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[I wasn't logging at this point. Basically, evil is brewing...]
Two pairs of pink boxers
Two pairs of boxers hang on the string, a little away from the other
articles of clothing. One pair is dyed a bright
pink, and someone has even been busy painting a couple of light dragons
with what seems like long, blonde hair on them.
The other pair is dyed a bright pink as well, but instead of dragons,
they have a couple of white cords attached to them,
plus someone has sewn the openings together.
"Of course... gotta keep 'em coming so you can scare them to death."
Lylia knows her ways. But her attention now turns a
little, and her grin turns to an evil smirks. "Didja see what some
of my co-conspirators did this morning?" She jabs a
finger towards the interesting pair of underthings adorning the caverns.
"Nearly died laughing when they told me and I
came down..."
Black eyebrows arch questioningly. "Co-conspirers?" Matching hair sways
as Sorana swivels her head to peer at the pinkish
stuff. Smothering a giggle, she grins and replies, "Ummm...that's very...interesting?"
"And do you know who they belong to?" The smile deepens. Candidates
are all co-conspirators, after all, it is prank
season! Lylia's gaze once again goes to the pink, design covered flags
of victory. "I gotta thank Auri for her
confusion..."
From Lylia's shoulder, Quenn chirrs sleepily, one lidded eye opening
slightly to peer at his humanpet's friend. Human?
Hmm... sleep better.
Said grin broadens, and she shakes her head. "You two...and no, I don't
know whose they are..." She widens her eyes,
looking innocently at Lylia. "Don't 'spose you wanna tell me?"
That was Sorana, by the wayyyy...
Hadley walks in from the Central Bowl.
Hadley steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.
Lylia grins, sneaking in to whisper to her friend. "I just wish I was
in on this prank... oh well." Winking, she points
to the garment with the lovely blonde dragons. "That's D'renn's. Auri
got a little confused about something the other
day, why the design is like that." Ohhh, confused indeed. "The other...
hmm." Now Lylia does pause. "Who's are those?
T'sin's maybe?" Learning things too early in the morning is bad. "But
don't tell, I dunno if I'm supposed to... Though it
is easy enough to figure out. Hmm, are those T'sin's?" She seems to
think so, but who trusts memory? D'renn's easier to
remember.
Sorana casts a blank look at Lylia. "D'renn? T'sin?" She bites her lip. "I've never met them...who are they?"
Liseria arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
"You haven't met D'renn?" Lylia's response comes out as a squeak. Maybe
she's gotten too used to teasing some... "He's a
bluerider, and the Weyrlingmaster. He's interesting." Her grin widens,
turning a little evil. "And T'sin's a bronze
rider, but I don't know him, just seen him sometimes..." Trailing off,
she shrugs and returns to stroking her new pet.
Sorana shrugs a bit /too/ nonchalantly. "Nope, never heard of them.
I'll keep that in mind, though." She peers with
interest at the little bronze. "So, how'd you get him?"
"What about D'renn?" A blond head peers down at a little bit of 'lizard
lump, peeking up to reveal Lis' face when she
hears the mention of that bluerider again. With a turn of a heel, she's
in a klah-pot-ly direction, still offering bits
of meat to a tawny little brown.
Draxus walks in from the Central Bowl.
Draxus enters and smiles to everyone "Hello."
Lylia glances back up, this time grumbling. "Sleeping on the floor."
Realizing no one was up when she was stomping
around, she clarifies. "Silly gold of Tiri's decided that after I rolled
off my cot, it would be a perfect place to keep
her eggs warm." Now she's real cranky. "I was still irked this afternoon,
since the stupid thing wouldn't leave. But I
snatched an egg for revenge, and it hatched on me." Slight tender smile
peeking through the irritated expression, Lylia
once again looks at the blaring pink, pointing. "Should got the queen
to nest in those."
D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.
"D'renn? Nothing. Just discussing his undergarments." Lylia's so sweet
and innocent. "Where'd ya get that?" Her pointing
switches to the little brown on Lis's arm, her own bronze peering sleepily
at it.
