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.

Out of the way of many people sits a regulation sized table carved of the finest oak, the wood polished to a deep, rich shine. Brass accents and pearl inlay add an aura of refinement to this table. The deep green felt is lush and unmarred, and the balls are made of the finest ivory, the colors on them bright and arresting. A glass cabinet on the wall holds a few cues, finely carved as well. It is apparent that the owner of this table intensely enjoys the game, and takes it very seriously as well.

Milodann's never been in this room, before. And it's only reasonable, since he played darts the other night, that he come into here and see what all the fuss is about. It's rather early in the morning, and Milo's skipping out on his self-assigned dishwashing duties today to finish up a few pictures he's working on. Sometimes, though, inspiration is elusive, so he's in here, killing time until he feels more like drawing. He's standing in front of he pool table, looking curiously at a pool cue and the neatly racked triangle of brightly colored balls. He looks… clueless, but interested.

Pralius enters not far behind Milodann, peering at teh pool table as well, "I /think/ we're supposed to hit the balls with the wooden sticks…"

Considering that A'di's usually in one of two places these days: the closet, or the archives, it's rather surprising to suddenly see him making his way into the pool table. "Maybe I made a wrong turn…" He trails off, a hand running idly through his green hair. But then, there's people in here and that catches his curiosity. "Oh, hello. Were you playing a game?" The short bluerider slowly and cautiously towards the pool table, his brows furrowing tightly in thought.

Milo turns and blinks at Pralius. "Oh, hey, Pral," he says. "Yeah, I think we are. Have you ever played this, before?" He looks at the balls again. "What are those made of, anyway?" he asks to no one in particular. When A'di enters, Milo grins at him. "Uh, no, not really. I've never played before, and I was just trying to figure out how this game works. Do you know?"

Exploring, that's what he's doing. Since A'tien's taken up the position as Weyrlingmaster, he might as well do a little exploring, right? Especially if he's going to be able to track down weyrlings who are wasting their time. "This is interesting," the bronzerider mumbles as he makes his way into the room, his eyes slightly darting around the room, and then he spots the small group. He makes a quick mental note: popular spot before offering a little wave. "Er…hi." Not very social, this one.

Pralius looks up as first A'di, then A'tien enter behind them, "Um… hey, we were just considering playign a game of pool… either of you riders know how? Do you hit the balls with the sides of the sticks or the ends?"

A'di idly rubs at the back of his head as he considers the balls on the tables, "I think I read about it in a old book once." A'di mumbles to himself, his eyes going distant for a moment or two. "I think you have to hit the white ball at the others and then hit the balls in order? I'm not exactly sure myself, I should have payed a bit more attention to it when I was reading…" He drifts off and stuffs his hands into his pockets with a little shrug of his shoulders.

"Hello, A'tien," Milo says cheerfully. "You ever play this game, before?" He doesn't seem daunted by the fact that this is the first time he's ever held a pool cue, before. "It's called pool. Though why, I have no idea. No water involved, as far as I can tell. Unless…" he picks up the cue ball and shakes it near his ear, listening for sloshing sounds. "Nope. Solid." He puts it back precisely where he found it. He examines his stick closely. "Well, these balls are hard. Seems like if we were hitting them with the side of the stick, there'd be, like, dents and stuff." He touches a finger to the chalky tip. "I bet we hit it here. Why's it chalky?" Experimentally, he tries holding the stick a few different ways, and eventually settles on a rough approximation of the proper method. "Well, I'll give it a go," he says, and thrusts the stick forward so that the end connects with the white ball.

A'tien quickly looks from one, to the other, and then back again, letting out a nervous chuckles. "I…er…no?" The bronzerider looks over his shoulder hopefully at the door, he hadn't been expecting to have to play himself. The bronzerider falls quiet as he makes his way to the table, nodding his his head slightly in agreement, "I think you hit the white ball…not sure after that." A'di gets the most of his attention…green hair. Stare.

Milo's shot is crazy — the cue ball cracks into the triangle of other balls, and sends them scattering every which-way. Nothing sinks.

Pralius picks up another pool cue and moves towards the table as Milodann breaks the initial set, "Hmmm… I bet I can sink that reddish one…." He leans down and tries to glance the cue off of the red 2 ball.

A'di runs a hand through his hair as he watches the balls scattering. He shifts a little warily on his feet, as if expecting a rouge ball to come straight for his head. That'd just be his luck.

Milo sighs and randomly hits the cue ball again, which glances off a few balls before rolling into a side pocket. "Eh," he says, sounding unimpressed. "I really should ask someone to teach me, who knows that they're doing." He props his stick against the table and leans against the wall, arms crossed. "So what's up with you gentlemen?" he asks them, flashing another friendly grin. "Anything new?"

