Too much light... Entirely too much light. Sanriel cracks an eyelid, then moves a hand to shade her eyes. Well... She tries. A squinted investigation discovers that one arm is trapped beneath Ilesyn's shoulder's.... /Ilesyn/? San stares down at the mindhealer in her bed for a moment, then groans and flops back down. Noo... What /happened/ last night? A glance to the other side confirms that it most certainly /can/ be worse. Good morning, Daer...
Osasune staggers back into the room, looking pale and disheveled and a little... nauseous.
"Ow," Daer complains hoarsely, painfully, as Sanriel jiggles the mattress. He turns on his side, away from her, and tries to pull the sheet up over his head. Unfortunately, it's stuck under Sanriel. "Ohhhhh ow."
Ilesyn's almost, but not quite, dead to the world. She also looks rather green, though no actual regurgitation of last night's festivities has eventuated. Jiggling - talking! - is too much: "G'way. 'm /sleeping/."
Sanriel is assaulted by a spltting headache, and groans. "Gahh, move it. Or... Never mind." And she attempts (badly) to crawl over C'daer.
Osasune eyes the bed with wide eyes. She lifts one arm, then reaches over and pinches it a few times. "Not happening, not happening..."
C'daer turns his head, slowly, to peer up at whatever's crawling on top of him. It takes a few minutes, and then -- "-Sanriel-?" The bronzerider sits bolt upright in bed, dressed in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt and bright blue underwear, and then grabs onto his head with both hands. "OW."
Ilesyn rolls over-- but hopefully no one hits the floor, and hurts themselves. Double beds are only made for-- well, two. Maybe. "Sanriel?" she repeats, as she overhears. "What's Sanri-- and C'daer. Oh. Good morning." Ow. She rubs at her head, as she tries to sit up, shirtless - said shirt is on the other side of the room, somewhere. On the floor. "Osa, too. Impressive."
A combination of C'daer abrupt movement and Ilesyn's shifts the mattress just enough, and Sanriel goes sliding over the edge, grabbing at C'daer as she goes. She hits the floor with a thud and lies there for a moment. "O-ow. Where are my... pants?"
"Impressive? No. No, the amount of stuff I just threw up, that's /impressive/," Osasune rasps, bleary-eyed. "This is just scary. I woke up curled up under the desk!"
It sinks in that Ilesyn and Osasune are both in the room too, and Daer squints blearily at both of them, then yelps painfully as Sanriel slides over him. He peers over the side of the bed at her. "I remember a game," he says, slowly and wearily. "I think."
"No, that's norm--" Watch Ilesyn turn away, and cover her mouth, as well as trying to hold her head. Ow. "Alcohol. Lots of alcohol." She lies back down, this time facing the rest of the room.
"Something about a bottle," Osasune says slowly. "I think that's why I started drinking."
"An entire bottle of perfectly good Ben... Ow." Sanriel begins, then grabs her temples and shuts up. A moment of massaging before a thump and a giggle from the other room has her standing up. She's dressed in shirt, underwear and one sock. "Cedri... Fellis..." She communicates her intentions as she half-stumbles into his little room.
C'daer stares, half-unseeing, at Ilesyn. "Oh Faranth I need to pee," he says, hands still on his head. "Where's the necessary, Osa? Or did you just use the hallway?"
"Down the hall and to the..." Osa waves her left hand a little, "Left. Left, yes."
"Just like a man," taunts Ilesyn, though /very/ softly, as she shuts her eyes again. "Oh, ow."
Sanriel is gone for several moments. When she returns, she's got her son cradled on one hip. /He/ looks bright-eyed and busy-tailed... Depositiing the toddler on the bed near Ielsyn, San moves back to the hearth and starts (albeit slowly and painfully) to brew up some klah. "Klah?" She croaks. It's an invitation... Maybe.
"You wanna cone, Ilesyn?" Daer challenges blandly, crawling carefully out of bed with a mere ruffle to Cedriel's hair first. Of course, the toddler crows, "Dadda!" and grabs his father around the leg; staring down at him, the bronzerider looks bemused. "Cedri, Daddy has to go pee-pee. Leggo now."
Osasune sits down on the desk chair, blinking several more times. "A cone? Just like a man... oh, nevermind. It's too early for questions. Klah. Klah helps, doesn't it?"
