[EasternWeyr] (7.10.2761) The Welcome Wagon (Attn: Sy'an, H'lok)

[Kil]

(OOC: Chesh, I got all posey/presumptuous in this post so let me know if you want a rewrite!)

H'lok burst into the Rider's Hall like a man on a mission. And he *was* a man on a mission. A man a mission for alcohol, with which he hoped he could drown out all memory of the conversation he'd just had with his new Weyrleader. Because Faranth knew that was the most tiring and strange experience he'd yet to have...and H'lok counted himself as someone who'd lived a rather full life. 

Anyway, he made a beeline for the bar and grabbed a (mostly) full mug of ale that just seemed to be waiting for him. Even if this Weyr was hotter than an Igen whore-house and ran by a verifiable man-woman, it appeared to know how to welcome a newcomer. 

It certainly hadn't occurred to H'lok that the mug almost certainly had been someone else's...

Prune clung to his shirt like a Terran bat and began a laborious, sloth-like trek towards the mug that his owner was making quick work of. If it was entering H'lok's mouth, Prune certainly wanted a part of it. 

Kil

[Cheshire Pandacat]

<<Anyway, he made a beeline for the bar and grabbed a (mostly) full mug of ale that just seemed to be waiting for him. Even if this Weyr was hotter than an Igen whore-house and ran by a verifiable man-woman, it appeared to know how to welcome a newcomer. 

It certainly hadn't occurred to H'lok that the mug almost certainly had been someone else's...

Prune clung to his shirt like a Terran bat and began a laborious, sloth-like trek towards the mug that his owner was making quick work of. If it was entering H'lok's mouth, Prune certainly wanted a part of it. >>

Sy'an had had his mug at his elbow as he leaned over and flirted with the woman sitting next to him, but finally she seemed to get fed up with him and after giving him a look fit to peel paint off walls she got up and stalked away.

Sy'an sighed, reached for his mug... and found it gone.

He turned around, and saw the man sitting next to him drinking out of it.

A stranger, which made sense, because no guy who knew Sy'an would have dared. (Girls were always welcome to steal his alcohol. Men, no.)

"That's not the mug that was sitting there, is it?" Sy'an asked with casual innocence as he indicated to the Vintner that he wanted another ale. "Someone brought that up here a few minutes ago saying they'd seen their ex spiking it with something. Probably something to have him spending the night shitting his brains out," he added cheerfully.



--Cheshire w/ Sy'an

[Kil]

Sy'an had had his mug at his elbow as he leaned over and flirted with the woman sitting next to him, but finally she seemed to get fed up with him and after giving him a look fit to peel paint off walls she got up and stalked away.

Sy'an sighed, reached for his mug... and found it gone.

He turned around, and saw the man sitting next to him drinking out of it.

A stranger, which made sense, because no guy who knew Sy'an would have dared. (Girls were always welcome to steal his alcohol. Men, no.)

"That's not the mug that was sitting there, is it?" Sy'an asked with casual innocence as he indicated to the Vintner that he wanted another ale. "Someone brought that up here a few minutes ago saying they'd seen their ex spiking it with something. Probably something to have him spending the night shitting his brains out," he added cheerfully.

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H'lok held up a finger of pause as someone-or-other began to speak. Not while I'm drinking, buddy-boy. Only after the mug had been relieved of its contents and slammed back on the bar top did H'lok finally regard Sy'an. Prune made a piteous sound to find that nothing had been left for him. 

"Oh, I hope so," the brownrider said, matching Sy'an's cheeriness with enthusiasm. "I've been so fecking," he paused to clench his fists together for emphasis, stopped up that I can barely handle it. So if some angry pair of tits actually did me a favor, I'll have to find her and express my gratitude." He gave Sy'an a toothy grin. "Alright place, this Eastern. Almost lost hope there for a second."

Kil w/ H'lok

[Cheshire Pandacat]

<<"Oh, I hope so," the brownrider said, matching Sy'an's cheeriness with enthusiasm. "I've been so fecking," he paused to clench his fists together for emphasis, "stopped up that I can barely handle it. So if some angry pair of tits actually did me a favor, I'll have to find her and express my gratitude." He gave Sy'an a toothy grin. "Alright place, this Eastern. Almost lost hope there for a second.">>

Sy'an had resisted to urge to bite the brownrider's damn finger when he raised it as if to silence him, but at that response he blinked, and then threw back his head and laughed. Not bad, not bad. This guy might be fun to talk to.

"If your definition of an 'alright place' is being able to sit your ass on a latrine and shit your guts out for a couple hours, I'd hate to see the Weyr that *didn't* meet your standards," Sy'an drawled. "What's your name, skinny? What lack-of-shithole are you from?"


--Cheshire w/ Sy'an

[Kil]

Sy'an had resisted to urge to bite the brownrider's damn finger when he raised it as if to silence him, but at that response he blinked, and then threw back his head and laughed. Not bad, not bad. This guy might be fun to talk to.

"If your definition of an 'alright place' is being able to sit your ass on a latrine and shit your guts out for a couple hours, I'd hate to see the Weyr that *didn't* meet your standards," Sy'an drawled. "What's your name, skinny? What lack-of-shithole are you from?"

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H'lok wrenched up a shoulder in a half-shrug; the motion nearly dislodging Prune from his death-cling on H'lok's shirt. A legitimate excuse to just sit on my ass? I love it. Saves me the trouble of coming up with a good reason." H'lok busied himself with snapping at the bartender for a refill. 

