July 16, 2000
Ismaye is disgusted at a mess made by a number of people.

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You follow the stairs upward to emerge in the living caverns.

Kassandra grins, and picks her way back across the mess to her seat near T'rrent, beaming. "That was fun!" she burbles. "Do I get to tap more people? Do I? Please?"

T'rrent's just sitting there, clean as a whistle - can't blame /him/ for anything.. He's not even eating, much less chowing down on tubers. He sips, every so often, from his klah mug...except when he's grinning and nodding at Kassandra. "Sakeena and I have most of the people we need for our wing. Feel free to take anyone you want, for the most part." Grin.

And thus enters Ismaye, on her usual late-night juice-crawl, all bleary eyed after a long day of---hang on a moment. Footsteps stop, half-smile fades. And a glance of horror--"What on Pern?"

Valin tips his mug of whatever-it-is back, downing a sip, then a gulp. Since Cymber does /not/ press the matter, Val seems to be doing well... except for occasionally shaking his head at the mess, with a disgruntled mutter. "'M findin' that right inconsiderate. This ain't jus one person's weyr... hope y'all like vtols an' snakes an' grubs..."

Jalani perches herself on a chair next to the door, pristine, clean, collected and enjoying this immensely.

Kheri is currently sitting on the edge of a table, legs swinging beneath as she watches the last part of the battling pair disappear out of the caverns. Oh, and don't mind the mashed tubers and gravy smeared and dumped all over on the floor. Uh oh, Ismaye! She doesn't even have time to remark on the wonderful? leading job of Sakeena's....

Tavaris is clean now, really. Well, 'cept that smudge in his hair. "Ahem. Good evening, Ismaye."

"So," with the burden of conversation resting on her.. in usual fashion, Cymber turns around and looks long on Valin. "Would you have chosen truth or dare?" She pauses, lifting a brow to the mess.. and more importantly, to Ismaye's face. A knowing, and only a touch amused, glance is shared with her current companion, and she eases back into the shadows that fringe her side of the table, more than content to watch this from as much of a distance as possible. "Think it's too late to escape?" is all she whispers from behind an uplifted glass.

Ismaye's eyes flit (or is it seer?) about the room, her usually quite pale face looking...well, even more pale than usual. "Who did this?" So much for allowing celebration. A further step, a look of distaste. Ugh.

Jalani eyes that smudge and smiles at Tavaris. "My, you do change quickly. What?" She smacks her hand to her forehead. " Much practise getting out of beds when you need to hurry, I would imagine."

Kassandra is clean as a whistle as well, and now firmly planted back in her seat. "Oooooooh," she says with a huge grin on her face, the gears almost visibly turning behind her eyes as some plan gets set into motion. Then she notes Ismaye's entrance, and a smirk hides behind one hand...a smirk that grows exponentially at Jalani's quip.

Valin shrugs, broad shoulders shifting. "I don' /do/ dares... for jus' such a reason. They affect others." Remember, the whole powerposing thing? Helpful, he nods over to the headwoman. "Th' new Wingsecond an' that new boy who /so/ belongs at a Weyr, methinks."

Tavaris smirks at Jalani. "Angry fathers don't generally give one much time to dress," he agrees.

Vesta comes up the flight of stairs from the inner caverns.

Kheri hopefully saw Ismaye before she saw her. And, with that, she slowly slinks off the table and starts to move out of the cavern.

Vesta comes back out of the lower caverns looking right clean and well dressed. She winks at Cymber, "I haven't forgotten you, yet." She does, however, go over to Kassandra and smiles, "Do I pass muster, now, Wingleader?"

Jalani snorts, giggling at Tavaris's comment. "See! Even if I try to start a rumour, the truth about you is even more far fetched."

Cymber is left to grin at Valin for that honesty, though she's prudent enough to wait until Ismaye's focus has shifted away from the man.. and the table at which he sits. Glass number two by now for her, this one just as slowly sampled as the first, though she gathers herself for flight and glances toward the door, perhaps seeking the escape that Vesta curtails with a single comment.