Ilesyn wiggles as far away from the toddler as she can, bearing in mind the factors of 'ow', and -- well, 'ow'. "Pass," she promises. "Multiple times. I think there's something wrong with someone you." Sanriel's mention of klah draws a grimace. "Water'd be better. Dehydration can lead to delusions."
"You wanna cone, Ilesyn?" Daer challenges blandly, crawling carefully out of bed with a mere ruffle to Cedriel's hair first. Of course, the toddler crows, "Dadda!" and grabs his father around the leg; staring down at him, the bronzerider looks bemused. "Cedri, Daddy has to go pee-pee. Leggo now." (re)
Osasune sits down on the desk chair, blinking several more times. "A cone? Just like a man... oh, nevermind. It's too early for questions. Klah. Klah helps, doesn't it?"
Ilesyn wiggles as far away from the toddler as she can, bearing in mind the factors of 'ow', and -- well, 'ow'. "Pass," she promises. "Multiple times. I think there's something wrong with someone you." Sanriel's mention of klah draws a grimace. "Water'd be better. Dehydration can lead to delusions."
"I thought water made it /worse/?" Sanriel puts in, and holds out the empty cauldron to Daer hopefully "You're going that way - want to fill the pot? Please?"
C'daer stares at the pot, then looks down at the bulge in his briefs. "I don't think I can -fill- it," he says doubtfully, absently stroking Cedriel's head.
"You're supposed to drink water before you sleep," says Ilesyn, fuzzily. "Oh Faranth," she adds, sitting up straight - wincing - and staring at C'daer, voice sarcastic, "Let's all drink your piss, oh-great-and-intelligent Weyrlingmaster."
Osasune gapes. "Ewwww. I'm gonna be sick again."
"That's disgusting." Sanriel agrees, and presses her lips together. "Water, C'daer. W-a-t-e-r."
Ilesyn wrinkles her nose. "Must've pickled a few too many braincells."
"Ohhhhh," Daer says, and unwraps Cedriel from his leg, stepping over - staggering over - to take the pot. "Where're my pants?" He adds, bleary, "Shut up, Ilesyn."
Osasune frowns a moment, then gets down on her knees and crawls under the desk. "Umn. I got some pants down here. And, uh, a shirt. Apparently I was hording them. Yup. Sanriel's pants, C'daer's pants, Ilesyn's shirt, and... Sanriel, is this a rotten redfruit core?"
Ilesyn's eyes widen. "Osa, have you got clothing jealousy? Or is it just that you were too uncomfortable in /that/," she indicates the bluerider's outfit, "and had to try and make up for-- ow." Head swimming, apparently, she grasps hold of the bed to steady herself.
Sanriel looks surprised. "Something disgusting that Cedri hasn't found yet?" She gasps dramatically, then realizes it was a mistake and clutches her head. "Klaaah... Daer, water!"
"I'm the only one of you still wearing all her clothes!" Osa protests. And pauses a moment. And glances down. "Oh. Except..." she peers about hurriedly.
C'daer pulls his pants on, stumbles into the wall next to the door, then out it. "Be back soon," he promises before shutting the door a bit harder than he meant to.
"Except what?" Ilesyn looks interested, in a wobbly-not-all-there kind of way. "Toss me my shirt."
Osasune winces at the door shutting, and lobs Ilesyn her shirt before making a circuit of the room, peering about. "Except nothinggg."
Sanriel stands up, discovering that it feels very nice to stretch, and doing so for a long moment before she moves over to the bed and sits down gingerly. "You guys don't have... Sweeps... Or anything, do you?" She asks Ilesyn, then adds to Osasune "What are you looking for?"
C'daer opens the door, sets the pot of water on the floor inside, and closes the door again. Faint mumbly moans can be heard as he staggers off in search of the necessary again.
Ilesyn indicates the door with one hand. "C'daer's here. Can't be supposed to do anything if he's here." Theoretically. "Ow. If J'van finds out he'll kill me, though. All of us, probably."
Osasune shakes her head, edging over to the bed with a look of faint horror.
"Why?" Sanriel asks, and leaves the bed again to pull Cedriel's hands out of a box of manuscripts and move it, and then start the klah. "Are you /still/ not allowed to drink?"
Stumbling back through the door, Daer has got his shirt buttoned crooked in an attempt to look a little bit dressed. "That stuff ready yet?" he asks hopefully, and sits down in the first place he finds - on top of the desk.