A'tien looks from one, to the other, and then back again as he chews on his lower lip. "I…er…nothing much?" He coughs quietly into his hand and shuffles on his feet. He turns again to stare at the bluerider's green hair before shaking his head, not polite to stare, ahem. A'tien makes his way over to the pool table, picking up one of the sticks. "So…I just…hit this thing into the other things?" Poor clueless Artie. He'll try and hit the white ball into the other balls, but nothing comes out of it except for nudging a ball slightly towards a corner.

Pralius shrugs, then makes another attempt at sinking a ball, only to hit the white cue ball too hard and send it flying across the room. He blushes deeply as he retrieves it, "News flash. These things are dangerous." He chuckles, then, "Nothing new here, just the usual."

A'di nervously fidgets with his hair, as if he's semi-aware of the staring from the other rider, "B'ky convinced Dalasith." That should be explination enough for why his hair is colored…right? And as one of the balls goes flying, A'di's quickly taking cover on the floor, "Meep!" Oh, right, his turn. The bluerider slowly edges towards the pool table, quietly eyeing the killer balls. He taps the white ball with the pole, watching it only go a couple of inches before retreating. Killer pool table.

Milo chuckles. "Well, that conversation's quickly done, then," he says sarcastically, and rolls his eyes a little bit, grinning. "Come on. Nothing to talk about?" He tilts his head from one side to the other, thinking of his own conversation topic. "I…" A'di dives to the floor as the ball goes flying, and Milo side-steps, though it's not really anywhere near him. "Yeah. I'm gonna wait until someone can tell me how /not/ to damage property and people." He laughs. "It was bad enough in the dartboard room the other night. I think we really hurt that guy." He winces at the memory. "There really should be some kind of sign posted about, like, staying behind the line. What idiot walks in front of a dartboard when people are playing, anyway?"

There'll be a quiet, "I see," for A'di's explination. But A'tien does allow himself another glance, making a quiet mental note to discuss dyed hair with weyrlings when there is some. "People were stepping in front of the dart game?" His brow slowly goes up as he considers Milo, a hand running through his hair, "That's kind of silly, unless you were aiming for him? I'm sure he's okay, the healers will look after him." The bronzerider slowly shakes his head, "Just…I've been busy with coming up a Weyrling progam, I haven't really had the time for much else." A hand waves to the room, "This is the first chance I've gotten to explore."

Pralius coughs quietly, "He's well-fellised at the moment… Of course he claimed you guys were aiming for him, too…" The white ball is hit again, this time so tamely it barely moves, then he glances at A'tien, somehow still either missing or ignoring the green hair on A'di, "Oh, that's right, you're the Weyrlingmaster… how are the weyrlings doing right now?" topic change, ho!

"I'm not in the closet?" A'di supplies helpfully, a sour look coming to his face. "I swear on my dragon's name that I'm /never/ going /anywhere/ near that sharding closet ever again." The last time was awkward enough as it is. He coughs quietly into his hand, not going there. "I think he's right," a hand motions to Milo, "Perhaps we should wait until there's someone here to teach us how to play…" Because he doesn't want to get hit in the head with a pool ball.

"Yeah, well. Mostly they were just standing off to one side. But when you throw a dart," Milo mimes doing just that, "Sometimes it bounces off the metal part and then hits someone. I almost hit a firelizard once, too." He shrugs. "It was fun, anyway. Moydeo won." He looks indignant. "Pral, believe me, we were /so/ not aiming for him. His own stupid fault for being there. I mean, come /on/!" He seems glad for the change of topic, too. He suddenly rubs his stomach. "You know what? I totally forgot to eat breakfast. I'm gonna go do that. You guys have fun. Or something!" Milo chuckles and makes his way out the door.

A'tien arches his brow ever so slightly at A'di, "Closet?" He asks, no…wait…he doesn't want to know. He coughs quietly into his hand. "Err…yes, I'm the Weyrlingmaster." A'tien says softly, his eyes flickering to the knot on his shoulder, as if making sure it's still there. Yup, still there. And then Milodann is leaving, and A'tien offers a little wave to departing man, "Erm…bye."

Pralius blinks, "Didn't think you did… uh bye" and Milo's gone! Pralius glances at A'di for really the first time, one eyebrow nearly meeting his hairline, "Ummm… closet? Apparently I missed a memo…"

A'di looks from A'tien, to Pral, and then back again. He coughs quietly into his hand, "You didn't hear the rumors? B'ky, myself, and two other blueriders got locked in the closet the other day. K'shan had to get us out." And he won't even mention the last time when he ended up in the closet, the bluerider's blushing just thinking about it.

