly, but I still enjoy it."
B'ky has to snort, if quietly, at having mentioned it once before, commenting with a slight headshake, "Mm, as I recall, I made rather a fool of myself in the library at the time," and an apologetic look, "I.. am sorry about that." He might not quite know what he's apologizing for, but there it is. There's another faint smile, "I appreciate it." They're both worriers, really. At the mention of fleeing, B'ky actually laughs, the gentle sound echoing a little on the stone walls and ceiling. "You don't have to stay if it makes you uncomfortable, A'di," B'ky looking faintly amused and faintly embarrassed, "I do wish you would tell me rather than just.." he shakes his head. About dancing, B'ky shakes his head again, "If you say so," sounding more amused. Considering how reluctant the other rider always is to actually dance, B'ky does look a tad unconvinced. But he lets the subject drop, shifting again so that he's slumped lower against the shelf. "I hope you dance at the next lesson. Farial tells me it should be within the next sevenday or so," and he looks somewhat thoughtful, "I'm hoping Alisar will return.. it was rather a surprise to see the harper craftsecond at Fort." And here he does smile, "I believe he used to compose songs for the weyrlings.. I'm hoping he might continue dance lessons as well."
"You're not that much of a fool, I make myself more of a fool than you do." A'di grins and shrugs his shoulders, "Don't worry about it, I worry, you worry. we both worry." He grins a little and shrugs his shoulders, "I kinda have to this time." He laughs as he nudges the door with his foot, "Considering we're both locked in here today." Shoulders shrug, "I just leave 'cause I'm not sure what to do. I'll try and not run away anymore." He sighs, "I really do enjoy dancing, just, I get nervous. I worry about looking silly, I'm still not really good at it." He shrugs a little, "I dunno if I'll come to the lesson, it'll depend on if I'm busy or not, I probably could do with some actual lessons so I don't end up tripping over my own feet."
"Mm, then we're both fools, I suppose?" B'ky chuckles softly, "And we worry." There's a faint smile for the other bluerider, "We really are alike," shaking his head slowly. Grey eyes regard the door almost sheepishly for a moment, B'ky perhaps having forgotten they were still locked it. He sighs, rubbing the back of his head, and asking, "Is.. Dalasith still awake? Could you have him try again to find someone?" although now that it's even later.. the chances are slim anyone's still out in the bowl at this time of night. They really are going to have to spend the night in that closet. As if realizing this, B'ky looks around at the shelves, not getting up yet, but his gaze flickers over the various cleaning supplies. Not much to use as a pillow, really, besides a lot of dirty rags. He shakes his head, mumbling, "I should have offered to go down to the textile cavern." Of course, then A'di would probably have ended up locked in the storage closet on his own. Heh. He turns back to raise an eyebrow at the other rider, "Nervous?" and then B'ky tilts his head, "About looking silly?" And then the man has to smile slightly, "I hardly think you look silly when you dance." But B'ky shrugs, "Mm, at the last lesson, I believe two of the dancers fell over," he's trying not to smile, "I suspect we all looked rather silly."
A'di wraps his arms behind his head, "I guess so, we are a lot alike. We're both history nerds, we both love books, we worry." He chuckles quietly and wirls a finger around the cavern, "And we're both stupid enough to get locked in a closet." He snickers to himself as his eyes flicker over towards the other rider. "Dalasith?" He drifts off, his eyes going distant for a moment. "He drifted off, I don't think I can nudge him from sleep. I think he's curled up with that rock he made friends with." He chuckles quietly and shakes his head, amused at something or other from the dragon. "Yeah, nervous, I get nervous about dancing. I always feel like I'm going to make an idiot of myself." He snorts quietly to himself and can't help but laugh at the mention of the people falling over. "I probably would have ended up doing that myself." He stretches a little in the caverns, "Why couldn't we get stuck in that room with pillows? I'm starting to get sore."