Ilesyn's gaze follows Osa, curiously, though her words answer Sanriel, "I, uh, am supposed to limit drinking. No sex, no-- well. He wouldn't approve." Her expression turns triumphant. "Are you /sure/ you're okay, Osa?"
Osasune twitches some of the bedding aside. "I'm fine. Really."
"It will be soon. Cedri! No!" San catches her son en-route to the hearth and flops him over, tickling his ribs. He shrieks and giggles, which is perhaps not the gentlest thing on sensitive ears.
Ilesyn leans down, face scrunching up as she does so, to retrieve the ribbon that was in her hair the night before. It's squished into her hand, as she grasps hold of the bed again to steady herself. She winces at Cedri, a murderous glance cast towards him.
Osasune winces, still peering about hurriedly.
C'daer's face goes all scrunchy, and he wiggles around a bit. "Hunh," he says, and reaches under his butt, feeling around to find what he's sitting on. "Oh. Uh. Hmmmm. Osa, were you missing..?"
Sanriel looks up to see what Daer's holding, and laughs. "Judging by the look on her face... I'd say that's it." Ack, shouldn't have laughed. But the fellis is starting to kick in!
Osasune makes a squeaking noise and lunges at C'daer. "Gimme!"
"Ooh! How did you lose /those/, Osa?" Ilesyn's somewhat grating laughter is enough to make even her wince, and she stops, rapidly.
"I don't remember those coming off," Daer says, studying them until Osasune grabs for them. "When did that happen?"
They're blue, they're cute, they're Osa's underpants! She balls them up in her hands. "I don't knooooow! I don't want to knooooow!"
Sanriel chuckles. "I don't remember that, either... But then again, I don't remember when she" pointing to Ilesyn "figured out to take the shirt /off/..."
Ilesyn, has sort of made an attempt at putting her shirt back on, notes, very calmly, "Buttons. If you pull hard enough, they pop. Don't worry, Osa. We didn't see anything."
"Except," Daer points out reasonably, "the underwear. Which is cute. Is that sharding klah done yet?"
Osasune's face is a dark shade of pink. "Klah," she rasps again.
Sanriel eyes the pot. "It's not boiling yet... But it's better than nothing." She uses the ladle meant for such things and pours out a mug. Trust Sanriel of all people to have all the necessary accoutrements in her bedroom. "Only one mug, though, sorry."
Ilesyn gives up on the shirt, letting it hang open about her, and wobbles backwards on the bed. "I don't believe I shall move."
"We have to share a mug?" Osa's eyebrows go up. "Suppose it's not a problem. Suppose we shared /lots/ of things last night. Ohhhh, I hope Avila never hears about this."
C'daer moans at Osasune. "Faranth. I think we need to share oaths.. pass the mug," he suggests strongly.
Ilesyn, for all of her faces, stares hopefully at the mug. "Yes. I swear never to respond to your invitations ever again," she remarks.
Sanrielrummages around on her desk and finds a wineglass, wipes it out with her shirtsleeve, and fills it with klah. Moving over to the bed again, she sits down and offers it to Ilesyn. After stealing a sip.
Osasune peers at the wine glass. "How clean is that? And, um, yeah. I don't think I'm ever gonna go indulge in vices with you again, C'daer, sorry. I mean, this is... too many vices." She looks down at her undies.
"Aside from the hangover, I don't feel too bad," Daer answers, and eyes Ilesyn's open shirt. "You want to borrow my shirt, Ilesyn?"
Ilesyn accepts the wineglass, wrapping her hands about it. "Um," she glances down at her shirt. "Thank you. That would be useful. The crafters are going to be horrified enough at seeing us all tromp out of Sanriel's rooms."
"Couldn't we sneak out a window?" Osa whispers.
Sanriel laughs, and offers. "I think my clothes'd fit you better, Ilesyn. That is, if you don't mind blue." To Osa, she adds "Just don't go out all at once and make a scene of it...."
C'daer slides off the desk, landing with a thump on the floor, and pads over towards Ilesyn. "My turn. Hurry up.. Uhm. If we all look decent when we leave, we can say we were here planning the graduation."
"...All night," Osasune murmurs, wandering over toward the klah mug and making a grab for it.
"No, no, I think we should /definitely/ make a scene out of it. Give you something more of a reputation. The apprentices will be in /awe/, Sanriel." She sniffs at her shirt as she takes it off, gagging. "That was low quality stuff. You're not supposed to be able to smell it." The shirt is tossed on the floor, as she hands over the wine glass. "I don't care whose shirt I get, just give me one."
