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Post by Rei on Apr 13, 2010 19:28:14 GMT -5
Everything had been planned weeks ago. It was just getting it all set up. That had been done by the new senior weyrling class this afternoon and evening. The training field had been strung with a multitude of glow baskets, all glimmering dimly. There was a lit runway for the dragons as well. The theme had been perfect for an evening ceremony. Night sky. The weather was behaving for once. There was a light breeze and almost no cloud cover. The unbearable heat had been chased away by a light afternoon rain, hopefully it would hold long enough. Tables laden with food where at the back. There was a dance floor and a stage for the harpers, all again brightly lit with glows.
The stars twinkled overhead and the only points of light came from the hanging glows, the moons, and the stars. There was plenty enough light to see. Invitations had been sent out weeks ago with the theme and instructions to dress appropriately. What parents that could be invited where. The whole thing was set and the last groups of people where just starting to filter in. The set up chairs where almost filled when Sel’n made his way up the steps to the makeshift stage. There would be food, drink, dancing, and of course the graduation ceremony itself. It had been a tight squeeze to get the graduation gifts done before the occasion but they had been delivered this morning. All was ready.
Standing at the front of the stage dressed in twilight blue the Weyrlingmaster raised his hand for silence. Vanity upon his shoulder suddenly frilled. SILENCE! She yelled loudly causing him to flinch and give her a stern look.
“Thank you Vanity. Good evening friends, family, weyrfolk. We are all gathered here tonight for the purpose of congratulating the graduating Zodiac Weyrling class. Each of these young men and woman have completed the necessary courses and I am proud to be the first to welcome them to the ranks of Selenitas riders. ”
He gestured for the students in the front row to rise. After the applause had died down he gestured to Meira first. “As I call your names please ascend the stairs to receive your knots. Wingleaders will be approaching you later to give you your wing assignments.”
Holding his hand up for silence again he made his way down the list starting with the newest gold rider Meira of Jingth. As each weyrling was presented their knots they where also presented a gift. A heavy wherhide riding jacket lined with fleece. The color of their dragon embossed in an intricate pattern down the sleeves and around the bottom hem. When the last weyrling had made their approach and received their knots he stepped forward again.
“Congratulations to the Zodiac class. You are all welcome to help them celebrate. So eat, drink, be merry!” He was trusting the weyrlings to behave. The new ones should be in the barracks with sleeping dragonets as it was past curfew and Darya’s class? They here more her problem than his. For all intensive purposes he had the night off and he intended to enjoy it. Gesturing to the harpers he hoped off the stage and made his way to the food tables. Drink first.
((I didn’t want the whole thing to taken up with the ceremony because we all know the fun stuff happens afterwards. ;D Zodiac weyrlings I hope you enjoy your practical gift and Kudos to you all for surviving through multiple Weyrlingmasters and lessons <3))
**Points of interest. Weyrlings and candidates are barred from drinking. Do so at your own risk. Also a certain bronzeweyrling has spiked the punch with alcohol. -_- Bad Cr’oph. **
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Apr 13, 2010 19:50:51 GMT -5
He looked nothing if not set upon, which was something of a feat considering Dmitri's voice was the first the weyrlings were hearing as dragonriders. The song itself was rather negligible and generic, better for the instrumentals than the lyrics or melody, in his opinion, but it wasn't as if anyone cared really. Background. Dementia had vacated him long enough to explore the food. She was hungry, after all, even if everyone else wasn't. The song concluded and he plunked down on the edge of the platform. Dragonriders. Bah. He glanced back at Eikane and wrinkled his nose. "Don't they have any other harpers here?" A question he well knew the answer to but it was Dmitri, and if he wasn't complaining about something it was usually time to be thinking about dragging him to the infirmary.
X'rx had stayed for the ceremony itself after spending all day helping to set it up (and cooking half the food besides). He'd drifted over to the punch bowl and was already on the second cup, finding himself surprisingly thirsty - and the punch surprisingly good. Humming softly to himself, he chuckled as Minnie began to hum right along with him from her spot nestled in his hair.
Who...ah there was Cr'oph. Hard to miss him, after all. X'rx didn't really know most of this newly graduated class, but he did know the bronzeweyrling of course. Slipping closer to him, he found himself a little...clumsy...leaning up against Cr'oph to catch his balance and snickering. "Whoops. Looks like they're enjoying it, hm?" Wow, warm. Purring softly in his throat, he didn't right himself right away. Only very reluctantly did he push himself upright and lean back against the table. "This punch is pretty good. What you put in it?" Of course he'd noticed Cr'oph was the one making the punch. Or what had seemed to him like Cr'oph was making the punch at the time; he was very busy with his own things, after all.
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Apr 13, 2010 19:56:41 GMT -5
Merridan couldn't have felt happier. They'd made it! And mostly all in one piece too. Based on what she'd heard about the classes before hers, they were lucky. She just hoped that luck would hold through the next few classes. She couldn't think of anything worse then being killed before you even had a chance to test your wings. Mer had worn her best clothes for the occasion and had even combed her hair back to look more respectable: dark brown pants and a cream shirt. She still looked like a boy, but that hardly matter.
She wanted to look good, because her father had come all the way from Hyphen to attend with her youngest brother. She wanted to do him proud. Erno sat with Vikky clutched in his lap. Mer hoped he could keep her from making a fool of herself at least until the talking was done. Auran was on her shoulder. No amount of persuading would convince him to stay behind. At least he knew enough to be quiet. Sel'n stood up and Mer perked up at once, not even needing Vanity to pay attention.
