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 afternoon, the slow time between lunch and dinner that sometimes drags on very slowly. Deitra is settled at the bar in one of the stools, idly sketching away in a notebook while there's a mug of ale beside her, untouched. After a moment, she looks up and peers at the mug before grey eyes drop back down to the sketch. Her nose wrinkles just so, in concentration and frustration before again putting the stylus to the paper and resuming her sketch. The barkeep, curious, peeks at the sketch and laughs. "That looks nothing like the mug!" The huntress peers up at him then grunts softly, "it ain't a mug. It ain't anythin'." A grin is beamed and she tears the paper out to hand it over to the man. "There. Enjoy." Laughter comes from both huntress and bartender before he's off to clean, leaving the woman to herself and her drink.

Chrystyne walks in quietly and plunks herself down at one of the tables. She is a bit out of breath due to training exercises and finally is getting time to settle down to eat and relax. She gives a sigh as she catches her breath looking around observantly. She notices another female at the bar and gets up to head over to the bar and sits on one of the stools. She nods to Deitra and the barkeep with a smile.

Grey eyes flicker over towards Chrystyne as she settles down near by, brows lift in question before she's nodding once in return to the other woman. Silence lingers from Deitra for a moment as her mug is finally lifted and brought to her lips for a drink. Once once the mug is down again does she fully turn towards Chrystyne. "'m Deitra. Don't think we've met."

Chrystyne looks over and smiles a bit as she replies. "Hi, nice to meet you. I've seen you around but no not formally met, still trying to get my bearings around the Weyr. My name is Chrystyne. I'm a guard here transferred in from Ierne Weyrhold, how about you?" She nods to the barkeep. "I'd like a glass of wine please, anything good." She says softly as she moves to sit on one of the stools.

"I do get 'round." Deitra laughs and inclines her head slightly, "well met. What's the weather like there? Ain't as cold? Or is it colder? Don't know much 'bout other places, never needed ta know." The huntress shrugs slightly and reaches for her mug again, "'m a hunter 'round the Weyr, born here. Winter ain't got much goin' on, specially when there's snow about." Another drink of ale is taken and she heaves a heavy sigh, feet tucking into the stool so that she may lean back slightly without toppling over. "How long you been 'bout?" The barkeep nods once towards Chrystyne, moving to fill the order.

Chrystyne smiles as she listens to the other young woman. "It's beautifully warm honestly being Southern continent and all. Ah I don't mind the winter, I was born at Fort Hold myself." She says as she shifts a bit on the stool. "Not too long. About a month or so now. Came here because a good friend of mine lives here. We stood together on the sands at Telgar Weyr before."

"I see." Deitra muses out loud before taking another drink of ale, considering the woman and then nodding. "Fort Hold ain't that far 'way. Didja visit yer family there, yet?" Another drink and the mug is settled down before the huntress unhooks her legs from the stool, crossing them instead. "I see. Ain't ever stood b'fore. This friend yer lover or somethin'?" It's after noon, past lunch and in the hours lingering before then and dinner. Two women are settled at the bar, and the barkeep is settling a glass of wine before the guard before returning to work.

Chrystyne takes the glass of wine and sips from it before replying. "Yes I've been to see my family. I missed them but I can go there pretty much anytime I want. My family knows that I travel a lot and that I really don't often settle down anywhere for any length of time." She looks a little bit surprised at the question about her friend. Thing is she really doesn't have an answer to it but replies anyways. "We're close, we're best friends, lovers… I can't really ever rule out, just in the present, it is."

Adalinus makes his way into the lounge. Time for a quick drink before dinner! And maybe a few after dinner, too. Really he's mostly looking for Deitra. "Barkeep! A shot and a brew, please!" He moves over to take a seat on the other side of Dei, waiting for a break in the conversation to interject himself. "Hello! Dei, who is your new friend?" He'll sneak in a kiss to Dietra if she lets him, then waves to Crystyne. "I'm Adalinus of Nerat! Hello!"

"Ah. So, yer not plannin' on stayin' in Fort that long? Or 'm I hearin' you wrong?" Deitra questions before looking to the barkeep and waving him back over, ordering some food before considering the other woman once more. "Ah. Was wonderin' what kind've friend you'd move for. I ain't the type ta consider leavin' for just a friend." Adalinus' entrance draws grey eyes over and a smile grows on her lips. "Chrystyne. She's onna the guards. Been here a month." The kiss is accepted and quickly returned before she's turning to her drink, taking a big swig from it.

Adalinus tells the barkeep to bring him one of whatever Deitra's ordered. Hopefully it's not like livers and onions or something. Once he's settled in, he takes his shot and washes it down with some brew. "Good to meet you, Chrystyne. Only a month! And I thought I was relatively new around here! Though I guess now that the eggs have been laid the amount of newcomers will increase as people are searched." And Chrystyne is leaving just as soon as Ada arrives. Does he smell or something!? "So… I missed the clutching. Did you end up going to see it?"

