Game Night ( open to all )

[Seraph]

The evening chill seemed intent to intrude past the warming glow-light that exuded from the baskets that hung from the living-area walls, so Maurisa pulled the heavy door hanging across, the gaily coloured weave the most sober thing in the room. Shelves had been nailed into the walls, some at eye height, some lower still, and each covered in an assembly of odds and ends. Shells, some perfect, some chipped, flakes of shining minerals, a spectacular half-dome of rock, the centre a myriad of rose hued crystal, took pride of place in the middle of the biggest shelf, the room was absolutely crammed with objects Maurisa, and even Zirith, had found on their jaunts away from the Weyr. And this wasn't even the full collection. Maurisa had had to leave rather a lot of it behind, back at Igen, when she had moved West. Still, she was making up the lack rather well.
I helped!
Indeed you did, she replied, looking at a gnarled spur of rock, banded with varying colours. Above it, on a secure set of hooks, hung her well aged, and well cared for, gitar.

She sat at the round table set in the middle of her lving-quarters, the surface littered with cups, mugs, wineskins, and some dice. SHe had been greatly daring and had managed to talk the cooks into giving her a couple plates of dainties, still somewhat warm. The spicy scents made her stomach rumble, even though she had eaten well at dinner.
The greenrider had, in her position as Weyrsinger, decided that morale was low, and needed lifting. Of course, she worried too about the future of her Weyr, but they could not face what was to come with heavy hearts - they needed clear minds to deal with this.
So her plan seemed somewhat of a countermeasure towards clear heads, but it would work in the end. She hoped.

People need a night without worry, to just talk and have fun. Tomorrow will be soon enough for worry.
That was surprisingly deep for you, Zirrie.
You have been repeating your reasoning to me for many candlemarks. I can not see anything wrong with people having some fun.
Maurisa grinned. She was expecting people to arrive anytime now. She had told everyone in the Dining Cavern they were welcome, no matter their rank or such. She hoped this might be an outlet for some steam and pent up emotions, and just let people enjoy themselves for one night.
With wine. And gambling.
Oh, did she know how to throw a party or what?

[Spiffy]

J'thir signed the last hide with a flick of his quill and set it, the ink pot and the hide aside with a grateful finality. At last, he'd done the last tithe and now he could rest. Leaning back in his chair, he pushed off hard from the desk with his legs, so that he skidded backward toward his bed with a shriek of wood against stone. The back of the chair stopped just short of the bed, and he frowned. With a sigh he picked himself up out of the chair, stepped around the chair and fell onto the furs.

He lay there for a few minuted, eyes closed and his hands clasped behind his head. But he soon tired of this, his mind unable to find the rest that it wanted. He sat up again, staring at the single candle on his desk. It was getting late. Why did that ring a bell in his mind? What had he had planned...

Ah yes, one of the greenriders was having a party. It was odd in itself that he'd remembered that, except for the promise of alcohol and a spot of gambling that said party would involve. With another sigh he stood up, looking down at himself briefly, considering his outfit. With a grunt he lifted off his short and pulled on another, dark blue in colour. He begun to walk to the door, pausing as he passed the small cabinet in the corner of his weyr. Maybe he should take some along, for the party...

He reached out to flip the cupboard door open, grabbing a bottle from the front and flipping the door shut again with his foot as he turned, stepping out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Have fun, he heard the sleepy voice intrude into his thoughts, mentally rolling his eyes in reply as he strode down the corridors to the Weyrsinger's weyr. Reaching her door he drew in a deep breath, calming his mind to that point where he could just sink in on himself and be whomever he wanted. That done he transferred the wine bottle to his left hand while with his right he reached up and knocked, rather flamboyantly, on her door.

[Seraph]

Maurisa sat on one of the chairs, humming a nonsense ditty to herself. No-one had turned up yet, but maybe they were all waiting to see if anyone else was. Zirith snuffled from her couch, and Maurisa turned to the dragon, even though there was a wall between them.
If you're tired, you can sleep.
What, and miss the party?
There isn't much going on, it's just us girls.
....Does this mean I get to drink?
No. Not after last time.
Zirith huffed, though her rider knew she wasn't really annoyed, more playing along with the mood of the banter.

A knock at the door interrupted that conversation, and Zirith nearly squeaked in excitment. Maurisa chuckled at her dragon, and went to answer the door, knocked somewhat flamboyantly she noted with approval. Being flamboyant was an asset in her opinion. Pulling the door open, she managed to hide some surprise that it was J'thir at her door, hiding it rather well by giving him an elaborate bow.
"Well come, good sir! Please, do come in." She moved aside with a flourish of one hand. Well and well, at least someone had come. She rubbed her hands together, and grinned ruefully. "Sadly no-one else has turned up yet, but the night is young."

[Spiffy]

He heard a faint chuckle from the other side of the door just before it opened, the face that appeared briefly showing surprise before disappearing as the figure bowed - jokingly, of course. He smiled at that.

"Well come, good sir! Please, do come in," she said with a flourish of her hand as she rose, J'thir stepping past her into the offered weyr. "Sadly no-one else has turned up yet, but the night is young."

"It is young, indeed," he said, mimicking her old-time brogue, "and a night so promising should be seized with both hands, not wasted on tedious details and formalities. Especially tithes," he added, slipping back into normal speech as he flopped into one of the chairs.

"How's our Weyrsinger and her dragon, then?" he asked, forestalling the embarrassment of forgetting the name of Maurisa's green while remembering her own.

"Ooh," he said suddenly, remembering the wine bottle grasped in his hand. "I brought us a little something to celebrate with, if and when we find something worth celebrating," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

Watch him with that, a dry voice said aside to Zirith. J'thir scowled briefly, overhearing his own little warning on the subject.

[Seraph]

She closed the door, feeling somewhat more enthusiastic about this whole idea than she had a minute before - for a while, she had thought no-one would turn up at all, though she'd never admit that to Zirith. Though she had to admit she was slightly surprised it was J'thir who had showed up first - she was expecting maybe some of the other greenriders if anyone, but she wasn't too fussy about who she drank and gambled with. Any company was good company.
Apart from Basilisks. You still get shaky around them. Zirith said to her rider.
Yes, thank you, I didn't need to be reminded about that. She shook her head and sat opposite the bronzerider.

"We're both fine, Zirith is more excited about this than I would have thought." and she flashed him a quick grin and a shrug. "I don't know if it's because of the break in routine or the opurtunity to see what this 'gambling' bussiness is all about." She graciously took the bottle from him, placing it with the others, though one was already open. She hadn't started drinking, though, it was more a hopefully pre-emptive move then anything. She motioned to his cup. "Wine? I can't promise quality, but I do know it's good." She chuckled.

Zirith briefly lidded her eyes at Adakhanyth's aside, and replied with a draconic chuckle. Well, you know harpers and wine. I just hope no-one starts complainging about headaches.

((sorry it's kinda naff. >.< I'll get better soon!))