At last it was her turn to come forward. She grinned and managed to receive her knots and jacket without shouting for joy. Chaoth crooned delightedly from the edge of the field. We are true rider and dragon now, Merridan! Mer beamed up at him. And now the real work begins, Chaoth.. Starting with teaching you to call me Mer. Not so long as you have such a lovely name, my Merridan, he sang back. Mer smirked. It was an old argument, and one she wasn't likely to win.
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G'tor smiled and clapped politely. He loved celebrations like this. Like Hatchings, it was a joy to congratulate new wing members. Not to mention enjoy the fine food and wine. This time, Star was safely in his pocket, and not hiding in someone's pie. Tervain watched from her shoulder, sulky as she usually was in a crowd. Once the speech was over, he made his way over to get a drink before he got on with some of the business he had to do. More then half this class would be in his wing with K'von. He might as well get to know some of them better.
"Good speech," he told Sel'n with a wink. He poured himself some wine and took a sip. "Short and happy." Just the way all good presentations should be. Take too long, and the youngsters started to get restless. Not that they wouldn't anyway, knowing them. If they were lucky they might at least keep the candidates and weyrlings away from the wine, but he doubted that would last all night.
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Post by Ember on Apr 13, 2010 20:30:47 GMT -5
Nephele was nothing short of ecstatic. She and Nuoth had finally graduated! There was so much they had to learn as weyrlings and she was finally free of the lessons. Well, those lessons anyways. She'd decided to take lessons with a couple of people from the Centurio Wing because she didn't want to be so sharding useless all the time. Her motivation to be a valued member of the weyr was a recent developement. Her ambitions could wait until after a night of fun though. No one would begrudge a newly graduated weyrling that.
She'd dropped off her new jacket (right on top of her green firelizard; best to keep her amused somehow) and went straight for the punch. Nephele hadn't much liked the moment of spotlight during the ceremony and she'd found her mouth quite dry. Unfortunately for her the punch was spiked and the girl had next to no tolerance for alcohol. A couple of glasses later she was smiling broadly and had a peculiar bounce in her step. The bronze firelizard on her shoulder was extremely concerned by his bonded's behaviour but her brown ignored it completely. He fluttered through the crowds in his pink dress, fluting at random people. He'd dressed up too!
Nephele spotted Erilena and bounced over to her. "Hiiii, Lenaaaaa! How are you on this fiiiine night?" She gave her friend a huge hug with a very uncharacteristic giggle. The girl was quite the affectionate drunk.
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Eikane let the final note fade into the night and he sat down heavily next to Dmitri. "Nope," he replied, an odd mix of happiness and disappointment in his tone. Being the only one of the two who could play any instrument worth playing at such an event meant dancing was unlikely. Unless, perhaps, Emoyan chose to play a little. The man was more likely watching the candidates for any mischief. It was a shame but he'd live. He wondered briefly where his salamandyr, Nocturne, had gotten to. Likely hiding out somewhere watching all the goings on. A gold wher, completely ignoring the fact that he'd told her to stay away, wandered up to the platform and nosed him. It translated into 'give me attention' and he obliged by petting her head.
She'd gotten...nicer, more openly friendly with other whers recently. She'd also become even more clingy to him, if that was even possible. Eikask crooned and licked his hand. He grimaced and wiped it on the edge of the platform before continuing to pet her. Silly gold. Her usual faint shimmer had turned into an increasingly deepening glow as got closer to her time to mate. He rather liked the idea of more whers. The method of getting them...not so much. He'd begun to obsess over the possibilities of who he might wake up with. The bronze handlers...Piden, Roivao, or Ariya. Then there was also the brownhandler Qunitrell, though he may not be anywhere nearby during the Run. He sighed heavily. Why couldn't greens be bigger and male?
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((T'san and Dy'shi are around as well so feel free to poke either of them.))
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Post by Ruby on Apr 14, 2010 3:02:54 GMT -5
M'kai leaned up against a wall next to Cr'oph, eyeing his brother. "My my, aren't we looking suspicious tonight?" he murmured, glancing pointedly from the punchbowl to a boxy shape in Cr'oph's pocket. "Guess I should stay away from the punch tonight?" he asked, fingering the fur lining of his beautiful new jacket. There was still a healing scab on his lower lip, and scratches along the front of his right hip where A'emi had eventually drawn blood would certainly scar. Basically, the long and short of it was that M'kai didn't intend to lose track of what he was doing any time soon, no matter the cause. Flights, alcohol, whatever. No more.
But he would still try to have a good time at the party. Futh was incredibly pleased with himself and his rider, hanging around the edges of the ceremony in case anyone wanted to chat. He wasn't particularly close with anyone in his Weyrling class, but as far as he knew he was on good terms with all of them (except maybe Ahth). M'kai leaned over towards Cr'oph again, about to comment on something, when a dark haired Greenweyrling stumbled up on Cr'oph's other side. X'rx, M'kai remembered, Cr'oph's pet kid. With one eyebrow cocked, he leaned out from the wall a little, watching the scene on the other side of his twin unfold. At least it would be an interesting party, even if he wasn't drunk.