And so, Ismaye just stands there. No answers from anyone. Well, isn't that just fine and dandy. She stamps -- no, taps would be much more appropriate -- her foot, scowls, and turns, stepping through the mess with an undignified mutter, towards the tables. Sits, listens. The truth will come out.

Jalani watches Ismaye's progress and helpfully points out."You have some tuber on your sandals."

Vesta is clean...not a spot of tuber on her. And she just came in. Can't have anything to do with her. Besides, she's pointedly ignoring Ismaye in favor of Kassandra.

Ismaye rewards Jalani's comment with a scowl -- withering, too -- and finally manages to comprehend Valin's comment. "Oh? The new Wingsecond and the boy--who? Which?"

Kheri is, meanwhile, curtailing around the edges of the mess, nearly slipping on it just near Ismaye. Shoot, she should've gone the other way around. Welp, she just gulps, and offers a wan smile for the headwoman. Someone help her escape?

Oooh, not so fast, Kheri.. T'rrent, as her wingleader, takes it upon himself to explain what happened. "Kheri dared those two," and he points at Vesta and Tavaris, "to wrestle around in the mashed tubers. There are drudges cleaning it up, though, and it was all in good fun. Don't worry."

Valin nods over to Tavaris. "That 'un. Th' one what thinks he's Faranth's gift to womenkind." He shrugs easily. Just here to help, folks.

Jalani raises her wine glass in Valin's direction. "Never a truer word."

Kassandra chuckles softly at Vesta...and tries very hard not to crack up laughing at T'rrent's comment. "Attend to the Headwoman first, Wingsecond," she says briskly, a grin curving her lips.

Tavaris ahems. "Sorry about that, Headwoman. If it's any consolation, I protested strongly about the tubers?"

Vesta winces a bit and turns, "You wish something from me, Headwoman? I did get the drudges to start cleaning it up." She waves towards the three men working hard to clean the mess up...if only people wouldn't track it everywhere.

Kheri suddenly freezes as T'rrent provides an explination for the mess. "Yeah! Good fun.. lots fun.. no harm done, " is what she manages to get out, shaky at best.

" 'Course," Valin says, nodding slightly to Jalani -- goodness, he acknowledged /Jalani/. "I ain't no liar." He tosses back the rest of his drink, which /still/ remains a mystery.

Ismaye's gaze moves from Valin, to T'rrent, where her gaze narrows, turning towards Kheri, and then on to Tavaris. "Oh." Vesta is the next under her scrutiny, still scowling. "And you did this in -my-" it's as close to a thunder as she'll ever get, "caverns, why?" Hands cross, "I should get you all down there, to clean it yourself. Drudges are not here to clean up when you do something for -fun-."

"Here here!" Jalani stands on her feet. "Here here!! That's tellin' em Ismaye! Show them whose boss!"

Vesta's eyes widen, "Well, It was a dare, ma'am. I'm sorry we didn't think to take it outside where it wouldn't be so messy..." She trails off and gives Jalani a *look*.

Kheri got a mug of juice here sometime, which she swallows rather hard to get some of the liquid down her throat. Much good that did her... "Clean it? He's the one that turned the truth 'n dare thing on me first! Would'a never happened if he didn't." Ha! Turn it back on the Weyrleader. Okay, so she's /still/ tired and not thinking well here...

Jalani hmms "

Valin snorts. "Gee, mebbe next time I'll dare some'un t'jump off th' Star Stones. Make a nice mess. Only it'd be /outside/, an' /that'd/ be okay..."

Dark eyes fall towards Jalani, peering curiously? But not for long; businesslike attitude returning to Ismaye's face. "A dare. Ah-hah." Kheri's explanation is given a withering look. "Whether that is true or not, as Weyrleader," stress on the word, gaze staring towards T'rrent, "should have been more responsible than that. I would expect more."

Jalani says "Whose idea was it in the first place to do truth and dare?"

Kassandra answers Jalani's question with a faint chuckle. "That would be J'sen, who seems to have skited off to bed by now."

Jalani hmms. "Well, but you were swift to back him up, right?"

