Bathtime

[[logged by N'ano]]

10/18/01

Logfile from Nanoc

Public Bathing Chamber

Steam billows, shrouding the many glow-baskets that line the low, tunnel-filled walls or swing down over the variable heated pools of clean water; light dances, lithe and sharp, defining the racks of freshly washed clothes yet to dry, or the tangle of muddled bundles yet to be washed. Shadows play over the large cupboard that holds fresh towels of orange and black, and a variety of bathing items including a vast array of sea-sponges from pumice hard to gentle softness.

Yla and R'ley are here.

Obvious exits:

Pool Inner Caverns

Yla beat all the men here, which is as it should be, as it assures that she can get the best spot in the pool to relax in, and attempt to scrub the stench of firestone out of her hair and skin. "You took yer time." she calls out teasingly she sees the bronzers walk in. Hahaha. Too slow.

R'ley walks like some dark wraith on silent feat threw the steamy bath entrance. He still wears his brown leather riding pants, stained with oil. As well as his riding boots, black from both dye and ass. "Unlike /some/ people I took care of my dragon before cleaning myself." he tosses back with a laugh while kicking his boots off.

OOC: R'ley says "ash!"

OOC: R'ley dies

OOC: N'ano dies.

OOC: Yla thuds.

OOC: N'ano says "Damn, don't wanna know what /you/ were doing!"

OOC: R'ley falls out of his chair, "Ahh what a lovely mistype!

OOC: Yla tries not to fall about laughing too hard in front of the others in here.

N'ano won't admit that he got tangled up in his lifemate's straps like a weyrling first learning to fly, so he nods in agreement to R'ley "Aye… same here. Had to—take off the straps so Bydelth could go soak in the basin." With that said, he prepares himself to bask in the water, and emerges himself into the serenity of the pool.

Yla glowers at R'ley and N'ano briefly before wrinkling her nose and sinking a little bit deeper into the water. "Some of us have dragons who take less time to clean than those big bronze lumps of yours." She wiggles her fingers just on the surface of the water, watching the ripples they create.

R'ley finish's getting undressed and follows N'ano into the water, like a dragon himself his eyes half lid with pleasure at sinking soar muscles into the bath. A hiss escapes his lips as a small burn on his back is flooded with the healing hot spring water. "Tyna insisted on fortifying himself with a wherry before batheing, I swear he thinks /he's/ the one eating to supliment a clutch." with an affectionate smile he adds, "He even went and helped Dhia clean the hatching sands a couple days ago, I swear he'll make a better father them me." chest puffs up slightly proudly oblivious to the fact that anyone knowing his reputation, especialy N'ano, would probably doubt that R'ley makes a very good daddy.

Yla just arches an eyebrow at the statement. "He's housetrained," Or should that be hatchinggrounds-trained. "Already?" she asks, a wry smile twisting her lips. "How very domestic of him to do the cleaning."

N'ano just coughs into his hand at R'ley's last statement, but chooses to remain silent otherwise as he sinks under the water completely for a moment's time, only to arise once again seconds later. "I think I'll just sit here all day or somethin'—or for a while, anyway, 'n then go find Hyti."

R'ley sniffs as if in offence, "Did you think all we ever did was fight, eat, and wench?" he snorts while flipping a lock of raven hair back, "I'll have you know Tyna and I are very good housekeepers, our weyr is spotless as you already know." trust him to bring that up.

Yla clears her throat slightly, looking to the surface of the water in what might be seen as vague embarrassment to one who knows her well. It's safe to say she fairly remembers one of the only times she was in R'ley's weyr. "Yes, well… if Tynabith is going to rake the sands with his claws every day, groves are going to get worn into the rock underneath."

N'ano rolls his eyes, continuing to remain silent… call it suspense for something yet to come? Dooom! Beware! Or not… Looking around, he frowns, "Yo… anyone seen the sweetsand I had here a second 'go?" Or the sweetsand that he had apparently forgotten to bring…

R'ley stretches a long arm behind him, "I think I saw a bag of it back here.." he trails off stretching back as his fingers brush it. Grasping it he swings his arm back around holding the small bag between two fingers. "Here ya go pal, catch." he tosses it over and almost as if in slow motion the bag rotates in mid-air and the contents poor into their bathing water. Each of the deceptivly pink crystals blossoms into the most brilliant red Pern dye can get. Within moments the whole bath is scarlet red…

Never let it be said that Yla cannot move fast when her appearance is at stake. In a few seconds, as the situation becomes apparently, there's a sudden shrieks from Yla's corner of the pool, and she does her best to haul herself out quickly, causing waves in the water, but not before she gets a healthy covering of the dye. "R'ley you… you… bronzeriding male!" she huffs, as if it's about as close to a mortal insult as she can get.