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Post by Avu on Apr 14, 2010 14:57:00 GMT -5
It’d be rude to leave so soon, wouldn’t it? Quite so, love. Surely you can find someone to amuse you for awhile? I’m sure the Checkoth’s is quite happy to have the hatchling with him. I know. It’s not because of Riaren, it’s just…
She didn’t finish the thought, though, glancing absently around at the gathered people and then back down at the drink in her hand – or, more precisely, the Salamandyr curled around the stem of the glass like some living decoration. Mimic was absolutely astonished by the punch. First, he’d tasted it a little, and then he’d just ended up watching the bubbles go by every time it was tipped one way or another. The jacket was draped neatly over her forearm, and Meira kind of wished she could put it somewhere – with Jingth, perhaps, but the gold was somewhere outside the immediate area and it would be rude to leave, even if she did come back.
Still. It’d be nice if someone she knew well enough to be comfortable talking to was there. There probably was someone, somewhere, and it wasn’t like she didn’t know her fellow weyrlings, but she hadn’t really seen anyone yet, and everyone else seemed to be…busy, one way or another. And Meira actually didn’t know many of them very well at all, truth be told. She’d always been too busy to just sit and socialize, between Jingth, Riaren, and her Infirmary shifts. So, yes, she was more than a little uncomfortable, and the fact that she’d put on a dress for the occasion (something she didn’t usually wear; they weren’t at all practical) seemed to be a constant reminder of that fact. Hard to relax with something so formal on.
Aliene’s!
It was Mimic’s proclamation that made her glance up again, swiftly, feeling a prick of curiosity from Jingth as well. T’san – Dsoleth’s, one of the browns that Jingth had ‘claimed’ – was good. She knew him, and he wasn’t uncomfortable company. Meira made her way over to the brownrider, smiling in greeting before she observed quietly, “That was a lot shorter and less embarrassing than I’d expected it to be…and more people, too.”
The first two of which were good things…and the last of which was not. Well, not really. She expected that T’san wouldn’t have shown up if it had been small and private and for Weyrlings only, but still. Crowds in general were bad.
((I'm gonna say that R'ahre left to go put up his jacket 'cause he doesn't really care if it's rude, and he might reappear later. Maybe. But mostly I'm lazy.))
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Post by Rei on Apr 14, 2010 15:10:33 GMT -5
Sel’n gave a slight smile to G’tor. “Glad you liked it.” He said with good humor before selecting a goblet of wine and sipping on it. He idly scanned the crowd. Nothing interesting was really going on. Poison. Vanity commented from his shoulder glaring daggers at the goblet the Weyrlingmaster was holding.
“Quiet harpy. Let me have my fun. Quit being such a spoil sport.” Tipping the glass back he drained it and poured another as she hissed venomously from his shoulder. “Oh go bother someone else.” He commented with slight irritation, swiftly grabbing her and tossing her lightly into the crowd. Screeching in fury she sank her talons into the shoulder she landed on before leaping off it and darting though the crowd. Badbadbadbadbadbad. She shrieked as she ran. She was going to find Kaaoloth. That would make hers sorry. Punished he needed to be. Dummymine.
Kaaoloth was not paying attention to his however. Instead he was sprawled out on the river bank watching Eveyth and a few of the other younger weyrlings. Their behavior wasn’t exactly normal. The young bronze in particular looked upset. Rumbling he prodded his bonded’s mind a bit too roughly. You are responsible for the children. You need to stop acting like one yourself. You are far too old for me to condone this sort of behavior. Stop drinking and pay attention to what is going on around you. Shaking his head the brown snorted, already tipsy was his and it was filtering. This was becoming a common problem.
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Cr’oph automatically caught X’rx as he staggered against him. Whoops maybe he should have warned a few people about his addition. Kind of too late for it now and it was going fast. Clearing his throat and smiling down at his classmate he chuckled. “Yeah people seem to be enjoying it.” He raised an eyebrow at the purr but didn’t comment. It made him a feel a bit awkward yes, but well it was X’rx. The greenrider was a friend. He just didn’t feel comfortable shoving the younger boy aside. Shifting his stance to take most of the younger males weight until he moved to lean on the table he shrugged. “Oh a bit of this and that. Glad you like it but maybe you should go a bit easy on it now? I don’t think you need anymore. There’s other stuff to drink you know.”
Mavenath was sprawled out at the back of the gather, his whirling eyes only showing traces of his anxiety. The vibrant green was marred by whirling streaks of yellow and red. He was angry at his. Mostly in reaction to his clutch sibling Feyrianth. She seemed upset, confused, probably in response to her bonded’s physical state. He wanted to comfort her but he could do little about it. She was nervous around him on a good day and if he bespoke her now he might send her into hysterics. Feyrianth wouldn’t be the only one feeling off tonight either probably.
As the bronze watched the gathering he gave another unhappy rumble. I sometimes wonder if your head is shoved permanently up your rear. Do you have any idea the chaos you could cause? You are upsetting others. Cause and effect Crymystupid. You will learn one day if I have to beat it into your head. Cr’oph rolled his eyes in the dragon’s direction causing the bronze to uplift his lip slightly in response. Loosen up Mavey. Loosen up! Do you have any idea the….
The bronzeweyrling sighed then, as he struggled to ignore his dragon’s mental ranting. Sometimes the bronze just needed to chill, seriously. It was all in good fun. Now where was that cute graduating greenrider? Ah yes hanging on Erilena. Oh my that looked interesting. See now he might even get a bit of a show. Chuckling he nudged X’rx and gestured to the greenriders. “Hey X’rx check out Erilena and Nephele. They seem to be having fun.” Maybe he should have felt bad, but he didn’t it was amusing.