B'ky has to laugh at that list of similarities - especially that last one. Still chuckling, he says, "I suppose we may be here all night, then," and he shakes his head somewhat sheepishly, slowly getting to his feet and stretching a little. There's a quiet, "Mmm," as he looks over the shelves of cleaning supplies.. and more cleaning supplies. With a sigh, the man murmurs, "I suppose there are worse places to spend the night… the kitchen pantry. Or the room full of glassware." Shaking his head slowly, B'ky moves to sit against a wall, leaning back and propping his arms up on his knees. "Avideth's still asleep," B'ky comments after a quiet moment, sighing and then running a hand through his hair. There's a longer look at A'di, B'ky considering for before saying, "If you wish, I could teach you somewhere you won't be seen?" and he chuckles, "The cavern of pillows, for instance." About being sore, B'ky nods in agreement, grey eyes flickering over the shelves as if he might spot a pillow lurking somewhere. With a faintly amused smile, he does offer, "You're welcome to lean on me. It's probably more comfortable than the floor." B'ky is helpful; he even offers to be a pillow! The wingleader himself leans back against the wall, shaking his head, "I just hope it's simply locked," indicating the door.
A'di looks at the shelves hopefully for a pillow, or a blanket, or something to be used for sleeping. Not finding anything to be used as a pillow he sighs quietly. "Sleeping on glass would be really bad, we'd probably end up slicing ourselves up before the night would be over…I suppose this isn't bad…it's just not that comfy." He sighs quietly as he pulls up his knees to prop his arms onto for a makeshift pillow. "I don't think I'd mind that, but it'd be too much of a bother on your part." On the subject of dancing. The bluerider quickly blushes at the invitation of leaning on B'ky, "I think that wold /definitely/ start rumors. Probably better if I just suck it up and sleep on the floor or something."
B'ky chuckles, shaking his head, "I almost did pass out in the glassware storage cavern," the man grimacing slightly at the memory, "I, ah, was rather drunk at the time. Thank Faranth K'shan found me." Although where he had ended up sleeping wasn't much better. Ahem. "I just hope the kitten doesn't take my weyr apart before the morning," he mumbles, rubbing his forehead. About the dance lessons, B'ky just sighs and shakes his head. Well, he'd offered. That blush, though, is noticed, B'ky probably not really having thought through what he'd said. He blinks at A'di, and then he starts to laugh, almost doubling over as he subsides into chuckles. "A'di, we're locked in a /closet/. I don't think the rumors could get much worse." Well, they probably could, but B'ky just looks amused, shaking his head again and slumping further down against the wall.
A'di shakes his head, "Thank Faranth I don't drink." A'di murmurs quietly, "At least not unless it has something to do with a flight. I still intend to move out of weyrs so I don't have to deal with those." He snorts quietly, ignoring the comment about K'shan, he's not going there. "I'm sure your weyr will be fine, or at least it'll be in a fixable state. Not like you can do anything about it right now anyway." He peers up as B'ky starts laughing, "What, you want them to find us fast asleep against each other? I thought you didn't /want/ rumors to start up about you, huh?"
B'ky grimaces slightly, "I don't either, honestly," about drinking. He sighs, frowning off at some spot on the ceiling, "I had.. a reason that night." Said reason remains unspoken, however, the bluerider simply looking unhappy for a while. About flights, he just nods; he's weyrbred, and not particularly bothered by that aspect of being a dragonrider. A'di does get a curious look, though. It's probably for the best that there's no comment about K'shan, really. That way lies awkwardness and embarrassment. Also angst. And there's been enough angst in the closet already. And about his weyr, B'ky simply sighs, "I don't think I had truly realized how much work it would be to own one," meaning the kitten. But the further questions have B'ky blinking and then laughing softly all over again, "You, ah, do have a point," he chuckles, "I suppose I hadn't thought of that." And the worst part is, he really hadn't. B'ky shakes his head, although he has to tease A'di, just a little, "Hm, and I thought you didn't care about rumors?" But he's clearly joking, his tone light. Another glance at the door and B'ky sighs tiredly, "I suppose it is my fault for not bringing a key with me."
A'di closes his eyes, lightly resting his head against the shelf with a soft sigh. "I need to meet more people." He mumbles half to himself, "It sucks being alone all the time." He frowns a little bit, "I don't mind flights, just the whole drama after the fact." A hand runs through his hair, "I think you'll have to be careful about mentioning your kitten around Dalasith, sooner or later he's going to want one for himself." He chuckles quietly in amusement. "I don't care about rumors, you're the one that's scared to death of them finding us locked in here."
