Truth Or Dare

[[logged by N'ano]]

Logfile from Nanoc

Waterfall's Basin
The weyr's fresh-water pool flows clean and clear, almost undisturbed by the river that rests here after crashing down from the heights above. This small bay is neatly surrounded by a series of smooth stone steps and hidden beaches, a haven from the wider lake beyond before the water drops further to the sea below.
One gnarled, ancient tree has survived the ravages of time and Thread, reaching up towards the cliff above and the water below. A set of cruide boards makes the climb an easy one. The beach stretches, wide and warm, the waterfall quite a swim distant.
It is a spring noon.
You see Flamer and Calista's Cool-Cat Cot here.
You notice Z'diah asleep here.
Kaltia is here.
Obvious exits:
Branch Forest Path

Kaltia lays on the beach, staring up at the sky without really paying much attention to everything around her. The sand is warm and she wants to relax… the best she can anyway.

Nanoc whistles some type of harper's tune that he's picked up as he makes his way towards the waterfall, stopping short before he walks over Kaltia, unexpecting to see her hear and not have taken notice until just then "Oh hey! Didn't see you here… 'don't mind if I stick 'round, you ya? Just tryin' to get rid of my headache…"

Tstar arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Kaltia blinks a few times, pushing herself up to her elbows to blink a few times at Nanoc. "Get rid of… Why are you here if you have a headache, wouldn't it just make it worse?" And all this thinking is giving Kal a headache. "But, if ya think it'll help, stick round if ya like. Doesn't matter to me." As long as she doesn't have to go back to chores, she doesn't carte.

Nanoc rolls a shoulder as he removes his boots and tunic, taking a seat along the water's edge and dipping his feet in "It'll do the job… rather relaxin' compared to those shardin' weyrbrats" he peeks around his shoulder "Heh… they haven't found me yet. Good. 'been stickin' round me ever since"

Kaltia blinks a few times, staring at the spot where he had just been before shaking her head. Lying back down, she rests her arms on the forehead, shielding her eyes from the bit of light that bothers them. After one more moments consideration, and without even sitting up, she giggles. "Ever since what?"

Tstar slips out of the Weyr towards the waterfall, taking in the other candidates present, curiously. She's here for a swim, and quickly strips down before diving into the water, but when she surfaces it is closer to the other candidates. Eavesdroping? Tstar? Would she do that?

Nanoc just shakes his head "Oh, nothin'… just T'rell thought that a couple of 'em would enjoy shadowin' me 'round for a bit." Or for the rest of his like. No need for explanation "Hey Tstar…" he greets, taking in notice of the other candidate.

Merra arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Now Nanoc has Kal more confused then she was before. But if its about that little incident with Saria, then she doesn't need anymore explanation. And if it was T'rell… then it makes sense. "Ooo… after you fainted, right?" And tactic Kal strikes again. A quick wave to Tstar and she waits to see if her guess was right.

Tstar quirks an eybrow at Nanoc. "You fainted?" Her tone is rather bemused. Apparently she hasn't heard this rumor yet… or heard and discounted. "Might I ask over what? Or if it actually occured?" roumors being rumors after all!

But it really has nothing to do with the Saria incident… so it's good if that's what they /think/ Nanoc's talking about, right? So he can pretend "Uh… yeeeah." he responds quickly to Kaltia's inquiry before turning back towards Tstar, nodding his nead slighty "Why? Who told you that?" he questions Kaltia. Maybe if he denies it all…

Merra stumbles upon a secret meeting. Or not. She quickly identifies the members of the entirely human clutch, a broad grin lighting her face when she spots Nanoc. "Soooo, how's our healer today? Recovered sufficiently recovered, I hope?" Teasing? Of course. "Hiya, Kal… Tstar," she adds in greeting.

Tstar points to Kaltia. "She just said it… and she just implied it…" THe finger shifts to Merra, "And several other people have said things of the sort which I had discounted up till now." Denial might or might not work in Tstar's case… depends on how it's done.

Kaltia giggles quietly, shaking her head in amazement at Nanoc. "You know, everyone knows already, you might as well admit it." Turning her gaze to the new voice, she waves to Merra from her spot in the sand. "'lo!"

Nanoc rolls his eyes "Alright alright… so I might've passed out a bit… during the passin' of the afterbirth. Ya'll happy now?" Now that you've all humiliated him beyond belief. Tsk Tsk Tsk. :P

Merra grins, settling in her own little sand furrow. "I'm allowed to tease you, Nanoc. After all, I've been through it twice," she informs him blithely. "So, what's up? Other than picking on Nanoc?" She's hiding from getting more chores, personally.

Kaltia grins, waving her hand to the area around her. "I was here with some kidlets, watching them swim, but then their parents took them back. So I'm off duty for now." With a giggle, she props herself up once more on her elbows as she starts getting a little restless, just lying there.

Tstar quirks an eyebrow and shrugs. "Understood." To Nanoc, then to Merra. "simply confirming rumors. Nothing more insidious than that." At least not today. Some other day might be a different story.

Nanoc just lowers his head between his legs. No folks, he's not going to pass out again, rather, he's just hiding his overy flushed face. Awwwe, he's embarassed! But now, he just flips over onto his belly, flatening and stretching out on the sands and buries his head between his arms nonchalantly, mumbling a few cursory words while he's at it.

"What's that, healer? I couldn't quite hear you," Merra teases, pretending to strain to catch his words. She shrugs abruptly and lies back, ignoring the sand getting in her hair. "Those eggs have -got- to hatch soon. They've been hardening forever…" Random statement, plea, or wish? Take your pick.