Mavenath’s tail whipped back lashing across the earth in irritation and mild anger. Touching Trilaranth’s mind he snorted. Brothermine. I need you to do something for me. Mine is being most ignorant, and I apologize in advance but, he has tainted the human’s drinks. It is most upsetting to a few of our siblings. I do not think they understand why theirs are acting strangely. Would you mind if I asked you to send yours down to do a bit of crowd control? I do not think that our teachers will be pleased by matters as they stand now. I will attempt to explain to those who's bonded's are feeling ill. Arching his neck he gave a croon to his green clutch sibling first. She did not look well and was very off color.
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From Erilena’s point of view things where um…more than a bit hazy. The punch had been good and three glasses later she still wasn’t quite sure what was in it. It was different to be sure. Not bad but different. Had she known she likely wouldn’t have touched it. Erilena just didn’t hold her liquor well. In fact after the happy bliss wore off she was likely going to find herself violently ill. Taking the last sip of the glass she tottered forward just in time to get hit by a bouncing Nephele. “Neeeeeppppphy!!!” She squealed in glee causing quite a few people to stare at her curiously in response. “Congratulations hun. I’m wonderful!” To display this she threw her arms wide, accidentally striking a passing rider who merely eyed her curiously and shook his head before moving off. “Oops sorry!” She called after him before snuggling against her best friend for stability as well as comfort.
“You and Nuoth are excited right? I should have got you a gift.” She went on frowning and swaying slightly on her feet. “I totally forgot. I am so horrible.” Half lidding her eyes Erilena turned to the other girl. “Forgive me?” She punctuated the question with a soft kiss. Which landed on the corner of the other greenrider’s lips. Immediately she found her kiss being responded to enthusiastically and in her inebriated state it was all too difficult to resist. It wasn’t the type of kiss the weyrling was used to but she wasn’t complaining. The sensation was so wrong, and yet familiar at the same time. Just so different. Part of her wanted to stop but another part of her was so very, very reluctant. Thus she kept her mouth firmly engaged with the other woman’s. Not willing to stop just yet. Adjusting her stance she pulled herself against the other woman with little restraint, causing them both to totter back until Nephele’s back hit one of the tables. If the two where aware of the sudden stares and cat calls that rang out they didn’t respond. At least not until Erilena needed to take a breath. Blinking down at her friend she put a hand to her head slightly confused. What was happening now? “Sorry Neeephy. I think I fell on you? Hang on a second. I don’t…I don’t…feel well.”
Feyrianth paced back and forth anxiously her whirling eyes a vibrant yellow and orange. Lenamylove. What is wrong? Are you sick. No no no. Just fine. Be a good giiirl Fey. I'll be back soon... The four winged green was anxious, she had never felt anything remotely close to this from her bonded before. Her thoughts where all muddled and trying to get sense out of her was quite the chore. Maybe she was feverish? A slow whine emerged from her throat and she stopped her pacing to sit on her haunches and stare. Pacing was making her feel dizzy or maybe that was hers? Hers was mouthing Nuoth’s? That wasn’t right? Why would she kiss Nuoth’s? Nuoth’s was a green. It didn’t make sense. Hers had never wanted to kiss Nuoth’s before.
Confused and upset she gave another long whimper. Hesitantly she touched her mind to Nuoth's, Trilaranth's, and upon further thought a few of her other siblings. I am confused and I think mine and yours may be sick Nuoth. I think she needs to see Checkoth’s. She is acting strangely. Please help me fetch her? I am worried. She is not herself. Curling in on herself she whimpered, not even reacting when Mavenath crooned gently to her. She herself was not feeling well at all, as the rapid paling of her hide suggested. She was staring to feel ill and her mind was cloudy as well. When the large bronze gave worried nudge to her back she creeled quietly curling tighter in on herself. She did not like this feeling. It was wrong all wrong. She wanted to take hers and go home. Please?
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Post by midnight on Apr 14, 2010 15:54:54 GMT -5
Meagen was exhausted, well not completely. This was more of an exhaustion of dealing with STUPID. She thought Clingy had been bad, but Tarath - there was something SERIOUSLY wrong with her dragon. She knew there was something important going on - that she couldn't miss. She had to get ready for it - but she couldn't do it till after Tarath had fallen asleep.
Meagen had waited patiently, even Clingy was out cold. So was Drop, and Ka had been oddly silent for the last few days. She had a bad feeling the snake hadn't survived - but it was ok. It was only a Tunnelsnake - to be honest. She sighed as she pulled herself from her bed, that Tarath took up most of. The dragon insisted on everything pretty - everything soft and cushy. She was so... so GIRLY. Meagen shivered as she walked towards her trunk.
Pulling out her special kit. One packet was the special oil she needed to keep her hair from frizzing - the other was her comb she used. She quickly and quietly worked on her hair, swirling it up into an upknot. Throwing on an pretty tunic top, and a pair of pants. She threw on boots, and then grabbed her decorative knife - still useful. Old habits died hard, you neverk new when you would be attacked. That was her motto now - after the Seige.
She walked from her chambers, another package firmly in her arms. A gift for X'rx and a Gift for Cr'oph, was inside. The one for X'rx was a pretty stone that Tarath had found. When she meant pretty - she meant pretty. Inside it was faceted in many spiky crystals - in colors of dark purple and light violet.(Amethyst XD)... The present for Cr'oph was something she had worked on harder. Cr'oph's present was a box she had worked on carving. The first box she had made here had been for a Rider,s he couldn't remember any longer. She just knew she had made a box. Cr'ophs was an amazing puzzle box she had spent a long time working on.
M'kai's present would be good too.
