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Old Friends New Parties; party in the Barracks!
Topic Started: Sep 2 2011, 07:22 PM (817 Views)
ChoCoaTheArT
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Contrary to popular belief Olayla was actually quite the partier. The booze that she'd managed to smuggle off of the caravan. (As in: her brothers left it in the room for her not realizing that she wouldn't be able to drink it.) So the bottles wound up merely sitting there going to waste without being consumed. Because booze that was not being consumed was definitely a waste.

What is that? Eyoith inquired innocently, Ola chuckled and the bottles clanked softly in the bag she was carrying. a gift for the candidates. The little dragonet trotted along beside her towards the Candidate Barracks. It was evening and the hatching could be any day now. This group should atleast have the party that she never got to have.

She knocked softly on the doorway before just wandering in and setting the bag on one of the few tables in the common room, Eyoith trundled in with her sniffing around curiously, somehow managing to still fit in the door and not knock everything over. Though soon now she would not have that luxury, she was growing quickly now and her frame was bulking up into a sturdy build.

Are we allowed in here? "well I don't think they're going to kick you out sweetie." Jasper came flying in the door twittering loudly. He remembered this place! The cheeps nor the new cheeps didn't but he was familiar! He settled on his old favorite spot, a niche in the wall where he could watch the happenings without being too conspicuous about it.

It was evening and if she remembered correctly the candidates should be done with their chores anytime now, though she hadn't known very many of them very long and being so busy with Eyoith and her various flitts she hadn't had the opportunity to become familiar with them since. But with so many of them likely to be joining her in the weyrling barracks she thought that perhaps her old friends and prospective new ones would enjoy one of their last opportunities to drink and maybe even the company of the young dragon. Eyoith kept her tail tucked tight against her though, she did not want a repeat of what had occurred the night the Cheeps hatched. Olayla opened one of the bottles and took a small sip, not drinking per-say but the wine wasn't bad at all. Eyoith sniffed at it and drew her head back to sneeze into her forepaws. That stuff smells funny, it kind of burns my nose. she commented and sneezed again. Olayla put the bottle down, it would be no good for candidates to see her with it even in her hand. The little blue flitt Onyx chirped from her shoulder and she sat playing with him while she waited.
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Renault was use to working hard. maybe it was the added excitement and anticipation of the future hatching that was draining him faster than usually. The candidates were kept busy with lessons ans chores. He enjoyed most of the lessons and never openly complained about doing chores. They had to be done and most went quickly with a bit of team work.

He was tired, but luckily chores and lessons were over for the day. Perhaps he would have a dip in the bathing pool and then have and early night. Renault stumbled to a halt as he spotted a Weyrling pair, he glanced around the area wondering if he had somehow wandered into the wrong barracks, but no this was the candidate barracks. A bath and sleep were forgotten and he approached the pair, curiosity getting the better of him. "Ahh good evening can I help you with something?" He asked after nodding politely to the pair. "I'm Renault." He added with a shy smile. He admired the pretty young grey before noticing the bag of bottles. "What's are those?" he asked pointedly.

Wine was not a familiar thing in his cothold, klah was the norm. Wine was saved for a very special occasion and even then reserved mainly for the adults. Renault hadn't minded and found even found it slightly humorous when his sire would break into a rowdy tune. Though the following morning such tunes were replaced with complaints about any noise.
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Brantor hesitated in the door to the Candidates' Commons Room. He still hadn't officially moved in yet, so he didn't know the layout well... In fact, he hadn't even seen Merilla since the touching. Yeesh. Maybe she'd forgotten? Well, if she hadn't he'd just tell her he was busy. That had worked once already, and it's not like they would actually kick him out. His eyes roamed over those gathered, and he nearly backed out. A male candidate, and a weyrling with a grey dragon. That didn't look very promising. The Masterminer's son would have left, if he hadn't seen the skein of wine which was being passed around. Oh, well, that was definitely a runner of a different color!

He stepped inside, and flashed the pair the flask of alcohol which he also bore. It had been Brantor's intention to find his one-time fling, Mercer, and see if he might be in the mood to share some wine and private time in his bunk. This, however, could work as well. If more candidates showed up, he could might manage a couple bedmates this evening rather than just one. The more the merrier. A Weyrling here surprised him, but who was Brantor to judge? She had the right to fun as much as any, although perhaps not at the risk of her dragon.