A'tien just stares at the bluerider, a brow dissapearing into his hair. Right. "You got locked in…the closet? With four other people?" His eyes flicker to Pralius, as if asking if the other believed what he was hearing. "I think I might have heard something about people having to be rescued…but I didn't think it was true?"

Pralius coughs, probably stifling a chuckle, "I'd heard, just… yeah." He peers a little, "That's quite the blush for a mere locked-in-the-closet incident… I know I didn't have to treat anyone for hypothermia…"

"Nothing happened!" A'di's quick to reply. At least…not that time. "We just…were talking, and the door closed on B'ky and myself, and we got locked in. Then A'mar and his sister came in and they didn't keep the door open, and then A'deo burst in and the door shut before we could get at it. And he threw up. We didn't do anything." The blush only gets worse, "Nothing happened. It's not like I wanted to be stuck in the closet." Poor A'di. The brunt of many rumors.

A'tien just shakes his head, "Right." A'tien says softly, offering a quiet nod, "I should get back to work you just…enjoy yourself." He coughs quietly into his hand and makes good on his exit. Oh yes, he'll be talking to the weyrlings about cloets, and dying your hair.

Pralius blinks as A'di's tirade comes pouring out, "I just commented on the blush. No reason to disbelieve anything you've said, uh… sir? I'm a healer, I don't truck much in rumors, that's a harper's pervue." Then A'tien is leaving too, so he nods, "You as well, sir… I think…" He chuckles a tad nervously and turns to look at the pool table.

A'di blushes a little more as he stares at his feet, coughing quietly into his hand, "Nothing happened…" He mutters quietly to himself, "The other time we just got drunk. I never drink, but B'ky was being mopey." He wrinkles his nose a little and peers at the table, wrinkling his nose up. He coughs quietly into his hand, time for a topic change. "So, I don't think I caught your name? I'm A'di, Dalasith's. B'ky convinced Dal I'd look good with green hair." He snorts quietly at the thought, flicking a finger at his hair, "I think it looks silly."

Pralius smiles, turning back towards the bluerider now that the worst of the awkward has passed, "Pralius, healer. I…" he smirks, "I have to agree with you, the green is a little harsh… have you considered the same blue as your dragon's hide? I think you might look better in blue…"

A'di wrinkles his nose a little as he flicks at the green hair again, "B'ky said it'd match my eyes. Dalasith agreed and now he's dead set on it, you can't really get anything in with him edgewise once he's convinced about something." He sighs quietly, rolling his eyes.

Pralius chuckles, "I wouldn't know… near as I can tell every dragon's a little bit different though… maybe once the green grows out you can dye it blue and see if he likes it?"

A'di wrinkles his nose as he looks over his shoulder sighing quietly, "He's just Dalasith, that's really all I can say. B'ky would just tell Dalasith about my hair again and I'd just have to dye it back. So I think I'm stuck with green hair for now. It's not that bad…just people stare."

Pralius chuckles, "Honestly? I barely noticed. A lad came through the infirmary a few days ago with hair died shock pink, after that, your green is practically normal." He smiles, pondering slightly, "Do you think he'll ever forget… most riders have told me that dragons don't have much of a long-term memory…"

A'di frowns slightly as he moves to take a seat, stretching out quietly. "Most people stare." A'di mumbles half to himself, running a hand quickly through his hair with a little frown, "Well, he comments on it every day, everything's always new to him. And he absolutely loves the colors, it's kind of hard to forget something when you look at it every day, you know?"

Pralius grins, sliding into a chair as well, "No chance of hiding from him until it grows out, huh? That's too bad since you don't seem to like it much…. don't know what to tell you, though, but I'd bet he'd like any color you dyed it."

A'dishakes his head a little and sighs, a finger idly rubbing at the side of his temple, "Considering that I'm pratically linked to Dalasith? Nope." he mumbles a ltitle as he flicks his fingers at his hair, "I don't mind the color, I suppose B'ky is right, it does look good. Just people stare, and then they think things of me…" He trails off and peers at the direction the bronzerider walked off, wrinkling his nose. "Shards, half the time I'm down in the library with my nose stuck in a book."

Pralius chuckles, shaking his head a little, "Are you happy with you? Because that's all that matters. Riders are who they are, if anyone gives you a hard time, just remind them that your dragon likes it." He shrugs, "Guess I never much had to worry about such things…"

A'di shrugs a little as he pokes his finger against his pants, chewing on his lip a little, "If Dalasith likes it, it's not that bad. I don't mind if it makes him happy. I just wish people wouldn't stare, that's all…or make judgements." He frowns at his pants. He chuckles, though, "I didn't have to worry about it much, either, till I got stuck with Dal. He makes things much more complicated, but I still love him for it.'