N'ano stares at the water, then R'ley, then the water again, facepalming before glaring back at R'ley "Way to go, deadglow!" He'd jump him, but well, he's not in the most decent fashion right now. Instead, he follows Yla's lead, jumping out of the pool and attempting to towel the dye off.

R'ley echo's N'ano in staring at the suddenly red water a moment before leaping out himself, because of his already dark tan his skin is now an almost coppery red. "Sharding weyrbrats." he curses looking himself over. Glancing up he spots Yla and N'ano's red hides and amusment glitters in his eyes, he trys to hide a rumble of laughter behind a cough but doesn't manage to cover it very well.

Yla glares at R'ley, almost growling as she frantically tries to rub the red dye off her skin, only suceeding in turning the towel a dim scarlet. "You so much as smirk, R'ley, and I'll make sure you're not fathering any more children." Her face is starting to turn a rather interesting shade of red, and it's nothing to do with the dye.

N'ano even winces at the threat, therefore causing no mock-laughter towards the other man "You're /such/ a wherryhead!" Nevermind the fact that it probably wasn't his fault anyway. "This ain't ever gonna come off!"

R'ley growls, a terrible habit when one already looks like he belongs on a ship with a skull for an emblem. "By my dragons shell you'd better shut up, it's not like I put the dye there." he threatens N'ano while ineffectivly rubbing at his staind skin with a towel. "Just try it." he purrs at Yla switching from offended to good natured teasing in the blink of an eye.

Yla doesn't look up from towelling her skin off. "You'd probably enjoy it." she mutters, fighting the urge not to snicker at that thought, before she dejectedly drops her arm holding the towel. "It's not coming off. I'm going to kill whoever put that there. I'm going to hang them from my ledge, and then let Cassie use them as a chew toy. Then I will push them off a cliff and make sure they go splat." Such thought to killing the perpetrator of this offence, no?

"No, but you put it in the water, dimglow!" retorts N'ano, casting an ever evil glare towards fellow bronzerider. As Yla speaks, he nods his head in agreeance "Use 'em for target practice first with the flamethrowers!"

R'ley takes the opposite stance as everyone else as usual, "As if neither of you ever pulled something like this?" he rumbles doubtfull that they havn't, Faranth knows he's pulled more then his share of pranks over the turns. "Look the waters already clean again, I bet it comes off with a bit of scrubbing." he says a silent thanks to whatever ancient managed to figure out how to make a self cleaning bath.

Yla frowns deeply. "Actually, no. i didn't." They never got the chance to in candidacy or weyrlinghood. The closest Yla came to that was an accident with a bottle of blue dye that left her with blue stripes for several months. She sighs. "I'm not going to be able to get it all off. Cassie's starting to get hungry - for some reason she's always hungry after hacking up ash - and she's going to want me to take her hunting."

N'ano rolls his eyes, continuing to remain silent… call it suspense for something yet to come? Dooom! Beware! Or not… Looking around, he frowns, "Yo… anyone seen the sweetsand I had here a second 'go?" Or the sweetsand that he had apparently forgotten to bring…

R'ley stretches a long arm behind him, "I think I saw a bag of it back here.." he trails off stretching back as his fingers brush it. Grasping it he swings his arm back around holding the small bag between two fingers. "Here ya go pal, catch." he tosses it over and almost as if in slow motion the bag rotates in mid-air and the contents poor into their bathing water. Each of the deceptivly pink crystals blossoms into the most brilliant red Pern dye can get. Within moments the whole bath is scarlet red…

Never let it be said that Yla cannot move fast when her appearance is at stake. In a few seconds, as the situation becomes apparently, there's a sudden shrieks from Yla's corner of the pool, and she does her best to haul herself out quickly, causing waves in the water, but not before she gets a healthy covering of the dye. "R'ley you… you… bronzeriding male!" she huffs, as if it's about as close to a mortal insult as she can get.

N'ano stares at the water, then R'ley, then the water again, facepalming before glaring back at R'ley "Way to go, deadglow!" He'd jump him, but well, he's not in the most decent fashion right now. Instead, he follows Yla's lead, jumping out of the pool and attempting to towel the dye off.

