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Pink Pampers, Ooh, Pink Pampers


Date:  September 13, 2001
Place:  Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  This log title is *entirely Conn's fault*.  That's my
story and I'm sticking to it.  In summary:  good Craftsecond Katlynn
arrives at Telgar with a little gift for Kassi and the luckily absent
I'sai, evidently inspired by everyone's favorite bluerider stripper,
V'der; havoc and hijinks ensue.  And I still say you'll never get Is
into the thong, Kat. ;)

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The Log:

TGW-Bowl>> Katlynn has arrived.

TGW-Bowl>> Katlynn ker-plops straight onto the ground, a whuff of dust
rising up around her. "Shards." She states with a rather confused frown,
tilting her head to stare up at the great blue beast of a watchdragon.
"How..did I get down here so fast?" And on her tush, no less. Still, the
woman gets up, dusts herself off, and starts marching in the direction of
the living cavern.

TGW-Bowl>> Katlynn walks south.

<Weavers> Kassima gets this insane image of a dragon, instead of a stork,
bringing Weavers in bundles to weyrs, and one of them dropping Katlynn from
the sky. I will not ask if she is wearing the transparent pink Pampers. ;)

<Weavers> Ysabel laughs!

<Weavers> Katlynn chokes on her coffee. "I hadn't even *thought* of that
when I pose *giggles*. No, Kat is /not/ wearing transparent pink pampers."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Although.. since she's at Telgar, I think she can
have brought across a nice pair for I'sai, especially since he's no here to
complain ;)"

TGW-LC>> Katlynn walks in from the bowl.

<Weavers> Kassima beams. What a *fabulous* notion. ;)

TGW-LC>> Zaidra rises at the entrance of the woman with the fancy lavender
and white knot, and offers, "Telgar's duties to the Weavers, ma'am. May we
help you with anything?"

TGW-LC>> Lenka shoots up beside Zai, just seconds later, and nods her
greetings, also.

TGW-LC>> "Weaver's duties to Telgar, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera."
Katlynn calls out in a puffed-up voice as she enters, hands still working
at patting the dust out of her clothing. "Shards it's chilly here, where's
my jacket gotten too..." Trailing off into mumbles, she pauses near a
table, perching her basket upon, and goes riffling through, until she
findsa beaten up, worn-out leather jacket, and slings it around her
shoulders. "Oh yes, can you tell me where I'd find I'sai, at the time I've
day? I've got something to give him." Pause, "And Kassima too."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Oh. My. Goodness. I cannot believe my typos. Oy.
Coffee time ;)"

<Weavers> Kassima stares. Katlynn, if you brought *Kassi* transparent pink
Pampers.... ;)

TGW-LC>> Zaidra hesitates, thinking. "I'm afraid I've been on messenger
duty all day, and haven't seen him, ma'am. I'm Zai, brown Ymedath's, by the
way. He said something about possibly leading a drill tonight. But...Lenka,
d'you know where he is? If not, Yme or Robinth could try to bespeak
Taralyth or Lysseth, I guess."

<Weavers> Katlynn looks up at the shiny golden halo circling her head.
"Uhhm...and what if I did?" *grin*

TGW-LC>> Lenka shakes her head, sinking back to a sitting position again.
"I've not seen or heard them either... not that that means they're not
here, of course," she adds," voice low, looking back at Zai.

<Weavers> Kassima lets the 'ka-click' of her switchblade answer that
question. ;) (Okay, so more likely Kassi would gibber a lot, but! ;)

TGW-LC>> "Oh dear.. I'm afraid I just *don't* have the time to sit around
waiting for I'sai to get back from wherever he is." Putting on a
mock-sniffle, Katlynn sinks into a chair, letting out a rather loud, and
rather melodramatic sigh. "Perhaps one of *you* two could give these things
to I'sai." Pause, a sly grin curving her lips, "And Kassima. Could you do
that for me?" Another pause, before she makes a little 'oh' with her mouth,
"I'm Kat, by the way. Nice to meet you both."

<Weavers> Katlynn squeaks and hides under a rock. "But but.. it's such a
/lovely/ shade of pink."

<Weavers> Kassima says, "And I'll *bet* it has feathers on it. Doesn't it. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima is so deeply afraid to go down to the LC....

TGW-LC>> Lenka stares at Kat, murmurs a greeting, and then gathers just
about enough presence of mind (on her part) to point at Zai. Zai gives
things. Really she does.

Telgar Weyr> Talisha suggests you go with the pull of the dark side, Kassi,
and take a visit down there. ;>

<Weavers> Katlynn flutters her lashes. "Maaaaybe."

TGW-LC>> Zaidra blinks at the one calling herself Kat. "Are you certain
you'd rather not see one or the other of them yourself, ma'am?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima, drawn to great evil like an iron filing to a magnet,
can only shrill, "Help me! Help meeeeee!" a la the Fly. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra says, "But you have innocent weyrlings down here. Who
knows what might happen."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima perks up. Ooh! Corruption! Bonus!

Telgar Weyr> Lenka lol!

Telgar Weyr> F'lone laughs.

<*> Lysseth springs from the ground, the air from her wings churning up
dust as she takes to the skies.

You spring from Lysseth's ledge with one downsweep of your wings, soaring
into the sky above the Northern Bowl.

Dragon> Lysseth senses that Ymedath sends soft creamy-innocent thoughts,
gently asking for attention. <<My *Zai* asks if your *Kassima* can come to
the *Living Caverns*>>

TGW-LC>> "Oh, absolutely *positive*." Katlynn assures the weyrlings,
flashing the pair of them an overly bright grin. "I think it'd be best if
somebody -other- than myself passed these along.. And, I'll even whip up a
nice blouse for the both of you, just for helping me!" Whatever it is she's
got, it must be bad, if she's willing to make shirts for -free-. "Would you
mind? I'd be ever-so grateful." Giving another sad-sniffle, she reaches
into her basket, removing a bright pink velvet bag, with a yellow drawstring.

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick ...

Telgar Weyr> Talisha says, "Corruption is Good Thing *sagenod*."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha puts an 'a' somewhere in there, yep.

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra oh dears :)

Lysseth> Ymedath senses that Lysseth, caught mid-launch, is a moment in
replying, and when she does her thoughts are touched by the adrenaline of
beginning flight: << We come, we come, >> she assures, though the creamy
innocence gets a long mental look.

You fly downwards towards the bowl.

<*> F'lone begins untying several tubes tied to Hroth and setting them down
within reach. After a few moments he has about 5 large tubes laying there.
He picks them up and, with a sigh, turns towards the living cavern.

<*> Hroth warbles a greeting to Lysseth.

<*> F'lone walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

TGW-LC>> F'lone walks in from the bowl.

TGW-LC>> F'lone walks through, his arms loaded with tubes. He nods a
greeting to everyone as he passes, grumbling slightly under his breath.

TGW-LC>> F'lone walks towards the inner cavern.

TGW-LC>> Zaidra glances at Lenka, then finally offers. "Well, I /guess/ one
of us could do that, ma'am. If you think it would help. But...you know
Kassima's likely to show up at any moment. She's sort of surprising that way."

<*> Lysseth swoops down, around, around, spiralling in until she's reached
her intended place; backwinging, she comes to a dainty landing there.
"This," quoth Kassi, as she frees herself from straps, "ought to be
interesting."

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

TGW-LC>> Maybe she suspects said free blouse might also be bright pink, but
Lenka still looks overly apprehensive. "I - err - well - " She continues to
waver a hand in Zai's direction, although it's a rather absent-minded action.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Thanks, Zai. You flatter me. ;)"

Ymedath croons softly toward Lysseth.

Once her rider has finished her dismount, Lysseth curves her body into a
comfortable curl of green, a low rumble of greeting to the young dragons
escaping her throat. Kassi indulges in a moment of scritching her
lifemate's muzzle--which Lyss accepts shamelessly--before she responds to
her unheard cue.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

"Wonderful! Oh.. and if Kassima /does/ happen to walk in this moment, then
please *please* tell her that you didn't get these from me, and that some
rider called V'der happened to think that she'd look *stunning* in them,
okay? Okay." Katlynn rambles these words out in a quick rush, blue gaze
darting toward the entrance in, perhaps checking that said Evil greenrider
hasn't arrived while she was babbling. Unlacing the drawstring of the bag,
she pulls out a pair of rather puffy, but *very* sheer pink...underthings,
with strings of leather dangling from the sides, tipped with bells which
tinkle-tinkle as she fluffs them out. "These ones are for Kassi," She
explains, holding them up, "And these.." A second pair removed, the same,
yet the bells are replaced with feathers, "Are for I'sai."

