When the madness stops (Green Me's Run)

[Ember]

Ae'on grumped silently as he went to get food. Or dessert, rather. Redfruit pudding, was it? Not his favourite but it was dessert all the same. He wasn't a little soft around the middle (and many other places) for naught. Also...speaking of silent...he pinned a look on the green 'mandyr perched quietly on his shoulder. Quiet and Me - You, damnit! - did not go together. Me looked back at Hers in an almost calculating way. Pudding yum, yes? The green asked, seemingly genuinely curious. The bluerider blinked and shrugged his opposite shoulder.

"I suppo- hey! At least listen to the answer if you ask a question!" He shouted after the green as she took to the air with her unusually functional wings. Ae'on knew flying mandyrs were rather rare and in her case it was highly annoying. Well listen, gents and...gents, she broadcasted to the dinner crowd in the dining hall (and indeed well beyond the dining hall). Marvelous Me looklook for sexy, fun, funsex. Yes? Come, come many menmen!

At first, Ae'on could only feel faint tendrils of lust from his green. Not terribly surprising since she often flirted with any males in sight (firelizards excluded) and it bled over a little, but his eyebrows rose when the lust suddenly exploded into soemthing much, much more. A carnal need for...well, sex of course, but there was also a significant need for attention. He wanted to make his name known all across Pern but first he needed some loyal admirers to help him do it.

The bluerider dipped a finger in the redfruit pudding and gave it a taste test. Yes, that was quite yummy. And such a lovely colour too. A red-ish orange that would go oh so well with his dark hair and eyes. Not caring for the protests of others, Ae'on snatched the whole damn bowl of it and all but skipped to the middle tables of the dining hall. This would be an adequate stage. But...so much trash on his stage. With a slight growl, the bluerider moved as mny plates and the like away from his chosen spot before getting on the table. He wasted no time at all in stripping off his shirt before bending to dip two fingers on each hand in the bowl of pudding. He drew the pudding-coated fingers under his eyes, giving him an edible warpaint. Yesssss, now he was ready. "Come, let me show you a good time," he yell-purred to the dining hall.

[Rowana]

Farryl yawned through her meal. Between Searchs, Candidate Lessons, and her own Wing drills, she was tired. Maybe she'd taken on more than she should have, but it was better than sitting around and doing nothing. She loathed the current state of affairs at Selenitas, but protested would only lead to more trouble. At least now she could keep an eye on the new Candidates and Ur'h wasn't bad for a Wingleader. She knew she could do far worse. Hobbs, curled on her shoulder, happily munched on a meatroll while keeping her company. He was such a good companion, unlike some salamandyrs she could name. The pair in question were currently lurking under her chair, probably thinking up some new mischief to set loose on the world.

Apparently they weren't the only ones. Farryl's jumped to alertness at the voice, feeling a sense of dread and foreboding. Sure enough, a lusty, almost malicious feeling trickled up from Kurro. "Shells no!" Farryl pushed her chair back to catch the strange creature, but too late. Kurro's mind, more forceful and determined than Faii's had been, was in control. Farryl had had enough practice with chases and runs to keep herself from doing anything too stupid, but only just. She hoped up on the tables, skipping lightly over plates and cups, until she reached one just short of Ae'on. Standing impatiently with her hand on her hips, she flipped her hair at him in an unimpressed gesture. "Well? We're waiting."

Kurro was thrilled. Finally a chance to get back at Faii for all the torment she put him through! Now she'd see who was in charge! Me was a lovely creature too, so skilled in the air. Not like other salamandyrs, but not as silly as fire lizards. Yes, she was perfect and Kurro would chase her. Kurro come! he declared boldly. He started to flapping up onto the table to see her better, which was hard with Faii flailing in anger, but very satisfying. Perched as high as he could get, Kurro was ready for anything the dear Me wished, ignoring Faii completely, which annoyed her to no end.

Faii was very upset. Unlike Kurro during her flight, she didn't quite figure out the advantage of grabbing things to slow them down. Instead, she frilled, hissed, wriggled, and snapped at her brother in any capacity he could. What on Pern was he doing? This wasn't fun at all! That silly green was flying too, flying! Kurro was so stupid to think he could catch her and why did Faii have to come too? Stupid Kurro! Bad, bad brother! Never catch Me! she ranted. Kurro just ignored her, which only made her more and more irate.

[Ember]

Ae'on rose a brow at his company. His only company. "Sad," he offered in commentary, tone of voice dry. Was this all they had to offer him? One measley partner to dance to his tune? Wait...something was odd about this woman. This one who seemed to have two distinct auras about her/him. Interesting. He stooped to pick up the pudding bowl and grinned deviously. "Tastes yum," he intoned in a deeper, husky voice that didn't suit the bluerider in the least. The type of voice he'd deny ever being in posession of. Because Ae'on didn't do sexy.

"Come, miss mister." He beckoned Farryl forward with one hand before dipping into the bowl and trailing pudding-coated fingers along the greenrider's cheek. "Paint me." He made certain she knew it was an order. A gentle order, but an order all the same. Ae'on was the most important, must hold the spotlight. Always, always him. While he may pick a partner or two to briefly share his limelight he wouldn't share it forever...or with anyone he hadn't picked to share it with him. Of course, none of these thoughts would ever pass through Ae'on's mind had he not been onfluenced by Me.