"Greetings, comrades," he flashed them a disarming smile. "Having a bit of a get-together, I see? Hope you two don't mind terribly if I join you."
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Working at the Grounds for an entire day was back-breaking work. Never mind the fact she had to do lesser stuff when she still had her broken arm. Chores was still a pain in the butt! So Senyrae was more than thrilled to see the Candidate Barracks as she crossed the weyrbowl to her destination. The sight of her warm and comfy cot, where she would rest her head upon for the rest of the evening. No point in doing more work, like lesson work, when she was both physically and mentally exhausted.

Well, you can imagine her surprise when she saw a grey dragonet and the back of her familiar companion Olayla. What in Pern was she doing here in the Candidate rooms? With Eyoith, no less? Was she even allowed to be here? Senyrae shrugged. No use in crying over spilled klah, her mother always said. And it was nice to see her friend since she moved to her new sleeping quarters.

Barron and Gale popped from between when the felt their pet arrive back to their home. "Hey you two! Both good today? You better not have given anyone trouble." The images of their sunning spots was shown in her mind, and she grinned in satisfaction. "Good job."

The girl walked over to Olayla and waved in greeting. "Olayla! What a surprise to see you here!" Senyrae grinned at her friend's grey. "Eyoith sure is getting big. She's a lovely dragonet. She sent a cursory glance to Renault and didn't acknowledge Brantor after his little excursion a the Sands. Lad was a fool in her book.

It was then the wineskin caught her eye. Senyrae was never one for heavy drinking, especially in their quarters. But she couldn't help but be curious. She took a sip, resisting the urge to cough as the taste stung her tongue. Fradles, but that stuff was strong! "Party here I didn't know about?" she questioned Olayla laughingly.
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After a long, hard day of chores and possibly the most boring candidate lesson ever, Jeselle expected to just take the evening to rest. Thank Faranth something else came up.

"Olayla!" she called to the weyrling girl. Little gray Eyoith was by the girl's side... well, maybe the gray wasn't so little anymore. She was growing pretty quickly. "How have you been?" Jeselle was immediately distracted by the flasks behind the weyrling. "You didn't... did you?" She grinned and walked in behind Brantor and Senyrae to fill herself a glass.

She took a sip and let the alcohol scald its way down her throat. This was the stuff. A few more sips and she'd forget what a long day today had been. She took those few more sips, or maybe got it all down in one big chug, and then filled her glass again. "Thanks Olayla!" She raised her glass to the weyrling, "This is just what the healer ordered!"

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Telimnon just wanted to leave the barracks. He'd been cleaning out rooms all day for the surprising amount of new candidates showing up recently. Evidentally more candidates were always Searched right before a clutch hatched. If that was the case, maybe all this extra work wasn't such a bad thing....

His effort to leave the barracks led him to the only exit to the outside world and right through the common room. What he didn't expect was for there to be such a crowd. And, Olayla... What was she doing here? As he wandered through the crowd to greet her, he caught sight of something in the glasses the other candidates were holding. Oh, wine, it was about time something interesting happened around here.

He stopped next to the grayrider. "It's good to see you, Olayla." He smiled. The last time he'd really talked to her they were both being held in a bandit camp. "I'm sorry, I never congratulated you on your Impression. So, congratulations! How have you been?"
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Given the amount of times that Isolde found herself creeping about the Weyr proper much later than she was supposed to be, the girl was blissfully unaware of much of the late-night goings on that the other Candidates were involved in. When she first came to the Weyr, she'd been too young to join most of the festive campaigns the older Candidates embarked on. When she was old enough, she was too prideful to join in, too afraid that she'd end up doing something to hurt her chances to impress. Now she tended to avoid their gatherings out of habit, keeping to her own room or taking up the role of honorary firelizard babysitter depending on how many of the tiny flits were meandering amok at the time. So it was that when Isolde came down the walkway with the expressed intent of heading to the kitchens to sneak something for her Blue firelizard and herself to snack on and found instead of an empty path, a small gaggle of people mulling about, the older Candidate stopped short.

She spent several long moments fluttering about the end of the hall and debating whether or not she should return to her bed, find another way to the kitchen, or simply walk passed. It was neither the congregated, nor the sight of what suspiciously looked like alcohol that finally enticed the brunette to join the mass, but the presence of the dragon Eyoith who looked strikingly out of place in the candidate's dorms.