<Weavers> Katlynn squeals. Oh no. Here comes my death.

<Weavers> Kassima says, "You'd better believe it, baby. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn wonders how fast Kat can run, in her clothes ;>

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Does it matter, when Kassi's blocking the door? ;)"

<Weavers> K'ryn wonders...

<Weavers> Katlynn shrieks. "Someone save me, someone take me away from this
awful place!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Give me your baby brother and I'll consider it. ;)"

<Weavers> Shylana blinks... what a line to come in on... SHould I find my
sailor Weaver costume?

<Weavers> Katlynn whines. "Can I give you K'ryn instead?"

Zaidra nods, "Right, ma'am. A gift from V'der." She hasn't seen Kassima
enter yet, so busy goggling at the pinkthings is she. "And if she asks, of
course, you're just coming as a courtesy, right?"

<Weavers> K'ryn says, "Eep."

Lenka can't help but stare. And then make a small, slightly choked sound.
Which is apparently all the comment she's capable of. Or maybe she's just
spotted Kassi.

<Weavers> Katlynn wonders why she suddenly gets in her head, "Katlynn. You
are the weakest link. Goodbye!"

"Did someone say m'name?" Kassima inquires genially as she ambles into the
room, leaning her shoulder against the side of the entrance; just call her
Kassi Boitano. "A little vtol or two suggested I should come dow--" That's
where she breaks off. Because that's where she starts to hear Katlynn.
That's also, a couple of seconds later, where the belled underpants
appear... and where she unconsciously shifts to block the exit, even in her
helpless staring. "This is a dream," she decides once that long pause is
done. "This is some sort of horrible dream."

<Weavers> Kassima says, "...You know, some round, I need to do a proddy
desc based on that woman. ;)"

<Weavers> K'ryn says, "Eek. Evil."

<Weavers> Katlynn hides. "She's going to kill me. *sniffle*."

F'lone walks here from the Inner Cavern.

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Indeed. Did you see the South Park movie by any
chance, Kat? ;)"

Katlynn continues on her merry way, fluff-fluffing out the belled pair of
strange, padded underthings, a couple of fuschia pink feathers floating
into the air from the other pair. "Yes, please do. Just tell Kassima that I
dropped them off for him, and I didn't have a thing to d---" Breath audibly
catches in her throat, words turning to a high 'squeak', as Kassima's voice
reaches her ears. "Hide me!" She shouts, ever-the-dramaqueen, and stumbles
out from her chair, tossing the underthingys toward the weyrling pair. "It
wasn't me."

<Weavers> Katlynn did, yep. But I don't know if I remember it all.

F'lone walks back in, this time empty handed and immediatly heads to the
serving table. He pours himself a large mug of klah and takes a long drink
before refilling the mug and turning. He sees whos there and salutes with
his free hand. "Evening Wingleader Kassima. Craftsecond Katlynn." he says.
"Hello, Zai. Lenka." he greets.

Zaidra just blinks at the craftsecond, and then, though she graciously
moves in front of the panicked woman, she simple salutes Kassima as if this
sort of thing happened all the time. "Evening, Wingleader Kassima. How're
you and Lysseth doing. Hey, F'lone."

Kassima would salute F'lone back. Really, she would. It's just that she's
too busy taking first one slow step, then another, towards yon Craftsecond
is all, her eyes becoming the same intense green as a feline predator's.
"Craftsecond, d'you want t'be explaining *what* is going on, that pink
underthings with bells on 'em are being waved around with m'name attached?"
If not literally, thank goodness. "And why you're now throwing them at
Weyrlings, and why you're thinking you can hide?" It's a shame she's not
wearing spurs, to jingle at each hit of a heel against floorstone. "Zai,
you shouldn't help refugees from justice. I'm sure 'tis one of those
Weyrling rules--and besides, I only want t'ask her some *questions*." Riiight.

F'lone catches Katlynn as she stumbles into him. "Pardon me, ma'am." he
says, righting Katlynn.

Lenka finds a pair of - err, underthingys - come flying at her, and - all
those drills having done something - even catches them. And then drops them
on the table in front of her a moment later, as if they'd burnt her or
something. Or maybe it's just so she can salute, then, "Evening," coming
out all weak.

Kassima adds as an afterthought, "We're good, apart from the whole random
pink underpants thing." She's regained enough composure to return Lenka's
salute, although her eyes *avoid* those undergarments. Oh, yes, they do.

Poor, /poor/ Katlynn. As much as she tries to stumble backward and get as
far *far* away from Kassima as she can, she whacks into F'lone, gets
righted, and then continues tripping her way backward in desperate attempt
to flee. "Uhmm.." She attempts to explain, waving a hand around
expressively, using that hand to yank a pink feather from her hair,
"Y'/see/ Kassima," pause, toeing the ground, "V'der suggested that maybe
you'd like some frilly pink knickers, and well, then he suggested that
I'sai might like some to match.." Eyes dart toward the weyrling who managed
to catch the ghastly things and drop them, and she pleads, "Tell her it
wasn't me!"

Zaidra offers mildly, for after actually /seeing/
V'der's...performance...this really is nothing. "She outranks me, ma' - um
- Kassima. And...isn't 'hide me' a plea for help? And aren't we s'posed to
respond to those?" See, all quite logical, really.

Lenka opens her mouth. And then shuts it again. Several times. But anything
comprehensible is apparently beyond her. She tries to hide behind Zai,
instead, and just look small, and insignificant.

F'lone looks around him before bending down to pick up the pieces of the
mug which he dropped to catch Katlynn. "What's going on here?" he asks.
"And why are there /pink/ knickers on the table?" he asks, a slight grin on
his face.

"Would you also hide a renegade who'd been thieving and murdering, because
he happened t'be a Lord Holder's son?" Pause. Even Kassi evidently realizes
the lack-of-workingness of that particular comparison, since she shakes her
head after a moment and continues her advance on the poor, backpedalling
Craftsecond. "V'der, hmm... what say we make a bargain? You tell me
everything y'know--who did the commissioning; I'm guessing the bluerider?
And how much was paid, and 'twill take it out of *his* hide instead. I
don't believe in killing messengers, and 'twould probably be nay *end* of
mess for Weyr-Craft relations, nay t'mention that Doran would probably make
me *wear* those knickers in the next fashion show." Did that make any sense
whatsoever? Maybe it's the fact that I'sai's also a target for torment
that's put her in this oh-so-merciful mood, since she does look *almost*
amused as she glances back towards the feathered set. "Don't worry, Lenka,
nay anybody's going t'die *here*." She'll let someone else answer F'lone's
question, though.

Katlynn narrows her eyes down to mere slits of dark blue, staring at
Kassima from beneath her trussed-up hair. Deep breaths, as she stops
stumbling backwards, and digs a heel into the ground. "Your..your not going
to kill m-me?" This would be the number one question on -her- mind at
least. "You promise? Greenrider's aren't to be trusted afterall, evil
creatures that they are." She gives a disdainful sniff, and reaches up to
pluck another pink feather off herself. Finally, she explains, "See,
/V'der/--it was all his fault--told me that you and I'sai had a fascination
for pink things, and that you wanted to look all cute and match eachother,
and well...I didn't see why I /shouldn't/ make them.." Sniffing again, she
continues, this time inching back a pace or two, "And he paid, well, he
didn't pay. I did it for free, because your my *favourite* greenrider and
bronzerider, afterall." Head nods, very, very slowly. "And," For F'lone's
benefit, "Because I brought them for Kassi."

Lenka bites down on her lower lip, takes several looks around the living
cavern, and then, quite simply, slips out and away to somewhere safe, or at
the very least, not containing pink underthings. Hopefully.

Lenka walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

<Weavers> Javin Waves

F'lone takes care of the broken mug and grabs a cloth to clean up the
spilled klah as he waits for an answer. He cleans up the spilt klah and
then grabs another mug of klah. He returns just in time to hear the
weaver's explination. "Ahh." is all he says as he turns to look at the pink
knickers. "Well. We can always tie them to a string and hang them from
Kassima's weyr, if she doesn't want them." he offers with a slight chuckle
and a wink to the greenrider.

