Who | |
What |
Something of the past and future in the Cantina. |
When |
It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the ninth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass. |
Where |
Dustbowl Cantina |
OOC Date | 17 Aug 2018 04:00 |
"To the lost and not forgotten."
Dustbowl Cantina
To enter the Dustbowl Cantina is to descend: the heart of the ancient tavern lies half underground, at the foot of ancient steps, insulated from summer heat and winter cold by the volcanic rock surrounding it. A windowless place well-lit by glows, it is homey, even cozy, with a certain bijou charm - but for the deep gouges worn in wooden table and solid stone, some clearly lingering evidence of boisterous brawling. The wall behind the well-polished bar, though, remains free from scars or graffiti, as does the door into the small kitchen, and the stairwell up into the owner's quarters: the barkeep and his staff reign, and they guard their territory well. After all, only a fool angers the source of the booze.
Afternoon and a storm? The needed scarf to protect against the swirling sands is only just enough to keep Agertha mostly unscathed from the scouring force of the storm. The woman's settles herself quickly at a table where she orders something to drink, "Sharding sand," she grumbles. At some point she's going to have to get home, but that point isn't now."
Sesa has been here since the start of the storm, trapped by it really. She sits in a corner, nursing an ale and a plate of rolls. Her eyes are rooted to a flight diagram that she's studying for future use. Work work work. It's how Sesa functions. However, that being said, she also has to take a break now and then, and that's what she does right now. Standing, she stretches before folding herself back into her seat for a drink of ale. Hazel eyes search the Cantina for familiar faces, as a few people have come in to escape the storm.
"You keep it my friend, I've got," Th'bek does a quick count of the drinks in front of him. "Three already which is triple what I should be havin'." There's a shooing motion for a bluerider who was once in Arroyo and now serves in Oasis. "And speaking of hidework, which we weren't but talking about three made me think of third quarter comparisons and see what you started?" His table mate thumps Th'bek on the arm as they both compete in laughter. "What," seeing Agertha and being cheeky, "you aint used to it yet?" Sesa comes into his side sight and recognizing her in Whirlwind he nods with motivation.
Agertha almost glares at Th'bek, but then gives a slow grin that's on the sardonic side, "No. You'd think I would be after all this time though, huh?" and then there's the mention of hidework, "Shards are those things due already?" is the greenrider actually falling behind on something she's known to be obsessive about? Wouldn't that be something?
Sesa nods back at Th'bek with a slight grin. She sits back to sip at her ale, but the conversation thus far has now caught her attention. Want someone who loves hide work, look for Sesa. She laughs when the man teases Agertha for not being used to the sand. Shells, Sesa's lived here her whole life and still despises the sandstorms. Standing, she decides to walk around a bit before returning to her charts. When she gets near Th'bek and all, she stops, sort of listening, sort of looking for a server to refill her ale.
T'soa says he'll spend his funds on someone appreciative, salutes the new Weyrsecond and wishes upon him organizational skills. Th'bek lifts his current drink to him in silent solidarity then confines it back to both hands. "Can't say as the sand's my cup of warm milk either but I have learned to keep my mouth shut when it blows which, like it or not, is progress. Agertha, this is," lapsing Sesa's name but seguing like a boss, "one of my new wingmates."
Agertha gives a nod to Sesa, "Well met," she pauses to get the younger rider's name from her green, "Sesa," then she gives a chuckle, "Sometimes that doesn't work," she tosses back to Th'bek in a teasing tone. Rebel lifts her chin and churrs at all present before dropping her head back on the opposite shoulder from where her body is settled, "I'm not passing out from the heat anymore. Does that count as progress?" Northern girl here, and she's come to the conclusion that she'll never acclimate to the warmer climate of Igen.
Sesa gives a salute before offering her hand. "Sesa…" She introduces right around the same time Agertha does. "You knew my foster father, I've seen you around before." Looking back to Th'bek and his cuddled drink, Sesa grins. "Problems with the hidework sir? Anything I could help with?" Because Sesa is always willing to help with that. Besides, she learns things this way.
Rev didn't expect Agertha to know Sesa better than he did. "Do you two know each other?" Which is partially answered by the bluerider, so he'll just listen in and try to wrap up the second of three drinks. "'Problems' is such a strong word…" Th'bek trails off with a look to the ceiling. "Too absolute. I'm thinking more like I need to associate more." AKA mingle.
Agertha chuckles, "Kestrath's a busybody, and you know how chatty she can be," is Agertha's answer, then to Sesa, "Your foster father was a good man. Igen's poorer for his loss," she means every word. Now for a subject change, "I've seen the bakery's back open. No time to get round to see how good the wares are. Have either of you managed to?"
Sesa chuckles. "Well sir, if you're ever in need of a pint, I'm more than willing to oblige." After all, what's the sense in having wingmates if one can't have a drink with them? Agertha gets a somber nod of thanks from Sesa when Erikkhan is mentioned and condolences are given. "Thank you. The world is certainly a little less colorful without him in it." The change in subject is wide and leaves Sesa reeling a bit, but she shakes her head once she can. "No…doens't seem right to go in and shop when it's not Ravene's anymore… My parents were quite fond of her sweetrolls."
"I don't eat, I drink all my sustenance," Th'bek lobs some humor temporarily as to not belittle the personal losses of the women. "To the lost and not forgotten." Is his contribution, especially when it precedes a drink. "Thank you for the company, ladies. I'm going to go face the outside and hope all crevices don't fill before I reach the Weyr." Binding his neck then head with a long scarf, pausing, "I know that's kind of crude, so never mind, pretend I didn't say it."
A nod is given to Sesa, then there's Th'bek's comment and Agertha can't quite keep from chuckling, "Clear skies," she says to the man instead of the smart arsed remark she'd rather use. Agertha finishes her drink, and look outside. Is the storm winding down? Perhaps she can get home sooner rather than later after all.
Sesa turns a bit pink at Th'bek's comment and waves him goodbye. "See you around sir!" She tries not to laugh, really she does. Turning back to Agertha, she sighs. "Just escaping the storm I'm assuming?"
Agertha gives a nod, "I've twins that will be home from their harper's lessons any time," the woman gives a sigh at something said by her dragon before she's also preparing to leave, "It was good to meet you," and with that she's braving the dwindling storm.
Th'bek did complete all three drinks and lifts a steady hand good-bye at the bartender, his tab already paid in congratulations and mark fractions. He spoke something to Sesa and Agertha in parting, but the white noise of the Cantina and cotton weave over his mouth blurred any coherence. Without pause, he squeezes through the door hastily to let the least amount of sand in as a guest.
With both her companions taking off, it leaves Sesa with nothing to do but sit back at her table and return to her charts. Not that she's at all bothered by this. She'll happily spend the afternoon and early evening in quiet study with an ale to sip on.