Isolde had quite adored Eyoith since the moment that the dragon hatched into the world (which unfortunately said very little regarding Eyoith since Isolde quite adored all dragons, really only having a special fondness for N'cek's Tirith) and she had yet to see the dragon up close, so it made perfect sense to cotinue down the hall and do her best to look like she was minding her own business.

"You know, this weyr wasn't actually built for housing dragons," Isolde murmured on her approach. She had a low, steady voice tainted only slightly by a reprimand that would go unheeded. "And that," she jutted her chin at the wine being passed, "probably shouldn't be here either." A slight pause, a shy, uncertain smile and the girl's gaze flickered toward the dragonet and its bonded. "But if I can join you, I promise not to tell."

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"Good to meet you Renault, My name is Olayla and this is my Eyoith. And those, are a selection of the finest smuggled wines that you'll probably ever lay eyes on." Not necessarily true, she had two wineskins that bore the mark of Benden hidden away in her room but she really didn't have to give those up right? When Mercer entered she didn't quite catch his name, though the way his eyes wandered suggested that she did not want to know it afterall. She was pleased when he produced his own flask though, atleast he was prepared. "Feel free. There's plenty for everyone." she nodded politely.

Eyo crooned softly, she did like company, she nuzzled into Senyrae's hand that wasn't holding the wineskin. Her's was friends with this one and Eyoith wanted to be friends as well! "Senyrae!" Ola stood up and embraced her friend, "it's so good to see you!" She let go and regarded Jeselle. "I've been good, tired, with Eyoith and the flitts but you have no idea how lonely the Weyrling Barracks are! I've missed you all so much! So the lot of you had better Impress otherwise I'm going to have to come in and visit more often just like I'm not technically allowed to." she winked. She'd probably get a few terse words if Merilla caught her in here with Eyo exposed to such activity no less. But she planned on scooting way before things got out of hand. Jasper trilled from his perch and swooped down to talk with Barron and his clutchbrother Gale.

" Telimnon! No more bandits carrying us off together yet." she smirked and embraced him. "Thanks! Eyoith is the best. I've been good, fun all day every day with feeding, oiling, lessons and a general lack of sleep to boot!" It is nice to meet you all. Eyoith chirped softly. "You lot can pet her if you want, just be careful not to step on her toes or she might bite!" Ola's eyes twinkled I would not bite them! But I do not like my tail stepped on either. the grey butted Her's side with her snout.

A candidate she didn't recognize came stalking down the hall, she eyed Eyoith with a look that Olayla could only describe as coveting. She bristled, "Well I figure that you all can have the gather I never got to have." Perhaps, Olayla mused, this was a bad idea. But too late now. If these candidates were too foolhardy and got themselves into trouble it would only be their fault. "and I don't think I was ever told that me and Eyoith couldn't visit some old friends. But go ahead and join if that will keep this between you, me, and the whole barracks. My name is Olayla. Nice to meet you." she smirked handing the girl a full glass, it's not as though this would be a secret for much longer anyway. But the way the girl's eyes lingered on Eyoith though suggested sadness more than anything, and Olayla felt bad for the way she had reacted at first.

"Go ahead and pet her if you want, she loves the attention."Olayla gestured towards her grey who looked up at the girl, Yes, pets please. she crooned. Ola silently called Jasper to her, firmly imagining the candidatemaster's face. Go find where she is, don't get caught. it would be good to have some fair warning to leave before Merilla was at the door.
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The sensible side of hims said to just leave the wine alone, better safe than sorry. Other candidates filtered in, a few greeting Olayla with a familiarity that suggested they had known the girl before she impressed. As the wine was passed around he gave in, after all what could a glass or two hurt. "Thank you Olayla, I'm sure it will be much appreciated."

Renault helped himself to a glass of wine, lifting it to his lips to taste. He grimaced, vaguely fruity the liquid left a heated trail down his throat. Perhaps it was an acquired tasted. He tried a few more swallows deciding it wasn't all that bad. Already he was beginning to feel a little more relaxed. He wondered briefly if candidates were allowed to drink then quickly dismissed the thought.

