~~*~~ Fort Weyr - Shenanigan's Lounge ~~*~~
The natural walls of this cavern haven been completely covered and replaced by straight and sometimes curving walls of brickwork. There's method to the madness of covering stone with stone. It's as simple as the electric buzz in the room. New grade electric lights dot the fancy brick worked walls, with wires cleverly hidden behind, allowing more focus to be centered on the rest of the room rather than the numerous strings of wire needed to operate the lighting. Each bulb roosts in a bronzed metal flowering fixture, giving the room a rich atmosphere. Still, the walls are not the only place which has stone on stone appeal. The floor has been run smooth, the surface now slate rock, creating an imperial cast.
Beyond the actual foundations of the lounge, the luxury continues. High backed wooden chairs with padded white seats have been stationed all around the room. Between the individual chairs are benches fashioned out of the same rich wood with pillows made to flatter the cushions. There are low lying coffee tables or end tables near the individual chairs, while there's larger dinning room sized tables with chairs to match scattered as well, giving much variety to those who find themselves in the room. Decorative hangings and framed artwork has been neatly hung around the room, but to offset the meticulous method of the room, there's some pieces that give a sporty feeling to the room - such as a fishing rod or a snow shoe.
Of course, the final appeal of the room comes in the form of it's purpose; athletic competition. There are several games of darts lining the walls, various decks of dragon poker cards available, a large velvet lined pool table centered to one side of the lounge, a mat area surrounded by ropes, and an area that keeps track of all the runner races around the world via radio signal, giving constant updates on the status of the runners. Lastly, there's a bar here, small and built with brick as well. There's usually a bartender on duty willing to mix drinks during the evening hours.

Games Available: Darts Pool
People: Casiella P'rius Polsie M'lo Ely N'drei
Objects: Shenanigan's Drink Menu
Obvious exits:
Living Cavern <LC> Dartboard Room <dar> Pool Table Room <PT> Closet <hide>

<OOC> P'rius says, "Hey, Ely's never hit Pral"
<OOC> M'lo says, "She split his lip, didn't she?"
<OOC> P'rius says, "oh! right >.>"
<OOC> Ely says, "Yeah. xD Cause he pushed her down the hill."
<OOC> P'rius says, "he did deserve it XD"
<OOC> Ely says, "He did. xD"
<OOC> M'lo snickers

N'drei waves to Ely and smiles, "Heya Ely," and she grins over at M'lo, "Oh thanks, I'm starved," she says and reaches for one then settles beside Pral and returns the kiss. "Nice to meet you, Polsie," she says in reply then she grins at Daniela, "Yes little love how are you?" she asks, "And how is your Puppy?"

<OOC> P'rius says, "if she makes the doll bark…"
<OOC> M'lo is letting Ely pose us all out. I'm pooped

Ely smirks a little as she glances at Polsie, "If you're not concerned my bad luck will taint the betting pool. Maybe. I'm not really against a little light betting here and there, myself. But … " She shrugs, her shrug a smooth movement and her posture full of confidence and some of her Bitran heritage, " … if it's worth my while, I may toss a few marks into the pool." She glances sidelong at P'rius and rolls her eyes again, "Like I'd beat my child, even if you didn't mean physically." She reaches a hand out to snag the glass of juice M'lo offers her and takes a few long drinks - perhaps she's only just realized she hadn't bothered to eat or drink anything yet. "It is," she manages to reply once she's no longer drinking juice, "I think the actual birthing is a bit more thirst-enducing, though, I must say." She sets the glass down onto the table and ruffles Daniela's hair, "Maybe if daddy sees how well you are taking care of Puppy he'll consider letting you get a real puppy sooner? But then you wouldn't have any time left to be my helper." Daniela only has a split second or two to look crestfallen when Eldann's whimpers start into a full-on cry. "Shells," Ely murmurs, trying to rock the baby back into sleep but to no avail. She shoots M'lo a look as she stands up, "I think you made him hungry with all your talk of breastfeeding." She lets out a sigh, "The girls need to get ready for a nap, anyhow, before dinner." She lifts a hand briefly to wave, "Nice to see you all again." With M'lo's help, she manages to get the girls and their drawing supplies packed up. Further goodbyes are sent out from the entire party, bar Eldann who just wails piteously, and the family makes their way out of the room.

<OOC> Ely says, "Spammalicious … but there you go."
<OOC> Ely snugs. Thanks for the RP everyone!
<OOC> P'rius says, "thanks to you, too"
<OOC> Casiella wishes she'd gotten here earlier. *snugs Ely and M'lo*
<OOC> Polsie says, "Thank both of you!"
<OOC> M'lo says, "Thanks for the scene!"
<OOC> M'lo snugs and poofs

P'rius waits until Milo and Ely leave to flag down a member of the staff and order something with actual meat in it. Darius slides his picture towards his mother, a purplish splotch with legs, head, neck, and tail alongside a similar greenish one, "It Zheef 'n' Sheefuf, mama." His little voice is ecstatic. Isn't she so proud of him? Pral just leans back in his chair with a small sigh, "How was your day, love? No serious injuries, I hope?" Once his wherry sandwich arrives, he takes a big bite before asking, "How are you liking the Weyr, Polsie?"