<Weavers> Katlynn snugs Javin.

Zaidra just watches as Katlynn and Kassima fling words around, finally
resuming her seat. This could be fun to watch.

Telgar Weyr> Talisha says, "F'lone, you want to die, don't you? ;>"

<Weavers> Javin snugs Kitty Kat. "Supp?"

Telgar Weyr> F'lone laughs ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn sniffs and points at Kassima. "She's about to kill me,
me-thinks." ;)

Telgar Weyr> T'lean chuckles...should the rest of us start a betting pool?

Kassima promises with what's definitely amusement, "I'm a woman of m'word."
After a beat, she qualifies: "When I'm nay proddy, anyway... you can live,
at least for now." How reassuring. But she does edge back towards the table
that contains the... items, the better to make herself actually look at
them. "I have t'wonder where he could've got a notion like *that*. Like
either of those. M'kon and I'sai matching would make a great deal more
sense--" Still, she gives the feathered pair a once-over. "Though the look
on his *face*... wait a minute, wait a minute. We're your favorite? So you
agree t'torment us for free? Oh--g'night, Lenka!" she calls after the young
Weyrling, probably too late. "Shards. One of these days, 'twill nay miss. I
don't suppose you'd like a pair of belled pink underthings, Zai? I know you
Weyrlings don't usually have the marks t'commission such things for
*yourself* yet, and... ah, F'lone? Deathwishes are very appropriate for
brownriders. But you might want t'be careful of the *extent* of said
deathwish."

Telgar Weyr> J'an woofs.

<Weavers> Javin will protect you. Why?

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra says, "If he's gonna get murdered, can I watch? :)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Sure! I'll sell tickets. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn grins. One word, Javin. Pink.

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Another word: Pampers."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "With bells and feathers ;) so pretty, very very
pretty."

Zaidra blinks, "Me? Pink? /Bells/? Next you'll suggest that J'an gets the
matching pair, since all we're allowed to do is hold hands just now." She's
blushing, of course.

Telgar Weyr> F'lone chuckles. Well. You did mention waving them about ;)

J'an walks in from the bowl.

Kassima is a little too quick to agree, brightly, "That might be a
*splendid* notion, if'n Is would be willing t'sacrifice his! Mayhaps you
could even wear 'em to this graduation celebration I've heard's in the
works. May would approve. Truly."

F'lone blinks. "Me. A deathwish, Kassima? No. No deathwish." he says,
though he tries to hide a chuckle. "I wasn't really serious about that,
Kassima. I would never do that. At least not with you knowing it was me."
that last bit is said under his breath.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima is becoming more and more tempted to do a flight soon.
I'd forgotten how much fun frightening poor Craftseconds can be. ;)

J'an wanders in, looking eminently smug and cheerful - perhaps a washover
in the bond between himself and his lifemate, since the bronze is sleepy
and contented from a recent feeding.

"Your -not- proddy though, are you?" Katlynn eyes fling wide, going from
those teeny tiny slits, to a pair of huge saucers. "She's not proddy,
someone *please* tell me she's not proddy." A quick glance is stolen around
the cavern, eyes falling upon F'lone for just a moment, and with an impish
grin, quite unlike the horrorified stare her eyes are stilled fixed at, she
wonders, "You don't want to live very long, do you?" And then, /then/ she
stops, and tilts an *innocent* smile at Kassi. "I'm not trying to torture
you! Really. I thought you'd look *nice* in pink frilly, feathery, belled
underthingys. Won't you try them on?" Another step back, and another. "Oh,
you, weyrling, Zaidra was it? I'll make you another pair if you like, but
*these* were specially made for Kassima and I'sai, and I am under *strict*
instruction not to allow them to go to anybody else. V'der said so."

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio waves. :)

Telgar Weyr> Talisha ponders flight-themes for hers. Oh oh. Do another
flight! And wear pink feather knickers *snicker*. Hi Kich :)

<Weavers> Javin LAUGHS!

Zaidra shakes her head, "I'm not the one to ask, ma'am. I've never seen
what Kassima's like when Lysseth's proddy...heard lots of stories though."
She peers past everyone to try and catch J'an's eye and mouth at him. 'Run.
Now.'

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Would it be tasteless to have it during graduation?"

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra thinks that would be hilarious.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grins. More importantly, would I be flogged to death by
Nim and May and all of the Weyrlings? :)

Telgar Weyr> F'lone says, "I remember someone, can't remember who, told me
that once, one of the weyrlings greens rose the night of graduation."

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio peers. A flight during graduation and J'lyn in pink
feather knickers? *snerk* I'll come watch!

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra would never flog someone who outranks her.

Telgar Weyr> Talisha says, "I think it was Alessi's, last clutch :)"

"Dare I ask what in the name of Faranth's fewmets you all are talking
about?" J'an wonders amiably, drawing off his worn leather gloves, slowly...

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn WILL NOT have on pink feather knickers. He will be
wearing the customary black buttless leather pants.

Telgar Weyr> Schmitt likes the thought of pink feather knickers.

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra bets they'd look smashing with sheer pink knickers
underneath though.

"Never underestimate a greenrider's ability t'find out who they need t'get
revenge on," Kassi warns F'lone, with a quick wiggle of eyebrows. "You'll
wake up finding a severed runner's head in your furs some night." Katlynn's
query causes the greenrider to look down at herself, contemplatively. "Nay,
couldn't be. I'm nay wearing only black. Kat, someday 'twill ask *why*
you'd think I'd look nice in pink knickers, but now I'm nigh afraid to--and
since nay anyone would ever *see* 'em, would it matter if'n I tried 'em
on?" This line of conversation does get her to edge a bit further from the
Underpants of Doom, mind you.

Telgar Weyr> Talisha sniffs. What about pink leather buttless pants? Oh!
Maybe I'll do that for mine ;>

Telgar Weyr> F'lone says, "You're not gona weyr Kat's /pink/ buttless
pants? ;)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn will wear them about 10 minutes after you do, then,
Schmitt.

Kassima slants a curious look Zaidra-wards. "'Twill probably regret it, but
I just have t'be asking--what sorts of stories? And you should ask Katlynn,
J'an. She's the evil mastermind here."

Telgar Weyr> Schmitt bets Cami would like it.

Telgar Weyr> Talisha says, "What about V'der's version of 'em?"

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio snickers.

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra ooohs. "Those are an excellent idea."

<Weavers> Katlynn dies and just /has/ to add underpants of doom to her +pos.

<Weavers> Javin snickers

<Weavers> Kassima intones, "Indiana Kassi and the Underpants of Doom,
coming to theaters near you!"

<Weavers> Katlynn chokes, laughing. Ohgoodness.

<Weavers> Javin says, "hehe"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima belatedly nahhhs at the idea of her wearing pink
knickers next proddy-round. I've decided what my next desc will be based on
already. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio ooooohs. Do tell!

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Though feathers *would* be involved.... ;) The
lady shown on http://www.interplay.com/bg2throne/ :) I'm still looking for
a bigger version of the pic, but that gives the basic idea. ;)"

"We're /talking/ about those marvellous fluffy pink knickers over there,
near Zaidra." Katlynn mutters toward the newest Weyrling entrant, giving a
*huge* heaving sigh as she does so. "And don't even /think/ about running
of with them, Weyrling, no matter how tempted you may be, they're for I'sai
and Kassima." Firm nod. Glancing back to the Greenrider of Death then, she
sniffs, and offers, "But /Kassima/, I've heard that you once wore something
pink, and you looked just *spectacular!* And here I am, giving you a /gift/
of some perfectly wonderful underthingys, and your saying you won't even
try them on? Why, you hurt me." Sniff. "I bet /I'sai/ would at least /try/
them." Well okay, he'd probably run a mile, but that's not the point. "And
if you tried them on, you could wear them with buttless leather pants, and
that way we *could* see them." It all makes sense to Kat.

J'an decides to take shelter behind Zaidra, since he suspects that it's far
safer there. "Why underthings? And why pink?"

Telgar Weyr> Talisha looks, and oooooohs. I like that.