"Name's K'ro, formerly of the desert wasteland known as Igen." The lie came so easily H'lok hardly noticed it. "Who're you? Besides a concerned onlooker, that is." 

Kil

[Cheshire Pandacat]

<<H'lok wrenched up a shoulder in a half-shrug; the motion nearly dislodging Prune from his death-cling on H'lok's shirt. A legitimate excuse to just sit on my ass? I love it. Saves me the trouble of coming up with a good reason." H'lok busied himself with snapping at the bartender for a refill. 

"Name's K'ro, formerly of the desert wasteland known as Igen." The lie came so easily H'lok hardly noticed it. "Who're you? Besides a concerned onlooker, that is." >>

Sy'an gave the other man a contemptuous sneer. He wasn't sure what the man was lying about - his name, his Weyr of origin, or both - or if he were just setting up for a lie - but he'd grown up amidst people who lied as easily as they breathed; he could tell when someone was trying to pull one over on him. Or about to.

Whatever. He didn't give a damn anyway. It almost made the guy more entertaining.

"Sy'an. Bronze Volth," he drawled with arrogance and pride, and shot H'lok a condescending look - what kind of dragonrider didn't introduce their dragon's name alongside their own? "Transferred out of Southern, been here 'bout a Turn. Which Wing they put you in, Scarecrow? I'm Diamond Sea." The guy looked like a straggly scarecrow, and K'ro sounded like crow. Perfect nickname. And even a flattering one at that! Guy should be grateful.

--Cheshire w/ Sy'an

(OOC: Hope him noticing that *something* was up is ok; as a former vagabond, Sy'an's not unfamiliar with people for whom lying is an essential life skill, so yeah. 83;;;)

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[Kil]

Sy'an gave the other man a contemptuous sneer. He wasn't sure what the man was lying about - his name, his Weyr of origin, or both - or if he were just setting up for a lie - but he'd grown up amidst people who lied as easily as they breathed; he could tell when someone was trying to pull one over on him. Or about to.

Whatever. He didn't give a damn anyway. It almost made the guy more entertaining.

"Sy'an. Bronze Volth," he drawled with arrogance and pride, and shot H'lok a condescending look - what kind of dragonrider didn't introduce their dragon's name alongside their own? "Transferred out of Southern, been here 'bout a Turn. Which Wing they put you in, Scarecrow? I'm Diamond Sea." The guy looked like a straggly scarecrow, and K'ro sounded like crow. Perfect nickname. And even a flattering one at that! Guy should be grateful.

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A newbie bronzer, huh? H'lok allowed himself half a second to wonder what he story was (as far as he knew, most Weyrs were loathe to part with their precious shinies), before acknowledging that he didn't actually care. 

He threw Sy'an a grin to match the look. "Aw, Scarecrow, that's cute. I'm honored." H'lok was fond of giving girls nicknames (typically so he didn't have to use or remember their real names), but if Sy'an wanted to play that game then H'lok was happy to join. "But I don't wanna be the *only* one. I'll call you..." he paused to consider, "Dye Job, no, Scarface. Scarface for sure. Yeah, that's real cute. Scarface and Scarecrow."

"That's a low-flying wing, right? I'm in Mistress Temper, or something like that. One of the mid-level ones. Too bad they didn't put me higher up because my Ragnaroth likes it nice and dangerous. But whatever, right?" He absently cracked the knuckles of one hand against the bar top. "I just hope my Wingleader isn't some asshole."

Kil

[Cheshire Pandacat]

<<He threw Sy'an a grin to match the look. "Aw, Scarecrow, that's cute. I'm honored." H'lok was fond of giving girls nicknames (typically so he didn't have to use or remember their real names), but if Sy'an wanted to play that game then H'lok was happy to join. "But I don't wanna be the *only* one. I'll call you..." he paused to consider, "Dye Job, no, Scarface. Scarface for sure. Yeah, that's real cute. Scarface and Scarecrow.">>

Sy'an hooted. "Perfect!" he crowed, delighted. "You're a fun guy, Scarecrow. I like that."

<<"That's a low-flying wing, right? I'm in Mistress Temper, or something like that. One of the mid-level ones. Too bad they didn't put me higher up because my Ragnaroth likes it nice and dangerous. But whatever, right?" He absently cracked the knuckles of one hand against the bar top. "I just hope my Wingleader isn't some asshole.">>

"Yeah, DS is low-flying. They need expert flyers like me and Volth cleaning up the mess the higher wings let through. And wouldn't know about your Wingleader," Sy'an replied with a half-shrug and a swig of his drink. "I don't really bump shoulders with rankers if I can help it, so only Wingleaders I can recognize are the ones I've flown under. And the Weyrleader," he added, snickering. "He's hilarious."

--Cheshire w/ Sy'an

[Kil]

"Yeah, DS is low-flying. They need expert flyers like me and Volth cleaning up the mess the higher wings let through. And wouldn't know about your Wingleader," Sy'an replied with a half-shrug and a swig of his drink. "I don't really bump shoulders with rankers if I can help it, so only Wingleaders I can recognize are the ones I've flown under. And the Weyrleader," he added, snickering. "He's hilarious."

"Well what use are you, then?" H'lok moaned with an over-exaggerated sigh, "I need an inside informant, man." At Sy'an's next comment, H'lok nearly choked on his beer. "Hilarious is one word," he said slyly, wiping his chin. "I don't think I'm Captain Girlie-Man's type, but I dunno if that's a good or bad thing." Maybe Eastern was just a Weyr full of misfits after all...

"Which reminds me," he continued. "What do the goldriders look like? Any of them decent?"

Kil