Tstar shrugs and floats a short distance away in the water. "I certainly hopeso. I"m getting hopelessly rusty out here…" she confesses with a chuckle. Not mentioning the anticipation, and half worry half hope of not/having/ to go back to the hall. "It'll probably happen 2 and a half hours after midnight, or when we're /all/ scattered to the ends of the weyr on different chores.

Nanoc lifts his head slightly, glowering "Nothin'." is his simple response to that before head relowers back into his arms among the sand. Finding it seemingly difficult to breath, he flips back over, backside to sand and rests his hands behind his head. "Shant be too much longer… I'm guessin' within the next few sevendays."

Kaltia nods her head slowly, rotating her neck and shoulders carefully as she lies there. With a sigh, she nods at Tstar's guess. "Probably… or sometime else that's just as bad." Another sigh, and she rolls over on her side to gaze at the others. "If… if you don't Impress, what are y'all gonna do?" Just curious….

Merra shrugs, already knowing the answer to that. "I'm going back to the 'Reaches and getting on with my life. Maybe I'll even take Misra from the nannies and start raising her myself again." She highly doubts another dragon'll take it into their head to start sniffing at her.

Nanoc sits up slightly, resting his weight upon his lower arms "I ain't goin' no where regardless. If'n don't impress, I'm stayin' right here… I'll finish up m'project, get promoted, and live happily…" Well, in order for that, he needs a certain other person to follow in those same steps.

Tstar shrugs. "Back to my studdies, or switch over to the Guard, I don't know yet. Nigh on 9 turns as an apprentice seems to me as something of a hint." She chuckles softly. "Get a legitimate reason for being reguarded as frightening back home."

Kaltia sighs at everyone's confidence, even though she is somewhat the same. Staring with amazement at Tstar, she makes a face. "You're thinking of joining the guard?" That would be a true… change? "And Diane's been an Apprentice just as long, so why worry about it? But if that's what you are going to do…."

Merra's confidence really isn't anything to sigh about. Her main confidence lies in the belief that no hatchling would possibly choose her. She nods slightly towards Tstar. "My best friend at High Reaches was a guard, before she Impressed. It's a good area." Random statements work fine for her.

"Guard… yeah, you 'n your tough attitude'd go great there…" Nanoc chimes in. It's a compliment, really. Sighing, he sits up once again, dusting away the sand particles that linger behind on his bare back.

Tstar nods. "My father was a guard. Foster father was a guard until he hurt his leg… I know a little, so I wouldn't be too far behind. Star hall's just getting a little… cramped I guess." She pushes towards teh shore until she's resting on her belly in the sand, half in and half out of water. "It has little enough to do with the time itself, and more to do with the fact that I should be doing better but am not." Nanoc gets an odd glare as if not sure wheather she should be insulted or not.

Merra nods. She's been doing that a lot lately. "It's as good a reason as any. I never could decide on a craft, and now I'm really too old for one anyway. My parents were weavers, but it never really took with me, I guess." But she can sew, make no mind of that. "I'm content doing jobs around the Weyr, really."

Nanoc bah's, waving a hand towards Merra's mentioning "Ain't no needin' to be talkin' 'bout chores now. Trying to get 'way from 'em! Even if you're talkin' 'bout the 'reaches." New subject "So what've ya'll been up to lately 'sides that evil 'c' word?"

Kaltia giggles, shrugging a bit. Suddenly standing up, she pulls off her boots, rolling her pants up to the knees. Stepping partway into the water, she sighs at the slightly cool water. She really can't wait for this whole Candidacy-bit to be over. "Besides that? Who has time for anything else?"

Nanoc grins "There's plenty of time for /other/ things if you know how and where to run to!" He's a pro at that by now. "Believe me… if they really intended ya to stay in the Weyr 'n clean clean clean, they would've blocked the exits with dragons."

Merra arches an eyebrow, quite at home with the Istan heat. "Well, between eating, chores, and sleeping, I usually try to go up to the galleries and look at the eggs once a day." Or at least look at her favorite egg, the Entangled Mints one.

Tstar shrugs. "Not much. I don't relax, remember?" Math and scrubbing, scrubbing and math… with the occasional growl session at Rac and Rap.

Nanoc rolls his eyes "Ya'll don't know how to have a good time and have fun. Ye gotta loosen up some. Right now… all of ya. Think of somethin' we can all do… like a game or somethin'… one right here on the sands 'cause the water's too cool right now. This'll probably be ye only chance since ye don't know when else to escape!"

Kaltia makes a face at Nanoc, idly kicking some water in his general direction. She knows how to have fun! But between chores and starrie stuff, there isn't anytime. "Like what?" Emerald eyes settle on him as she crosses her arms.

Water's too cool? Drat, that cancels out skinny-dipping right there. Though, "It can't possibly be any cooler than the lake up at the 'Reaches. -That- is cold water." And she's fallen in it enough to know. "How about Truth or Dare?"

Nanoc raises a 'brow. Oh, such fond memories of that game *cough* "Shards… that's a girl's game!" And somehow, that excuse never seems to work anymore whenever he gets weaseled into playing with his other friends.

Kaltia giggles, nodding her head slowly, only a bit reserved about playing with others. "Sounds fine to me?" Splashing out of the water, she rolls down her pants before plopping down on the ground. "And you object, Nanoc?"

Tstar is in the water… skinydipping. "Last game worked reasonably well, so long as you don't expect me to come up with them. I'll go along. What's Truth or Dare?"

Nanoc rolls his eyes "Fine. Whatever." Playing truth or dare with a bunch of girls. Fun. Or deadly, you choose.

Merra grins. "We could skinny-dip and play Truth or Dare at the same time," she suggests with an innocent mien that doesn't completely across as… innocent.