B'ky turns to regard A'di, having heard those mumbled words, and looking momentarly startled. Thin eyebrows draw together, the man silent for a while. "You're not alone all the time, A'di," he says softly, although there is sympathy there. And then he just gets up and walks over to the other rider, and if A'di doesn't do something drastic, B'ky is going to give the other blueie a hug. So there. "I know how you feel," B'ky settles down against the wall again, not looking the slightest but embarrassed. About flights, B'ky arches an eyebrow, "There isn't always drama," and he half-shrugs. In regard to the kitten, B'ky does chuckle quietly, promising, "I'll try not to mention it around him." There's a faint frown, though, at the mention of being scared about rumors, "I'm not afraid of rumors, A'di," and B'ky closes his eyes, looking away, "I'm afraid of ruining things with K'shan." There. He said it. Although he has to sigh and mutter quietly, "If there is even anything there to ruin." Poor guy, has angst. Or something.
A'di will peer suspiciously at the other bluerider as he starts to get up and wander over. And suddenly A'di is flailing as B'ky hugs him, "What'd you do that for?" He dusts himself off, watching as B'ky retreats back to the wall. Peer. "Least you have K'shan." A'di mumbles half under his breath, snorting quietly to himself. "There's enough drama to want to avoid it, as far as I'm concerned." A'di situates himself back in his spot, "Good, I don't need more pets in my weyr. Or get my hair dyed again. Or maybe jump off a ledge because Dalasith wants me to learn how to fly." He rolls his eyes quietly, "Well, remind me to avoid you in the future then, so I don't ruin your relationship."
B'ky can't help smiling a little at A'di's reaction, saying simply, "You looked as if you needed it." There's a soft sigh, though, B'ky turning to regard A'di; with no other sounds in the closet, that mumbling is still audiable. B'ky is silent a moment before saying very quietly, "I wish I knew that I did." Because honestly? He /doesn't/ know. He seems to think a moment, sighing, as he mumbles, "There was a time, after I.. left my weyrmate, that I would have kissed you just now instead of just giving you a hug." Yes, he does look amused. B'ky shrugs slightly, about flight drama. B'ky is fairly undramatic. Drama is what happens to other people, apparently. Too bad he can't escape the angst. There's a headtilt as B'ky considers A'di amoment longer, then comments, "You do look good with green hair, A'di. If I weren't.." he stops himself, though. They /are/ alone in a closet; that's not really the sort of discussion he wants to get into right now. It's awkward enough already. Especially after that last part, B'ky frowning slightly, "If.. whatever is between myself and K'shan is ruined," the wingleader comments, shaking his head with another sigh, "It will be my fault, not yours." And he'll meet A'di's gaze if the other rider is looking his way, "And I would never sacrifice a friendship for something like that." And he means it.
The bluerider will continue to shuffle uneasily in his position, eyeing his clothes with a little frown pulling at his lips. "Well, maybe I did." A'di says softly, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I dunno…I don't know what's going on between you and him, but he seems to like you. But then, I try to keep to myself." A hand runs through his hair quietly. A soft blush tints his cheeks and he coughs into his hand, "Well…I suppose I'll take that as a compliment?" The blush only seems to deepen and he shuffles uneasily in his spot. "I…er…thanks." Another quiet cough. "Well, you are my friend. If things between the two of you get ruined, I could always try to help patch it up, even though I don't really know K'shan that well."
B'ky smiles at A'di, chuckling, "You did." He does sigh and say gently, if a bit more seriously, "If you ever do need a hug, or shoulder, A'di, you know I'm here." He's not trying to embarrass the other bluerider, honestly, but he means what he says. There's a quieter sigh, the wingleader running a hand through his hair as he murmurs, "I thought he did as well," about K'shan, "but recently.." and B'ky shakes his head slowly, "I don't know. It's been a long time since I've been.. as fond of someone." Of course, all that blushing over there has B'ky clearing his throat, faintly embarrassed now as well. "It was a compliment," he assures, although he glances off at the shelves, awkwardly clearing his throat again. Yay. Awkwardness in a closet? Or something. At that last part, B'ky smiles slightly, saying quietly, "I appreciate it."
Awkward is a very good word for what is going on in the closet. And considering A'di can't make a run for it, he has to sit and be social without being able to run off. The blush on his face only seems to get worse. "Erm…thanks but…I wouldn't want to endager your relationship…or cause rumors…or something." A hand rubs at the back of his head, sighing quietly. "Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe I could get some info out of him, or maybe I could be there if you go talk to him. I dunno, it's not really any of my business." He chews a little on his lower lip, "Well, I seriously doubt anyone's going to be coming for us. Might as well get some sleep. I'm going to miss my bed."