R'ley echo's N'ano in staring at the suddenly red water a moment before leaping out himself, because of his already dark tan his skin is now an almost coppery red. "Sharding weyrbrats." he curses looking himself over. Glancing up he spots Yla and N'ano's red hides and amusment glitters in his eyes, he trys to hide a rumble of laughter behind a cough but doesn't manage to cover it very well.

Yla glares at R'ley, almost growling as she frantically tries to rub the red dye off her skin, only suceeding in turning the towel a dim scarlet. "You so much as smirk, R'ley, and I'll make sure you're not fathering any more children." Her face is starting to turn a rather interesting shade of red, and it's nothing to do with the dye.

N'ano even winces at the threat, therefore causing no mock-laughter towards the other man "You're /such/ a wherryhead!" Nevermind the fact that it probably wasn't his fault anyway. "This ain't ever gonna come off!"

R'ley growls, a terrible habit when one already looks like he belongs on a ship with a skull for an emblem. "By my dragons shell you'd better shut up, it's not like I put the dye there." he threatens N'ano while ineffectivly rubbing at his staind skin with a towel. "Just try it." he purrs at Yla switching from offended to good natured teasing in the blink of an eye.

Yla doesn't look up from towelling her skin off. "You'd probably enjoy it." she mutters, fighting the urge not to snicker at that thought, before she dejectedly drops her arm holding the towel. "It's not coming off. I'm going to kill whoever put that there. I'm going to hang them from my ledge, and then let Cassie use them as a chew toy. Then I will push them off a cliff and make sure they go splat." Such thought to killing the perpetrator of this offence, no?

"No, but you put it in the water, dimglow!" retorts N'ano, casting an ever evil glare towards fellow bronzerider. As Yla speaks, he nods his head in agreeance "Use 'em for target practice first with the flamethrowers!"

R'ley takes the opposite stance as everyone else as usual, "As if neither of you ever pulled something like this?" he rumbles doubtfull that they havn't, Faranth knows he's pulled more then his share of pranks over the turns. "Look the waters already clean again, I bet it comes off with a bit of scrubbing." he says a silent thanks to whatever ancient managed to figure out how to make a self cleaning bath.

Yla frowns deeply. "Actually, no. i didn't." They never got the chance to in candidacy or weyrlinghood. The closest Yla came to that was an accident with a bottle of blue dye that left her with blue stripes for several months. She sighs. "I'm not going to be able to get it all off. Cassie's starting to get hungry - for some reason she's always hungry after hacking up ash - and she's going to want me to take her hunting."

N'ano rolls his eyes "Yeah, 'lieve it or not, I was a /good/ candidate… I ain't responsible for anythin' like this, and when I was an apprentice, I didn't care at all for pranks, 'cause I hate 'em!" He just won't admit to taking T'rell's pranking advice for the little time he did spare for some back during pre-draggie days.

R'ley rolls emerald eyes at your both, "Anyone ever tell you how boring you both are?" he wonders outloud while climbing back in. The water swirling around him slowely becomes a slightly pink color. "A good prank never hurt anyone, livens things up quite a bit infact." he preaches his opinion like it's the law.

"We didn't get the opportunity." Yla says, rather stiffly, (or rather Yla didn't) bending to pick up some sweetsand and rubbing it into her skin, managing to turn her skin pink from the rubbing, but its rather hard to tell, since the dye remains. She makes a noise of disgust and shakes the sand off her fingers. It seems to have dried onto her skin, that dye. "I am /not/ boring." she snaps, before looking somewhat uncertain. "Am I?"

N'ano grins wryly "Gee, I've certainly heard otherwise," he responds, completely off the subject of pranking, however. We'll just leave it disclosed at that. "Sighing, he wraps a towel around himself, taking a seat on a poolside chair.

R'ley continues his futile scrubbing of his skin with real sweatsand, "Sometimes, I can recall a notable few when you where the life of the party." he doesn't however sink so low as to listing them outloud. "So you got any kids?" he suddenly out of the blue asks N'ano.

Yla is trying to pick the red stuff out from under her nails as R'ley makes his comment, and she quickly shoots him a look before glancing away equally as quickly. He's determined to make her all embarrassed-like, isn't he? She says nothing in response to the second question though, directed at N'ano as it is, as she continues trying to make her skin something other than an interesting hue of squashed tomato.

