Who

L'xan, K'vvan, M'noq

What

Three Southern Leaders, zero professionalism~ (Except Lax, kinda at the end.)

well they didn't stay on meeting topic for long

When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the second month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Council Room

OOC Date 10 Jun 2017 06:00

 

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"Look, this is a conversation that we need to have with the guard captain … Do you even sleep with guys?"


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Council room

Spacious, this room is cut from the same scale as the living caverns: vast and given to inspiring awe for those who enter. The floor is tiled in a shining cross-hatch of dark and light, an ironic chessboard setting for the looming and overlarge council table. Weathered it is, long and rectangular, with a matching sideboard twice again as long as it is. This is a room for meetings, for work, for decisions: such is evident by the hearth in the corner, and the always-fresh pot of klah.


K'vvan is slightly grumpy tonight, but really, is that any different than normal? The meeting hasn't begun yet and the wingleaders of Southern are slowly gathering. The scheduled falls are spread out before him and he fingers the paper. "Fuck Black Rock." Commentary~

"Not helpful, K'vvan," M'noq comments in passing, overhearing the "commentary." Thank goodness someone put klah out, because he's going to need at least one mugful to get through this meeting. He's already planning a second as he pours his first.

L'xan is in full agreement with K'vvan. "Fuck Blackrock indeed. Or we could burn it to the waterline." There is a gleam in his eyes that suggests he probably would be okay with harm befalling that stinking pit of infamy, even as the humor attempts to disguise his opinions on that holding as something more neurtral and befitting the Weyrleader of Southern.

K'vvan's gaze remains on M'noq as he passes WAY LONGER than it normally does on his fellow wingleaders. Only when L'xan is suddenly there does K'vvan pull his gaze away to flick a look at the weyrleader. Things are still a LITTLE awkward. "That's been tried but it fucking just built itself up again." Seriously conversation except that K'vvan glances over at M'noq's butt.

M'noq totally doesn't notice K'vvan's stare until late, and when he finally does, he really does try to focus on the task at hand. A brow is arched at K'vvan pointledly before he answers. "Not only did it build itself up, but we're in the situation we're in now, which is little more than a pause in open warfare. At least as long as they're in one place and in the open, we can make an attempt to clean it up, right?"

L'xan quirks a brow as he finds his seat and thumps his booted feet on the table. "Or we could ignore it completely." He isn't actually serious about the resumption of hostilities for all that he is majorly offended by their gall. "I want those behind the attacks against Clementine and D'cen brought to justice however." That is something he is not willing to compromise on. However I'm fairly sure this meeting isn't about Blackrock, because Zl'an isn't here…nor are all the other riders who feel they have a say in the matter. He's just gunna be a gentleman and focus on the spoken words rather than the butt staring and brow rising.

"We're not a sharding guard force." K'vvan's arms settle on his chest as he pulls his gaze back into proper looking places. TIME TO FOCUS OKAY. FOCUS. "We got the people who attacked them, right? And there isn't any proof that the hold in general knew about it. One of our newest riders is from Black Rock." JUST A REMINDER.

M'noq shrugs, sitting down with his klah mug cupped in both hands (fewer distractions for K'vvan that way). "You cut the stems, but the roots still grow," is all M'noq will say about it. "You can send spies in to try to find out the truth, but it gets dangerous, fast." But if this meeting is going to be about Black Rock, hopefully Zl'an won't be invited, because it will take a lot more than two mugs of klah for him to stay awake through that.

L'xan is just going to crack his knuckles casually, NBD. "Excuse me for taking great offense to having two of Southerns Senior riders almost killed because of a disagreement over who was responsible for burrows." Yes, it is pointless, but L'xan is not likely to let the matter slide. "But you're the one who brought it up." There is an ironically magnanimous head tilt. "If that's off the menu, what other matters do we have to discuss tonight. I have other issues I need to see to, and I'd like to see my weyrmate sometime before midnight."

K'vvan reaches up and rubs at his forehead. "Look, this is a conversation that we need to have with the guard captain … Do you even sleep with guys?" K'vvan changes the conversation abruptly to stare at L'xan. Maybe having M'noq in the room is making him feel empowered.