B'ky is silent a long time, regarding the shelves and avoiding looking at the other bluerider. Eventually though, he just sighs, "No…" and then he does look at A'di, "it's not something you should have worry about. Whatever happens between K'shan and I.. happens." A slight shrug, "I sometimes worry too much, I suppose. I apologize for that," and a hand is waved vaguely at the door, "Whatever rumors surface from this, I doubt he would care, in any case." And then he laughs, "Faranth, no, it's alright. I think I can handle my own relationships," chuckling to himself, "But I do appreciate it, A'di." B'ky nods in agreement about getting some sleep, though, leaning back against the wall and sliding down a little. He sighs, though he doesn't offer to be a pillow again. The other blueie is blushing enough already.
A'di nods his head a little as he curls up against the cold, hard stone of the floor and sighs quietly as he closes his eyes. "Alright, but if you need help…" He trails off quietly, with a little shrug of his shoulders, "I don't care about rumors. It's not like we chose to be locked in here. You hugged me, threatened to kiss me, that's about it. I don't think it's rumor-worthy." He chuckles to himself, "I'm not even sure I can handle my own relationships. I can't even get a relationship."
B'ky and A'di are locked in a storage closet. No, seriously. They've been here for /hours/, and the level of awkwardness in the air is nearly tangible. A'di is curled up by one wall, and B'ky is slumped back against the opposite wall, looking fairly embarrassed and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ah, I'm sure it will be fine," the Roc wingleader mumbles, and then about the rumors, he coughs, looking anywhere but in the direction of the other bluerider. He eventually does say, about relationships, "I'm not sure I understand them either," and he sighs. That locked door gets a look, the bucket that was holding it closed still lying there on the floor. It's late enough now that even the watchdragon might be snoozing - Avideth and Dalasith certainly are, though possibly someone might have heard their riders talking earlier.
The voice of a man and a woman can be heard from the other side of the closet door, arguing as they approach. The higher pitched voice, presumably the female, cuts in, "No, I /don't/ care /what/ Sheli said. There's no-one in there." The deeper voice really isn't /much/ deeper, more husky, "And I'm /telling/ you, Sheli saw more people /enter/ the lounge than are currently /in/ the lounge." "And I'm telling /you/, there's /no-one/ hidden away in here." "Oh yeah?" "Oh /yeah/. And I'll prove it!" the higher voice declares, and there's good old obliviously innocent A'mar, flinging the door open, and striding blindly in, his sister following. At the sight of A'di and B'ky, the woman turns to point accusingly at A'mar. "/Told/ you so!" In her haste, she's let go of the door, the door which she was holding open. Neither she nor A'mar even notice it close, too locked in their argument. A'mar again, "I don't /care/. You got us out of bed, for /this/? I'm," he turns back to the now-closed door. "er," he moves over and tugs on it, "out of here?" Nooope. His shoulders slump, and he turns back to the prior trapped blueriders, /ignoring/ his sister.
Another hopeful glance is given to the door before B'ky is stared at. "You're sure it's going to be fine. Right. We've been in here for hours. Seriously. Why couldn't we've gotten locked in that pillow room? At least it'd be comfy in there…" But this is something they've already discusseed. And as voices catch his attention, A'di immidiately pushes himself to his feet. But before he can rush to the door, it's opening to reveal A'mar and a female. "Hold the door o-" But his words are cut off as the door closes again, letting out a quiet groan as he slumps to the ground. "So much for that."
A'deo's voice comes muffled on the other side. "Wha? In here?" It's got a bit of a slurred sound to it. "I can 'ear voic-… I'm hurry'in I'm hurry'in… jeeze… Pushy." And at this A'deo pushes the door open. Sorta with his whole body, the thump of which signifying his enterance more than the actual openning. He stands there a moment, blinking at everyone and -very- red in the face. "Oh." His gaze surveys everyone. "B'ky!" And he stumbles forward, letting go of the door without a care and slumps against B'ky, an arm over his shoulders. "Heya sir! *hic* Oops… s'rry…" His breath smells rather strongly of alcohol. "Didja see my vy-a-lin? Th'guy said it was in here… 'e wass rather mean too." He looks around at the flurry about the door. "What? S'a door… it opens…" He stumbles towards it again, his hair uncharacteristically dishevelled and PULLS on the door. "Erm…" PUUUUULLLL. "Erm. B'ky? Wass'wrong with it?"