She made her way to the party - unawares that her dragon had awakened. As of yet, Tarath had decided to remain quiet in the girls mind. She made her way towards Cry and X'rx, a bright grin on her face. That mischieveous gleam of hers was back. "Hey guys!" She chirped rather happily.
Oh Behruth dear, could you and your darling friend assist me to my humanlove! the green called out privately to the male. Her eyes swirling with emotions as she stood at the outer area of her ledge. It is so far to go, and I am so small!
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Post by Lotty on Apr 14, 2010 22:02:17 GMT -5
Drunk chicks rule.
Head cocked to the side, one could imagine a camera slowly zooming in on the face of our scruffy hero as he took in the scene a little surprised, a little excited, and little repulsed at his own primitive tendencies, before we pull away and reframe it all into his perspective. Across the party was a grand spectacle, a mirage in the summertime, a delusion, a drunken blunder. He glanced down at his hands. No. No, this was actually real. He didn't have a drink, he had only a gift box. He hadn't even indulged a little bit - there was no time, he had just arrived. What he had in his hands suddenly became unimportant as he freed one to scratch his chin. Wow. So, maybe there really was a Faranth?
A part of him wanted to high five every male who hooted and hollered...maybe give them hugs in the spirit of camaraderie, but then again, this was his two friends who had just drunkenly made out. More specifically, his adopted sister and the girl whom he begrudgingly adored. All these guys gawking really deserved a punch in the nose now that he thought of it, and he flashed a few masty glances side to side. They all had their fun....nothing to see here people, move along... It would have been much more convenient for him if the two didn't decide to be such exhibitionists about it all, but beggars can't be choosers. It also would have been better if they weren't so sharding smashed. He felt sort of like a creep if he were to even approach them and not immediately try and lead them to a latrine.
Well shards....as great as that was - and it really, really was - this sort of ruined K'sel's whole game plan. Considering he was the one whose hobbies included passing out drunk, he didn't know all the delicacies involved when in the opposite position. He did know that he couldn't carry around this sharding box all night...and so relieving himself of it - and the jewelry that lay within - became him number one priority. Well and checking to make sure Nephele and Erilena weren't going to die of alcohol poisoning went along with that too. He planned on covering all of the bases.
Not without at least a little help though. He had his suspicions about the punch, and if they were right, then he wanted some too. Hey, it didn't take a detective to figure out the age old trick. He knew Nephele well enough to know that she wasn't that fond of drinking, and that it certainly must have come disguised. A detour to the party refreshments were in order. Cutting in front of a few other attendees he filled a ladle and skipped the cup, drinking immediately from that oversized silver spoon and smacking his lips together. Not that it actually took a connoisseur to decipher the contents. Cue a classic K'sel eyeroll. Now where have my new favorite lushes stumbled off to? He wondered to himself...
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Post by Requiem on Apr 15, 2010 11:31:30 GMT -5
X'rx caught sight of another head peering around Cr'oph, blinking dumbly for a moment. "Cr'oph...there are two of you..." he stated, blinking again. No, that wasn't right. A sudden smile flashed and he waved at the other male. "M'kai. Hi, I thought you were another Cr'oph," he confided at a stage whisper that he surely thought was more private than it was. "I like one Cr'oph, but I think two might be a little much," he concluded sagely with an exagerrated nod, before looking back up at the one of the two brothers that he actually knew. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
But things were getting more distracting pretty quick, in the form of Erilena and a newly graduated greenrider crashing noisily into a table. He didn't need Cr'oph to draw his attention to it; X'rx was staring wide-eyed at the two girls locked together, a quiet whimper in his throat. Starting a party like that without him? How cruel. Fortunately, the young man was distracted again, this time by a Meagen bouncing happily toward them. A frown flitted over his face. She looked worn out. Taking a step toward her, the young man half leaned on her, half stroked her arm like he might a distressed animal, his expression clearly concerned if a bit fuzzy. "Meagen? Look tired. Should sleep...the new weyrlings don't have to come." Ohhh dizzy. He sagged against her, finding his face at her neck. Warm. So nice and...Meagen. Weyrling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he murmured, pulling back from her and backing right into Cr'oph. He didn't really notice though, looking distraught. "I feel..." X'rx lifted a hand to his temple. "Light. Too much wine...I didn't drink any wine..." Confusion swam across his face.
Eveyth had taken to rolling around in the grass gleefully, rubbing her head along the ground and getting herself nice and dirty. She loved this feeling. It was almost like Flying, or like X'rxHers most of the time only lighter. Letting her head loll back, she looked at Kaaoloth, tail flicking lightly. Other teacher, Kaao teacher. Come Fly with me? The Azrath's Flew Mine, but he forgot to Fly with me, she commented sadly, rolling onto her stomach and sprawling all her limbs out. Then a thread of orange wormed into her eyes. Something was wrong; Hers was confused. I feel airy, she stated to no one in particular. Does wine make us airy? Mine doesn't think he had any, but I know I didn't. Kaao Teacher? Maverick? She whined softly.
Dmitri glanced over at the other harper as he seated himself beside him, replying all too cheerfully. The teenager rolled his eyes. "Figures." To be fair, Harper Hall likely would have sent more harpers if they'd known the two they'd sent had Impressed to whers. Not like Dmitri planned on informing them. He eyed Eikask with a small amount of irritation. Glowing gold. New whers he was looking forward to...Dmisk chasing Eikask - which he would - not so much. A small yawn was hid behind a hand, even though he'd already been up for hours. "I wonder if all weyrling graduations are like this. We should do something for wherlings...not that anyone else here cares, but at least they wouldn't feel useless." He didn't add the obvious to that.