Kaltia laughs again at this suggestion, trying to put an innocent smile on her face. But it really doesn't work too well. "That's always another option?"

Nanoc shakes his head "I ain't skinny dippin' with ya'll." he firmly states. As much as he would probably love that, uh no. "How 'bout we just stay on the sand?"

Tstar shrugs. "Just make up your minds, or I'm going to go swim, with or without the rest of you." Around her at least Nanoc would be safe. She's more interested in swimming than pranks.

Merra shrugs again. "Nanoc, I'm still in love with my former mate. No offense to you, but it's not like I'd go and take advantage of you," she inserts dryly. "I can go either way. It's up to Kal and Nanoc," she tells Tstar.

"Look, I'm just" chicken "cold, that's all. I'd rather stay up here on the sands… "And who said anythin' 'bout takin' advantage of?" Nanoc grins, shaking his head. He's not getting off the hook, is he?

Kaltia giggles, rolling her eyes. "Sure you are…" A teasing wink and she flips onto her stomach to gaze at the others. "It doesn't really matter to me. Just with the time we'll be spending on sands soon, don't we want a change now, while we can still have it?"

Nanoc ooh's as he thinks of a point "Ah! If'n all swimmin' in the water, then there ain't much you can do as far as dares go, y'know…"

Tstar glares. "Make up your minds." She growls impatiently. "If Nanoc doesn't want to get in the water let's play and have done with it and quit bickering about it."

"Then it seems that we're swimming." Merra shrugs, not at all adverse to the idea. She shoots a disgusted look at Nanoc. "You know, first you faint during part of a healer's basic duties, and now you're too chicken to swim or play a simple game. You are an odd one, healer…" She whips around to eye Tstar. "We were hardly bickering."

Nanoc shakes his head, grumbling "I ain't chicken to play no game…" There's no way you're gonna bust /this/ ego. "Fine." with that said, he removes the rest of his clothing and dives into the water, resurfacing not far away "Well? Are we all playin' or what?"

Kaltia curls up a little at the arguement, taking a deep breath at the resolvement. Standing up, she quickly squirms out of her clothing before jumping into the water. Surfacing, she shakes her head lightly to get her hair out of her face before glancing at the others.

Merra snickers and stands, easily shedding her clothing. A reasonably neat dive, and she appears near Nanoc. "Now. Is this really so bad?" As far as she's concerned, the water's lovely, and no one has any parts the woman hasn't seen before. She sweeps her hair back with her hands, waiting for the next move. Whatever that is.

Nanoc rolls his eyes "Whatever. Who's startin'? Whoever's idea it was in the first place to play that game?" he suggests, looking around at the others.

Kaltia giggles, glancing at Merra. "I vote she asks the first person… it /was/ her idea and all." And it gives her a chance to come up with some responses of her own, unless of course, she's the one Merra picks.

"Wherry healer," Merra mutters. It is entirely conceivable that, after months of close daily contact, the strain is starting to show for this candidate. She grins, finally. "I pick… Nanoc. Truth or dare?"

Tstar shrugs and pulls herself out of the water. "I think I've lost my appitiete for both swimming and game." Her tone is mildly disgusted as she moves back towards her close.

Merra thinks for a moment, and then studies him speculatively. "Okay, I think we all know the basic appy rules for most crafts. Now, healer dearest, how well have you followed the 'no relationships' rule?"

Nanoc smirks "There's a rule?" Oops. "Uh, let's just say—" he looks around for any potential rider spies before continuing "Let's just say that I ain't stayed an entire night in the barracks for quite some time now." And he just leaves it at that.

Merra coughs into her hand, either choking at or laughing at his reply. "Well, well. Wouldn't -that- be interesting if someone let that slip…?" She winks to show she's kidding. "Your turn, and I think it'd make sense to ask Kal…" She looks up at Tstar. "You sure you don't wanna play?"

Nanoc tosses his hands up in the air "Hey, I ain't gonna play if—there's that general rule that comes with the game… anything said is sworn to stay within this group and this group /only/. I already have T'rell close on m'hide.. one more slip and I'm a deadman, y'got that?" Sighing, he nods once "Alrighty… Kaltia… truth or dare?"

Kaltia curls up her face at the choice. "Um… Dare, I guess." Maybe she'll be safe, maybe she won't.

Sorcen arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Nanoc can seek revenge on them all for making him do this, so he rubs his chin in evil contemplation "Alright. I dare ya to…" Well, he hasn't thought of something evil yet "Shards, ain't much you can do in the water, y'know… ok ok.. I dare ya to—" and lookie lookie who just walked in the building! Or beach, whatever. "I dare you to kiss Sorcen… doesn't matter where though."

Kaltia stares at Nanoc in amazement. That was /totally/ random. "Kiss him? But… but that would require getting out of the water…" And no clothes….

Tstar shrugs at Merra. "I rather prefer to avoid games that tend to degenerate into backstabing."

Nanoc motions a hand towards Sorcen "Let's go! You're not gonna back down, are ye?"

Fyorick comes strolling along, having followed the general *yep to Merra* gossip in finding his fellow candidates. Towel draped across his shoulder and flimsy sandals flip flopping against his heels, he steals in upon their play.

Merra blinks, watching the rather… uptight starry. "Well, suit yourself. We'll fill you in later, if you're curious." She turns back, watching Kaltia.

What a time to walk onto a beach. Sorcen stops walking mid-step as he hears the dare, looking around from face to face, confusion the dominant expression. Unaware that he's walked onto the beach in the middle of a game, he stares at Nanoc after briefly scanning each other face. He does gather from Tstar that this is a game, and it doesn't take long to figure out which one. His left foot still hovering in the air, he goes back to looking from face to face, trying to figure out who made Nanoc made the dare to in the first place. "Uhhh…" And that's about the only comprehendable thing that comes out of his mouth.