"Whatever happens, happens," B'ky says quietly, and then he shrugs. They /have/ already gone over the topic of pillows. B'ky sighs and shakes his head, "I'm not sure I would.. want to sleep on pillows that have been in storage for so many turns." At the sound of voices, B'ky is also rising, "We're in-" and then the two stride in.. and the door locks again. The man brings a hand up to rub his forehead, leaning back against the wall with a tired, "..here." He does regard A'mar a moment, as if unsure of what to say. "Ah, we're locked-" and then his wingsecond almost literally falls into the closet. B'ky starts forward, but doesn't get very far. He just stands there, blinking as he attempts at least to keep A'deo from falling over. "Er," comes his most intelligent thought, followed more swiftly by a frown, "A'deo, are you alr- ..drunk?" The Roc wingleader runs a hand through his hair, at a loss. He looks at A'di. And then at A'deo. And then A'mar. Sigh. "Is.. Caldoth awake?" Right, this closet? Just a little crowded now.
With all the people pratically falling into the storage closet, it's no wonder it's starting to get crowded. "Shards, so much for being rescued." A'di sighs quietly as he runs his hand through his hair. Right, he'll go crawl into a corner and resign himself to his fate of not being rescued. He runs a hand thorugh his hair and sighs quietly, resting his head against the wall to stare at the wall. The bluerider falls silent.
A'mar's sister does her best to look guilty, and is, for once, completely silent. A'mar almost looks relieved, except, he's trapped in a clos— "Hours?!" he stares at A'di, and then whips around to the door just briefly, and then back to A'di. "/Hours/?" Blink. Blink blink blink. "Shards, someone's gotta come soon, right?" There's an uncertain pause. "…right?" At A'deo's entrance, even A'mar tries to get to the door, sort of. He lunges, but he's also trying to avoid the clearly drunk A'deo, so he's … not even /remotely/ successful. "Cal..? Ohhh! Yes, yes, he's up." A glare is shot to that silent sister, and then A'mar's eyes unfocus, presumably asking Caldoth to get help. "Hey, hey, Caldoth will /get/ help. And warn not to close the door." he tries to reassure A'di, but his overly defensive tone is … probably not helping.
"Of all the idiotic…stupid…" Oh, that list keeps right on going. It's late, and K'shan really would prefer to be having a quick drink after his shift in the infirmary. But with a few girls rushing about, muttering about hearing voices, and /ghosts/, the greenrider has simply wandered off to the indicated closet with an irritable look about him. And people possibly keep going missing! Sighing, he turns the knob, and pushes the door open with a fairly raised brow, /staring/ at the crowded contents. "You have got to be kidding me." No, he doesn't look particularly amused, but then again, he also doesn't walk /into/ the closet, either. He has every intention of staying out of that death trap. "If any of you are naked, I promise I will kill you."
A'deo is still attached to the door. And as he stares back blearily at B'ky (or what would be a stare, he keeps blinking to keep his gaze somewhat focussed) the door opens under his hand. He shuffles back from it, tripping over the bucket. He waves his arms madly and falls over backwards, likely into someone. "Ow! Ugh…" He blearily gazes up at K'shan now. "Hey! You openned the door! B'ky! He openned th-… uh oh…" A'deo now looks pale rather than red, his gaze going from the people around him to some invisible point on the ground as he contemplates something unpleasant… like the senesation in his stomach. "Bucket! I need-" But he doesn't finish, reaching madly for the bucket and looking very ill. His fumbling fingers, however, are managing to push the bucket farther and farther away.
B'ky nods faintly in agreement with A'di, the man looking more exasperated than anything. Honestly, four blueies in a closet. A'mar's repeated question about hours, B'ky just mutters a flat, "Unfortunatly," and he nods about Caldoth, possibly about to suggest something when A'deo trips, and B'ky is suddenly attempting to catch the madly flailing wingsecond from falling backwards. "Thank Faranth," B'ky says when the door opens again, relief written across his face as he says quickly, "Don't let it close-" and then he sees who it /is/ and the wingleader goes bright as a redfruit. "/K'shan/?" he blinks, and brings a hand up to rub his forehead. "This isn't-" and then he's blinking at A'deo, "Bucket?" B'ky is tired and just a little bit slow, so the blank look he gives his wingsecond means he's going to be utterly unhelpful for the moment.