T'rrent raises an eyebrow at Kheri's remark, stormy eyes darkening suddenly. "Oh, so now it's my fault you picked the dare? I had nothing to do with this incident, other than watching, for Faranth's sake..." That soured expression is turned on Ismaye, then... "Whose idea it was in the first place is immaterial," says he to the crowd in general, "it didn't get out of hand until Kheri's dare."

Jalani slinks back into watching mode as T'rrent's tirade begins. "Wine anyone?"

Valin finally just rolls his eyes and pushes his chair back, standing. "This is shardin' ridiculous. For Faranth's fardlin' sake..." He thumps his mug on the table, then grabs up the nearest wipe-rag to begin helping the drudges, since he feels so strongly about it and all.

Kassandra arches an eyebrow at Jalani, but doesn't say anything at all. Instead, she just watches, blue eyes gone very dark.

"He," Ismaye says, under her breath, "Should have more sense, too. That is not a game for inside." But she's still scowling, and her scowl is, for the moment, anyway, fastened on T'rrent, "And why didn't you see fit to keep the caverns clean?" Such an important issue. Rating with murder, and who knows what else, at least with Ismaye.

Jalani slinks further into her seat. Yep Depressed and hated by the weyr Greenrider.

Tavaris chuckles, and sidles back towards his forgotten wine, winking at Jalani as he passes.

Cymber debates the easy thing, fingers reaching out on the sly to snag that wineskin a she places her goblet carefully to one side. Valin gets the first real smile she's shown this evening, a quick thing.. as he does something that pleases her. Then she's up and quietly angling for the door herself.

Kheri turns back to watching her feet, like she did when she first came into the cavern. Maybe she should just offer mumbled apologies, and keep her mouth shut otherwise...

Jalani doesn't catch Tavaris' wink, she slips back into her morose state.

T'rrent eventually just rolls his eyes.. "Yes, well, I'll make sure to police all the littles better next time.." He, too, rises from his seat, then, and trabs a rag to help Valin and the drudges clean. No more orders from the man. Help on your own volition.

Ismaye opens her mouth to say something more to T'rrent, then mutters, "I'll be talking to Alyssa about this." She stands, pulling a cloth from her pocket, and wiping at her sandal, and peering at the other culprits. "You can help clean up, too. And I'll be," pause, "talking to your Wingleaders."

Scrub a dub dub, Valin cleans up grub...

Kassandra sighs softly, and stands up. "I'm Vesta's wingleader, Headwoman Ismaye," she says mildly. "And Tavaris doesn't have one...what can I do for you?"

Cymber would definitely help if she'd seen the level to which cleaning had got.. but she doesn't, for she's just stepping into the tunnel in time to miss out, bed calling her now after she's finished with the wine's allure. She doesn't, though, forget a deft salute for Jalani, and some respectful words, before she's gone.

Cymber disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

"I ain't a little, " Kheri mumbles quietly, even as she eyes Ismaye and then T'rrent. "That'd be my Wingleader. Have fun." Nose wrinkles faintly, and she moves to help clean up the mess too.

Jalani doesn't offer to help. Nope, she just slips out the exit.

Jalani disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Ismaye's face turns slightly surprised, as she notes Kassandra, but she opens her mouth to speak, and, lo and behold, words come out. "I'd suggest extra drills, or something similar. To bring the point home, as it were. That's all." Tavaris -- well, Ismaye herself is Taveris' leader, isn't she?

Tavaris moves to help, muttering something smug about not having a wingleader.

T'rrent just keeps scrubbing in the mean time, grumbling something to himself about Alyssa - his favorite Goldrider of all time..or something. Oh, I'm sure Valin can hear what's being said, but the Weyrleader does his best to stifle the words completely after only a moment or so, to concentrate on the task at hand.

Kassandra nods thoughtfully in response to Ismaye's suggestion. "Thank you for the suggestion. I'll make a note." A mental note, as it were, since she doesn't have anything to take notes with. Her gaze turns to T'rrent, the scrubbing Weyrleader, and a very faint smile curves her lips. "You're going to get a backache if you stay in that position for too long, love," she comments with an equally faint chuckle.