M'noq was very, very lucky he wasn't taking a drink of klah right then, because if he had been, it would have been a huge, distracting mess. "Does this conversation really pertain to this meeting?" he says with a sigh. Maybe K'vvan feels better for him being here, but there are a lot of places M'noq would rather be right now.

L'xan is just going to gesture to M'noq. What he said man! "Make a note of that for me please Wingleader K'vvan." Seeing as you know, it's a meeting and L'xan still needs a ton of aide de memoirs (or whatever my french is super rusty). "So…" It's almost as if L'xan is fidgetting as his fingers reach for the table top to tap idly. "Any issues with the new position M'noq." Seeing as M'noq isn't asking about his sexual preferences, L'xan will just drop the title.

K'vvan GLOWERS OKAY. He actually did need the answer to that question. But if M'noq isn't going to back him up he won't press the issue. Arms grumpy settle on his chest slightly huffy and he'll get that slightly far-off look hinting that he's talking to Nadeeth instead of focusing here. (BETRAYAL M'NOQ. <3 )

M'noq is actually impressed the way L'xan dodged that question. Maybe that's why he wears the big knot. In the meantime, he's way too distracted for anyone to be asking him a direct question. "Wait, whose position are we talking about? Why are you asking me, when you didn't even answer K'vvan's question?" he says. He's beginning to feel totally sexually harassed, before he realizes he probably totally misunderstood. "Um, nevermind… things are fine," he mutters, ducking his head.

L'xan holds his hands up innocently. "Are congratulations in order?" He queries of the pair of not at all helpful wingleaders. LOOK GUYS, this meeting is SRS BSNS! VERY SRS!! "We can talk about it if we really must. I don't do guys, they don't have boobies." And he's totally gunna air-honk the crap out of a pair of imaginary titties, cos L'xan is like that. "Now, can we concentrate please?" Of course it's a given that his preference doesn't take into account what happens during flights. What goes on in a flight, stays in the flight right guys? AMIRITE?

K'vvan jerks back to the moment when M'noq is suddenly asking about POSITIONS. He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it, and then closes it again firmly. A sideglance is made to M'noq, is this a thing, or uh, "Ocelot wants to do the closer sweeps this week." BIZNESS.

M'noq holds up a hand to protest L'xan's comment. "Please… let's not even." Let's everyone just ignore the fact that the Weyrleader just air-honked imaginary titties. To K'vvan, "Fine. Lynx can do sweeps in the Black Rock area, if you want us to keep an eye on things." You know, maybe drop in on some quiet contacts.

K'VVAN STARTED IT. Let the log show this fact. "Thank you for volunteering M'noq. Please do." ALL OF those very important things that M'noq just volunteered to do. "And I can accommodate that this week. But I'd prefer some kind of explanation so that I don't get accused of favoring specific wings over others." Look, L'xan is versitile, he can honk the air-boobies AND be all business. "How are your new recruits working out gentlemen?"

"You are fucking just like him." K'vvan finally bursts out, leaning forward like someone just snipped the cord holding him back. "Cha'el. He'd fucking do that boob-squeezing shit out of no-where. Except he dicked guys until settling down with a weyrmate and having sharding twins." K'vvan shouldn't say stuff like 'sharding twins' but he is WORKED UP. "Is that enough of an explanation?" K'vvan just missed the fact that L'xan was probably asking about their sweeps positions~

M'noq gives K'vvan a side-eye, then says quietly, "Hey, cool it. If talking about this can't wait, at least don't get so worked up over it." He's not going to say don't ask, because he knows this question has been a problem for K'vvan for a bit, and he's not going to save L'xan with any comment on Lynx's recruits, either.

There is a tired sigh, even as L'xan pulls his bulk onto his feet. "I don't know who the fuck this Cha'el is, but if it's what has been bugging you please get it off your chest. Faranth forbid I try and organize our fighting forces while you are distracted." There is a bare hint of something other than L'xan's usual charm, but he is trying to be understanding. "I was actually asking why Ocelot needed to stay close to the weyr, but given your current state…I'm just not going to ask." Because he's feeling awkward as well as the stirrings of irritation (He's not grumpy yet, he has a Looong way to go til he gets grumpy)

It's cool, srsly, K'vvan can be grumpy enough for BOTH of them. "It's been like looking at a fucking ghost." But at least it seems like it's off K'vvan's chest now because he leans back into his chair. "But if that's different…" a deep breath and he'll settle into his seat. "We want to run some search and rescue drills. If we take the further out ones the someone is going to miss it." See, TOTALLY REASONABLE.