"Candidates'll be rollin' in, 'm sure." Deitra chuckles and scoots her stool closer to her fellow hunter. "Soon we'll be swimmin' in 'em, but shells, I wonder how many they'll be gettin' with only eight eggs on the Sands." The woman clicks her tongue a bit before again taking another drink. "Mmf. I waited for you. Gave yer seat ta Miki, so it ain't like I was alone or nothin'. Eight eggs, a kinda square shaped got my attention. Wonder if it'll be fine." A hand waves dismissive-like, "and the rest're just eggs."

Adalinus rubs his chin in thought a bit. "I'm not sure. The more the better, one would think. But too many and the weyr is burdened trying to help support them all, even if they do chores. Plus then there are quite a few left on the sands. But you want enough so that the dragons can be choosy, as well." He nods to her. "Sorry. The headwoman asked me to help with some last minute preparations! For the celebration afterwards." He blinks then. "Square shaped? Odd. I'm sure it's fine. Any indications of a gold? They say you can sometimes tell."

"Exactly, a lot ta consider, Searchin' a lot or Searchin' a little. 'm guessin' twenty would be a good number. Just guessin', though, ain't sure how they determine how many." Deitra shrugs and nods her thanks when the barkeep returns with the food, settling their orders down before them. No hesitation as Deitra reaches in and begins to stuff her face, "yer soft." She repeats to his commentary on helping the Headwoman. More food goes into her mouth and there's a shrug, "looked more blocky in respects ta the others." Brows furrow and then the huntress shrugs, "ain't sure. Wasn't payin' much attention ta 'em."

Adalinus nods. "Hm. Yes. Twenty sounds like a good number. More than double. Plenty of candidates for the dragons to choose from. Certain to get at least a good solid eight from them." Ada, too, starts to eat when their food is delivered. "Hm? Say what you will! I had my first pick of snacks at the party." Though even without incentive, Ada finds it hard to say no. Especially to the ladies. "Hm." He says about the blocky egg. "I suppose it is best if I went to check them out myself! We can compare notes later, after I've gotten a good look. How is Miki?"

Deitra nods along with his statements on the number of candidates, grinning widely before she's popping more food into her mouth. "'m sure that was it, not that yer not sayin' yes every time yer asked for help." A find smile plays on her lips and she leans over to give him a gentle pat. "We can go check 'em out later, or now, whenever. 'm sure I could use a better look. Pause, after food." More is stuffed into her mouth and she lingers in silence while she chews. "Mmf. She's fine. Was grounded by 'er brother after we were all drunk."

Adalinus peers at the other hunter. "That's right! It was it. I don't say yes every time I'm asked. It depends on who is doing the asking." And the headwoman happens to be someone Ada will more than likely always say yes to. "Mmhm. I am curious. Though I suppose once you've seen one egg you've seen them all, but I'd like to see if there is one that sticks out as the gold." Ada nurses his beer in between bites. "Her brother is a bit of an eccentric. I suppose he means well though."

Deitra laughs and shakes her head, "nah. 'm just teasin' you. Yer considerate, ain't a bad thing. Promise." Another grin is beamed towards the hunter beside her, shifting a little in her stool before nodding her agreement. "Seen one, seen 'em all, I feel." A hand waves, again dismissive before she sighs. "'m not sure. Maybe, maybe not. 'm hearin' gold ain't always got gold on their eggs nowadays. Maybe they got bored of gold." A snicker and the woman takes a drink from her ale before stuffing a bit more food into her mouth. "Maybe. 'm still callin' him crazy."

Adalinus chuckles. "I would think not." He says about being considerate. One of the two of them had to be! Adalinus orders a couple more shots for them. Their poor bar tab. "Mm, that's what I've heard as well. There won't be any more twenty egg clutches or the like ever again. Barring any serious catastrophes, of course." He chuckles and shrugs about Miki's brother. "One might call me crazy!" He says in a booming voice. "One also might not." There's a group of rowdies who have already had too much to drink starting to yell at one another over dragon poker.

They balance one another out, that's for certain. Deitra cheers loudly at the order of the shots, beaming at Adalinus in thanks. "Ain't like big clutches're needed or anythin'. I guess the most excitin' part is the Candidates and then the Hatchin', but, ain't much more ta look forward ta." Shrugging, she considers Adalinus a moment longer before shaking her head. "Nah, ain't goin' ta call you crazy. Just goin' ta call you soft." The group that begins to grow rowdy draws grey eyes of the huntress over, staring there before resettling on her fellow hunter. "Someone's bein' a sore loser."