"Where've /you/ been?" Doesn't everyone know about N'ano's brood by now? Nevertheless, he nods "I've got Nanli over in Gar with Filliand up here, I've got Ryran and Neanawell, Nea's just a fosterling, but I've been raising her since she was just a couple months old, so I consider her mine."

R'ley raises one well plucked black eyebrow in responce to the first bit, "Paying attention to my and Tstar's son in between fighting thread and watching Tyna make flirty eyes at Dhia." he can't resist mention his bronze and it's golden mate in the same sentance once his dragon reminds him Bydelth was in that flight as well. "How olds your youngest?" he enquires with fatherly curiosity.

Yla remains silent at all the talk of children, but a faintly jealous look is shot in the direction of the pair before she quickly turns her attention back to the sweetsand and her reddened skin, as the conversation turns to mates, children, and other associated matters.

"Just over 6 months now… that's Nanli," N'ano replies, somewhat more calmly than his previous demeanor. "Cute little thing—so are the others." 'cause They've got their daddy's looks. Oh yeah. "That reminds me… I'm due for a visit down there." Child visitation rights and all.

R'ley flicks his eyes to Yla just as she looks with green eyed envy their way, "If you want one I'd be happy to help." he purrs both serious and flirting at the same time. Turning back to N'ano, "My kids are the /cutest/, the triplets back at Igen where all raven haired two green eyed boys and a little sky blue eyed girl." having already told Tstar about them he doesn't mind going into details with others. Going on he adds, "Cavalor is about 4 months now, when they get old we should have them play together." ya cause most fathers would want their innocent little daughters playing with a spawn of R'ley and Tstar's.

Darn. Spotted. Yla gets up, starting to pull on her clothing now that she's given up on ridding herself of the dye. "Who said I wanted a child?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Faranth knows I have enough children in my siblings, all of whom are more than happy to clamour for my attention whenever I go back home." She doesn't dare look in the bronzers directions again, instead, fixing her eyes on buttoning up her blouse.

N'ano raises his brow, attempting his best at holding back the cough in response to R'ley "Yeah, maybe!" Aka, you've gotta be kidding. Note the way he abruptly breaks eye contact at that suggestion.

R'ley puffs up with offence reading the signals from N'ano, "What don't want your kid around mine?" he growls while steping out of the tub to dry his rose red skin off. One towel is deftly twisted about lithe muscle defined waist before he moves to fluff his biceps and chest.

"Boys," Yla steps towards the exit, walking between them as she moves. "Don't get into fights. The healers won't be able to tell what's blood and what's red dye." She clearly doesn't want to be around with discussions about children flying around. "Cassie's demanding to be fed. I'll see you both later." And with that, she heads towards the exit.

Do you really want N'ano to list off his entire meaning as to why he doesn't want his kids around R'ley's? "Simple, man—they've got too many of your genes!" Somehow Tstar and R'ley's don't mix too well. It's more of a one or the other, but both? Skeeeery. No fight picking here! Especially just in towels.

R'ley playfully cracks a towel at Yla's retreating form, not actually letting it catch her but doing it even while snapping at N'ano just the same. "Ah so you don't want your daughter hanging out with someone whose responsible and goal oriantated? I can understand that, wouldn't want her to break the mold you set and be open minded." ohh buuuuurn!

N'ano squeezes his eyes shut, facepalming all the while before lowering his hands to rest crossed along his chest "You're so shardin' full of yourself, y'know that? Yeah—let's see… goal-orientated… let's see how many girls I can squeeze into my weyr at once!" he states, mimicing "Oh, and responsible? "Gee, how many babies can I make and abandon with twenty different women!" Fire… hehe.

R'ley steps closer looking with a dark scowl down at the other bronze, oblivious or uncaring to the fact neither of them wear more then towels. "You must be talking about yourself, cause you sharding well better not be refering to /me/ like that." he snarls practicly nose to nose with the other bronze…quite an amusing thing since both riders are various shades of pink or red at the moment.

N'ano quirks a brow in amusement "Oh?" Here's where N'ano pokes at R'ley's chest to emphasize his meaning "And Why. Is. That? Hmm? I ain't talkin' 'bout myself, buddy," he reprimands, tightnening the armcross as he stares at the opposing face.

R'ley has a temper problem, hence why he didn't do anything the last time N'ano got all pokie and punchie with him. Unfortunitly he's not feeling particularly patient today, probably because of being dyed pink and all. Looking down with practicly smoking eyeballs he watches N'ano poke at him, "Oh ya, that was smart.." voice dripping with sarcasm R'ley gives N'ano a hard shove back, which if it works out as he planned should send N'ano backwards into the water again.