A commotion drew Dmitri's attention, eyes narrowing slightly as he made out just who were...Erilena and Nephele, what? Dmitri didn't need a second glance to know that wasn't normal behavior for either of them. Unless Erilena meant something very different by sister - and her earlier distress when he'd talked to her at the idea of being with anyone but R'ven didn't extend to the female sex. "Excuse me." He slipped up, making his way through the gathering crowd to his friend. "Lena," he commented quietly. "Lena?" His hand found her arm, half-turning her. "What are you doing?"
M'ta had dressed, for once, like he meant to actually look presentable. A Teri was now laid down for the night, and if he still carried the two blades openly on thigh and hip, two was a good deal less than he normally went armed with. Dark pants, fitted but not tight, a white, open vest, short-waisted and sleeveless made of light, breathable material in a soft blue with white piping. More clothes that his Southern Hold adopted 'nannies' had made for him. At a price, of course, but he was paying far less than he should be and that bugged him. Nevertheless, he was just making sure the collar was tight enough and in place to cover the deep slash across his throat, the spill of dark curls left mostly untouched as they swept down to shoulderblades but for pulling the front back into a braid, when Behruth mentally nudged him.
M'taMine. Tarath is distressed; Hers left her, it seems. I know it is annoying, but she will calm much quicker if you...will you? Tsking softly under his breath, the brownrider glanced at his brown. "Didn't they tell the weyrlings anything when they Impressed?" You never left a new hatchling alone, not unless you explained thoroughly first, and even then, how could someone ignore a distressed mindmate? They were too young to be stressing out this early. Behruth took that as the answer it was, brushing against Tarath's mind gently. Mine says he will bring you to her. Hold tight? It was less than a minute later that the brown settled neatly near the hatchling green.
For all that M'ta found Tarath more than just a little strange - if not a downright nuisance - she was still just a baby. He knelt near her, slipping his arms around the small one. Still small enough to be carried. "What are you doing out here all by yourself, Tarath? Won't Yours come if you ask her to?" he questioned softly. M'ta lifted her, managing to remount Behruth awkwardly. "Do you know where she is?" A thread of worry had worked it's way through his mind. Maybe Tarath couldn't contact Hers? You'd think she'd be a bit more distressed than this if that was the case but...dragons were all different.
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Post by Ember on Apr 16, 2010 16:43:59 GMT -5
T'san was...bored. Yes, quite bored. He'd come to the weyrling graduation partially because he was Wingsecond and he suspected it owuld be odd if he wasn't there, and partially because it was Meira's graduation and she was probably the closest thing to a friend that he had next to S'rei (and really, who could tel lwith that guy?). Nevroti sent over feelings of forgiveness and he pet the living jewl of a firelizard. The blue was serving to hide the annoying bite mark still on his neck from A'emi. Yes, yes, the man knew the firelizard was there and was a friend. He'd meant a friend not attatched to his mind. It was a bit of sad commentary that that was the extent of his personal relations since he'd had a good number of friends back at Fort.
The man was bored because he had yet to catch Meira since the formal ceremony. His wish for entertainment was granted as the drunken weyrlings began to feel the effects of alcohol. T'san wondered who spiked the punch. it was something he'd have done at his graduation...and then get in serious trouble because Fort was stiffer. He didn't remember a party; he remembered wing placements and drills. At least he got to go to a party now! The thought would have cheered him up more had he someone to talk - oh look! A Meira coming in his direction.
He smiled back (it wasn't as happy as it used to be but he doubted she'd notice) and nodded at the last part of her statement. "Yes, quite a lot of people here. At least it was shorter," he pointed out the silver lining. "And you...are perfectly allowed to have the punch but I warn you, someone's spiked it." T'san liked puzzles but it hadn't taken long to figure out why the weyrlings were stumbling around and doing things they shouldn't. He might have stepped into action when he noticed the young green going grey but there was little he could do and others seemed to be taking care of it. That and he was lazy.
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Nephele rested her head against her friend as the embraced. Everything was oddly fuzzy and she just needed to rest her head for a moment...just a moment. At mention of a gift she perked up briefly before realizing that Erilena was saying how she didn't have a gift. "S'okay, s'okaaaaaay. I forgi- mm." Suddenly she found lips on the edge of hers and she responded quickly. She'd been conditioned to and she was too drunk to remember that they weren't just a pair of lips, they were her best friend's and a girl's.
She found the kiss pleasant, even if it was a little sloppy.... Erilena pressed up against her and she stumbled backwards and a table caught her. The lack of oxygen was beginning to be a problem and she took a deep breath when the other girl released her lips. "Sokay," she muttered again when the girl appologized. The nice table had caught her so she wasn't hurt. Nuoth broke in to tell her that she was fuzzy and she should go back to the weyr. But she was already at the weyr, so she had already gone back, couldn't the green see?
Nuoth could not convince Hers to go back to their weyr at all. She wasn't as confused as the weyrlings but she was confused as to how Hers had gotten the Bad Drink - Nephele's own description of it - when she hadn't looked for it. She knew Hers wouldn't have done what she did if she was normal but she knew the girl wasn't sick. She crooned quietly to herself in upset but at the sound of a familiar mindvoice she knew she wasn't the most troubled. She had been left to guard Nephele's new jacket and she was really too big to go wandering through such a crowd so she infused as much comfort and warmth into her mindvoice and spoke to Feyrianth.
