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.


Mid evening in the lounge is a busy time, with many people gathered to enjoy drinks and play games. This evening Idralia is relaxing, sipping a drink while she uses a neglected dart board to practice her aim. The crafter is, for once, wearing something nice - a long gray skirt and warm-looking gray-blue sweater instead of her usual work tunic and slacks. Her drink is a light pink shade, probably someting fruity, and her skill at darts is distinctly lacking.

"On this day among the breeze blues…." Comes the bronzer humming and half singing a tune, he looks around to the betting tables, and then over to the bar, and even once at Idralia. But R'oc grins when he see's the man taking the bets, I do believe you owe me some winnings from the other night…don't Think I've forgotten. The thin man with a hat laughs and shakes his head. "Here I'd thought you'd foygotten….my lucky day…" The bronzer laughs and then takes small sack of money before turning around and saying to Milof the bartender. "Give me three shots of dragon's breath…..a big home brew…" The man looks to the darts and snorts a bit, following a small chuckle at her aim.

Idralia's latest toss doesn't even hit the board, bouncing off the wall and dropping to the ground. With a mutter swearword the crafter rises, setting her glass on the table beside her chair and heads over to retrieve the fallen dart and the ones sticking in the board. Most are in the outer rings, a pair in the inner, and one is stuck in the frame. Jerking these loose, she turns and notices R'oc watching, and chuckling, over her attempts. "I take it you are better than my poor hand at this?" she inquires of the bronzer, shaking a dart at him in emphasis.

The bronzer grins and stands up, he hollars over his shoulder at the last moment. "Hey Milof…send my drinks over there, have to show someone how to play my game." The bronzer laughs and then frumps over towards Idralia and he grabs a chair swiveling it and taking a seat right next to the girl. "Now why would you think a game of skill and accuracy is my kind of game?" The ex-weyrleader laughs and then looks up at her, eyes seem to eye the darts. "How about we make a wager?"

Idralia slips back onto her seat, picking up her drink with the other hand while she holds the darts out to R'oc. "Your expression suggested you have experience with the game. This is my first time playing at it, so, you probably are better than I am," she responds easily. "And no, I would rather not wager, though I would certainly appreciate any help you are willing to offer." She sips at her drink and sets it down again so she can flick that hand toward the board. "I'm lucky to even be hitting the board most of the time. I really have no idea what I'm doing here."

"Luck has nothing to do with it, if you're hitting the board at least your not blind, and your strong enough to throw it at the board." The bronzer reaches for the dart and then takes his index finger lies on the top of the dart, almost towards the tip. Soon R'oc looks at the dartboard, he slowly moves the dart back and forth eyes looking straight at the board. "The trick to this game, is always keeping your eyes on the target….the dart doesn't matter…." The dart steadies in his hand, and a moment later the dart flies towards the board. But the moment it hits it sticks two rungs out from the bulls eye.

"Luck has something to do with it when there is no skill involved," Idralia replies, watching R'oc handle the dart. "If I'm just tossing them, with no real attempt at aim or form, then it's complete chance if I get them into the target," she continues, reclaiming her drink from the table at her side. As the dart sinks into the board she quirks a brow at the bronzer. "And what comes after you look?" she queries.

Idralia had been discussing darts with R'oc this evening but the bronzerider has just been called away, leaving the techie to contemplate the dart board with frustration. "At this rate, I will never learn how to throw darts," she says mournfully as she sips her pink drink. She chucks another dart at the board, watching it soar to stick into the outermost ring.

Simurgh's wingsecond is one of those people who's always around the Weyr but rarely free with all the craftriders Fort sports, this is a rare moment when he moves into Shenanigan's. The lanky bluerider vaguely recognizes the technician as he moves past and up to the bar to order some food for himself and a bowl of scraps for the gold curled up on his shoulders watching the whole room with stark, frigid disinterest.

It doesn't take long before Idralia gives up on the darts and sets them aside. In fact, it's about the time her drink comes up empty, so she makes her way to the bar to order a new one. "Another hurricane, please," she says as she steps over beside P'rius, settling in to a stool as she waits for her drink. "Evening," she greets him politely, glancing over. "Are you any good at darts?"

P'rius looks over at the technician as his sandwich is set before him, "Wha?" He blinks a bewildered blink at her, then "Oh! Darts? No, pretty much worse than a weyrling at darts. Last time I played I kept hitting drudges." He snags a quick tuber fry from his plate, "Sorry."

Idralia sighs wistfully as the wingsecond replies. "Bother. Oh well. I'll have to ask R'oc the next time I see him, then." A pause, then, "At least I didn't hit anyone. Though I don't always hit the board, either," she says ruefully. "Do you play pool?" she asks, guesturing to the tables that are often occupied. "I haven't tried learning how yet, myself. Darts seemed easier."

P'rius coughs slightly, "Pool… that's the one where you hit the balls with the sticks, right? Nope, pretty much suck at that, too." He picks up his big bovine sandwich and ponders how to take a bite, "I find I'm not much suited to games. Last time I played around Ely split my lip."

"Really? Sorry to hear that," Idralia replies. "I guess some people just aren't suited to playing games, and it's starting to look like I'm one of them," she says. "Well, at least there are other ways of having fun than just playing darts or pool." She finishes her second drink, setting the glass aside with a contented sound. "Well, I guess I'll go read or something. Have a good evening."

P'rius shrugs slightly, "Push one girl down a snow drift and you get a reputation." He finally takes a bite of his sandwich and bobs his head a few times, "Certainly. You have a good evening as well."


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