N'ano is used to this, at least—being shoved into water. And what better time than the present to practice his deadman's floating skills. After sinking to the bottom, he resurfaces facedown and utterly lifeless.

R'ley does despite popular belief have some sence of whats right and whats wrong and killing N'ano definitly falls under the 'wrong' catagorie. The concept the other might be faking it never enters his paniced mind, he's killed with his temper before albiet in self-defence so jumping to the conclusion he's done so again isn't hard. "Ahh shhhhiiiit." he mutters before diving towards the pool and heaving N'ano to the floor. Showing an amount of strength befiting one with his muscle tone R'ley has N'ano on the floor and ready to start CPR before he could ever declare he's not really not breathing. Mind clears the moment he needs to concentrate and R'ley opens N'ano's mouth putting his over it and breathing in in practicly less time then it took to haul him out of the bath.

Isoldi walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

A drudge comes in to take his bath and spots the almost nakid R'ley with his mouth plastered to the nekkid N'ano. With a startled yelp the man turns tail and fleds back to the LC to gossip.(repose for Iso so she knows the scene)

This is… too funny, yet incredible sick at the next. Here N'ano lays, alive as ever with a R'ley seemingly making out with him… at least that's what the story will tell with those gossipy drudges. But alas, This ain't gonna last very long before N'ano lifts his knees to shove the other into the water as R'ley had performed moments earlier. Standing and wiping his mouth with disgust, N'ano scowls "You're sick, man! You shardin' pervert!"

Grungy and dishevelled — why else would someone come to the baths? — Isoldi pushes in through the steam, towel draped over one shoulder and expectant smile upon her face. Dirt is bad. Clean is good. Therefore, she's really looking forward to this. Of course, then she's almost knocked over by a fleeing drudge, and after recovering her balance, she spots an the two on the ground. So…she's somewhat less thrilled. "Ah ha…and bronzeriders want us to think that all of the stories about them aren't true!" she remarks from her spot off to one side. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Chelle walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

R'ley goes head over heals into the stone tub, and considoring his size and weight doesn't do so as lightly or with as much warning as N'ano had. Hard head impacts harder stone and when R'ley surfaces he does so not only with birds flying around his head but with the red haze of an even further lost temper clouding his mind. "Nah, your just in time to see how many faces I can make this guys face turn." towel somehow still manages to cling around his waist R'ley climbs out of the bath and raises his dukes so to speek.

Chelle peeks her head in around the door, squinting at the steam. Hearing the voices and the /big/ splashes, she wanders in a bit further, "I /thought/ I recognized those voices!" she says triumphantly. "Just who I was coming to see!"

So much for cheerful teasing. Isoldi's aggression radar is working quite well, and sends her skittering back just enough to prevent any risk of being caught up in it herself. It's always the innocent bystanders who are most hurt in scenes like these. Not that knowledge of this sends her running away. This is prime gossip, therefore she stays. "I'd stay back," she calls happily to Chelle, "They're playing 'Young Bucks with Something to Prove!"

"I think he meant to say how fast I can warp what's left of that vtol sized brain of his!" N'ano replies, not even so much as looking back over his shoulder towards the exit. So N'ano stands beside the pool, expectantly tapping his foot. C'mon, bring it on!" However, as Chelle's voice is heard, N'ano tosses a quick glance over his shoulder, though nothing more.

R'ley can bring it on allright, infact he's more then allright at this kinda thing. With a fighters knack at being quick and light on his feat R'ley rises to the chalenge and gets in a wicked shot with his right fist at N'ano's face followed by a softer jaw shot with his less capable left hand. Chelle is spotted out of the corner of one emerald eye and having not had to fight in recent years doesn't have the will of steal composure to resists twisting his body to glance over. Leaving his whole left side vulnerable.

"Aww…but they've hardly even started yet!" Isoldi sounds good and properly disappointed. This could be explained a moment later when she adds with a huge grin, "Cmon, don't you find it a little tantalizing, them wrestling around like that? Just stand there and pretend they're fighting over you. Honest. Give it a chance." Following her own advice, she folds her arms across her chest and looks back at the two combatants, caught somewhere between admiration and rampant amusement.