"Yeah. Hours." A'di confirms for A'mar, "We've been in here since…what, late afternoon, B'ky?" A'di asks of the other bluerider, a hand sweeps quickly through his hair as he pushes himself to his feet. He sighs quietly and quickly backs away as A'deo looses the contents of his stomach. Lovely, just what they needed. Thankfully, K'shan is by the door and is holding it open, yay for freedom! "We're not naked." Is A'di's only comment as he makes his way towards the door in a hurried fashion, lest it close and lock again. "B'ky, remind me to never leave the library again. Ever." Saftey in books. Though, the fact that K'shan is near the door has the bluerider pausing, he's not about to be the first one to explain just what happened while the door is locked, let alone to K'shan.
A'mar's expression on K'shan's appearance, on the /other/ side of the now open door? Gratefully terrified. He actually pats down his shirted chest, as if not entirely sure whether he's clothed or not, and he /never/ goes /anywhere/ less than fully clothed. At A'deo's fumbling for the bucket, A'mar looks a little pale himself, and he tries to make a run for it, attempting to duck under K'shan's arm. His sister, for her part, does try and kick the bucket /towards/ A'deo, but she's still stunned silent. Odds are that gossipy friend of hers will be getting an earful later, and not in the gossip sense, and also that A'mar's sister will have a new … 'appreciation' for keeping the closet gossip /in the closet/.
K'shan settles a hand on his hip, just looking a bit..well. Watching someone get ready to heave isn't exactly pleasant. Though being a healer doesn't seem to promote him wanting to go and aid the poor rider either. Alas, his diagnosis is…/drunk/. And therefore not needing of pity. "This isn't…what, exactly?" He eyes B'ky, but does at least continue to hold the door open. Hey, at least they're free now, right? "Oh /do/ drag him out of there before he makes a completely sloppy mess everywhere.." He sighs, free hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Still, he glances at A'mar and sister when they sneak out, giving a faint nod at them.
A'deo hasn't unloaded his stomach just yet… but not being able to get to the bucket might be a problem. And then… the bucket! It's coming right for him. He opens his arms wide to catch it, but it hits him in the face. "Ooph!" All thoughts of hurling are, for the moment subdued. He leans back against… is that someone's legs? He looks up, a blaring red mark on his forehead.. "B'ky! Hey… yuuu-" And with that, A'deo slumps over and vomits… in the bucket, thankfully. "Ugh…"
B'ky just sort of stands there for a moment longer, looking more than a little embarrassed, although A'mar's dash for the door has the wingleader moving foward as well, with a brief, awkward glance at A'di. He'll at least try to get A'deo out of the closet, pausing with a faint grimace when the other blueie gets hit in the head. Of course, B'ky can't get very far with the wingsecond suddenly leaning back against his legs. At least he doesn't get puked on. "For Faranth's sake," B'ky sighs, frowning down at A'deo, and then a glance at K'shan. "This isn't what it looks like," B'ky mutters, and then he runs a hand through his hair again, adding flatly, "We were locked in here," another grimace, "..by accient." Sigh.
As A'mar makes for the door, it's A'di's cue to finally make good on his escape. He quickly dashes past K'shan only looking back once he's safe away from the greenrider's wrath. A'di slumps against one of the chairs outside of the storage caverns, looking quite happy to /finally/ be out of the closet.
K'shan sighs softly, although he wrinkles his nose when A'deo does start puking finally. "Really, what exactly /does/ it look like?" He gives a rather expectant look at B'ky though, before he finally lets go of the door. Hey, if they want out, they're going to have to keep that door open themselves! "Honestly, how does /this/ many people end up locked in there? Should have your heads examined."
A'mar does /not/ look back once free, nope, he just hurries right on out, through the Living Caverns, into the Bowl, aboard a worried Caldoth, and up up and back to his Weyr. His sister scurries off likewise, though to a lower caverns destination. They may never set foot in the Lounge again.
A'deo groans quietly into the bucket. By the look of him it might be safe to say he's never been drunk before… but it probably didn't take much. He makes another pitiful noise, slumping over and curling up. He starts to shiver. Xaventh's mindvoice is distinctly concerned to anyone who will listen, but A'deo doesn't seem to really see much of the world around him anymore. Not even his wingleader with whom he was so pleased to see earlier.