The green may be flying and merely observing at first, but Hers was definitely acting as her mouthpiece and mimicked her own thoughts near perfectly. Finally she decided to stop the twin mandyrs' arguments. They were taking too much attention. Both each others' attention and those around them. Me was not an angry sort though. She merely landed neatly nearby the conjoined male and female. Her gaze skittered clear over the green. Females were unwelcome but she did understand that Kurro had no choice but to drag along his bratty sibling. Follow, Me said i a sing-songy tone, leading the way to Kurro's human and started up her leg.

[Rowana]

Farryl cocked her head curiously, and hopped over to Ae'on's table. She was sorry not to have more players in this game. It was no fun proving how great she was without some rivals. Well, it was there loss, if they didn't want to play. Sticking a finger in the puddle, she licked it absently. "MMmm," she agreed, with a playful hum. The puddle was delicious, but that wasn't what she was thinking about just then. She smirked at Ae'on's tone, and dipped her finger again. Delicately, almost lazy in her actions, she drew a squiggly pattern across his chest that looked a bit like a tree. Pausing to admire her work, before adding an extra spot on his nose for good measure.

Kurro swelled with pride. No other males had dared to chase the beautiful Me with him around. Faii's presence was forgotten, as much as it could be, in light of his desire perched in front of him. Kurro batted his sister out of the way and started to run after Me. He didn't speak, words were unnecessary just then. Me was heading for familiar territory and he was quick to select Farryl's other leg for his climb, always careful to keep Me insight. Such a wonderful female she was. She was good at flying and climbing. Truly few were as worth of his Chase, than she.

Faii was not amused. Kurro was ignoring her completely now and so was Me! This just wasn't fair. Even Farryl didn't respond to her plees, when Kurro had more control over her mind. Hobbs and Peppeth did offer her brief condolences when she prompted them to squash her brother, but they didn't want to get involved. Cowards all of them! Kurro wasn't so scary, and she should know. When they reached Farryl, Faii clung to the woman's leg in desperation. Save Faii! No Chase! Farryl, however, was very involved with her painting task, so she didn't even care when the green half drew blood. Faii hissed unhappily. Did no one love her?

[Ruby]

"Absolutely not," Elisabeta growled, one hand snapping out to catch the escaping Sunshine. Betalove always mine, the brown cooed, turning big, whirling purple eyes on his bonded, flaring his frill-spines at her and twisting back to lick her knuckle. That made Elisabeta go "Ugh" and drop her pet back on to the table so she could wipe her hand off on her napkin. She wasn't always in the habit of eating in the dining hall, but tonight she had... which already appeared to be a mistake. Some fool was up on a table, taking off his shirt and shouting about something Elisabeta ignored, but Sunshine wasn't. He wasn't ignoring it at all - in fact, as soon as Elisabeta dropped him, he'd scurried halfway across the table, only to be stopped by a surge of disapproval from His. Betalove always mine, he repeated, But Me need love too. Just for now.

Elisabeta leaped forward again, missing Sunshine by inches and knocking her plate to the floor. "You get back here!" she demanded, belatedly realizing she was making a scene, and everyone not looking at the kid and Farryl - oh, shards, Farryl - were now looking at her. The brown had escaped, however, and glided over towards the chase in progress, eschewing the use of his fully functional wings for anything more than what was proper for a Mandyr. He did perform a quick loop before catching on Farryl's shoulder, though, trilling to find his pitch before he started singing,

I love Me a bushel an' a peck
A bushel an' a peck an' a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck an' a barrel an' a heap
A barrel an' a heap and I'm talking in my sleep
About Me, about Me!

While her Brown introduced his presence with his dulcet (albeit loud and half-insensible) tones, Elisabeta kept her seat by sheer force of will, actually digging her fingernails into the rough wood tabletop in an effort to keep the lust at bay via pain. It was only working so well.

[Ember]

Ae'on looked down consideringly at Farryl's work and hummed in approval. That was until she dotted his nose with pudding and he shifted his gaze, rather humourously, to the tip of his nose. The teenager stalked even closer to Farryl - shifting the bowl of pudding to his hip in a decidedly feminine fashion - in a way that was slightly reminiscent of Elysia. His not spoken of tutor that he refused to ever acknowledge in his right mind. He leaned forward, eyes seemingly locked on the girl's lips...before giving her a good old fashioned nose-kiss, and thus spreading pudding all over the tip of her nose.

Me, once Hers had moved closer, made an unassisted leap directly into the bowl of pudding (and oh my did the edibility of it just fall a ton). She skittered as best as possible to the other side and just barely managed to catch her claws on the rim. Now that she was absolutely delicious...oh? Me tilted her head and listened to a rather lovely song. Impressed, Me is, she commented to the previously unnoticed brown. She skittered out of the bowl, across Hers' arm and down his leg to land neatly on the table once again.

Not one to drag good things out until they turned sour, the green happily trilled to her two males (the twin female ignored) and invited them to join her. One was lonesome, two was company, as they say. Nevermind that she wasn't counting herself in that, otherwise they'd have been counted as a crowd, no? Ae'on, now alerted to another suitor via Me, snatched Farryl's wrist lightly and pulled her right on over to Elisabeta with a smile. "Two's company," he purred, echoing Me's thoughts.