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio says, "Neat!"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Alas, the enormous razor-fingered glove things
would *probably* be uncanon. ;) But I liked it otherwise. :)"

"'Twill make you another deal," Kassima proposes, drawing herself up to sit
on the very edge of the table. And yea, though I walk through the valley of
the Greenrider of Death, I fear no evil.... "If'n you can convince *Is*
t'be trying 'em on, then I'll do likewise. But I won't show anybody.
Because I never, ever, ever, ever wear buttless leather pants, and never
will, although I *do* think Is should wear his with the fish thong. I
didn't look spectacular! I looked rid-bloody-iculous! People laughed at me
all day!" She hears J'an's questions, but just shoots Katlynn a *look*.
Evidently these will also be deferred to the Weaver.

One might think first before hiding behind someone who's only five feet
tall. Because any protection offered would be symbolic at best. "They're
for Kassima and I'sai," Zai murmurs to J'an as if that explains it all.
"Although Kassima tried to pawn them off on us. Well me. Well...no...us."
She looks to Katlynn, "Ma'am, I promise I won't run off with them. F'lone
might though."

J'an cheeps, "Us?" Now he's giving Kassima a faintly incredulous look.

Kassima retorts to Zaidra, after giving F'lone a vaguely disturbed look for
the suggestion that he might shanghai the underpants of much terror, "*You*
were the one who said I'd be suggesting next that you and J'an should get
the matching set, weren't you? 'Twas just trying t'be helpful." Never mind
that she's having trouble keeping a straight face as she says so.
"Honestly, truly. I still want t'know about these *stories*, too."

Katlynn gives another little sniffle, defeated. "Oh/kay/, so if I can
convince I'sai to wear them, then you'll at least try them on?" A hopeful
quirk to her lips, and she bounds across to scoop up the Underpants of
Doom, and trots happily to the table where her basket was left. "Maybe,
/maybe/ he'll wear that fish-thong, and all my hard word won't have gone to
waste." A heavy sigh escapes her lips, again over-the-top dramatic, and she
begins stuffing the knickers into the pink velvet sack, lacing it tightly
shut. "Well /I/ think you would have looked spectacular, Kassi. Afterall,
who /doesn't/ look good in pink?" Finally, she nods toward Zaidra, and
offers, "I'll still make you that blouse, for protecting me from the Evil
Greenrider. What colour would you like?" F'lone's then given a look, and a
smirk. "And if you like the knickers so much, maybe I'll make you some of
those, just because." Pause, "What stories?"

J'an is still attempting to hide behind Zaidra. He's long since concluded
that he's not sure he even wants to try to understand this.

Zaidra waves a hand, "Um...just stories. Most of them involved knives...and
leather. And...I'm afraid I wasn't very good at protecting, so you needn't
make me anything ma'am."

"Me," Kassi fervently avers. "Be trusting me. I got paid forty-seven and
three-quarters marks t'go around in pink lace all day, once, because the
sight would be so ridiculous and snicker-inspiring for the Weyr at large."
Or so she's figured, evidently. With the Underpants of Doom hidden away,
the greenrider deems it safe to edge back to her own Wing's table, and to
take possession of her chair there. "That's the deal, though. Be taking it
or be leaving it--'tisn't easy t'convince Is t'do aught; you'd probably end
up in indentured servitude or some such thing. Zai, be sure t'make it plain
if'n you don't want feathers on that blouse. Won't you provide a few
details, pretty pretty please?"

Kassima spares a distinctly sympathetic look for J'an, too.

J'an says "Blouse?"

Lysseth> Kichevio _was_ admiring the evening--then the wind picks up. With
a grimace of distaste, she ducks her head against the onslaught and hurries
inside.

Kichevio walks in from the bowl.

Zaidra murmurs an explanation to J'an.

"Nonsense, without your help, I could have ended up skewered like a wherry
by Kassima." Katlynn notes toward Zaidra in a rather amused voice. "Don't
get me wrong, I'm not offering anything *wonderful*, but it'll be nice!
Now, what colours do you like?" She does a quick double-knot in the lacing
of the bag, then hefts it up. "Well, next time I see I'sai, I /will/
convince him to wear the fish-thong, /somehow/." Pause, "I don't know how,
but I will. I have to. That thong was a masterpiece!" she throws up one
hand dramatically, then tosses the pink velvet bag toward Kassi's table
with her other. "For the meantime however, I think that you'd better keep
those safe. I wouldn't want the Weyrlings sneaking away with them, and
trying them on."

Kichevio is untangling her windblown hair, and so is distracted for a
moment or three, hearing but not seeing the conversationalists. She gets
her eyes clear just in time to here the word 'thong' and see Kassi gifted
with a pink velvet bag. Hmmm. "What have I walked in on?"

Zaidra ums, "I'm horrible at choosing colors. Ask anyone. But if you feel
strongly about it...I'll accept, ma'm, and oh...stories...I'm bad at
storytelling. Really."

J'an grins. "No, you're not," he murmurs, resting a hand on Zai's shoulder.

Kassima's wherry skewer finds its way into her hands, the better for her to
polish it briefly and obviously before replacing it in its sheath. "You
should take the blouse, Zai. Weavers don't often offer free clothes! And
just remember, Kat: I'll only wear the pink thing if'n he wears the pink
thing. The thong's an extra bonus." Which doesn't keep her from grinning at
the thought all the same. Turning about in her chair--and avoiding that bag
as best she can--she calls, "G'deve there, Kich! And 'tweren't," she
directs back to the brown Weyrling, "at all bad at it on the storytelling
night, as I recall. Methinks you underestimate yourself. Are you *sure* I
couldn't reward her for a good story with the underpants, Kat?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima feels oddly like an underpants gnome.

Telgar Weyr> Talisha suggests wearing them on your head like a Papa-smurf hat.

Corwin walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Pierron straightens up and adjusts his apron as the steward arrives.

"Would it be more a punishment than a reward?" Kichevio wonders idly,
fetching herself some klah and kerflopping down at the Thunderbolt table.
"Depending on the underwear given?"

Lysseth> K'ran comes out of Tarlo and Cariath's weyr.

Kassima assures her tablemate, "They want the underpants. I don't know
*why*. But Zaidra was saying something about how she and J'an would match,
which I guess makes sense... though," she appends, scrutinizing the bronze
Weyrling for a moment, "I don't know if'n feathers would really *suit* him."

Corwin easily strides into the caverns, a few hides in one of his hands. He
deposits those on a table as he passes towards the serving area. There, he
fixes a small plate of food and tops off a glass with something-another.
This carries back to the table where he left the hides.

Lysseth> K'ran's fumbling with the fastenings of his jacket as he emerges,
as he lets lazy steps begin to carry him toward the living cavern -- but
there's Ymedath, and he's fashioning a quick grin for the brown, and nearby
Saulith too.

Zaidra sketches a salute to Kichevio, "Evening ma'am," is called, and then,
protesting, "I was /kidding/."

Lysseth> Saulith blinks lazily ay K'ran, and hums just a bit. For
politeness' sake, of course.

Katlynn flutters her lashes at Zaidra, letting out yet another sigh. "Well
dear, you have to have *some* idea of a colour that suits you? What say,
uhm.. what's your name?" She jabs a finger in the air, pointing toward J'an
in a search for his name. "What say /you/ give Zaidra a colour idea, then I
shall make a blouse in that choice. And," she pause, to slant a -look- at
Kassima and her wherry skewer, shuddering visibly in her seat, "What are
-your- favourite colours?" Then she waves toward Kichevio, offering a
merry, "Weaver's duties." with an added, "/No/ Kassima, those pink things
are for you and I'sai to match. Not the Weyrlings." Sniff, "Maybe I'll
employ several hundred proddy greenriders to help me convince I'sai to wear
the fish-thong with the pink things."

J'an splutters, "Feathers?" He does give Zaidra a speculative look.

K'ran walks in from the bowl.

Lysseth> Lysseth, odd dragon out, is content to merely watch the
bronzerider pass with blue eyes half-dimmed by a set of closed lids.

J'an offers, decidedly, "DEep blue. Or green."

Zaidra looks back at J'an, "No...no feathers." But she has to salute again,
then. "Evening, Wingsecond K'ran."