When Olayla mentioned they could pet Eyoith he did not hesitate to make he way toward the pretty gray. He smiled and gave a politely bow, "Hello Eyoith, I am Renault." He said placing a hand against his chest, "I have never had the chance to pet a weyrling before so this is quite the honor." He rubbed her neck genlty, surprised at how soft and warm it was beneath his hand. If he was lucky maybe he would be caring for a dragon of his own soon. He took another generous swallow of wine.
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Okay, so maybe he wasn't as big a fan of chores as everyone else in the Barracks. In fact, he'd much rather prefer the simple 'sweep the floor'. This, this was so much more than just sweeping any one floor. Yet, instead of seeing the worst in it, which wasn't always the easiest thing, he would've made some positivity out of it. Chores didn't have to be boring, they could be fun. Depending on who's around to make it so.

Granted, he wasn't much of a social butterfly since he'd first entered the Barracks, much rather stayed out of the limelight, but after a while, it would get depressing. Haylian of all people needed a set of comrades, anyone to listen to a joke, or give -and receive- life lessons or advice. Until now, he'd been trying to settle in...yeah, maybe that was it. He was too busy trying to figure what the hell was going on. He was...too busy learning to remember to really meet people. Yeah, that sounds about right. (He wasn't shy, at all. Of course not. If he were, he'd never admit to it anyway.)

"Finally!" Seemingly thrusting that old, filthy mop into the bucket of water, leaving trickles of water to splash out in it's aftermath. He had taken a bit longer with that particular chore than most of the others had, particularly because mops weren't his best friends. In any given situation. But with his mission finally accomplished, he set the equipment aside, alongside the wall, and continued down the hall.

He'd heard the voices, yet rejected the fact that anything was going on. Yet as he walked closer and closer to the common room, the voices grew louder, actually becoming audible. Through that energy, he began to hasten that pace unknowingly, until he would finally approach the scene.

A party?

Once he'd made his way over to a little, somewhat comfy wooden chair, he only sat, observing the other candidates, before coming across Olayla and her dragonet. He'd overheard some about the woman, yet didn't know much about her, or anyone for that matter. The real question was, how should he thank her for bringing the boos?

Before long, he was up and closer to that crowd growing around her, feeling quite the fool. He'd only asked her for one thing, "Hey there, uh, you mind if I take one?"
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Telimnon smiled at Olayla. It was great to see her doing so well. He wondered how much of this happiness was because of the gray at her side. He'd always heard that Impression changed everything. In that moment when you were linked forever with your dragon it was hard to imagine a moment without that friend always at your side. Eleonora had told him as much, albeit with many more words. Part of him hoped that was true, but part of him was still anxious at the thought of being forever linked to a dragon. What if the dragon you ended up with didn't like you? Or what if you weren't a perfect match? Supposedly that never happened, but what if it did?

Pushing those thoughts and worried aside, Tel leaned down to pet the gray dragonet. She really was growing, quite a bit bigger than egg-sized now. He scratched her eye ridges with one hand. "Nice to meet you, Eyoith," he said. He smiled as she leaned into his hand. Obviously this was a perfect match. If not, how could the two of them be so happy?

He smiled and stood. "If you don't mind, Olayla, I think I'm going to help myself to some of the wine. Thanks for this!"

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Jeselle was already on her third glass (the other two finished in record time) and it was beginning to get to her head a little bit. "Isolde!" she called as the girl entered. Then she giggle for no apparent reason. Isolde was one of those phantom candidates. She'd been here longer than Jeselle and even Senyrae. That didn't mean anyone saw her around that much. It was as if she always had other things to do. "Good to see you!" she continued, belatedly.

She took another drink and was happy to note that she was already at the end of another glass. This could only mean one thing. More wine! She began to wander back over to the wine skins and inadvertantly ran right into Brantor. She scowled, "What is he doing here..." Ooops. She put one hand over her mouth. Did she say that out loud? She eyed him for a moment, searching for a response. All he seemed to be able to do was smile. What was with that? Maybe she didn't actually say that aloud, like she originally thought... Oh well. She shrugged, and continued along her merry way.

Soon she was at the wine skin again, pouring herself another nice, full glass. She took a sip. Ah, so good. A look back at the crowd told her that she was probably about the only one here enjoying herself. Everyone else was just chatting or oogling over the dragonet. They shouldn't be focused on someone else's dragon! The eggs! The eggs would be Hatching soon! "Hey!" she yelled. Oh, that was definately out loud. "Oh, ummm..." She lifted her glass. "To the eggs! May they all hatch and find their perfect lifemate!" She took a big swig of wine, ending her toast, and hiccuped.
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