Casiella sidles into the room just after M'lo and Ely have gone, evidently having greeted the pair and their gang outside. Now, though, she's just looking for a drink and some relaxation. She wanders her way in slowly, not seeing any familiar faces, and frowns a bit. Maybe it's time she expanded her Fortian circle, anyways. She orders a drink from the bar, taking in the sights, and ends up seated not far from P'rius and Polsie, taking small sips of her drink as she examines the walls and the decor.

N'drei smiles down at Darius after waving to her brother and his family and she nods, "I love it, Darius, it is a wonderful drawing.." and she beams at him. She waves to Casiella since she's sitting close and then shakes her head, "No, an okay day.. nothing horrible, thank goodness.. hate those days.."

Polsie tosses a good-natured salute at the departing M'lo, Ely, and offspring, attention drifting for a time towards the food in her hands. P'rius's question finally shakes her out of her stupor, and she considers the question, fingers tapping lightly on the sliver of remaining sandwich. "I'm liking it a lot, as a matter of fact. For one, I'll swear it's much warmer here than it was at Telgar, for all that we're higher up. But it's been real nice all 'round, really. Got a lot more freedom than I had at the Hall, and Weyrwoman Galina gave me a real interesting project that I've been having some fun with. Repairing a bunch of old junk from the corners of the Weyr, y'know?" The girl's eyes catch N'drei's wave, and she peers over at Casiella with interest. Shooting a glance at M'lo's abandoned sandwich stack, Polsie offers, "There's free food over here, ma'am, if you're interested."
P'rius takes a long drink of klah, which is also freshly delivered, and nods, "That's a relief, at least." He eyes the sandwich for a moment, then nibbles a bit more while Polsie talks, nodding lightly, "Fort is a great place… but the snow'll blanket us by the end of the month, then you'll know cold." He turns, noticing Casiella as the two women point her out. His eyes linger on her knot for a moment, then he murmurs, "Fort's duties to Ierne and her Queens."

Casiella looks up, almost startled. At P'rius' formality, she blushes noticeably, then quips, "there aren't many. With it being a Weyrhold and all. But my thanks. Ierne's duties to Fort and her Queens." The traditional formality comes out … almost distractedly. "I'm not too terribly hungry, thank you." But she does grant Polsie with a rare half-smile. "New to the Weyr, are you? Fort's a nice place, isn't it?"

N'drei is caught up with the little one for a moment, touching his hair and then reaching for him, "Come let momma hold you a minute," she says as she wriggles her fingers toward the little boy. She grins over at Casiella then nods her agreement to Posie, yup, free food! Well..it's all free. "Fort is wonderful..even when frozen.." she says, though her eyes return to Darius.

"Snow's one thing. It's wind I hate." Polsie pulls a face and gives a small little shudder, before her amiable smile returns. At the mention of Ierne, her eyebrows lift slightly, and a look of renewed polite curiosity is sent Casiella's way, though she merely answers the older woman's questions. "Yes'm. Apprentice Polsie, Smithcraft, got posted here a sevenday back. I'm liking it lots, thanks." She shifts her attention to P'rius and N'drei. "How bad *is* that snow, though? Had I better brace myself for endless shoveling?"

Darius is more than glad to crawl into mom's arms with a bright, "Mama!" Pral nods, "The wind can get bad from day to day, but it's never horrendous too long." He glances at Polsie, "I think the worst I've seen is a couple of feet. The skating's good, but you gotta make sure the ice is frozen well." Ahhh, memories.
Casiella nods. "Casiella. Calanth is mine, and," she nods to P'rius here, "we're from Ierne, but looking to make a transfer north." 'To a real Weyr' isn't said, but is implied. "The last time I wintered in Fort, it wasn't too terribly bad. Calanth had quite a time, playing in the snow." Casi's tone suggests that snow doesn't hold quite the same appeal for the rider that it does for the dragon. "And, you're smithcraft, lass. I wouldn't think they'd have you doin' too much drudgework when there's smithing to be done."

N'drei curls her arms around Darius then smiles, "I think..it's time this one gets home and to bed.." she says idly as she smiles up at Polsie, "Oh.. it's pretty heavy during the snow season.. and icy.." she adds with a glance to Pral. She stands up and rests one hand on Pral's shoulder, then kisses him on the cheek, "We'll see you at home later..it was nice to meet you," she says with a look to both the other women nearby then she's off!

"Skating?" Polsie sounds slightly dubious. "Never learned to do it, though I guess I could learn if it's popular here." Casiella gets a good-natured look of skepticism. "Really? 'Cause my experience is, apprentices get to do *plenty* of shoveling, come winter. Though -" a strategic look crosses her face "- I s'pose it might be different now, with me being posted out. That'd be *nice*. Anyway, uh, good luck with your transfer? Don't really know a thing 'bout how all that works." She gives the departing N'drei a little salute, then turns her attention to polishing off the last of her sandwich.