Kichevio must demur, really. "Not even when I'm proddy do I feel the urge
to wear pink. Maybe if I was proddy, drunk, and delirious--_then_ maybe.
But no other time." She lifts her mug in a mock-toast to K'ran, grinning at
the bronzerider.

Kassima wiggles her fingers in an amiable greeting to the Steward, her
other hand inching to toy with the laces on that pink velvet bag. "*My*
favorite?" she has to wonder. "Or did you mean J'an's? I really don't see
why 'twouldn't be better for the Weyrlings t'match. I mean, they *do* need
new finery for graduation and everything... and aye, J'an, the male's set's
feathered. Female set has bells. Be afraid. Are you *sure* you don't want
'em, Zai? Absolutely positively certain?"

Kassima asides to Kich, then, in a mutter, "You and me both."

"Evening," calls K'ran, light-toned, as he steps within, as he leaves off
toying with the fastenings of his jacket against the warmth of the cavern.
"Feathers? Duties to Weavercraft, Katlynn, and hey there, Kich, Zai, J'an,
Kassima, Corwin." He'll answer Kich with phantom upraised glass of his own,
before making his way toward the serving tables to replace imagined drink
with one all too real.

After he finishes sliding into his seat and getting his glass and plate
settled, Corwin returns Kassima's greeting. "Good evening, Kassima. How're
you tonight?"

Sighing, Katlynn just *has* to put in, with a shake of her head, "Kassima,
when -are- you going to stop trying to hand off those gorgeous pink
knickers to somebody else? It won't happen. You can't! I spent *so* long
crafting them *just* for you and I'sai and--oh hi there, K'ran." She offers
a quick waggling of her fingers toward the Wingsecond, smile brightening a
moment, before she looks back Kichevio, and the Greenrider of Death. "What
if I was to make the same design in /black/? What /then/?" A nod of course,
to Zai and J'an, "Blue and green. Nice colours."

<Weavers> Katlynn almost forgets who she is. Playing with an altchar in
your usual area is confuzzling :>

<Weavers> Min chuckles. You have an alt in TGW, then?

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Yep :)"

"Black is good," Kichevio allows. "It's the whole concept of knickers I'm
struggling with."

Zaidra doesn't need to wear pink because right now she /is/ pink. Watch the
weyrling become a lobster right before your very eyes. Softly she'll allow,
"Um...blue's nice, I guess."

"'When the sun and the moons rise together in the West,'" Kassima sings,
somehow managing to combine facetiousness with the minor key. "'And that
shall never be.' I can *pretend* t'have nay plots, though, if'n 'twould
make you feel better. Can't speak for I'sai. And does your passing these
things t'me mean you expect *me* t'let him know of this doom you have
planned for him?" Suspiciousness plus there. "Apart from the good
Craftsecond attempting t'take Turns off m'life through horror," she answers
Corwin, "I'm well enough. Hope you can say the same. Kat, they'd still be
*translucent*, wouldn't they? And they'd still be fancy underpants."

J'an offers, "Black is nice?" No, he's not particularly eloquent this
evening. Zaidra being this close most likely has much to do with it.

Kassima can't help but ask Kich, "Would *you* like a pair of pink knickers?
With bells on 'em? I bet you'd find a use for 'em faster than I."

Kichevio's answer is swift and unequivocal. "No. No. A thousand times no.
Forever no. And if you ask again, I'll have to get negative. But thanks for
asking."

Corwin gives Kassima a nod. "Yes, I'm doing well this evening, thanks." He
quietly eats from his plate as he listens to the others talk.

"How 'bout something *that* color?" suggests K'ran gamely, and with a
gesture of the lip of his mug toward Zaidra as he makes his way to a chair.
"No pink, Kich? None at all? Jays, you and Tali ought to get together."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha notes that she likes pink. Again.

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio Fears. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick assumes that's a sign of a Proddy Talisha?

Kichevio folds her arms obstinately. "_No_ pink." It's her new mantra.

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "Yes indeedy, Erdrick."

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "And as soon as she comes down, she's making
maleriders swear on their grandmothers' graves never to let her anywhere
*near* anything pink. :)"

Katlynn waves a hand through the air in attempted nonchalance, grinning
smugly. "Well Kassima, since you now have the pink sack, I think it would
be a *much* better plan for *you* to tell I'sai of the evils. He might kill
/me/, but he wouldn't kill the mother of his baby." Pause,"Well he might,
but I doubt it very much. Anyhow, I've had enough frights for one evening,
and I just can't stay around long enough to wait for I'sai to get back,
especially if he's only going to kill me once he _does_ get back." A glance
at K'ran, "I could make you some pink knickers too, if you like the
colour." And then she's grinning again, chattering on, "I wouldn't have to
make the black ones /transparent/. But they would be feathery and frilly,
still."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha grins. "That's right." ;)

Kassima tips her head to the young rider, eyes twinkling. "M'pleasure.
Always m'pleasure. 'Twas at least worth a try." She switches to a less
underpants-intensive subject: "How fares your new wee lassling, by the by?
I can't say enough what a good name you chose for her--pshhhh. Tali *likes*
pink." A thought which causes the greenrider to suddenly brighten. "Hey, I
bet *she'd* like some pink underthings! There's an idea for you, Kat, since
you like making these things and won't let me give mine away. Tali should
get pink underthings." Slanting a long look at Katlynn after this latest
declaration, she wonders, dryly, "Care t'be betting? I do wish you'd stay.
His expression would be *so* much better if'n he heard the news from you.
Feathery and frilly, nay, nay--such things don't really go well with riding
gear, y'know."

After he finishes his meal, Corwin pushes away his plate. After a few
moments of relaxing, he rises, taking up the hides with him before making
his way across the cavern.

Seated, now, K'ran lifts his shoulders in a blithe shrug, his, "Hey, *I*
don't have anything against an innocent color," droll -- but with a shudder
at Kassima's suggestion, he shakes his head emphatically. "No no. I can't
let you anywhere near Talisha with anything pink. Gave her my word."

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick hrms at a random thought: Invasion of the /Pink/
underwear! 0:)

Telgar Weyr> Roma waves.

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra says, "Roma. Run."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha waves to Roma ;)

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick waves back.

Kichevio says a devout "_Thank_ you," to K'ran before answering Kassi with
a smile. "Kiralee's well. Growing like a weed, spoiled past endurance. I
left her in the creche tonight--figured she'd better start getting used to
it."

Telgar Weyr> Zaidra meant that as a suggestion, to you Roma.

Telgar Weyr> Kichevio laughs and snugs Roma.

Telgar Weyr> Roma says, "Notice how cleverly I'm NOT in the LC right now. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Schmitt runs anyway.

Corwin walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick is safely where nobody else ever goes. :)

Kassima's snort is rather amused. "What, how are you going t'stop me?
Bribery? That's always a fun one. Make a good enough offer and 'twill
consider it; anyway, so long as she was *proddy*, I rather doubt she'd
mind." A frown flitters across her features. "Wonder when Imanath's due
next, anyway... I should be replenishing m'stores of special brewings.
'Twill have t'pester Marcus. Telgar never has the right stuff." The smile
she casts Kich is a bit wry: "Nay nursing her, then? I daresay she's a
bonny thing. How's L'son taking being the father of two daughters?" Though
she waves after Corwin's exit, she's late about it, as usual.

Zaidra slowly returns to her more normal color, as the conversation turns
to babies and such. She looks toward the door and considers making a break
for it.

"As much as I'd /love/ to stay and see I'sai's expression, I've just *got*
to get back to the Hall and my apprentices." Katlynn hops up from her
chair, wagging fingers all around. "Lovely to meet you, you two." With a
grin toward Zai and J'an, "Nice to see you again K'ran," With a wink, and
then she struts out toward the bowl, calling back over her shoulder to
Kassima, "Remember our deal. Fish-thong and pink knickers in exchange for
you trying 'em on.." and out she goes.

Katlynn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

K'ran's smile turns positively cheshire, positively dangerous, as he
informs Kassima, "I've ways," in a well-honed tone of certainty. He throws
a quick wave after Katlynn as she departs in haste, half-rising as she
goes, but as he resumes his seat chases that cobalt-dark regard over after
Zaidra and J'an.

