D'wane, Va'os


What starts off as a casual meetup in the 'Kitten turns to work… for Va'os, anyways (for once)


It is afternoon of the thirteenth day of the eighth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 31 Jul 2018 04:00




The Tipsy Kitten

Here there be drunkards: a marble bar and the gorgeous array of colored bottles behind it would be enough to draw them in, but more yet lures those to enjoy the recreation the Kitten has to offer. Windows allow light to naturally illuminate the first floor of the tavern in the daytime, while green-tinted glows shine after nightfall. A door behind the bar leads to the tiny kitchen, while a stairway leads above to the rooms available for rent. Among the hubbub and the ruckus, a calamity of tables scatter through the open space, plenty enough for dragonpoker tournaments on restday eve.

After a long hard day, there's really just one thing that will quench D'wane's thirst. Even though not all of his hidework has been read and properly filed, that's not a problem. In search of beer, beer and more beer, the Weyrsecond and a folder make his way straight towards the Kitten and the first empty bar stool. A simple wave towards the barkeep and one pitcher of ale and a glass is soon acquired and even quicker than that, the first glass is gulped down.

“You should pace yourself a bit there!” Va’os will leap at the opportunity to be the one to ‘chide’ D’wane this time about gulping back his drink; not that it happens often in reverse but hey, he’s in a mood! Who knows what state his work is in, but he hasn’t been behind a desk much today. Not because he’s playing hooky, but more because he’s been meeting with people and just… meetings. Endless amounts! Throw in drills, observing other drills… yeah, it makes for a chaotic day. Without even asking if D’wane wants company, Va’os just flops himself down into one of the other empty chairs, drink in hand and sipped at while he smirks at the other bronzerider.

"This is pacing myself!" D'wane will call back to his boss as he's already pouring drink number two. There is a wave at the previously empty stool as if to offer it to Va'os, but since the other bronzerider helped himself already, D'wane just shrugs and takes a sip of his drink. "Did you end up with about fifty extra unexpected meetings today?" Cause D'wane sure did. Even the latrine wasn't safe! THE LATRINE!

The latrine is the FAVORED spot for some to pounce! D’wane should’ve known that. Va’os grimaces, lowering his glass back to the table. “How’d you know?” he quips sarcastically and then sighs, scrubbing at his face. “I mean, we knew this would happen. Just wasn’t expecting…” His hand waves in a vague gesture to encompass everything. “ALL of this! Guess it could’ve been worse?” Let’s just hope he hasn’t gone and jinxed them again~

If D'wane just starts peeing on random bushes, you all know why now! "An educated guess," D'wane admits, probably because he's been dealing with that himself, followed with a sigh. "Yeah… but just figured it be more one on one… or submitted reports." Not in small mobs or a constant stream. "Yeah, it can always be worse." Always, he believes in Southern!

Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, or they’re going to be getting a whole different sort of set of complaints! Va’os scoffs, “I won’t lie, but I had it figured we’d be mobbed the second the news broke. I wasn’t entirely wrong?” It probably wasn’t a quiet meeting when they both laid down the new ‘rules’. Rubbing at his temple with a few fingers, he’ll drown out the next few seconds with a long sip of his beer. “Some have had some valid complaints, y’know? And opinions. Not saying we should repeal it, but I’m not gonna dismiss it all either. We’ll give it a go for a few ‘Falls and if shit still goes down bad for us… well, at least we know where we stand.” If there’s a popularity vote for leaders? They’re probably not on it, right now.

Maybe just the not so random discretely placed bushes then? "Nah, not entirely wrong." He can admit while slowly drinking his current beer. "I mean, we'll know if it's working easy enough?" Maybe not a death every other fall would be a good start. "And yeah, some may have a point, but trying to figure out where that point is in the middle of a 'Fall with everything else going on?" He gives a snort. "Easier just to say shard it all and everybody follows the same rule." As for the popularity bit, he snorts again. Although D'wane at least isn't stuck in his position until someone else's dragon manages to catch a certain shiny tail.

“Good point on… that point,” Va’os quips with a more easygoing smirk as he tilts his glass and lifts it up to finish the rest of it off. He’ll signal one of the servers, as he places the empty glass at the table’s edge, but his focus is on D’wane. “I’m all for some better results in the next ‘Falls. I get that we have the ups and downs, but we’ve lost enough. And I just don’t mean the deaths… the injured lists aren’t something to be ignoring either.”

D'wane has turned to seriously considering his half drank glass. "I give it until end of next 'Fall before we get Holders throwing in their complaints too. But like you said, the injured lists…" He shrugs. "Could use another clutch, or five." Five might be overkill, but it seems like acceptable number given the current mood.

Va’os expression turns briefly sour as he mutters, “Why’d you have to remind me that they’re likely to come and lynch us next?” Why, D’wane!? Why! He’ll shake that momentary black mood once the server comes by and swaps out the empty glass for a full one… and a pitcher to go with it. They’re starting to know his habits! “Let’s wait for Zymuraith’s first batch to at least make it to senior weyrlinghood before we go tossing more weyrlings into the mix? Or, y’know… switching Leadership entirely!”

Because D'wane is just a beacon of sunshine and things you'd rather not consider like that! "Would you rather have forgotten and face them unprepared and exhausted?" Cause facing them is inevitable! But just a matter of when. "Senior weyrlinghood is coming up fast. The bronzes are nearly as big as some of the smaller greens. And Tsiroth's already caught two seniors. I got faith in him." Someone does at least.

“Well, no but I’d like to have ONE evening where I’m not fretting over things I can’t control!” Va’os counters. Oh, how they all have dreams, right? Blinking as he sets down his glass again, he levels D’wane with a look. “Seriously? Damn it, where does time go! Last I saw of ‘em, they were… well…” Smaller? He shrugs, then grins crookedly. “Uh huh and what makes you think third time is the charm? For all we know, Rocketh will finally gain the upper hand and I’ll be the one laughing then!”

"Too bad, these are your's," D'wane had been so helpful handling all that hide work during Va'os's endless meetings and so, he'll helpfully now hand that over. "Complaints are on top. And on bottom. And pretty much that's just all complaints." And with a thud of the file dropping down if Va'os doesn't catch it, D'wane and his pitcher of beer are gonna go just about anywhere else with a half salute with the partially filled glass as he goes.

Va’os can only stare, opened mouth for a second and then down at the reports. By the time he’s glaring at D’wane’s retreating form, all he can manage is to shout. “NOT FAIR, D’WANE!”

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