Pralius smiles softly, "A lot of riders have said that to me, you know. Still, you shouldn't worry about what others might think. So your hair is green. It'll grow out eventually, it's not like you were born with moldy hair." He chuckles, "The only reason I can't do something like that is because it's considered inappropriate for healers."

A'di shakes his head a little and runs a hand through his hair, "Well, Dalasith likes it, B'ky likes it, that's good enough for me," he grins up at Pralius, "I mean, if your best friend likes it, that should be something, right?" Considering B'ky's tastes that might not be entirely true. "I dunno, I'll probably end up getting it dyed again when it wears out, Dalasith likes it. And at least people are noticing me a bit more, even if it's because of my hair. Even though dying costs a pretty mark."

Pralius hmms softly, "Well, I've heard tell of an apprentice hairdresser here, she might do it cheaper." He raises an eyebrow, smirking a tad, "Or perhaps B'ky would be willing to pay for it?"

A'di Snorts quietly and wraps his arms about his chest, blowing a couple of strands of hair out of his face. "Well, I usually get Sabrina to do it. Though, if B'ky's going to keep going through my dragon to twist my arm, then maybe he should pay for it," A'di snickers quietly and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't mind though, I'm getting paid well enough to go through the books of the library, might as well spend it on something silly like coloring my hair."

Pralius grins, chuckling softly in counterpoint, "Seems reasonable to me. I get paid passably, but too many essentials to spend on, I guess. I'm thinking about saving my meager salary towards one of those laptop dealies the computercraft hall is churning out."

A'di gives his shoulders a little shrug, "I get paid pretty well, and I don't really have a whole lot to spend it on, really. All I do is read," And somehow end up in the closet, but that won't get mentioned. "So might as well spend it on my hair, since Dalasith loves it like this."

Pralius grins, "Once again, seems reasonable." He runs a hand through his own short hair, "I don't really have the marks to get my hair done… or for new trousers…" He indicates his too-short pants, "So I make do."

A'di lets his eyes flicker over his clothes, frowning, "I should get new clothes too." He murmurs, plucking a finger at the too-large clothes, "Mom always thought I'd grow into these and I never did." he sighs quietly, shaking his head with a small frown.

Pralius chuckles, "Mine thought I'd stop growing. I could probably afford new clothes, but they wouldn't be nearly as nice…" He shrugs, "It's a cruel world."

A'di lets his eyes flicker up to the much taller man and he sighs quietly, shaking his head a little, "Yeah, well, at least you're not short, like me." A'di mumbles half to himself, "I get picked on a lot beause of my size. And nothing fits me, one of these days I'm just going to have to see a weaver and have them make some clothes for me."

Pralius grins, "At least you don't run your head into doorframes." He quirks an eyebrow, "Trust me, nothing fits me, either." His hand has begun to pluck idly at a loose thread in his pants, "Maybe we should get together and protest the standardization of clothing manufacture?"

A'di snickers quietly and grins up at Pralius, "Okay, but at least you can actually reach things without standing on the tips of your toes. I have a hard enough time just trying to get onto Dalasith." He shakes a little, grinning at his own clothing, "Yeah, but I have to wear kid's clothes or else I can't find anything that fits me."

Pralius grins, "I have to bend over so much it's causing permanent damage to my back." He chuckles, "Either extreme pretty much scorches."

A'di just shakes his head and pushes himself to his feet to compare his height to the much taller man, "Least you can reach things, and all you have to do is duck your head. I have to get a stool half the time to reach anything, and then I feel silly."

Pralius stands as well, seeming to tower some over the shorter bluerider, "I'm not actually that tall, but I'd be glad to get things off of top shelves for you."

A'di wrinkles his nose as he peers up at the man, reaching up to attempt to try and poke Pralius's chest, "You need to get shorter." A'di finally decides with a quiet grunt, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Sure, sure, make fun of my size."

Pralius grins, "I would never." He acts mildly shocked, "I live to help and heal everyone, from the vertically challenged to the eating obsessed."

A'di just rolls his eyes and scoffs his foot against the floor, grumbling quietly under his breath. "I should probably go back to my books." He mumbles louder to the healer. "Least they have stairs there to reach the really high books."

Pralius chuckles, "Well, if you ever need healing, let me know… I take it there are no closets in the library?

A'di will blush a rather interesting shade of red of the mention of the closet. "No. No closets. I'm not going into another closet again." Yes. He's out of the closet now.

Pralius grins, "THat's probably a good thing… I should probably get back to the infirmary anyway… my shift starts soon…"