Feyrianth, Yours and Mine are not sick...not like how you think, she said gently. Explanation first. There's a drink that makes humans act...not themselves. Mine told me there are some bad effects afterwards (after what, she didn't say) but she will be okay. I cannot get to Ours and I cannot convince Mine to come out but let us hope others will assist them. That was all the green could do and she felt that it was distinctly inadequate. She brushed gently against Pettahth's mind. A silent plea.
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Eikane caught Dmitri's expression when he saw Eikask and snorted softly in amusement. He wasn't entirely sure what it was that bothered the other Harper but it still amused him that he didn't seem too thrilled with the gold. He blinked in surprise at the suggestion and then smiled. "We should. There's enough of us night folk to throw a semi-decent graduation, not to mention we have a couple Harper's in our group," he added dryly. He nodded once when Dmitri excused himself though the goldhandler doubted he noticed. He considered playing something but he doubted anyone would really notice and there was something about playing for an audience that didn't care to listen that bothered the man.
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Post by Rowana on Apr 16, 2010 18:30:52 GMT -5
T'ke slumped around the edge of the party. With his hands in his pockets and his clothes all wrinkled, he hardly looked right at the occasion. He wasn't sure why he had come at all. As usual, it had been one of Garaeth's ideas to get him to socialize. T'ke hated parties. Too many people in one place and most of them acting silly. He'd learn to avoid them when he could. It almost depressed him more to see them all so happy. His own graduation had been a somber affair, since less then half of them had even survived to see it.
T'ke took a sip of punch. He didn't feel like behaving like an idiot and he had a low tolerance for wine. The punch was pretty good though. It had a sharper taste then he thought it would. It also gave him a warm and fuzzy feeling that was kind of nice. He poured a second cup full and downed it. Yes, it was delicious. He poured a third, smiling giddily. He would have to find out who made this and get the recipe.
Are you having fun? Garaeth asked curiously. T'ke felt very odd. Happier then he had in a long time. He wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or not, but at least he wasn't gloomy. T'ke gave a passerby a goofy smile. Of course I am, why should I be? I thought you said you hated parties? Did I? Why are you all fuzzy? Did you hit your head again? Fuzzy? T'ke snorted barely contained laughter. Fuzzy head? Head fuzzy? Fuzzy wuzzy heady weady... He couldn't help it. He dissolved into uncontrollable giggles.
"Huzzy fead," he sang happily. He couldn't remember feeling so good. He couldn't remember why he couldn't remember. Did it really matter? Maybe more punch would help. Yes, the punch was very good. He wobbled over towards the drink table again and stumbled into someone. T'ke fell on his butt, but continued to laugh hysterically. "Sowwy!" he grinned maniacally, toasting with his empty cup. "Twy poonch. Ish good!" he advised, barely able to get the words out. Funny, his tongue usually worked fine. Oh well, it was much more fun this way.
((G'tor, Mer, and Farryl are around if anyone wants them.))
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Post by Avu on Apr 16, 2010 20:17:03 GMT -5
“…ah…?”
The look she offered T’san was clearly one of utter bewilderment. The goldrider blinked twice, and then tipped her head to look down at the punch. And Mimic. Oh…Mimic. A concerned frown crossed her face, and Meira set the glass down on the table carefully, pushing it away and pulling Mimic off of the stem of the cup. “Spiked it…do you know with what?” she inquired, anxiously. “I mean…Mimic already drank some, is he like…” Her nose crinkled at the thought; Meira was unable to connect the concept of Mimic with – “drunk?”
Me? Mimic sounded confused by the thought as he curled around her fingers, tail winding to the base of her thumb. And then, after a pause as the Salamandyr seemed to consider, Am not… He crooned at T’san nonetheless, leaning interestedly towards the brownrider and his companion. Hello, blueling. Mimic, I am. It was nice to make introductions, right? Still, he had the sense not to call T’san ‘Aliene’s’ to the man’s face; he merely offered another happy croon.
And Meira…kind of wished she hadn’t brought Mimic. She adored the firelizard, but the names of the dead firelizards and Salamandyrs (particularly Salamandyrs) had been through the Infirmary and she’d seen Aliene’s name on the list and…it was probably stupid and insensitive, to have Mimic there, with her. But…there were more than adequate distractions going on at the moment; the goldrider only had to tilt her head to see the…show being put on by Nephele and some other woman she felt like she’d seen in the Infirmary before, and when she looked away from that, slightly horrified on their behalf, since clearly they were…inebriated and they couldn’t possibly be happy tomorrow, there was…someone. Who was most definitely drunk.
He was singing, after all.
Meira glanced back at T’san, still confused (who’d decided to spike the punch? Really?) and more than a little grateful. “Thanks…for the warning,” she commented quietly, stepping automatically sideways, away from T’ke. “I don’t imagine this is exactly what the Weyrlingmaster was expecting when he decided we were going to have a party…” Understatements: Always fun. “Anyway, I think I’ll just get water…unless that’s spiked, too?” She hadn’t meant for the note of amusement to slip into her voice, but it still emerged on the tail end of the last comment, a mixture of actual amusement at the idea of Sel’n’s reaction and relief that, at the very least, whatever the punch had been spiked with wasn’t harmful.
Except for alcohol poisoning, or something. Hopefully nobody would drink that much, though.
Perhaps Healers would be best advised to create something that cures the drunkenness, observed Jingth, and her wave of amusement was definitely greater than Meira’s. At least Dsoleth’s pays attention; love, it could be worse. If they are all drunk, they will not /remember/ each other being drunk. I imagine they’ll be far too focused on themselves.