Kaltia sighs slowly, rolling her eyes. Slipping quickly out of the water, she glances around before darting up to Sorcen, planting a soft peck on his cheek before diving back to the water, her face a flushed red. "Okay?"

Merra applauds her fellow candie. Inclining her head as both Sorcen and Fyorick put in appearances, she gestures to the water. "Come on in! We're playing Truth or Dare. And skinny-dipping." It's little minor details like that that make the world go around.

Nanoc nods his head in satisfaction as arms cross over one another "Aye… good. Now it's your turn." Glance is given towards the newly arrived candie, giving a general wave towards him and then to the water.

Tstar shrugs. "I won't be.

Tstar goes home.

Kaltia giggles, glancing around her. Well, she's not going to pick Nanoc… The arrival of the last candidate, and she giggles, focusing her gaze on Fyorick. "Truth or dare, Fy?" She doesn't care if he's playing or not.

The foot that was hovering in the air drops to the ground right after Kaltia returns to the water, the gitarist having not moved until she made it. Still slightly surprised at his 'welcome' to the basin, he blinks a few times, then shrugs. Stripping his shirt off, he leaves the pants on, conveniently 'not hearing' Merra's mention of skinny dipping. Pulling his boots off also, he tosses everything in a pile then runs across the sand. Splashes of water go everywhere as he reaches it, then when he's about waist deep he dives below the surface. A few weaverlengths later, he comes up shaking his head, then idly makes his way over to the rest of the Candies. "Truth or Dare, huh?"

Kaltia giggles, shaking her head. "Which one? Truth or dare?" Ducking underneath the water for a moment, she resurfaces to watch him intently, waiting for an answer.

Aaron arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Suddenly realizing that he's the one who's being truth-or-dared, Sorcen treads water as he looks around. "Uhh, truth?" Don't worry, he'll get braver later.

Aaron stumbles in, looking around, darting his head from one side to another, stooping reflexivly, then stops, a smile on his face, having found Kal, and company… "Hello!"

Kaltia makes a face at the choice. How come they always have to pick the hard ones? Ducking under the water, she surfaces once more, a evil grin forming on her face. "We all know you're an apprentice… but… are you a virgin?" No need to dance around the subject, not for Kal anyway. A glance over her should and she smiles brightly at the Starrie, going back to watching Sorcen interestedly.

Nanoc muffles his laughter with his hand, purposely falling into the water to recollect himself.

Aaron quickly doffs his outer clothes, down to his trunks, and hops into the water, giving Kal a hug. "Heya." He turns to the others. "I'm Aaron… Ya, c'mon, tell us."

Well, that isn't such a bad question. Sorcen grins slyly at Nanoc just to rub in the fact that the question doesn't bother him. "Aye." Simple enough. Looking around, he asks anyone who happens to be listening, "That means it's my turn now, huh?"

Egan arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Tstar arrives from the Weyr-paths, accompained by the crash and tumble of the waterfall.

Tstar re-enters the Waterfall basin area a faint scowl on her face. Now where did her knife go… I has to be here. she drifts towards the truth or dare group curiously, not yet speaking.

Kaltia giggles, treading water lightly. "Heya…" Giggling, she rolls her eyes at Sorc, trying very unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. Glancing hesitantly at Tstar, she blinks before deciding not to worry about it.

Merra waves Tstar's knife quite cheerfully. "Looking for something, Tstar? Oh, too bad, I guess you'll have to get in and play before you can have it back," she says quite sweetly, face an innocent mask.

Egan is here, simply, because everyone else is. And he's… trendy, see? "Hello!" the assistant nanny says, making a dive into the ground to roll over towards the.. people. "Hello. Again. I'm here." Doot.

Tstar scowls at Merra and hesitates before nodding once and muttering darkly to herself as she strips, and swims out to the group. "Alright what's happening?"

"Merra!" Despite the slightly reproachful tone to Sorcen's words, he can't help but grin. "Hey Egan, Tstar." Thinking for a minute about who to ask, he soon turns towards the one waving the knife about. Wiping an arm across his brow to keep water from flowing into his eyes, he nods towards his 'victim.' He'll be nice and not bring Tstar into this just yet. "Mer, truth or dare?"

Well, she's hardly a virgin, unless she's the Pernese Virgin Merra twice in succession, and she's a widow, so there isn't much he can ask that will bother her. Therefore, "Oh, I think dare will suit nicely, Sorc," she answers, grin rather cocky.

Great. Now Sorcen has to /think/ of a dare. An elongated "Ooookkkaaayyy" is vocalized as he ponders what to ask. "Uhhh…" So he's better at answering these than coming up with them. Desperate to come up with something, he has a bout of unoriginality and looks at the newly entered Egan. "Uhh, kiss Egan!" Sure, that works.

Tstar nods to Sorcen as she treads water, eyeing Mer and that knife almost preditorily. She wants it back. But she waits for the result of the Dare, watching Egan more than Mer.

Egan sways some to the… opposite-direction-of-Merra. "Ehh? No. She can't kiss me." Pause. "Because… I say so and I'm the oldest around here." Which makes sense. "So if you want to kiss someone… then…" Pause. "Kiss Sorcen." Sniff. "I have cooties. Anyhow." Thaat'll get rid of her, riight Egan.

Fyorick just got here, really he did. Towel draped over his shoulder, he flashes a bright, but unintelligent, grin at the others. "Skinny, huh?" He starts to shuck his clothes, beginning with the flip-flop sandals adorning his feet.