Kichevio's eyebrows quirk up at the mention of nursing, and she draws
discreetly back from the topic. "In deference to the males in the room, I
won't go into that. I _will_ say that she is the bonniest baby I've ever
seen, even saving Ilessa and Kisai." She winks good-naturedly. "And Lee is
telling the world about his wonderful, beautiful children. I think he'd
paint the news on the walls of the Weyr if he could."

Talisha walks in from the bowl.

Telgar Weyr> Roma says, "Okay, looks safe now. :)"

Kassima watches Katlynn leave with a bit of a bemused expression. "Well,"
she quips after a beat, "I got the better of that deal; I only specified
the knickers. Don't think 'twill hold m'breath on seeing that. What blouse
design did you settle on, Zai?" Her reply to K'ran? An arched eyebrow,
followed by a thoroughly droll look. "If'n you're trying t'inspire worry,
try it with someone else; greenriders have at least as many ways as
bronzers do. That's truly *wonderful* t'be hearing, Kich," she says in a
tone transformed from amusement to warmth. "That Lee is pleased, I mean.
The other doesn't surprise me--mothers are *supposed* t'think that about
our children, else where would the world be? G'deve, there, Tali. Want some
pink underpants?"

Lysseth> Desdemath warbles a soft greeting to the other dragons, settling
down out of the way.

Roma walks in from the bowl.

Lysseth> Saulith chirps to Desdemath from her lazy coil around a few warm
rocks.

Lysseth> Lysseth rumbles out a quiet note of salutation to the younger
green, though it's interrupted by the forces of a wide, jaw-cracking yawn.

Roma wanders in humming, giving a general salute-to-riders-at-large before
she really sees who all is around.

Lysseth> Ymedath croons softly toward Imanath and Desdemath as they arrive.
Blinking at them with sleepy eyes, he curls back into his rest position,
and returns to dozing.

Temptation, temptation. Talisha strolls into the cavern, singing some merry
tune under her breath in a positively *too* happy voice. Kalyn isn't with
her for a change, her arms are emptied save for the stalks of several dead
wildflowers, petals long removed. "Good Evening everybody. Pink underpants?
Where." Gaze instantly shoots over to Kassima, and she goes trotting in
that direction.

J'an gives up...time to retrieve the food he originally entered for. "Shall
we sit and eat?" he suggests softly to Zaidra.

Zaidra blinks a moment, looking at J'an. "Um..." she says. "You eat? I
think...I need fresh air."

Zaidra walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Roma waves at Zai as she goes past with a shrug, then extends that wave
over to J'an. "Heya." She heads for the serving tables and grabs a plate to
start loading up.

"Go on thinking that, do," K'ran encourages Kassima, bright amusement for
her wryness -- but then he's to his feet, tossing back his drink, and
nodding a quick greeting to clutchmate Talisha as he makes for the
entryway. "Evening."

Kassima's nod to Talisha, despite the wildflowers and despite those ominous
pink clothes, is quite cheerful, even as she waves after Zaidra's
departure. "Right here! Though I should note I'm nay really supposed t'give
'em away... I'm sure Craftsecond Katlynn would be deee-lighted t'be making
you a pair of your own if'n you like 'em, though. They're in the sack." She
inclines her head to the bag in question, belatedly returns Roma's salute,
then replies to K'ran just as brightly, "Thankee! Don't mind if'n I do. And
g'deve, too, a'course."

Kichevio is about to do _something_...say, lure Tali closer to the Pink Bag
of Death...but is suddenly up on her feet and aimed for the exit. "Saulith
says--Kiralee is--anyway, bye!"

Kichevio walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

K'ran walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Talisha drags a chair over by it's back, spins it around on two legs, and
plops down, straddling it back-to-front. "Goodnight Zai, Kich, K'ran." She
calls idly, attention now focused upon the pink bag, and it's contents.
"Aw, you mean I can't have these? What a shame.. I'm in need of some new
pink things, too. Imanath says these are looking too old." Huffing, she
plucks at the fabric of her blouse, then reaches to take a peak into the
bag. "Maybe I'll see about getting something from the Weaver Hall." Pause,
"Do I smell or something? Everybody is suddenly leaving." The dead flower
stalks get placed on the table.

Telgar Weyr> K'ran finds himself unable to keep up with RP and do work at
the same time. Blah.

J'an is amlbing over in the direction of the kitchen. "Not that I can
tell," he observes, as he scoops up a meatpie.

Telgar Weyr> Greylin says, "You /work/?!? While RPing? How... rude. ;)"

"I *wish* you could," Kassi replies with honest regret. "But methinks it
might hurt Katlynn's feelings. Anyway, she's made me a deal involving I'sai
and his pair, and with my luck she'd manage t'*get* him t'wear the things
if'n I gave my set away. I'd nay say your clothes are in such bad
shape--J'an? Roma? What d'you think? Mayhaps you're better judges of
fashion than I."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima sympathizes, and snickers. Nah, it's the bosses who
are rude, to not give him a break for RP now and then. ;)

Telgar Weyr> K'ran's at home, so no worries about the boss... until
tomorrow, that is. :)

Roma turns her head, holding a klah pitcher above her mug. "Hm? Um, uh,
they look nice, ma'am." She spills the klah, of course, and eeks as she
sets down the pitcher and grabs a rag to clean up her mess.

"Oh, do you think I'sai would wear the pink things if I begged him? I'd
like to see a man in pink. It's been -so- long since anyone other than me
wore the colour, not since V'sha was only Vasha, and dressed in that wherry
costume for me." Talisha gives a little sniff, then glances toward the
Weyrlings with a grin. "/Thankyou/ Roma, for being so kind, you may have my
flowers." And she holds up the petal-less stalks in offering.

J'an has to ask. "Wherry costume?"

Kassima supposes, a bit dubious, "You're welcome t'*try*, Tali, just so
long as I can watch; and wasn't that costume a scream? Second only t'that
poor man who ended up mooning everyone." Rising to her feet, the greenrider
makes for the food table, asking along the way, "Anyone want aught while
I'm up? Oh, this is a good one, J'an. And I've always wondered *how* Tali
got him into the costume m'self."

J'an grins, leaning in a litte eagerly. "Oh?"

Roma hands the wet rag back to Pierron with a mouthed 'sorry', and picks up
her food and mug again. She's halfway to a table when Talisha offers the
flowers, and Roma just looks at the stalks in confusion. "Um. Flowers?"

"Well I /will/ try, and I'll make sure to have Imanath let Lysseth know
when I do, so you can come and watch, and perhaps stop him from running
away from them." Tali giggles a little, then slants a look over to J'an.
"Yes..pink wherry costume." Pausing, she holds up the de-petalled dried-up
flower stalks for Roma, and smiles. "For you. They're pretty, aren't they?"
She seems oblivious to the fact that said petals are both ugly, and very,
very dead. Back to pink things, howver. "I told V'sha, who was then Vasha,
that if he wore it, I'd kiss him. So he did. /And/ it took ages to get the
poor man into it, you've no idea how many buttons and closures that thing
had on it."

J'an is just giving Talisha a look. "I see."

Roma puts her food down, carefully, and edges closer to Talisha, to take
the flowers. She holds them gingerly, like they might bite or something. Or
Talisha, maybe. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll.. um. Thank you."

"'Twill do m'level best," Kassi solemnly swears as she scoops a large slice
of herdbeast onto a plate and reaches for the dregs of the spicy sauce. An
inquisitive chirrup sounds; a small bronze head peeps out from her pocket,
and she scolds, "Nay for you, greedy thing! You ate just a'fore we got
here! That must be some kissing you're capable of, Tali... are you planning
on teaching any of our newest riders your technique, as with those
Fortians?" Her expression, and her voice, both radiate innocence to the
world. All the same, she tries to catch Roma's eye, the better to mouth
'Proddy' to her. Explanation for the flowers, perhaps?

J'an turns a nervous look on Talisha. "Technique?" He's doing a lot
ofechoing, this evening.

Talisha gives J'an a 'look' right bacl - one with upraised brows, and
dimples in her cheeks. "What, jealous that I didn't offer -you- a kiss when
Imanath and I searched you?" She pokes her tongue out in oh-so mature
fashion, then turns a grin on Roma. "My pleasure, keep them safe though,
Roma. They're special flowers." Perhaps to explain, she adds, "I've had
them since K'ryn gave me The Answer." Cheeks flush then to match her
blouse, and she's looking over at Kassima, beaming. "Well, I was thinking
that I should teach them y'know. It wouldn't be much good to have these
poor, innocent weyrlings going off into graduated life without ever having
been taught to kiss like a Master." And a sage nod, "Mmm..maybe I'll teach
them like I taught L'nan and K'ryn. Who knows, maybe I can drag Alessi down
to help."