Okie, that hurt a little. At the impact, N'ano's hand unconsciously takes hold of his face where the pain throbs. "Oh, you're in for it—" is yelled as N'ano charges full speed at fellow bronzer, headbutting him right in the gut and sending not only R'ley, but himself into the water, again. Let's hope those towels stay a little longer on 'em, eh?

R'ley gives his own war cry as he's propelled into the water, a cry which is quickly turned into nothing but bubbles as he goes under dragging N'ano beneath the water with him. Not breathing while under the again pink hued water isn't to hard after you've taken a headbutt to the stomach. Seeking to return the favor R'ley jerks his right knee going for a gut blow of his own. Thankfully though slowely getting looser the knot holding the towel almost as red as his skin by now on hasn't let go yet.

Chelle sidles closer to the girl, shrugging slightly, "I'd hope that nobody'd fight over me. That would be just plain silly, in any case. I'm Chelle, by the way, from High Reaches." she introduces before turning back to watch the males, "You two are gonna end up in the infirmary with broken heads, the way you're going!" she yells at them, though she doesn't seem too frightened by the prospect. "Maybe it'll do them good, in any case." she chuckles as they both fall into the pool, "Or else they'll end up with lungs full of water."

"Really?" Isoldi gives Chelle one of those 'you're a bit touched, aren't you?' sort of looks before heaving a dramatic sigh. "-I- think it's terribly romantic." Nothing makes a girl all wobbly like bruises and blood, you bet. Then, a touch more seriously, she remarks, "Besides, if they do try to drown themselves, you can rescue them, which is just as romantic. Imagine, two bronzers indebted to you for their lives. You could have fun with that, you know…"

N'ano resurfaces with a splatter, gripping his stomach at the blow, and coughing, but does no more than lifting himself out of the water once again. Yeah, he has his morals—healer morals in proper, that is, and he plans to stick by them now.

R'ley drags himself out of the water panting as well, while holding his towel shut. The girls clusterd about the entrance finally get one of his patented charming smiles while his free hand flicks long raven tresses away from his face where they cling annoyingly. Once done with his quick flirting look at them R'ley turns glowering emerald gold orbs again N'ano's way with a fierce scowl.

Chelle settles down onto a wooden bench and shrugs the woman's look away, "Romance is for children." she says forthrightly. After all, ex-nannies should know /that/. "And I don't think Rhajath would want me to have any bronzeriders endebted to me." she quips with a wry grin. "It'd make him feel a bit inferior, I'm afraid." she blinks as if that thought didn't come entirely from her own thoughts. "What /are/ they fighting about, anyway?" she asks again, as no one has seemed to answer her yet. "And what was your name?" Well, if they're going to talk, she might as well know the other woman's name,too, right? Eyes continue to watch the two bronzeriders, rolling slightly as she sees they've at least been spotted. Maybe they aren't /wholly/ lost to the heat of battle yet.

"Can't go three seconds without tryin' to woo another woman, eh?" N'ano scowls right on back, forgetting his morals for a moment's time as he gives R'ley a little something to match his own bruise, though in the abdominal region once again. It probably won't bruise, but it's the thought that counts, no? With that, N'ano stands, completely forgetting the other bronzer, and makes his way towards the ladies present, offering a head-nod greeting and a wave while working to keep the towel closed with the other hand "Hey, how's it goin'? Nice to see ya visitin' here for once, Chelle," he grins.

Aren't they cute? Isoldi returns R'ley's smile with a knowing grin and a finger wriggling wave. "Oh, it's not that bad. I try to have at least one a week. Keeps the heart fluttering and the blood clear. Ask any healer." Or don't, as it probably can't be backed up medically. "I think the dark one over there gave the blonde one a big kiss, and he took offense to it," she then says in response to the first question. To the second, a friendly, "I'm Isoldi. Nice to meet you… Hello, N'ano! Lovely towel you have there…"

Isoldi has disconnected.

R'ley spasmicly has to double over from the blow, once he's recovered enough to straighten up he tosses Isoldi a glance that could melt a block of ice. "I wasn't /kissing/ him, I would rather kiss something my dragons eaten then him!" sudden memories of a certain male green rider he knew at his old weyr flash in his mind making him instantly defensive when it comes to being 'involved' with a guy. Never one to let another have the last word R'ley silently creeps behind N'ano grabbing the back of his towel and giving a quick pull before backing off like it never happened to address Chelle. He doesn't even glance over to see if it worked, "So nice to see you again Chelle, how's Rhajath?" he asks with a friendly smile. Across his stomach no trace of outward injury yet shows itself, though that could be because his skin is already bright red.