Never let it be said that Merra is a shy person. She's been influenced by the greenriders of High Reaches after all. Small woman swings out of the water, rivulets running down her bare form as she nearly tackles the nanny, kissing him soundly. Her grip is deceptively strong. Thou shalt -not- get away from me. Teasing his lips with her tongue, she pulls away and nonchalantly returns to the water. "Oh, cooties don't bother me, Egan. But I'll still kiss Sorc, if'n ye like…"

Aaron just kinda flots, his toes almost touching the bottom of the pool, content to sit next to Kal and watch life.

Nanoc chuckles at Fyorick "That's the spirit! Hop on in!" he calls out before turning his attention back to the interesting dare. Gee, deja vu, somewhat.

Tstar clears her throat. "Egan.. I think both Mer and I are older than you." Hey, if she gets stuck in this, she's not letting /him/ get away with any sympahty. Beware the starcrafter in a foul mood.

Fyorick hops out of his shorts, leaving them in a haphazard pile behind, and leaps into the water to join his fellow candidates, splash dousing those nearest. "Truth or Dare?" He grins, rubbing his hands together. "Haven't played that since my /last/ candidacy."

Hey! Sorcen already got kissed once in this game. And Egan can't turn it back on him. Least, he doesn't think so. He's never actually played Truth or Dare before… He starts to ask Nanoc if Egan can turn it on someone else when Merra gets up and kisses him. Oh, well, ok. He blinks blankly a few times as Merra goes on to say she'll kiss him too, then he shrugs. It's not that bad; he's had far worse things done to him.

Egan snorts. Or something. "Yet, you all were a bunch of crafters, and /I/ was the responsible— Mmf!" *thud* And when the kiss finally ends: *spit* "Ehhh. Why'd you /do/ that?" Thbbt. And he waves his hands around. "Shoo! Shoo! Get off of me. Go kiss Sorcen. He'll like it more than I do." Egan doesn't like kisses, because they're slobbery. "You silly, bad person. Dimglow. Brrr." Whether that's to Merra or Sorcen or anyone, the world shall never know.

Merra takes great pride in her kissing, and she glowers at Egan. "Fine. Maybe the harper will have a better opinion," she mock-pouts, and turns and kisses the Sorcen in question before he can say a word. Thorough? Of course. Pulling back, she grins, despite the faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Any other males wanna be kissed while I'm at it…?" Le sigh.

Fyorick refrains from raising his hand, pressing both beneath his elbows even as he grins like a madman, laughing to himself.

Nanoc does as much as well, that being refraining. He'll just uh, dive in over there…

Tstar qurks an eyebrow at Merra. "Who's turn is it?" she asks almost impatiently… She's got no clue how this game works. But she wants to get it over with… fast… she wants her knife back!

Merra smirks, then looks around. Remembering the knife, she grins. "Tstar, Tstar, Tstar. Truth or dare, my dear?"

Merra's not the only one blushing now… Sorcen's face also takes on a shade of pink a that's easily seen through his tanned skin. He'll just sink out of sight now… Releasing the air from his lungs to reduce his buoyancey, he sinks till his head is about a handspan underwater, remains for a few seconds, then resurfaces, all traces of pink out of his cheeks. He gets up just in time to hear Merra ask Tstar. Least it's not his turn anymore.

Tstar eyes Merra steadily. "Truth." Honesty has never been Tstar's problem. Tact, yes, honesty no… "Though I would like to know how this game works?"

Aaron goes home.

"You pick truth or dare. Truth, you answer whatever question the person asks you. Dare, you have to do what they say," Merra explains. A normal shade again, she thinks. "Okay, you've Impressed a female dragon. It's time for that dragon to rise. Whose dragon, of our candidate group, would you most want to catch yours?"

Egan bats his eyelashes. "Meeeeee." Psst. "Meeeee."

Nanoc just eyes Egan "What makes ya think ye ain't gonna get a green?" he laughs, giving the nannie-turned candie a pat on the back.

Tstar glares at Mer then eyes the candidates one at a time and considers shrugging slightly as she answers with a single word. "Racillon if I had to choose. Though I think it would be more up to the dragon than me." Her tone indicates an extreme distaste at having to choose at all.

Fyorick attempts to look manly, puffing up his pecs, which aren't too bad, considering his lackadaisical existence. He flexes his arms and keeps his nether parts well hidden beneath the water.

Merra laughs, though she certainly wouldn't choose Rac. "It works. Here you be…" she says, handing the older woman back her knife. "And on that note, I've been expecting some visitors, and Macha," she points to the little gold who flies in, "informs me they're here." This said, she climbs out, putting her clothes back on despite being dripping. "See you later." She grins again and adds, "Twas fun." She waves and heads towards the bowl.

Merra goes home.

Sorcen does his best to ignore Fyorick, an action as simple as turning away from him, then waves to Merra as she leaves. A nod is passed towards Tstar as he informs her of her next part in the game. "Now you hafta pick one of us and ask if we want a truth or a dare. I don't think Fy has gone yet." Nod is then sent to the Candie attempting to impress the very woman he's addressing.

Tstar takes her knife and weights it in her hand. "If I do can I go?" She asks of sorc. Obviously not liking the idea anymore now than earlier.

Nanoc looks back and forth between the others "Sure… whatever. Just go."

"Aye. Soon's the person you pick either tells the truth or does the dare, you can go." Actually, she can go whenever she wants to and they can't do much about it, but it would make everything easier if she takes her turn.

It takes Fyo a little while to realize that Tstar has already named a choice. His name mentioned, however, his posturing ends and he lets his arms fall back against the edge of the pool with a suave gesture. He nods at the ladies.

Tstar frowns slightly. "Very well." She scans the crowd and her eyes goe from Egan to Fyo and back again. "Egan… Truth or Dare?"