Sanriel rolls her eyes. "Considering his wing is full of Journeymen and Masters, it'd help my reputation in a whole new way." She gets up again and digs through her press, coming up with a raw linen shirt and tossing it to Ilesyn.
Daer starts to take his shirt off with one hand, but then takes the wine glass and tosses half the klah back. "Sanri, you want this next?" He just leaves his shirt half unbuttoned again, sinking down onto the bed and pulling Cedriel into his lap.
Osasune clings to the mug and sucks some klah out of it. "Yech. Never could like this stuff."
Ilesyn manages to get most of the buttons done up, when she puts Sanriel's shirt on, but her fingers just don't seem to work properly. "It would certainly make you stand out," she remarks, amused. "I can just imagine what certain people at the weyr would say."
"Faranth, don't /remind/ me! The Weyr thinks I'm eccentric enough!" Sanriel protests, returning to her seat and holding her hand out for the wineglass at the same time. "You're right, Daer - we need to make a pact. A you-tell-anyone-and-I'll-kill-you-myself style pact."
"It could work," Osasune says. She glances over at Ilesyn. "You willing to do that?"
Passing over the glass, C'daer comments, resting his chin on his son's head, "That sort of thing goes over a lot better with alcohol. Ugh. What a night."
Ilesyn gives a shrug, hands drawn into her lap. "If you think we should." Beat, "What, more alcohol? Best way to get rid of a hangover-- not. Next time, we should play truth or dare." Pause.
"Next time?" Sanriel squeaks, then considers it. "You know - you /did/ win our bet..."
"Truth or dare? Eeeek," Osasune says, sipping from the commandeered mug again. "Er. What bet?"
C'daer blinks over at Ilesyn, and apparently taking that as a suggestion, says mildly, "Okay. Truth or dare?"
"Did I?" responds Ilesyn, vaguely, towards Sanriel. "What, you want to play it /now/? It's better with alcohol. But-- truth."
"I have a bad feeling about this," Osasune says, eyeing C'daer and Ilesyn.
Sanriel snickers, but watches and listens closely. This could get interesting. Again.
Flopping back on the bed, Daer says with vague surprise, "I thought -you- did. Oh. Well. Do you know what happened with Osasune's underwear?" He bounces Cedri on his hip.
"She took it off. I don't have a clue." announces Ilesyn, shutting her eyes.
"Wasn't she trying to prove she was /wearing/ them? Err.. Maybe that was me." Sanriel flushes and shrugs.
Osasune stares at them, blushing further. "Maybe they got uncomfortable! Or something!"
C'daer glances over at Sanriel, asking with interest, "-Were- you? Uh, your turn, Ilesyn. Where's the klah gotten to?"
Ilesyn smirks. "Maybe you just wanted to make a statement, Osa. Hm-- all right, Sanriel. How much did you desperately enjoy kissing C'daer?"
"Hey!" Sanriel protests, flushing automatically. "You didn't ask me truth or dare!"
"Oh. Sorry." Ilesyn rubs at her eyes. "Truth or dare, then."
"She's gonna go for dare, then?" Osa murmurs, still clinging to the mug of klah.
"Da- Truth, I guess." So much for that quick answer - who /knows/ what this group could come up with!
C'daer's eyes widen, and he stares at Sanriel, biting his lip slightly.
Ilesyn makes a motion with her hand. "Answer it, then."
Sanriel shrugs and attempts to look nonchalant. "It was nice." She says blandly.
"Cop-out," declares Ilesyn, unsatisfied. "Your turn, then," she adds.
Osasune sips her klah, remaining very still otherwise. You do not see Osa.
Vaguely looking relieved, Daer asks again, "Who put the klah where? Aw, Sanri, Cedriel's wet," he says, lifting the kid up off himself.
Sanriel glances at C'daer, gauging his reaction. "You know where the changing table is." She tells him. "Okay, Ilesyn. What did /you/ think of kissing us? Have you ever done it before?"
Ilesyn's eyebrows raise. "Kissed you two? I rather think you would know if I'd kissed you, Sanriel. I'm a fan of kissing. Doesn't matter /who/."
"I have the mug of klah, Weyrlingmaster," Osasune ventures timidly.