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Post by raii on Apr 16, 2010 21:34:36 GMT -5
Karou
Boring little Weyrlings. Graduation day was supposed to be a happy day for all there. How could Karou be happy? She was bitter, remorseful, unhappy. More importantly, she had failed again. Another hatching she hadn't Impressed at. She scowled as she passed the punchbowl. She took a deep breath and poured herself a cup.
She tasted it. Fruity. Yummy. What was that strange but familiar taste? Hmm...She noted a large amount of wildly drunk people. Could it be alcohol? How wonderful. She definately needed to calm her nerves. She downed a few glasses.
She felt light headed, her bitterness fading slightly. Whoops! She tripped on...well, she wasn't exactly sure. Her own feet, maybe? "Shards," she muttered. She drifted along in a dazed fashion, gazing at the lights with silent awe. Pretty stars.
She bumped into several people. Alcohol made her lose her natural grace. She muttered several appologies in the form of "'Scuse me"s. Herself as she was ceased to exist, and she was simply amazed at everything she surveyed.
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Dusk
Dusk, the pink-colored brown, noted the yummy-looking punch. It looked, well, yummy. No reason he had to avoid the yummies because Sari and Upasanath and Lazuli and Mika were asleep. He noted a cup left on the table, and quickly lapped it up. Oooh, yummy!
The alcohol passed through his system quickly. Before long, he was wildly swinging through the air, a danger to any and all around him. "CREEEEEEEE," he shrieked loudly. His tail thrashed around wildly. Giddilly he wove between people. He crashed into a few, but continued on his way merrilly.
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Eselda
She hadn't Impressed. Ah, well. No reason she couldn't enjoy others' success. She grabbed some food and punch, seating herself cheerfully. She ate and drank thirstilly. Huh, it tasted weird. Weeeeiiiiirrrrdddd. Ah, well. It made her head buzz with good feeling.
She saw a boy fall, and hurried to help him up. She misjudged the amount of stregnth needed, and fell back into her chair. She stumbled over to T'ke. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii there! I'm Eselda! Isn't that a nice name? Like...uhm, I don't know. You know? Why are you on the ground? Get up, silly!"
She glanced around. Where were Loli, Renn, and Indo? Had she left them at home? Perhaps. Ah well. Her eyes shined. "You look happy. Happy happy happy. You'd be happier off the ground. It must be uncomfortable! That is bad. Very bad. Up up up!"
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Post by rii on Apr 17, 2010 14:07:54 GMT -5
I would be more than happy to aid you, Bronzebrother.
Trilaranth turned to his, a malevolent purr rumbling in his chest and eye swirling with contented – pleased – blues. His blunt snout found R'ven's side, nearly knocking the smith clean off his feet. The weyrling's large hand found the curve of the dragon's jaw; gripping there to keep from falling. Mavenath has asked us to play crowd control. His chosen is not as dutiful as my brother and is causing trouble for the others.
"That's really none of our concern," R'ven responded in a gruff tone, shifting to better footing so he could release Trilaranth's head. His opinion of the red-head wasn't exactly high from the start. He only had dealings with the former bendenite during lessons and a bit around the barracks. What he saw there – weyrbred (which came with a different set of ideals, morals, etc), irresponsible, self-centered – were traits R'ven liked in nobody. To think Cr'oph was going to one day be at the head of things and bossing them around, just because he rode a bronze did not sit well with the brown weyrling. "Tell one of the weyrlingmasters, it's their job to deal with unruly students."
Trilaranth snorted a warm blast of air at his rider, but another voice addressing kept him from arguing. His contentment receded, somewhat, and R'ven could feel the changes through their bond. Feyrianth is upset. Says her's is acting strangely and not herself..
That got R'ven's attention. He debated for half a second before going with the fawn brown dragon down to the training field. Trilaranth didn't bother to ask where his wanted to land, the brown made a direct path for the other dragons of his class – easily picking out Feyrianth's pale hide and hearing Eveyth's whine and landing near them. Oh he didn't not like that his clutchsisters were upset. Not at all. That touch of anger transferred to R'ven, who dismounted and moved up the slight incline to reach the celebration.
It was none of his business, really, but R'ven couldn't stop the way his fingers curled into his palms as he watched a stumbling few and others that had found the ground in their haze. Mavenath's tainted the drinks. R'ven's eyes narrowed. He didn't care if people drank, but tricking them into it for a good laugh at their.. turmoil.. was a different matter. Clear enough that it was upsetting some of the younger dragons. And what if people had no tolerance for it, allergic even, went stumbling into the river in their disorientation..
.. Who the shard was responsible here?
He scanned the scene (he had missed out on the make-out session), debating between approaching the sober Cr'oph about his stupid stunt (but honestly he didn't see any resolution being done there, aside from easing his temper by burying his fist into the red head's face), there was Erilena (who was being seen to by Dmitri, so not a pressing matter for the moment), A weyrlingmaster that was ignoring the entire thing (again, the lack of responsibility disgusted R'ven enough that he just wanted to literally knock some sense into the man), a few people already under the effects of the drink, the punch bowl though.. might as well get rid of the source before it could get any worse.
Spoil sport, or call him what they will, the brown weyrling took the bowl and dumped the contents out onto the grass. He then moved over to where T'ke was slumped, touching the bluerider's shoulder in concern – and removing the sloshing cup from his hand in the process. "Think you've had enough punch.. you alright? Took a nice fall there.."
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