Egan ponders this, ponderishly. "Truthe. Or, I mean, dare. Or.. truth. I mean, dare." Nod. "Dare me, dear." Snicker, or something, and he goes to brush the invisible lint off of him. Hrmph.

Tstar continues to weight the knife in her hand and offers it to him. "Beach please… there's a target near the watter fall… See if you can hit it." Very simple? VEry simple… so maybe she's not quite caught on yet.

Egan blinks. "Umm. Okay." Nod. He can do that. And he snatches up the knife, lining it up with his target near the waterfall, and… *throw* *scream* "Oops. My bad." Shrug. "I think it's.. over there." Near the person on the ground. Yah.

Having seen where the knife fell (thankfully not in a person), Sorcen swims over in that direction and retrieves it. Holding it in his teeth, he swims back and clambers onto the beach. Once on dry land, he spins the knife on a finger and grabs it by the flat of the blade to hand over to Tstar hilt-first. "Y'know, Egan, you'd throw a lot more accurately if you, uhh, keep your arm straight." That does help. "If you want, I can show you sometime. I spent five Turns getting most of my meals by hunting wherries and tunnelsnakes, so…" With that offer, he dashes back into the water, successfully splashing everyone in it.

Tstar glares at Egan as she goes to collect her knife, avoiding the main volly of Sorc's splash as she mutters something about remembering not to give knives to people before finding out if they could throw first.

Fyorick doesn't even flinch as the bulk of the splash gets him right in the face. Blowing at the streams coursing down his cheeks, he brushes water from his eyes with one hand, leaving the other in recline.

Egan sighs. "Well! Looks like its my turn." And so it might be. Egan gives a little glance to where the knife was, and then rolls over to elsewhere. "And since Sorcen seems to think that he's all that and a bag of tubers: truth or dare, Sorcen?" Harrumph.

All that and a bag of tubers? He was just trying to help, really. In any case, he does get braver now than he was before. "Dare." Treading water at a depth just slightly over his head, he waits expectantly for his dare. This oughta be good…

Nanoc swims over to Egan, smirking slightly as he gives the fellow candie some advice on what to give "Pssst…" he mutters a few words before floating back to his original positon.

Egan ponders. "Okay. Well, Lord of All That and a Bag of Tubers, I dare you to…" Ponder, ponder. "/Actually/ skinny-dip. You know? And stuff." Nod. "And its a dare. So you have to." Khehehehe.

Horrors! Not really. After all, everyone else is doing the same thing, so Sorcen can too. Conveniently at a depth above his head, he pulls his knees up to a couple handspans below the surface. One hand helps keep his balance while the other drops below the water. After a few minutes of squirming movement, his pants are balled up and hurled towards the shore. They don't quite reach it, instead splashing in the shallows. Oh well. As if to prove himself, Sorcen spread-eagles. Too bad the majority of him is underwater. And since no one's picked him yet… "Fy… truth or dare?"

Tstar settles on the beach to watch, half out of the way toying with the knife almost absent mindedly as her eyes go from one candidate to the other a slight smirk on her vace. She's out of this… or so she hopes.

Egan laughs insanely, rolling over on the ground and stuff, stopping right before the water. "You people are funny." Snort.

Fyorick remains unknowing of his being picked for a long while. After all, who calls him Fy? He's Fyo the Magnificent—everyman's candidate, or something utterly ridiculous like that. However, when the realization hits him, he grins. "Me? Dare," he says with the very intimation of the word in his voice.

Kaltia falls asleep.

Shells and shards. Sorc's not very good at thinking up dares. Glance goes over towards Nanoc, who seemed to have been dealing out ideas in abundance before. "Uhhhh.." His gaze happens to fall on the branch that extends over the water, and he nods to it, adding a point to indicate it to the other Candi. "Do a flip off that branch." That oughta satisfy the man who seems to think he's 'all that and /two/ bags of tubers.'

Tstar grimaces and stands, collecting her clothes and quietly slipping off.

Tstar falls asleep.

Fyorick snorts, thumbing his nose. "No problem." He climbs the tree, with a bit of an 'oof' here and a 'yikes!' there, eventually making it to the indicated limb. "Look out below!" he calls out before leaping into the air and doing a close approximation of a flip before belly flopping into the water below.

Nanoc is knocked off balance by the enormous wave from the flop, causing him to slip and fall backwards into the water. Resurfacing, he sputters, rubbing his eyes and snorting the water out of his nose "Shardit!"

Egan, luckily, crawls back away from the water. "Eee. Evil water." Hiss.

Sorcen quickly retreats from any area that would be considered close to below the branch, then turns to watch the 'flip.' As Fyo falls, he tries to hide a smirk but can't help it. It was close enough to a flip. Once the water calms a bit, he looks towards the beach. "Hey, I just noticed, all the girls left." Eyes are cast towards the beach instinctively in search of the harper blue of his tunic. He doesn't make much of not seeing it, assuming he left it and his boots further down the beach. "Hey, Egan! Can I put my pants back on now?" Everyone else had short-term dares…

Nanoc nods "I say let's call it quits.. the girls are the ones who started it all… and frankly, I'm gettin' a bit cold here… say, didn't I leave—" he looks towards the beach, under the tree where he had left, or /thought/ he left his clothing "Huh… that's odd."

Fyorick surfaces sputtering and choking on a mouthful of water. His face as red as the entire front of him, he smiles in pain at the others. "What's the problem?" he asks, wading towards the water's edge.

Egan ponders this of Sorcen. "I guess. If you want." Too bad it wasn't slow and painful. "Mmm. Wassamatter? Loose your clothes?" Khehehehe. "I have all of /mine/ on." Because he's all that and three bags of tubers. "Nyahaha."