Did someone mention his name? And his underwear? By some means of summoning, D'renn has appeared in the living cavern, a reasonably relaxed expression on his face even as he glances past those two pairs of pink boxers. He's hardly going to recognise them as his own, after all...
Liseria furrows her brows at Lylia. It just keeps getting better...
Turning towards the boxers, the girl smirks at the
now-pink abdominations. "I see... Oh, Kythe? Tiri's gold was swooping
about the Living Cavern, and I got one dropped near
me." Lis peers past her fellow Candidate, spotting the man of the candlemark:
D'renn. Fingers are waved blue-rider wards
before the girl's cheeped at plaintivly by Kyther.
"Hello!" Suddenly masked by innocence, the halo nearly visible, Lylia
turns to the rider and smiles. Nope, she didn't say
nothin'. Peering back at Liseria, she chuckles. "Least you didn't have
to fight for it. Good thing Impressing little
Quenn made her annoyed enough to leave."
Sorana grins at Lylia. "I see. I was /wondering/ why you looked tired."
She nods to D'renn, naiively, then peers at Lylia
as her friend aquires a 'halo'.
"Lylia? /Why/ were you mentioning my underwear?" D'renn has to ask -
and peers in vain around the cavern, trying to spot
his blue boxers.
"But you didn't have to listen to a ranting Tiri," Lis puts in dryly.
"But fighting off a gold doesn't sound like a bowl
of tunnelsnake stew either." As she pours herself a mug of nice 'Reaches
klah, Lis starts to go off on a tangent of vague
metaphors. D'renn's question gets a head-lifting from Liseria. Once
she's put the pot down, of course.
Gekoki arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
She's sweet as a sweetstick, this candidate would neeevvveeer do anything
bad! Lylia nods with sudden enthusiasm to
Sorana, still wincing at the bruises from sleeping on stone. "Underwear?
/Me/, mentioning your underwear?" Nope, Ly's
resisting making the comment. "Oh... just wondering if Auri was right
about you and dragons." Her eyes pointedly shift
towards the pink boxers, the radiant decorations of the caverns.
OOC: Sorana hrms and has to go soon...
D'renn's eyes follow Lylia's gaze, scanning across those dragon-painted
boxers. "They're not /mine/, are they?" The tone
of his voice rather suggests that they better not be... and blue eyes
flash a stern gaze around the caverns, lighting
even on non-Candidates.
Draxus looks around innocentley "I just got here!" starts to back outta
the room. "Well i am gonna go take a look around"
He flashes a slight smile.
Draxus walks out.
Sorana blinks several times, peers closer at D'renn's knot, and gives
a little yelp, scooting back a bit. She bites her
lip, tiptoeing a bit to the side. It wasn't me, I swear!
A muffled, choking explosion of laughter suddenly bursts from Liseria's
side of the cavern, the Candidate trying to hide
in the darker recesses of the Living Caverns' tables. She brings her
mug up in front of her smile, shrinking as minutely
as possible into her chair.
"What was Tiri rantin' about?" Lylia raises an eyebrow, little puzzled.
"Though I'd rather have her than that gold of
hers! She's scary!" Unvoluntarily shivering at the thought of the cranky
gold, her attention is driven back to D'renn.
"Are what yours?" Batting her lashes, she points to the ones with the
white. "I was told to come down to see these
recently, and I heard those are T'sin's..." She's avoiding the dragon-covered
pair, and a glare is shot towards Lis. Shh!
Lylia must protect her friends...
Gekoki is a Candidate, and so wilts under D'renn's look even as she
comes in. Recovering from it, she flashes a glance at
the boxers, admiring the results of what she had heard talked about
but not observed for herself. "Er..." is all she can
really say, edging away from the blonde-dragon-painted-pink-boxers.
"They /are/ mine, aren't they." This isn't a question, it's a statement
of fact... and from the way D'renn is looking at
just those with Candidate knots, he's got a fair idea of who to blame.