Roma catches the look, gets even more confused for a second, then her eyes
widen, and she backs away from Talisha. Back to her food, of course, but
she does sit on the opposite side of the table. She puts the dead flowers
down gently on the table. "Special flowers, right. Okay."

J'an looks as if he's very tempted to flee. "What about K'ryn?" hewonders.

"They aren't formally weyrmated," Kassi murmurs on her way back to her
table. "And y'never know when knowing how t'kiss could be useful in--later
life." Her eyes absolutely dance with mischief, though; it's unlikely that
she's serious. "Will you take 'em to the Lounge, then, Tali, or teach 'em
right here? I suppose that would make 'em special flowers, if'n K'ryn gave
'em to you when he said he loved you." Said flowers garner a dubious look.
"They appear *old* enough, at least."

"K'ryn is wonderful." Talisha murmurs in a soppily-sweet voice toward J'an,
then suddenly straightens up in her seat, and pouts. "But so are lots and
lots of other men. Humph." A finger gets pointed toward the flowers, and
she shakes her head. "K'ryn didn't give me those, I picked them last time
Imanath rose, and plucked the petals off. One for each, 'He loves me, he
loves me not', until he admitted that he did." After a moment she gets up,
and wanders to fetch herself something to eat as well. "I think the 'Lounge
is a much nicer setting for learning to kiss, don't you think?"

Roma munches on her food, glancing over at J'an, like he's much of a guard.
"Was, um. Was that before or-or after Imanath rose?"

J'an is still eyeing Talisha warily. "Uh." he replies, all eloquence. "You
know, I'm still a weyrling, adn we're not allowed to do things like that."

Kassima points out, with a faintly crinkled nose, "'Twouldn't be knowing,
personally... but you would. So I guess you'd better wait on teaching
anyone until you can go there again, aye?" In an aside to Roma: "A'fore,
methinks. I don't *think* she normally picks flowers t'play with...."
Though by the considering look she gives Tali, she's not quite *sure*.

"I guess waiting until *after* they graduate then, is the best option."
Talisha cants a look toward J'an, then another of the same to Roma. "It's
not that hard to learn, though. Kich could probably teach you as well, and
maybe K'ran--though /he/ didn't get taught by me, unfortunetly." Sigh. It's
such a hard life. "How's Kisai, Kassima?" She asks then, fetching a plate
and piling it up with sweets of allsorts.

Zaidra walks in from the bowl.

Roma concentrates on chewing her food thoroughly, so she won't choke.

Zaidra slips back into the room, offering salutes to Kassima and Talisha,
and adding an impish one to J'an since he's currently leading the weyrling
wing. There's no trace of her earlier blush, so that fresh air must've done
her some good.

For all that she grins, Kassi does finally quip, "Or you might leave the
teaching of *this* Weyrling t'someone else, Tali. I believe there may be
another interested in the position." She doesn't give details, though;
she'll just concentrate on slicing up her meat instead, and keeping
Kazander from filching any. "Kiss? As much a darling as ever, though she
*keeps* playing that drum Is got for her. 'Tis enough t'be driving me mad.
She seems t'learn a new word every day, and she's wild about the plushie I
found for her at Ista--what about Kalyn? How's he?" A salute back to Zaidra
follows.

J'an is simply blushing, his meatpie forgotten on teh table beforeh im.

Talisha finishes putting things onto her plate and strolls up the other end
of the serving table for a mug of juice. "Why, who wants to teach J'an?"
she blinks wide-eyed in *complete* and utter innocence, simply turning on
her heel to look over at Zaidra as she re-enters. "/Her/?" That, whispered,
before she grins, and offers brightly, "Take Kisai and the drum to I'sai's
weyr and leave her there when he's asleep. He won't be dreaming peacefully
for long." Taking her plate, she goes back to her previously abandonned
seat, and drops down. "Kalyn is...Kalyn. The crying is calming down, but
he's still a pain in the tush to settle at nights." Pause, impish grin,
"That's why I leave him with the nannies half the time."

"Teach J'an what?" is Zai's question, as she walks in on a conversation
just as interesting, if less raucous, than the one she walked out of. She
glances to her bronzeriding clutchmate, with a questioning look.

"Could be," Kassi replies, her voice and tone alike turning mysterious. "Or
could nay be. Might be better t'be asking her... 'twere just discussing,
Zai, who'll be teaching the Weyrlings t'kiss, and where and when such
lessons should take place." So matter-of-fact. So innocent. At least until
she turns back to Tali, making a face: "I wish I could, but I can't make
poor Myk suffer for I'sai's evils--and for all I say, I'm thrilled that he
got her a gift she loves so much. Just wish 'twere something a bit easier
on *my* ears. Has he had problems with colic, or...?" A gulp of cider
interrupts the query, and she refocuses topics afterwards. "By the by,
Roma, d'you have any plans t'learn from anyone in particular?"

Roma goes into a coughing fit, grabbing her mug to take a deep drink. By
the time she's stopped, her face is red. Must be from the coughing, of
course. "*No*. I mean, um, no, ma'am."

Kassima's eyes narrow. Just a bit. "Roma," she says, a bit mildly, "you
know the rules about that term by now, surely?" In a tone closer to her
normal, "Can't say I blame you. 'Tis always seeming as though there are a
handful of people in every class who pair off straight away, and most
everyone else finds their matches later. Or never."

Talisha echoes Kassima, turning her chair around to face the cavern at
large. "Yeah, are *you* going to be the one teaching J'an to kiss like a
Master, Zai?" Her brows lift gently, questionly, before she's distracted
away from the topic by Kassima. Grinning, "I guess if it keeps Kisai
entertained, then it's a good present. K'ryn's only given Kalyn some
clothes so far, but F'lone gave me a *lot* of toys, enough to last
throughout his first three turns, at least. No colic I don't think, he's
just /grumpy/." She picks up a sweetroll, nibbling, eyes widening a little
at Roma. "Don't choke."

J'an's jaw drops, as he chokes on the bit of meatpie he was chewing on.

Roma reaches over to thump J'an on the back. "Must be the food today.
That's it."

Zaidra isn't sure how to answer that. She glances at J'an again, sea-green
eyes pleading for help, and finally offers, "It's no secret that I like
him, ma'am," to Talisha. Maybe that's enough of an answer to get by? She's
still lingering by the door, though, and now she's edging back toward it.
Yep...escape is good.

Kassima's eyebrows rise in unison. "F'lone gave him toys?" she wonders.
"That's terribly sweet of him, but I wonder what prompted it? Well,
whatever, a lovely gesture 'tis. Mayhaps you should suggest t'K'ryn that he
get a toy, too--children never seem t'be too young t'be bored by gifts of
clothing... though as easy as 'tis t'go through 'em while they're at the
messy stage, 'tis a good gift all the same." She grins broadly--heartless
wench!--as J'an starts to choke; sweetly, "Need a something t'drink t'help
with that cough? Do come on in, Zai--Tali won't be biting, I'm sure.
*Whatever* state Imanath's in."

J'an nods, breathlessly.

"Well then, I guess that answer will have to suffice." Talisha sighs over
toward Zaidra, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, you lot are some of the shyest
weyrlings I've seen." But still, she'll glance over at Kassima, grinning,
with a bit of a half-hearted shrug. "Actually I don't know, F'lone gave me
quite a few baby presents. He even," And here, her nose crinkles a little,
"/Even/ gave me a crib for him. It's gorgeous, but I'm a little worried
about all the marks he must have spent." Her brows furrow together for a
moment, and then she shakes her head, clearing away the thoughts. "I don't
bite!" Grin, "Hard."

J'an teases, having managed to get down that lump of pie. "Give us time?"

Kassima pushes up from her chair to swoop to the meal table, refilling her
own mug and snagging another; when this has been poured full of juice, she
takes it to where J'an is sitting and sets it on the nearest table surface.
"Breath through your nose," she advises in an undertone before resuming her
seat. "And you never knew me as a 'Ling, Tali, or you'd nay say that! A
crib... Faranth. That is generous. I wonder what's on his mind."