B'ky almost flinches. He knows what it looks like, alright, though he manages to meet K'shan's rather expectant look with a rather exasperated one of his own. He doesn't bother to answer the question. There's a somewhat concerned glance at his wingsecond, as B'ky steps around the now curled up bluerider and catches the door before it closes. "Shardit, K'shan," he snaps, the past few hours having worn away somewhat - okay rather a lot - at his usual politeness. He spots A'di still /there/ on that chair, and mutters a tired-sounding, "Would you hold the door open while I pull him out?" and indicating the shivering wingsecond over there. To K'shan, B'ky frowns, "It only unlocks from the outside," and there's a look aimed at said door, before he mutters, "We didn't /know/ that and," there's a further exasperated look, as he shrugs. And then, B'ky really has to add, somewhat wryly, "I'm certainly not drunk." Now why would he say that? Ahem.
A'di peers between the two riders and sighs quietly, pushing himself to his feet. He mumbles under his breath as he grabs at the door, leaning against it in a quiet manner. "Yeah, sure. No problem. Door holder at your service." He rolls his eyes and wraps his arms across his waist, clearly he's not looking forward to watching whatever happens between the two.
K'shan just shakes his head a little bit, rubbing at the bridge of his nose somewhat. "Take him to the infirmary to sleep it off, would you? At least it won't leave him sleeping on the floor." Which probably isn't very good for one's health. He does at least peer back through the door again, brows furrowed slightly together as he glances at B'ky, then the downed and drunk A'deo. Though there's a slight smirk that twitches at his lips after a moment. "Oh, well if /you're/ not drunk… Can you get him, or do you need A'di to help you?" Because..no, the greenrider isn't carrying anyone.
A'deo sits up very suddenly to vomit into the bucket again. "Ugh…" He pauses over the bucket, holding onto it a little too much as his gaze rocks up to K'shan, then A'di… and after a blink and a head shake B'ky. He looks very meek and very delerious. "B'ky, sir… I'm sorry." And he slumps over again, passing out.
B'ky simply nods when A'di moves to keep the door open, completely missing that eyeroll. There's quiet sigh for A'deo's apology, "It's fine.." but the other bluerider is already passed out. Provided the door stays open, B'ky will simply lift A'deo and carry him out of the closet. At least he's careful, leaving the bucket of puke for someone else to deal with, for now. "I'll manage," B'ky mumbles about getting the wingsecond, and shaking his head. Once they're out of the closet, though, B'ky does nod to A'di, "Thanks," and a pause, the man sighing tiredly, "And I'm sorry about that," tilting his head back toward the closet. And then he nods to K'shan, "Infirmary, right." And that's where he'll go. But first, he sets A'deo on the ground well outside the closet, and turns to K'shan, saying quietly and rather irritably, "No, I'm /not/ drunk. And I'm glad to be out of there," and then he steps toward K'shan, the lack of sleep and worn away patience - especially after that particular conversation in the closet - making him perhaps decide to do something extremely unwise. "And I should have done this sevendays ago." He moves to grab Kash around the waist, fully intending to kiss him. Provided he doesn't get punched or worse. Heh. At least he'll have an answer.
"What are you talking abo—" K'shan mphs a little bit. Well no, he wasn't really planning on getting grabbed, or even kissed. Indeed, his eyes grow a little wide as he's quite suddenly accosted, although he thankfully doesn't hit B'ky. Hey, he's a bit tired, after all. Though he does grab just a little into the bluerider's tunic for a moment, before pulling himself quickly away. Embarrassed? Most definitely, by the look of things, clearing his throat. "Don't just dump him on the floor. Take him to the infirmary already."
With A'deo safely out of the closet, and nothing else keeping A'di there, it's time to make good on his leave. This time, he'll run all the way to his weyr and not look back. Flee!
Well. B'ky has his answer. And no, the blurider can't quite keep from smiling, just a little, after K'shan pulls away. He'll let go of the greenie, though, grey eyes most definitely amused as he moves back to collect A'deo with a quiet nod. He'll be gentle about it too, pausing only to watch A'di flee with one slightly raised eyebrow. There's a tired sigh, B'ky saying with a headshake, "I hope he's only drunk…" And off to the infirmary he will go. And if he's very lucky, he never /will/ have to explain what he was talking about. Ever.
K'shan shakes his head just a bit, sighing heavily. "If there's anything else wrong, they'll know." Healers do that sort of thing for a living, after all. Still, the greenrider looks plenty tired as it is, and promptly turns to head right back off again. Maybe a good bit of sleep will make it all go away.
*Credit for log title goes to Risner. >.>
*Image "Four Bluies In A Closet" by A'deo (aka lunatteo)
'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.