Adalinus finishes up his food. Neat and tidy, like always. He rests a hand on Deitra's leg. An informal way of letting those around know that she's not available to be hit on. "No. There wouldn't be any way to feed such large numbers of dragons these days. Still, this will be the first clutch I was at the weyr the entire time for. So it's all new to me." He waves off her calling of him soft. Then he flexes for her. "You call these muscles soft!?" He looks back at the rowdy group. It's escalated into a sort of in-your-face yelling match. With pushing.

Deitra is not so neat and tidy, but, her plate is cleared and a napkin used to clean both hand and face. "Right, it'll be new ta you. 'm goin' ta try ta not be all… Jaded or whatever that term is." When the shots arive, she's downing a few before finishing off the rest of her ale, peering at Adalinus and heaving a sigh. "Yer personality is soft, yer mucles ain't." She leans over to pat his arm before attention drifts back towards the groups, shaking her head.

Adalinus blinks and her, then laughs. "Jaded? What would you be jaded about concerning the hatching?" Ada takes his shots like a man. With a beer chaser. He has the barkeep fill that up too, while he's clearing off their plates. "You just say that because I'm not a big jerk! I can be a big jerk, but that's no fun for anyone. I'd rather be a big nice guy! Don't you think that's better?" Pushing leads to shoving, and shoving leads to fighting. Soon enough things are escalating until the whole game seems to be in a fight, and men are being pushed and punched all over the place.

"Nah. I mean 'bout the whole thing, it ain't excitin' after you've seen it a buncha times, is all. Ain't nothin' goin' ta be different, egg popped out, candidates come, waitin' for the eggs ta Hatch." Deitra explains idly, shifting on the stool so that she can partially lean back once she's hooked her feet in. "Mhm. I like you bein' a softie, though." Leaning over, she pokes at his side while laughing until the fight is drawing her attention again. All of her attention settles there, watching with interest.

Adalinus laughs. "You sound like you're an old auntie, Dei. Being bored with hatchings and all. Maybe you ought to move out of the weyr for a while, so they become exciting again. The holds don't usually have much of anything. Maybe a Gather once in a while." He chuckles a bit at her, turning around on his stool to watch the fight. One of the guys is pushed into the two of them, Ada just sort of grunts and lets him bounce off him. "You should be more careful." He tells the man. "My friend here likes to beat up inconsiderate men."

Deitra wrinkles her nose at Ada, "I ain't old. Hatchin's ain't borin', the time leadin' up ta 'em are borin'." Her hand comes out to poke at him again, sighing as she does so. "Ain't goin' ta a Hold, either. They're the most borin'." Another sigh before she's shaking her head at him. A smile slowly begins to form, at least until someone from the fight is shoved in their direction. There's no movement right away, instead, considering the man and idly popping her knuckles before laughing quite loudly at Ada's last statement. "That ain't it."

Adalinus grins at her, that mustache just curling up. "No, you aren't old. You just sound old when you talk like that. Surely, getting to know the candidates will be exciting! New people, new faces." He laughs at her. "Well you can always make your own excitement, I suppose." Speaking of excitement, then man peers up and down at Dei. "She looks like she's good for something, and it ain't fighting." It's all fun and good, until he gropes Deitra's behind. Or whatever it is be can get ahold of back there with her sitting on. it.

"Shit." The woman grumbles loudly and shakes her head, "ain't tryin' ta be borin'." More swearing and Deitra begins to grumble before she's perking up all over again. "Yer right, I can make my own excitement." But before her thoughts can really wander off, the man is speaking and drawing her attention to him once more. Grey eyes roll upwards, intent on completely ignoring him until there's a hand on her rear. Her jaw is set, her hand reaching back to grab tightly as she turns herself to face him, twisting his arm.

"Who said you were boring?" Adalinus certainly doesn't feel that way. And when there lacked excitement, well, there was booze and brawls to be had! And groping patrons, apparently. Ada blinks a bit as he catches the tail end of Dei grabbing the man's arm and twisting it. Even he can understand why. He coughs a bit then, and pats Deitra's arm as the guy groans and struggles. One mighty fist is rolled up, and there's heft punch delivered to the man. Needless to say he's seeing black for a bit, and will be seeing stars for quite a while. Ada then encourages Dei to get up. "We should get out of here before the trouble escalates further."

"Bein' old is borin'." Deitra insists firmly, or, that's her mindset on that whole subject. The cough from Ada has her tensing a little, turning to stare at him with a visible frown before releasing the man's arm for the pat to her own. Lips press into a thin line and she mutters, "was goin' ta break his fingers." She grumbles and pushes up from her stool and peering at the other hunter before gesturing for him to follow, starting out of the Shenanigan's.


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