"Ain't it?" Grinning, N'ano works to tighten the towel even more, eventually getting a knot into it to keep it closed as he props himself down onto a chair. R'ley's attempt, of course, failed, but the tension of the towel being pulled causes N'ano to whirl around, scowling even more "And now you're tryin' to grab my hide! Shard it man, go find a wherry!"

Chelle just shakes her head at N'ano's greeting, "Well, I thought I'd come and see what you've been up to since I haven't been around to keep an eye on you." she shakes her finger at her friend, "And what do I find? You two acting like twelve-Turn olds over some pretty female!" though she grins as she says it, making her words more teasing than admonishing. "And well met, Isoldi." she turns her attention back to the girl, raising an eyebrow in surprise before looking back at the two men, "Hmmm…kissing each other? That's a new one for you, N'ano!" Though as Isoldi slips out the door, she laughs, "I bet everybody will have you two as lovers before the evening is out! You could put marks on that." Whether they want to or not, the way gossip works around a weyr! She shakes her head as she notes R'ley's last counter move and then answers, "Oh, we're okay..I'm actually here to invite you both to High Reaches if you can come in a couple of days. We're finally getting rid of these uniforms and graduating!" she gets out in a rush. Towels, clothes or the lack there-of isn't noticed. Not that it's /not/ noticed, but because Chelle /has/ to pretend not to notice it, right?

R'ley shoots daggers at N'ano with his eyes from where he's leaned against one wall, between threadfall this morning and the fight with N'ano it's a better idea not to force his body to hold him up with rest or food soon. "I'd love to attend Chelle, what can be more fun then a party where the guests of honor havn't been allowed to drink for almost 2 turns?" the abuse he's taken at meen ole' N'ano's hands…and head..obviously havn't dampened his spirits.

Fellow bronzerider forgotten, N'ano bobs his head at Chelle, grinning "Aye! I'd love to go… mind if I bring a few people though? I mean, I'm sure Serafa'd love to go, since she ain't seen you for—well, I don't know how long… and Hyti?" Just because on the last one.

Chelle shakes her head at R'ley, "Well, I wouldn't say that….these last couple of sevendays have been a bit more lax than usual…Especially with several of the greens already rising…I doubt there's many of us weyrlings left that /haven't/ had at least a drink or two…" she laughs at N'ano's enthusiasm, "I'm sure that everyone is welcome, and I was hoping to ask Serafa, too, of course…But if I don't see her, then you can ask her, surely…" As for Hyti…. "I haven't met her yet, but if she'd like to come, again, everyone's invited.."

R'ley runs his fingers threw his hair like combs while absently slipping into the conversation, "Mayhap I can get Tstar to attend with me, it's unfortunite Cavalor, that'd be our son, is still to young to safely take with us." girls love guys with cute little infants, it's an unwritten law even! Having dripped dry R'ley reaches for the clothes he brought in with him that up intill now weren't mentioned and slips into them while facing away from everyone. He just doesn't have the self control for anymore teasing from N'ano regarding his sexual affinitys. Towel is tossed in a basket with several dozen others before R'ley, now clad in tight black trousers with a billowy blue tunic tucked in, turns back to face Chelle again. "Only a few of the greens have risen? Considoring my luck lately I think I'd better have Tstar with me, Tynabith has been in prime flying form lately…wouldn't you agree N'ano?" he slips another barb regarding his bronze beating out Bydelth among others to win Dhia's first flight.

"You'll like her, I'm sure," N'ano states, as if ensuring his mother about the woman "Sweetest woman in the world and I love her to pieces," he adds, half grinning. "Not to mention she's the Weyrhealer, so very emphatic towards caring for me and well, everyone else too," he chuckles. R'ley's question doesn't go unheard, but as for a response? It's untold.

Chelle raises an eyebrow slightly, "Ah, see? All of the /good/ bits of gossip never reach 'Reaches." she sighs, "I didn't even realize that you /had/ a son, R'ley!" she continues to go back and forth between the two with her attention, so that perhaps they'd keep from getting into another tussle. As R'ley is dressing, she turns to N'ano, "That's good to hear. I'd /better/ like her, you know. Only the best for my friends." she winks at him before turning back to R'ley, "And I think I remember Tstar…Didn't she Impress in your group, N'ano?"