Nanoc gives a general motion towards the beach before narrowing to a pointing in the direction of where his clothes were "Um… clothes are missin'… I /know/ I put 'em there… Say, Egan, y'didn't move 'em on me, did you?"

Sorcen, who had started idly swimming towards the shore, increases his pace slightly as he hears Nanoc's confusion. His eyes scan the shallows, looking for the pants that he /knows/ were there not too long ago. Not putting too much significance in it, he starts heading down along the shore, scanning both surface, bottom, and midway between. "Ok, Egan, it was one thing to ask me to take 'em off, but hiding them? That's just /mean/." Of course, the man with his clothes on would not be accused thus if he wasn't so all-that-and-three-bags-of-tubers about having his clothes. But the pants are definately not there.

Fyorick lets his own gaze stray to where he left his clothes. The only thing in evidence, however, would be his flip-flop sandals. He gulps nervously, looking to the other candidates of the male sort. "Um. Fellows? I think something foul is afoot."

"See? You shouldn't have tooken your clothes off like little dimglows." He snickers at that, hopping onto his feet and shuffling around the beach. "But /I/ didn't take them." Pout. "And I'm /not/ mean."

"You're the one who dared me in the first place. I was quite content to leave them on," Sorcen replies defensively to the title of "dimglow." He does, however, believe Egan when he says he didn't take them. The harper-turned-Candi starts making a mental list of possible culprits, though it could've been any weyrbrat. "Yeah, c'mon Egan. You must've seen something. It's not just my pants; my shirt and boots are gone, too." No, they're not just 'further down the beach' as he'd hoped; he can see most of the sands from where he is, and he knows where he left them.

Egan shrugs. "Not my problem." Cue sigh. "I've got niiice warm clothes on," he taunts, skipping over to a rock, tipping over the edge for fun. "But you've got /noooothing/." And he's enjoying their pain. Muahaha. "But I didn't see who took 'em. Nuhp."

Fyorick scrambles out of the water and hastily approaches where his clothes had /been/ but no longer /are/. He picks up the flip-flop sandals and brandishes them proudly. Look! /I/ still have my shoes.."

Nanoc laughs, shaking his head "Ain't gonna do no good… yer still butt nekkid, y'know… shards, what're we gonna go? We can't go walkin' back to the barracks with nothin' on, can we?"

Egan says, "Nooope."

Fyorick shrugs and drops the flip-flops to the ground, slipping his feet into them. They might not make an effective barrier, but they certainly are great protection for one's feet. "Well, we can wait until later tonight and be freezing when we get back, or we can just walk back."

Sorcen doesn't mind going barefoot; it's the principle of the thing. Wry glance is turned towards Nanoc. "I don't think we have much of a choice." Egan is ignored. "It would get the rumors going, anyway. Three Candidates racing through the Living Caverns with no clothes on." Backing off a bit into deeper water, he looks pleadingly at Egan. "Unless Egan would be kind enough to fetch us something to get us through the crowds?" Please?

Z'diah steps away for a moment to scrawl out a message to someone.

Egan cackles evilly. Because he's that way. "Dimglows! Forgetting your clothes. You're worse than the brats." Laughlaughlaugh. *tip* *fall* *splash* "Eee. Shards! My nice, warm, fuzzy clothes…" Evil. "Curse you all! I'm leaving and never coming back." Which he should do.

Nanoc rolls a shoulder "Aye.. y'right. He's just a wherrybrain." he chin-nods towards Egan as he emerges into the cooler air, sending goosebumps throughout his body "Shards… let's get back and hope, just /hope/ that no one notices us?"

Sorcen nods towards Nanoc, following his lead. "Shall we run, or just hope nobody sees us?" Once he gets onto the beach, he pushes the water off his upper body with his hands, the friction also serving to keep him warm as a slight breeze makes the water seem suddenly a lot colder.

Fyorick waves for the others to follow, turning his glow-in-the-dark rear towards them before padding off towards the living caverns—apparently unconcerned about anyone spying his equipment.

Nanoc follows close behind, nodding at Sorcen "Both… let's go.."

Leaving behind the waterfall's assorted pools and smooth rocks, you head back towards the Weyr.

Path to Waterfall's Basin
Carefully tended, this winding path cuts back and forth from Caldera to the base of Waterfall. It is close, but quite a climb, and cooly refreshing as the cascading water fills the air with a fine mist. Stones and shells line the trail, a stone bench here and there offering respite and escape from the climb, as well as an exquisite view: Istan beaches lie ahead, beyond the fresh-water pools and across the plateau to the sea. Cerulean ocean tosses waves of blue up against the gleaming sands, the shallows alive with life and color.
It is a spring evening.
Obvious exits:
Waterfall's Basin Bowl
Sorcen comes up from the beach below.

The trail is long enough to tire one out and you finally slip back into the Bowl proper.

Northeastern Bowl
The northeastern arc of the Weyr Bowl seems somewhat isolated from the rest of the weyr - with necessity, for this is the training grounds for young riders and dragons, the Weyrlings. The main entrance to the weyrling barracks is just north of here, and the ground there is well-trampled and firm, as if many feet, both human and dragon, have wandered over it dozens of times a day. Further up in the northwest corner of the bowl is the waterfall, tumbling out of the Weyr face several dragonlengths above, misting the area in a rainbow glow. On the south side of the bowl lie the ashpits and firestone supplies for the entire Weyr.
It is a spring evening.
You see Flamer Charging Unit here.
Obvious exits:
Barracks Pool Path Central Bowl
Sorcen strides confidently down the hill from the bowl.
You go to the Central Bowl.
Central Bowl
You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking.
It is a spring evening.
Gliding about are Pumbaa, Hephaestus, and Shinigami.
Bronze Umeth and brown Ganth are here.
You see Roj's Wagon of Schtuff, Rose-brushed Sunrise Spiderclaw, Quasar, Atlas, and Tiger Lily here.
Obvious exits:
Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl
Sorcen strides confidently in from the Northeastern Bowl.