Roma waves a bit of meatroll in the air. "That, I do *not* want to know."

"D'you know he gave Kichevio and Kiralee a big basket of toys too?" Roma
says. "I don't know about a crib, though."

Zaidra inches around the room, taking a seat near where she was sitting
before. "I'm not shy," she protests. "I'm just not willing to face the
wrath of Maylia." And she lowers her voice to murmur something additional
to J'an.

J'an is instantly red again, as he gives Zaidra an incredulous look.

"Were you shy, oh-Kassima-the-very-evil, as a weyrling? It cannot possibly
be." Talisha grins across at said greenrider, then dips a quick nod to
Roma. "I did, actually. He said he gave Kich stuff too. I think I've enough
clothes to keep Kalyn dressed all turnlong. And.. I'm thinking I might give
him some marks, for the crib. I don't have a clue *why* he'd do that for
me, but anyhow." She sips from her mug, glancing at Zaidra. "May's wrath
probably isn't a good thing, right."

"How very odd," Kassi muses, now sounding less bewildered than thoughtful.
"Very *nice*, but very odd... I guess he's just liking t'give gifts. Certes
nay a bad trait if'n he can afford it. Remind me t'be asking where he finds
the marks--mayhaps he can point me towards new areas of profitteering."
Trust Kassi to focus on that. With a wink for the red-faced Weyrlings, she
confirms for Tali, "Shyer than aught! And very well-behaved. I can't
*imagine* what's happened t'me in the interval, really."

Roma peers at her now-empty plate. "Hm. I, um, think I'm going to get some
sleep. Before the next drill."

Roma drops her dirty dishes in the proper bin, then carefully retrieves the
de-petaled flower stems before she heads out. "G'night!"

"I just can't imagine you as a shy and well-behaved weyrling, Kassi."
Talisha murmurs, amused. "But then, I suppose everybody ends up changing a
rather large amount." Shrugging one shoulder up, then turns to watch Roma's
departure, making sure the weyrling takes those awful dead flowers with
her. "Night Roma."

"I wore *dresses*," Kassi informs Tali with a hint of old self-disgust and
more than a hint of amusement. "When I could; for celebrations, I put
flowers in m'hair, the whole thing. A'course, 'twas only fifteen or so...
but still. G'deve, Roma; clear skies t'you and Desdemath!"

Roma pauses at the entrance to the bowl to wave, but adds somewhat
puzzledly, "*I* like to wear dresses..."

Roma walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

"Aye, but you haven't spent most of your life now arguing that leathers are
just as good and appropriate as dresses," Kassi quips after Roma, with a
wry grin, "which is what's making it ironic... ah, well, I still *do* wear
gowns from time t'time, I know. But nay *all* the time. The skirts get in
the way."

Talisha reaches up to tug one of the pale pink flowers from her hair,
unravelling a curl from around it's stem. "What's wrong with flowers in
your hair?" She wonders, although at any other time she'd probably be
rather disgusted with herself. "Dresses I like, but I've never seen *you*
in a dress, Kassi. Only black, and usually leather - pants. You should wear
dresses more often then, especially if your going to wear those fluffy pink
things in that bag you've got."

Zaidra is quiet, awfully quiet...but then she murmurs to J'an again.

Kassima protests at once, "I'm nay going t'be wearing the fluffy pink
things!" Her turn to turn a bit red, 'twould seem. "Naught's wrong with
'em; they just aren't much like the me of now--at least, I don't think
so... keep an eye out if'n you ever see me at a Gather, Tali. That's
usually when I wear 'em. I've got a wardrobe full, so I have t'be giving
'em exercise *sometime*, albeit without aught pink or frilly underneath."
Just to make this Crystal Clear. "You two have been rather quiet," she then
observes of Zai and J'an.

J'an reaches over to put an arm around Zaidra, gently. "It's fine," he
murmurs to her, before looking up at Kassima.

Talisha sighs half-heartedly, and reaches to poke at the pink velvet sack.
"I don't see why not, they're lovely. I especially like the shade of pink
on them. I don't have many dresses, myself. Lots of skirts though, and I
think that counts." She grins slightly, then tilts her head to look at J'an
and Zai. "Everything ok?"

<Weavers> Katlynn waves to Syeara and K'ryn ;)

<Weavers> Syeara waves back then.

<Weavers> K'ryn licks Kat.

<Weavers> Katlynn is glad she didn't give K'ryn to Kassima, afterall. ;>

<Weavers> Kassima oohs? You were going to? ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Yes, instead of my brother, so you wouldn't kill
me ;)"

<Weavers> K'ryn gets passed around. Wheee!

"Because for one, I'd feel silly; for two, I'd *jingle*; for three, what
point, when nay anyone would ever see 'em?" Kassi reasons, ticking off
points on her fingers after setting down her fork. "Nay t'mention that
they're *see-through*. See-through! Sweet Faranth!" Her diatribe on the
merits or lack thereof of translucent bell-laced underwear doesn't keep her
from looking inquisitively towards the Weyrlings, curious.

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Ah, well, he'd probably rather belong to you
anyway. Sniffle. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Shawnah also notes that's an interesting pose to connect to,
Kassi. ;)

<Weavers> K'ryn says, "But you're my favorite drinking buddy!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "We still do need to go drinking sometime!"

"Well /I/ wouldn't mind a pair of jingly, fluffy, feathery see-through pink
underthings." Talisha sniffles down at the velvet sack, prodding it a few
more times with her fingers. "Maybe I can convince K'ryn to go and
commision some for me.." A grin then, and she bounces up from her chair,
scooping up her sweetroll loaded plate to take with her. "I'm going to go
and find K'ran.. See you all later."

Talisha walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

<Weavers> Katlynn sniffs. "I never get to go drinking."

Zaidra glances over at J'an and smiles rather liking his arm there, and
clearly not wanting to say anything that would cause him to move.

J'an just looks entirely smug, again.

Kassima just shakes her head after the other greenrider, murmuring, "There
is just nay accounting for taste... and anyway, I succeeded in getting pink
near Tali, so m'work here is done." She darts a glance to the Weyrlings
again, smiling and/or smug as they are, and rather than making any
wisecracks for once limits herself to a bit of a grin behind the rim of her
mug.

J'an sighs, softly, and removes his arm...dragons can't be bothered to
wait. "I'd best get going...Eneryth wants an oiling."

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Someday, Kat, we'll all go on a huge drinking
binge, and end up singing lewd songs about goat tapestries while you dance
on a table in belled pink underpants. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn giggles. "OOoh..now *that* would be fun." Pause, "So long
as said belled underwear wasn't /padded/, like the pampers are." ;)

<Weavers> K'ryn will be there.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Will you dance in the feathery pink pair, K'ryn?"

<Weavers> K'ryn dunnos about that...

<Weavers> Katlynn pouts.

Kassima bobs her head to J'an, gathering up her plates to take them to
where such things go. "I'd best get moving too; dawn's always coming too
early for m'tastes. Clear skies t'you both, hey?"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Dare I ask what the IC reasoning is for the
padding, Kat? Kassi was so wrapped up in their being pink and translucent
and belled that she forgot. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn hmms. "Actually, I have no idea what it'd be. Oh! I
know... for when I'sai and Kassima have arguements, and push each other
over the ledge. It's padded, so that they land on something soft." oO Well
it sounded good to /me/ Oo

<Weavers> Syeara takes a lot of -very- tiny steps away from you all.

<Weavers> Kassima laughs! That works for me. Syeara, be afraid: Katlynn
actually *gave* somebody those transparent pink Pampers of ill-repute.

J'an offers a smile and a wave.

<Weavers> Katlynn sniffs. "You should have seen it, Syeara. Kassima was
going to kill me. *teary-eyes*."

<Weavers> Syeara says, "Hey.. Can't I even go to work without missing stuff
here?"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "'Fraid not."

<Weavers> Syeara says, "Bah"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Bah blacksheep, have you any wool."

<Weavers> Kassima sings, to the tune of 'It's My Party,' "You would kill
too if it happened to you!"

<Weavers> Katlynn rofl..

Kassima hesitates a moment, but eventually does pick up the velvet bag
containing Katlynn's gifts before heading for the door with a last
finger-wiggle over her shoulder.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.