R'ley doesn't bother letting N'ano respond to the questions towards him before speeking, "I've got three of them, and a daughter as well. They to my chagrin reside with their mother at Igen, you'd have loved watching over Cavalor, that's his name, a very well behaved young man." with chin tipped cockily into the air he adds, "Takes after his old man!" he doesn't bother looking N'ano's way figuring he'll hear his reaction in the form of a disagreeing snort any moment now.

N'ano nods his head "Aye, that she did," he responds in way of Chelle before adding "You'll like her…" It's an idle restatement, but there's meaning behind it, really. "Oh, you see Aiana at all? I haven't seen her since—well, since her last time up here… Serafa's turnday way back when I was still a candidate." Lovely conversation twister, no? And of course, R'ley's comment receives a snort and "And that's a good thing?"

Chelle is, indeed, surprised, though there's really no reason to be, after all, a bronzerider usually ends up with a good many children, as has been proven over and over again. "That's the way to go! Their mother must raise them very well, then. If they're well behaved, that's half the battle of having them grow up into reasonable young men and women." she has to get her bit of lecture in there, you know! N'ano's snort towards R'ley earns him a frown from the bluerider before she shakes her head in answer to his question, "I haven't seen Aiana but /once/ since I left here for 'Reaches. I guess I've been too busy to see much of anybody but the weyrlingmasters and the other weyrlings."

R'ley radiates with a non-cocky sort of pride, "I've insisted that if their mother insists on not letting them come to live with me till their old enough to choose then she must treat them as people." he really warms to the subject continueing with, "After extensive study on how most of the jerks in the world went from innocent infants to cruel people I've come to the conclusion that it usually happens due to a simple lack of respect, love, and a gentle hand but not soft when it comes to them misbehaving." and this has just come from a guy who only a moment ago was duking it out with another rider for only insulting him.

R'ley's comment just causes N'ano to double over in laughter so hard, he's silent. Remaining that way for a moment's time, he suddenly stands, making his way towards his own pile of clothing, still reeking of firestone. One wiff later, he abruptly turns back, continuing to remain in the towel. "Shardit."

Celira hums softly as she walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Chelle can't help but look at R'ley with a lot of respect and surprise, "Really? That's really good, R'ley! And I'd bet that you visit them as much as you can, no matter your busy schedule!" Ah, she always warms when there's someone that seems to think like she does. "That's why it's /so/ important to have the right sort of people filling the nurseries and raising the children…" Oh, she could talk about this for /hours/, of course! And has once or twice. Of course, she'll forgive the both of them their brawl, after all, they're bronzeriders in the same room…that alone is worthy of a few scuffles, right? N'ano's movements recieve a frown and, since he doesn't explain the doubling up, she can only assume that it's some male-thing, "Something wrong?"

Celira walks into the baths, hoping to find some relaxation after a long day of…doing nothing, of course. No, she's actually been thinkin' and writin', hence the bunched up shoulder muscles. She pauses upon seeing a small crowd, eyes widening slightly. "Oh..sorry…didn't know the baths were full!"

R'ley manages only threw an extreme effort of will not to respond to Chelle's praise with a bunch of macho gloating. "I always make time." he cashualy says well aware of what it sounds like he's implying and not really carrying. "You really ought to get something dry on yourself Pal, wouldn't want any parts to shrivel off…not that I expect you have any parts worth saving from that fate." and their goes his Mr. Sensitive persona in one rude sentance.

R'ley stands near Chelle cloathed but with bright red skin, N'ano whose skin is the same color…though his face is probably the color of raw meat is standing near firestone caked riding leathers wearing naught but a towel. *scene for Celira*

N'ano will control his anger. Yes he will… no more brutal beatings. After R'ley's last comment, he gives him some really bad obscene gesture before about turning, making his way out towards—well, anywhere but here, idly muttering "Go burn at the red star, /buddy/." And he's off.

Public Bathing Chamber

Steam billows, shrouding the many glow-baskets that line the low, tunnel-filled walls or swing down over the variable heated pools of clean water; light dances, lithe and sharp, defining the racks of freshly washed clothes yet to dry, or the tangle of muddled bundles yet to be washed. Shadows play over the large cupboard that holds fresh towels of orange and black, and a variety of bathing items including a vast array of sea-sponges from pumice hard to gentle softness.

R'ley, Chelle, and Celira are here.

Obvious exits:

Pool Inner Caverns

You go to the Northeastern Caverns.

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