Ismaye nods her head firmly, standing to go closer to the scrubbing lot, eyes narrowing as she watches them. Hmph; they better do a good job, indeed!

"Aye, and I wouldn't have to stay in this position for too long had we more help," comments the Weyrleader rather drily in response to Kassandra, though he shoots a smile up at her regardless. "Besides.. I'm not /that/ old yet." Well..he probably is, but it's that whole bronzerider ego thing.

Kassandra chuckles softly, surveying the work that Valin, Tavaris, T'rrent, and a handful of drudges are doing--how much help can a mess really require to clean, after all? "At this point I'd probably get in the way," she comments, and truthfully. "And no, you're not that old. Don't tell me you'd turn down the offer of a backrub, though."

Tavaris mutters, "Scrub-a-dub-dub, two girls in a tub...Hmm, has merit." What? Oh, he's working. Yes Hard. Mmm-hmm.

Ismaye look positively disgusted. Backrubs, and two girls in a tub...What is this place coming to? The Headwoman leans againat a still spotlessly clean wall, eyeing the clean-up job with an air of resignation. "You've missed a spot," she comments, towards T'rrent, "Behind you."

T'rrent's about to comment to Kassandra, but then he catches Ismaye's words. "Oh, I'm glad you find this so amusing," says he to her, regardless of whether or not it's true. "Next time you decide to explode about something like this, though, you might want to figure out who's /actually/ to blame, first, hmm?" No, T'rrent is far from happy right now. Far, far, far from happy. He works anyway, though, turning to clean the spot indicated by the Headwoman.

Kassandra sighs in response to T'rrent's snapping at Ismaye, and grabs a rag, starting in on one of the few spots that still bears the ravages of the mashed-tuber wrestling match. "There are times when I just don't know what to do with you," she comments quietly to the Weyrleader as she scrubs. "This would be one of them."

Ismaye's probably not in a very good position right now, but she's only doing her job, really. "I most certainly don't find it amusing. And I don't believe I told -you- to help. Although I expect you deserve to." Let's say that no one's really happy, right now.

Tavaris falls silent, cleaning.

T'rrent has no comments anymore. Fine.. He'll ignore everyone - including Kassandra and Ismaye. He just scrubs away until his relative area is clean enough to eat (mashed tubers) off of. And then, he stands, tosses the rag in the appropriate place, and storms out.

T'rrent disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Kassandra watches T'rrent storm off, and sighs, tossing her rag into a bucket. "Faranth," she says gustily, shaking her head. "Just what I -don't- need. T'rrent in a huff." She sighs again, and stands, after making sure her spot is clean. "I'll see you around," she says absently, before taking off after the Weyrleader.

Kassandra disappears through the narrow tunnel to the bowl.

Ismaye eyes after T'rrent, then Kassandra, and turns her glance back on to Tavaris. "So."

Tavaris smiles oh-so-innocently up at Ismaye. "So," he echos.

Ismaye is a very innocent woman. Really. So she just scowls, commenting, "What sort of punishment do you think I ought to give you, in addition to the cleaning you've just done?" She's oh-so-hard, herself.

Tavaris hrms. "Gardening duty for a sevenday?" he asks, kidding, of course.

"Unless I'm mistaken, that's what you already do." Ismaye's smart enough to tell, and not in a joking enough mood to take that as what it was. "What do you think you deserve?"

Tavaris sighs. "To be honest, Headwoman, I'm not sure. I've never punished anyone before."

Ismaye looks disappointed, but, perhaps, not too much so. "Mmm. Well, we'll put you on probation, then. And, until then, your punishment will be to call me by my -name-, rather than my title." Then again, that's what she asks everyone to do.

Tavaris nods. "Yes, Ismaye," he answers immediately. "Thank you, Ismaye."

Was that a smile? Or even part of one? Hard to tell, since it's followed by, "Now, keep yourself out of trouble. I'm going to head for bed."

Tavaris chuckles. "Sleep well, Ismaye," he wishes her sincerely.

Ismaye nods her head, stepping towards the cavern stairs, "And yourself, too."

You follow a flight of stairs deeper into the Weyr caverns.

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