Sorana gives an inadvertant sigh of relief. Lookit her, she's not white
decorated. That means that she can't be to boame,
right? Sorana walks slowly to a table, then takes a cup of klah. Mmm-mm
good...
"Er..." Shoving back a squeak, Lylia tries to make her way closer to
the door while keeping the irritated bluerider from
noticing. Now she casts a smirk towards Lis--watch out. "If you mean
the blonde dragon ones..." Poor little Lylia
hesistates. "I /heard/ they /may/ be..." She's not admitting to nothin'
directly.
Draxus walks in from the Central Bowl.
Draxus enters slowly hoping not to be noticed as he goes and sits in
front of the fire and gets some klah.
Nadesda comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.
Liseria shuts up really good now, after that tactless snort that escaped
from her earlier. Mug is sipped with the least
of slurps, one hand over Kythe's muzzle as the girl slinks still lower
into the armchair - by now her chin's fairly below
her tucked-up knees.
Draxus sips hisklah and looks around. He wonders if D'renn has calmed
down with a chuckle he turns his attention to the
fire.
Gekoki tries to keep the small crowd of the living caverns between her
and D'renn, shifting back and forthto keep a
particularly tall and wide person in front of her. She didn't have
anything to do with it, nuh uh, but she doesn't expect
D'renn to check before sending all the Candies in sight to do extra
chores...
From Lylia's shoulder, Quenn cheeps nervously, his humanpet's movement knocking him out of sleep. Neep?
D'renn looms in Liseria's direction, as well as he can with his lack
of height. "Liseria? You seem to know something?"
Voice remains ominously calm.
Sorana hides a giggle with a cough-snort, then is quiet, sipping her klah innocently.
Now the candidate's /really/ shrinking back, even if she's not the one
on trial. Lylia's eyes dart towards the door, then
back at Liseria. Can't desert her new friend now. Skin so pale she
matches the snow outside, Lylia digs her nails into
her crossed arms. Oh dear... It's still funny, but this isn't good...
Height isn't too much of an issue, not with Liseria curled up into a
little Ball of Candi in her chair. "Well, I heard -
But I didn't think they'd really..." A stuttering breath is taken.
"I didn't paint nothing!" Grammatical errors and all,
the high-pitched denial is uttered proudly, the girl suddenly straightening
up in her chair.
A billow of comforting warmth follows the smiling head chef as she makes
her way through the doorframe with a kettle and
tray in hand. Nodding amiably towards people that catch her attention,
Nade makes her way towards the food table, her
apron strings trailing behind her. Setting the hot klah down upon a
hot mat, she looks towards D'renn questioningly
before relieving herself from the tray of steaming biscuts.
D'renn steps back from the previously-cowed Liseria, stepping over to
take a hot biscuit. Tap-tap goes his left boot as
he stands, munching, and looking back and forth around the Candidates.
"So, is /anyone/ going to admit it?"
Sorana snorts from behind the shelter of her cup-o-klah. My, this is
funny. To her, at least. The green-eyed hair cutter
grins discretely at Lylia.
"Not if we aren't sure which of us did it," Lylia pipes up with some
semblence of dignity returning. It was hiding in her
sock. "I heard some mumblings about another clothing thing last night,
but was too busy being tired to notice. This
morning I just heard it from someone and came down. There's a lot of
candidates." Even if she has any idea, the slightly
scared candidate doesn't allow a hint. Even when she starts glaring
at Sorana and her mug of klah. Lylia carefully keeps
a neutral face for her nex remark. "Pink is a nice color." Ly likes
pink. Doesn't everyone?
Gekoki peeks out from behind her big person, and sends a glare out towards
Sorana, though whether it reaches her is
unsure. A fellow person being picked on for absolutely no good
reason -of course, it might actually have been Lis, but
that's not the point!- is no reason to get picked on.
D'renn stares up at his painted boxers again, foot still tapping. "They
are really mine, aren't they?" he asks in a
final, futile attempt at denial.