At this point, M'noq's just relieved the two men aren't going to kill each other. A sidelong, questioning look is cast at K'vvan after L'xan's suggestion, as he's unsure about the accuracy of that guess. "All right, I'm so glad that's settled. Now, since everything's been squared away… I'll have that report on the new Lynx recruits on your desk tomorrow morning." Even if his wingsecond has to spend all night finishing it. He salutes the Weyrleader, then walks out. Meeting over for this brownrider.

"Yes, thank you M'noq." L'xan acknowledges that this meeting has scared away at least one wingleader. "I look forward to that report." And oddly it sounds as if he really has an interest in the subject that possibly will impact his future tactics. "You are aware that if I don't know who this Cha'el is, then I haven't been deliberately fucking with you right?" L'xan is just going to put that on the table, even as he dismisses everyone else with a wave of his hand. "I kinda wish you'd said something earlier. Would have made the meetings less weird." But he's resuming his seat, so you know, no murder…for now.

"Too fucking weird, and then Nadeeth was…" a twirl-y finger from K'vvan for proddy. Hopefully L'xan can read greenrider word-avoiding. "Anyway. Is that enough reason so that the other's don't jump down your throat?"

L'xan is going to nod understandably, not that he has direct experience with proddiness other than living with a green rider, and a perpetually horny and hopeful dragon. "Oh!" L'xan had been distracted by the airing of dirtyish laundry. "Of course. It should be sufficient." There is a frown even as he leans across and grabs a fresh hide and stylus. "I know you guys focus on Search and Rescue, but what are your thoughts on perhaps offering a basic S and R course for all Southern's riders?" Oh, L'xan is ALL BSNS again now. The meetings are still weird :(

K'vvan blinks at the request that L'xan makes out of nowhere. Or the question. Either one is a thing. "I could probably find a rider or two to do it, but a basic primer wouldn't do any of them any good really. Since it's complicated."

L'xan taps the stylus against the hide thoughtfully. "So are you saying if a massive emergency, like the Crom comets, were to occur, your wing could handle it?" This is one of the many many things that keep Lax up at night. "No way you could utilize or otherwise prepare the other riders to assist you." Because if another comet fell, guess who L'xan's gunna delegate the rescue effort leadership too?

"You're a sharding bundle of happy thoughts. Of course Ocelot couldn't do it alone." K'vvan snorts at his Weyrleader mockingly. "I never said that Ocelot shouldn't do it. Just that a 'basic' training would be a sharding waste of time. If you want shit done do it right."

L'xan folds his arms as he regards the green rider. "Your dragon is no longer proddy." Can't hide this stuff from L'xan, he's on to it. "And we don't know each other so well yet. Do not assume that my friendliness means I am forgiving of excessive attitude." Because he also caught that snort. "If you have a better solution, I'm all ears. IF you think my idea is shit, say so with less words."

K'vvan raises an eyebrow as L'xan calls him out on the attitude. Chances are he's going to keep pushing the envelope to see how far 'daddy' will let him get, but for right now he'll pull it back. "I have to talk to D'ean about it. He designed Ocelot's training." Before D'ean Ocelot was more of an apprenticeship model~ "I'll go ask if you'd like. Sir."

L'xan raises his brow at K'vvan's brow. If M'noq was here it would be a battle to see who's gets the highest right? "You go do that." L'xan has had plenty of practical politic's lessons growing up, and he is utilizing them now. "I think I will see how Selaine is doing." Because that was totally next on his agenda. Standing smartly he gives the greenrider a salute, before one final honk honk of the air boobies before he strides from the room. No offense K'vvan, but all this imaginary groping has L'xan in the mood for some real deal groping. (ILU SELA~)

K'vvan is only going to flip off L'xan BEHIND HIS BACK. And when he passes the Leo wingleader on his way in, "You're fucking late~"

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