P'rius pulls Darius' drawing in front of him, "Casiella? You impressed at Xanadu, didn't you? My friend Jayashri and I would /love/ to find out about the clutches you witnessed there. We've been working on a database for a few turns now. Trying to get pictures or sketches of the eggs in with the hatching records." He stands as Wyn starts to leave, nodding to each of the other two women, "Sadly, I've got some paperwork to finish before I get to go back to our weyr and I should probably get on that. It was nice meeting both of you, though."
Casiella headtilts, look at P'rius again, more closely. "I did. I did indeed. Almost twenty Turns ago." Her voice drifts off for a moment, and she gives the man a shrewd glance. "I would be happy to talk to you. Have your dragon bespeak Calanth when you have the time, and we would be pleased to share what we remember with you. Clear skies." She turns back to Polsie with a chuckle. "Oh, I never said Apprentices don't get the short end of the stick, just that you're in the Weyr, and the Weyr has folks who are assigned to shoveling. Candidates, if they have them, and other youngsters. I'm sure your Master will be able to find other things for you to do." N'drei, too, got an absentminded nod and a murmured "clear skies".

"Good evening to you, sir, and good luck with your paperwork!" Polsie accompanies this with a small wave, then redirects her attention to Casiella, settling herself more comfortably in her chair. "Didn't even think of that, ma'am! That's a lucky break for me, and no mistake; I'd rather repair a shovel than use one." Amiably, the girl adds, with a hint of a giggle, "Makes me doubly glad I got posted out. Even if I only wanted Fort in the first place 'cause the Weavercraft's so close."

Casiella takes a small sip of her drink, but she noticed that mention of the Weavercraft. The only telltale, though is her gaze sliding sideways to Polsie. "Does your family have a history in Smithcrafting?" She asks, curiously - though, she's remarkably off-handed, too.

Polsie nods, smiling. "Sure do, ma'am. My mam's Senior Journeywoman Beralsia, she's a civil engineering specialist." The girl's mouth quirks at the thought of her mother, though all she says out loud is, "Though I don't think I'll be designing bridges myself. Repair's where my interest lies."

Casiella nods, thoughtfully. "Indeed, most of that has a tendency to run in the family." She smiles at the lass. "Dragonriding, for instance, runs in my family… Well, at least, it runs as far back as my parents." Polsie gets a more genuine smile this time. "What interest does the Weavercraft hold for you?"

"I dunno that it's genetic so much as my parents pushing pretty hard about joining a craft," Polsie says, with another private half-grin. "Don't think there are riders in my family, though I don't know most of my mam's side all that well. My da's side lives mostly in Southern Boll, though - he's a Weaver himself. So's my granny, and she's posted at the main Hall, so it's real nice to be so nearby. Plus," her everpresent smile widens into a grin, "I like clothes! And I'm figuring being so near the Hall'll improve my chances of dressing well."

Casiella stares for a moment into her glass, then takes a sip of her drink. "I see." There's a possibility she's disappointed - maybe she thought the youngster was hiding something exciting like a love interest nearby. Ah, well. "It is good to be near your grandparents, when you can. And I didn't necessarily say
'genetic'," the woman does trip a little over the word - it's not really one she uses every day. "I just said it runs in the family. Nature and nurture, you know."

If Polsie was hiding a love interest, would she mention it? Well, possibly - teenage girls aren't generally known for their discretion. The girl considers Casiella's words for a moment, then nods thoughtfully. "*That's* true enough, I s'pose. No idea if I woulda picked Smith if I hadn't been raised by my mam, for example - most parents don't give their little 'uns math puzzles for entertainment, but she did. Primed the pump a bit. Though it didn't take so well with my brother and sister, so I dunno."

Casiella shrugs. "Different people are gifted different ways," she says with a smile. Though, her eyes have gone distant in that 'hold please, dragon talking' kind of way. "For instance, I never had a craft, except for Calanth. She's a work of art." But her tone might be a little facetious as she rises, handing her glass - empty but for some ice - to a passing server, who whisks it away. "You are well met, Polsie, but I'm afraid Calanth has called to tell me she requires my attention. It seems we're late to meet one of my charges for an Egg Touching they're holding over at Ista Weyr, and I would be in a great deal of trouble if I were to miss that. I hope we will meet again soon?" She gives the girl a raised eyebrow, obviously offering another chance to sit down and chatter.

"Ah! Well, my compliments to Calanth, ma'am, and don't let me keep you." Polsie sketches a salute, then gives Casiella a warm smile. "Sure thing, ma'am. I'm generally around and about here, and it's always nice to speak to someone who'll tolerate my chatter." Offer clearly accepted. The girl stretches slightly in her seat, and reaches into a vest pocket to pull out a piece of paper. "I've got a bit of work to do myself, anyhow. Good evening to you!"

Casiella nods genially, and continues on her way, smiling a bit to herself.

'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.