You go to the Southeastern Bowl.
Southeastern Bowl
This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.
It is a spring evening.
Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Restless, Archer, Etera, and Rhiannon.
Blue Cherenth, bronze Nhamarath, blue Kyanth, blue Wraeth, bronze Maraith, brown Morath, and green Berwynth are here.
You see Dark Dreamer here.
Sya is here.
Obvious exits:
Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns
Sorcen strides confidently in from the Central Bowl.

You go into the living cavern.
Living Cavern
The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.
Perched near the food are thirty-one firelizards.
You see Moufles, Sketch, Snow, Calandra, Nappa, What's for Dinner, Ale Cabinet, full-blown yellow rose, Mending Basket, and a crawler in the corner here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns Kitchens Bowl Southern Caverns
Sorcen strides confidently in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Nanoc sneaks as stealthily as he can into the caverns, glancing about cautiously before fully emerging, breathing a sigh of relief "Ain't no one here… I don't think… 'cept those brats over there in the corner… but I don't think they've noticed us.." he whispers back over his shoulder "Just gotta make a quick run to the barracks—"

Fyorick doesn't bother with sneaking. He just strolls right on into the living caverns. Nothing for him to be ashamed of—at least, that's what he /thinks/. He grins at the others. "You'll make more noise if you run," he announces without bothering to lower his voice.

Sorcen enters the Caverns as discreetly as possible, keeping his back to the wall and edging in around the doorframe. Mercifully, the Caverns aren't packed with many people. None, in fact, except the brats. He follows Nanoc while going as quietly as possible. A gasp from a woman in the distance, however, tells them that someone just walked in. Sorc's pace quickens until he's at a full-out run, ducking with relief into the usually empty southern caverns.

Sorcen strides confidently to the Southern Caverns.

You go to the South Caverns.
South Caverns
Caverns continue to twist and tangle into a labyrinth of ancient tunnels: from high, soaring, vaulted roofs to nothing more than crawl-space at times the weyr extends deep into the mountain. Most of the walls are the smooth and glossy obsidian of ancient volcanoes, dark but for the fickle light of green-tinted glows. The floor is likewise worn by feet and time to run smooth and unbroken off to the main caverns to the north, or into the dorms and barracks in the opposite direction.
Peeking at you from a ledge up high are Fussy, Phanto, Euterpe, Azrael, Br'nee, and Furby.
You see Hikari here.
Tierza and Sorcen are here.
Obvious exits:
Crafters' Area Living Caverns Corridor Candidate Barracks Dorms
Maverick> Nanoc walks nonchalantly to the Southern Caverns.

Nanoc attempts a positive view on the fact that /these/ caverns aren't empty. Nonchalantly, he makes his way past the others, offering a simple not of a greeting. He wasn't 'noticed', was he? And now he bolts to the haven of the barracks, most likely occupied by several of the other candidates. Oh the joys.

An unexpected person is in the Southern Caverns, much to Sorcen's chagrin as the clothless trio make their way out of the Living Caverns. Yes, that's a blush, and a deep red one at that, that's seen on Sorcen's face. Maybe Tierza won't notice them… although, with the slapping his bare feet made on the stones, there's not much of a chance at that. In any case, he decides it's best to get some clothes first and explain later.

Sorcen strides confidently to the Candidate Barracks.

You go to the Candidate's Barracks.
Candidate's Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room — all black volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed — yes, puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet, leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.
Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are seven firelizards.
You see Saille's Cot, Sorcen's Cot, Tierza's Cot, Tstar's Cot, Beyla's Cot, Libby's Cot, Merra's Cot, Khaelyn's Cot, Kaltia's Cot, Nevarre's Cot, Nanoc's Cot, Filli's Cot, Marianne's Cot, Naomi's Cot, Jozelle's Cot, Egan's Cot, Izzady's Cot, Hannah's Cot, and Lorrie's Cot here.
You notice Lorsalia, Marianne, Libby, Naomi, Filli, Jozelle, Hannah, Beyla, and Khaelyn asleep here.
Sorcen is here.
Obvious exits:

Fyorick comes running into the barracks after the other two, red from head to foot, if that's possible. With a stubborn lift of his chin, however, he attempts to hide his weakness.

Home sweet Home! They made it! With a hop and a skip, Nanoc dashes to his cot, only stumping his foot a couple times on the way. Chest at the end of his cot is frantically thrown open in search of something to wear "Shardit! All I got in here's that hideous green outfit! All m'others are bein' washed!" he whines, waving the apparel in the air. Well, it's better than nothing, right? "I swear… when I find out who did that…"

Soon as he gets into the barracks, Sorcen makes a dash for his cot and the bag underneath it. As soon as he has hold of the carrysack, he worms his way under his blankets with an impressive speed. Searching through the bag, he finds a pair of black pants usually saved for the messiest of messy chores. Whatever works when you're desperate. A sleevless brown tunic with a large hole in the chest is the next article of clothing pulled out. Not that it matters, he's going to stay in his cot anyway. Don't wanna face those people that saw them. "Aye, we'll find out who did it and then…" Well, Sorcen doesn't know what they'll do then. But they'll find out. Yeah.

"We'll give 'em a taste of their own medicine!" Nanoc adds, well, no, they probaby won't, but it's the thought that counts, right? Sighing, he resigns himself to his own cot, yanking the tunic back off and laying back.

Sorcen falls asleep.

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