C'daer points to Ilesyn, then Sanriel, and says firmly, "I -remember- you two kissing. I do. Ah. Pass it over, Osa, and by Faranth you might as well call me Daer."
"Me, too." Sanriel agrees, and looks back at Ilesyn.
Ilesyn merely nods her head, a half smile creeping over her lips.
"Me, three," Osa says, scuttling toward C'daer and passing him the mug. She seems oddly pleased.
"Cop out!" Sanriel protests.
"Howso?" queries Ilesyn.
"Haven't answered the question." Obviously.
"I don't think it was all that great," Daer protests, accepting the mug thankfully. "You left me dangling when you fell over."
"Well," begins Ilesyn, somewhat thoughtfully. "I didn't mean for that to happen, Daer. But for the rest? Of course I enjoyed it."
Sanriel points out, "You were drunk. Of /course/ you enjoyed it. Were you going to change him, Daer, or just let him make a puddle on your lap?"
"Then why'd you ask?" queries Ilesyn, bemused.
C'daer sighs. "I was hoping you'd do it," he says, and sets the mug down on the bedspread. "Your turn again, Ilesyn. Ask Osa something," and he wanders off to the changing table, holding poor Cedriel out in front of him.
Osasune takes the mug again, eyes widening. "Uhoh."
Ilesyn turns her head towards Osa. "What about you? Do you wish that you got kissed more, las night?"
Osasune flushes. "I think I got kissed quite enough, thank you."
Sanriel chuckles and leeeans over, stretching her arm out for the klahpot and dragging it carefully over. "There. Easier that way." The wineglass is refilled, and she takes another sip. "Bet you didn't expect /that/ when you went out last night, Osa!"
Osasune shakes her head. "Not at all. Never in a hundred turns."
C'daer can be heard mumbling and grumbling from the Cedriel niche, and when he comes out, he's baby-less. "I put him in his pen with his favorite stuffed animal, I hope that was okay."
Ilesyn smirks. "I know I didn't - but I suppose I can't be too surprised."
Sanriel looks up as Daer emerges, and shrugs. "If he starts screaming, you know it isn't." She takes another sip of klah, then offers tentatively. "I kinda wish that... whatever happened... happened sober. Ya know?"
"You wish we'd all been kissy and stuff sober?" Osa's eyebrows go up.
With a soft snort as he sits back down on the bed, Daer answers, "No. Except I wouldn't mind not having this hangover. Osasune, you asking a truth-dare, or are we recovered enough to leave?"
Ilesyn's brows lift at Sanriel, surprised. "Not a straight-laced holder brat, are you?" Her expression is somewhat satisfied, not to mention amused. "I think I could probably wobble home about now. I could kill for a hot bath."
Sanriel chuckles and winks at Ilesyn. "Never said I was!" Standing up, she adds "Err, thanks for, ah... Coming, you guys. Daer, send me a message and I'll get a ride up to the Weyr - or you come here, and we can plan the graduation..."
Osasune shakes her head. "Nuh uh. I wanna go home. And wear something that covers my chest. And underwear. And have a bath."
"Plan the graduation?" Daer arches an eyebrow over at Sanriel. "Uh huh. You want to help me pack up Cedriel's stuff, then?" He doesn't yet seem inclined to move, though.
Ilesyn smirks at Sanriel, smiling brightly. "Aw, but it's such a pretty chest," she jests - perhaps - grinning in amusement at Osa.
"Uhh, right. Sure." And Sanriel retreats to Cedriel's niche to gather up his toys and other essentials.
Osasune flushes more, and moves to deposit the mug on the table. "Uh, thank you, I think."
C'daer buttons up his shirt again, getting it right this time. "Well. Chest and stomach muscles, Osasune, you've just got it all now."
Ilesyn smiles again, amused, as she wobbles to her feet. "You're welcome." She blinks several times, as if attempting to clear her vision, then calls out towards Cedriel's niche, "And, uh, thanks, Sanriel. For having us."
"Any time!" Sanriel calls back automatically, then adds to herself. "Uhh..."
"I'll remember that," remarks Ilesyn. "I am going to get some fresh air, before we leave. I'll meet you all outside."
Osasune's head bobs. "I'll go, too. Umn. Thank you." Polite people say thank you! She smiles a little, waves, and heads out.
Osasune walks off outwards to the third floor hallway.
You amble outwards to the third floor hallway.
Posted by Louise at April 19, 2003 10:13 PM