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.

It is late, far past dinner and about the time when people begin to head to bed or begin to start their routine in heading towards bed. Deitra is not among those heading in that direction as she is still quite firmly planted in her seat in Shenanigan's. She is at her normal place at the bar, one can imagine that her name must be in the stool she sits on for how often she frequents that one spot. A drink is near by, but not anywhere close to being empty as she has gotten distracted with talking with someone who is settled near by. The topic doesn't really stay on any one thing in particular, drifting between various things that really aren't likely to make sense. After a moment, the man is paying his tab and then taking off, leaving the hunter alone with her drink.

Late night is just when the party really begins for Shena, at least when she doesn't have to work the next day. Apparently, now is one of those nights. She makes her entrance in a colorful outfit that's about as minimal as the cold winter Fort temperatures will allow, a bright smile on her face as she makes a beeline to the bar. "Who wants to buy me a drink?" She calls out as she hops onto a barstool near Deitra, a challenge apparently offered to all the aseembled drinkers.

There are likely a few takers to that offer, mostly men who have been drinking quite awhile. One does meander up to place the marks on the table and Deitra merely grins in his direction. "You should pay a bit more." She pins him with a singular look, smiling and a few more marks are added to the pile. Her head inclines in a thanks before she turns attention to her friend. "That should be 'nough ta get you drunk if yer wantin', Shen. But, he'll probably want ta follow you out if yer gettin' ta that point."

Shena smiles gratefully at the men who offer up the cash to fuel her night's drinking. She wastes absolutely no time in investing a good chunk of it in a pitcher of ale. She beams at Deitra, quite pleased with herself. "That's okay. I'll just pretend I'm going home with you to deter them." She says with a little laugh. "How are you?"

"Nah. I think most've 'em know I ain't inta women by now. Had one tryin' ta get me ta leave with her once." Deitra chuckles softly, "but, ta save you, I'll carry you out and claim yer far too drunk ta be good ta anyone." She winks pleasantly at her friend then lifts her drink to her lips. "Better'n I was in the infirmary. All healed up, for the most part. Got some bruisin' still, but, ain't nothin' that'll keep me down. Y'know how stubborn I am." With that, she takes a drink. "And how're you?"

Shena grins and snaps her fingers. "Awww. Well, your plan works just as well, I suppose. Hopefully nobody's persistant enough to go past that." She gets herself a glass poured from her new pitcher, and begins guzzling away. "I'm good. Settling back in, mostly. Forgot how shardin' cold it is here. Gotta be bundled up everywhere."

Deitra laughs loudly, "sorry, Shen. I don't think they will, most've 'em know I got a mean right hook." Her hand lifts and she pops her knuckles some, "they ain't goin' ta push 'less they want ta kiss my fist." Grey eyes dance with delight and then she finishes off the rest of her drink, settling the glass upon the bar. "It ain't that cold, yer just gotten ruined by all the warm elsewhere. In a few Turns yer goin' ta be back ta normal. Not bundlin' up so much right away helps with that, I've been hearin'. Wait until the snow is worse."

Shena laughs along with her friend, beaming happily. "I've missed you, you know? It's amazing how little you've changed since we were small." She leans on the bar, sipping more from her glass. "But what if I want to go swimming? The lake's frozen over. That's when you know it's way too cold."

"Yeah. There's very little that's changed, bein' that 'm still prankin' my foster mother." And that woman simply /loves/ her foster daughter's pranks. "I think the main thing that's really changed 'bout me is that I got /boobs/." Deitra laughs and beams at her friend, "glad yer back." Grey eyes roll upwards at the mention of swimming before the hunter laughs. "Well, you could tuck yer knees in and try ta swim in the bathing caverns. Or just wait until the lake thaws. But you know that water's still goin' ta freeze yer nipples off if yer used ta the warmer water."

"Funny how much the boobs change things though, isn't it? I sure couldn't get away with free drinks for the evening before I had them." Shena notes with a glance at the remaining marks in front of her on the bar, grinning. "And you can't really swim in the bathing caverns. That's soaking, not swimming. Not the same. Couldn't somebody heat an outdoor pool around here? I visited Eastern a while back, they have a hot tub in their living cavern. Now that's living."

"Yeah. No shit, it's like growin' them means yer getting' a free ticket ta everythin' if the man is drunk 'nough. But sometimes they get in the way. Price you gotta pay, I figure." Deitra leans in to rest her elbow on the bar, propping her chin up with her hand. "Nah. You can't, but it'd be funnier ta see." Another grin is beamed and grey eyes briefly drift away in consideration of some of the other patrons before resettling upon her friend. "Wouldn't somethin' inside be better? No havin' ta worry 'bout the snow or freezin' as soon as yer out of the pool." Brows lift at the mention of what Eastern has to offer and a whistle follows. "I think that's crazy. What, do they eat and soak at the same time or somethin'?"

"They get in the way more in your line of work than mine, I imagine. For woodworking they're more of a tolerable annoyance. A good bargain on the whole, I'd say." Shena says with a little giggle. "Hmmm. Maybe they should just add a heated pool deep enough to swim in over in the bathing caverns. That'd work well."

"Mm. Have ta strap 'em down sometimes. Got a lotta movin' around — what d'you do in woodworkin' anyway?" The hunter peers carefully at her friend as if trying to find out some great mystery by simply looking before she's looking towards the barkeep and gesturing for a refill. "Maybe. Ain't there some hotspring or somethin' providin' water for the pools? Bet they can just carve somethin' like a pool in there. I ain't a smith, maybe it won't work. Oh!" Deitra grins widely, "maybe we can try ta talk the new Weyrleader inta lookin'' inta it."

Shena looks thoughtful and intrigued, tapping her chin with her finger as a grin slowly spreads across her lips. "You know, that's a great idea. A big heated swimming pool. That's exactly what this place needs for winter recreation. We should suggest it." She empties her first glass, and starts in on a second. "I do all kinds of things. Mend fences. Structural repairs. Make furniture. Medical supplies. Even art pieces, once in awhile."

"'m full of great ideas." Not the most conventional, or the smartest, at times. Deitra hums thoughtfully, "figure we can find him at some point and give the idea ta him. I heard he's from Western, meanin' he's got ta be /cold/. A heated swimmin' pool will likely catch his attention, bein' as he wants ta enjoy what he had in Western, right? Perfect plan." Her drink is brought over and she nods her thanks to the barkeep before peering back at her friend. "Sounds like easy, uninterestin' work. Maybe you could do more sculpture like woodcarvin'. That'd be interestin'."

"Exactly. Maybe we can talk him into souping up the heating system in general here. I bought all kinds of fancy clothes with my apprentice wages. Now I find I don't have the chance to wear anything except my heavy coats and scarves… anyways, you're right, a lot of it is pretty boring. The sculpture is interesting. I like working with furniture, too. There's an artistry to that. You can craft pieces that really make a space into a home worth living in. Fence repair isn't quite so fun."

"I think that'd be somethin' ta ask him ta talk ta the tech crafter 'bout. We have one right now, I think we're waitin' on others? Ain't sure 'bout the whole story, but, something ta consider. Fort ain't got the biggest number of tech crafters, 'pparently most of 'em hate the cold." Deitra rolls her shoulders, grinning easily. "Poor things." Her head tilts in consideration of her friend, "well, when summer comes 'round, you can wear 'em, but I just won't be for awhile. Or, just try not ta go outside as much." Her hand lifts to brush some stray hair from her face. "Hn. Furniture is nice, would like ta see somethin' you've made. When I get my cabin, I should commission my furniture from you."

Shena pouts a little. "But I like going outside. And swimming outside. Why can't Fort be just the way Fort is, but maybe with more warmth and fun outdoorsy stuff? The heat is definitely the most important issue, though." Definitely a little whiny. More ale goes down. "I'd be happy to make you some pieces, of course. I can help you build the place too, if you need it."

"Because Fort is Fort. Ain't nothin' we can do 'bout the weather. I happen ta like the cold, and there's plenty ta do in the cold. Like snowball fightin', sleddin', skatin'. Y'know, winter like things. Yer keepin' warm by movin'." A chuckle and she takes another drink. "Yer goin' ta have ta get used ta the winter at some point." Deitra's smile grow wider at her friend's offer and there's certainly a nod. "That'd be great. Once I save up 'nough marks ta do it, I'll let you know."

"It's hard to wear cute clothes for sledding and skating. Plus I've completely forgotten how to skate. I tried the other day, kept falling over. I think I still have bruises." Shena rubs at her hip, wincing a bit and downing more ale. "Well, come see me when you do. I'll give you a good deal."

"Why're you needin' ta wear cute clothes, anyway?" Deitra wrinkles her nose at the other woman, "ah. Yer goin' ta get used ta it again. I'll help you if yer wantin'. I can spot you ta keep you from fallin' too much. Bruises just make you stronger, Shen." Another drink from her glass and then she downs the rest, settling the glass back down but not ordering another. "I will. Yer the best, really."

"How else am I supposed to stand out? Only so much of my natural charm can shine through when stifled by that many layers of clothes. Some boy I didn't know said as much to me the other day. Then he said at least I wasn't 'too fat'. Then his girlfriend pelted me with snowballs. I guess she's your 'boyfriend's' sister." She has another drink, then beams widely. "You're the best, too. I'm glad we're friends."

There's a loud bout of laughter from her friend, "clothin' ain't got nothin' ta do with charm, woman. Charm is how you are, ain't got nothin' ta do with what you wear. Just be yerself and you should be fine." Her brows lift slowly, shrugging her shoulders. "Yer not goin' ta know how fat anyone is when they're wearin' clothes, either. Miki?" There's a soft snicker, "she's got a good arm. She helped me start a snowball fight. She was probably just tryin' ta have fun." Deitra smiles at her friend, "she cleared it up anyway, he ain't callin' himself my boyfriend anymore." Fingers tap along the bar and she nods. "Me too."

"Miki, yes, that was her name. Seems to have a lot in common with her brother. Though I'm glad to hear he's leaving you alone now. Seemed like a bit of a creep." Shena says with a little laugh. "Mmm. Well, I suppose I'll just have to find a way to be charming while inside fifty pounds of bundled cloth."

"Nah. Miki's a lot nicer, and easier ta deal with. He's crazy, 'm hopin' that he tones it down at some point." A shake of her head and she dismisses that topic. "You'll manage. Yer not some quiet person that rolls over and lets things happen, so you'll find a way ta get yerself noticed and ta be charming." With that, Deitra orders another drink and the conversation goes on through the night, free and easy as friends catch up and get to know one another all over again.

'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.