Ooops. Sorana recieves the glare, grimaces, and uses another gulp of
klah to shove down that grin. Bad, mouth, bad. She
glances around innocently, then returns her emerald gaze to the scene
in front.
Liseria's form relaxes with the slightest of sighs once D'renn backs
up. Eyeballs tense as glaring gaze peers 'round at
the other Candidate faces: first Lylia, then Gekoki and anyone she
can find wearing the infamous white knot. Finding no
solace in simply staring at the suspects, D'reen gets a meek nod from
Liseria. "Mm-hmm."
"They're, umm, hot." Pause. "Dun't burn yerself." Nade is almost sure
that D'renn wouldn't appreciate loosing his
attentive audience of Candidates due to him burning his mouth. Peering
around the bluerider's shoulder towards the
Candie's, she raises another questioning eyebrow -- that is, right
before she notices the painted pair of gutchies upon
the floor. Hands immidiately fly towards her mouth to prevent a gale
of laughter from bubbling out of her system.
Harme shimmers his honeyed frame ::between::!
"Um... I think so." Lylia tries a tentative smile. "They're certainly
interesting. Noticeable." Why, they're the best
boxers in all of Pern! And you're glaring? It was a gift! Yep, Lylia's
trying to keep her thoughts poisitive...
D'renn finishes his biscuit with just a sideways look for Nadesda. Thanks
for the authority support, there. "So.... if no
one person did the deed, I think that you'll all have to pay the price."
This sounds ominous.
Dum-dum-DUM!
Sorana resists the urge to giggle...again. No, Sorana, not funny. Kinda. Another giggle smothered with a gulp of klah.
This is what Lylia dreaded. "But there's lots of candidates that it
could have been! We just don't know who 'cause we
were sleepin' and doin' our normal chores and stuff..." Shivering and
wrapping her pale arms around her, Lylia nervously
looks at the suddenly frightening and imposing bluerider. Oh, Sorana's
gonna get it later...
Draxus looks at d'renn then at his boxers a chuckle escapes him but
he quickly covers hi mouth and offers d'renn a cup of
klah or a bubbly pie?
Gekoki schools her expression carefully to something that's not a scowl
or a pout. That certainly wouldn't help in these
circumstances... "Are you sure? I mean, I know a lot of us were, er,
fetching and carrying all day." Well, she was; it
only take a little embellishment to make it a few more...
Oblivious to her impending doom, Sorana cheerfully finishes her klah,
washes the cup, and sits back down to her
unparalleled view of this...haranging.
Liseria's eyes bug and her mouth opens with a softly indignant squeak,
snapping her jaw shut hopefully before D'renn
noticed too much. Brows raise near into her bronzen hairline as she
watches Lylia dig herself into a hole... taking the
rest of them with her, no doubt.
It's dark where Lylia is. A little pit of ruin. And she know's she's
there.... "Sorana, you're grinning too much." She
can't help it, the girl's beginning to bug her.
"Hmmm?" Sorana looks with oh-so-wide eyes to Lylia. "Grinning too much? Whyever would you think that?" *blinkblinkblink*
Nadesda recieves the side-ways glare and suddenly sobers up in enough
time to gently shake her finger towards the
assembled in a reprimanding manner. Shrugging, she scoops up a mug
and pours a generous amount of sweetener into it
before filling the remainder with klah. Bliss.
Sorana decides to leave right then. She doesn't worry about Lylia getting
at her..it's the...irate...bluerider that she's
worried. This gal's seen the sides be turned...smooches and hugs to
all, she's beating a fast track outa here.
Frightening and imposing? D'renn? This is possibly a first... though
he's scared more than a few weyrlings into behaving
themselves, in his time. "Alright.... so.... unless someone admits
to me by tomorrow who it was, the whole lot of you
will find yourselves with a very unpleasant job to do." It's a promise,
not a threat, and the dark tones of his voice
indicate just that. Turning his back on everyone, he steals another
biscuit... and gives Nadesda a wink.
Sorana *snugs all. Thanks for the RP?
Sorana *foofs. !, not ?
Oren moves heavily in from ::between::, silver claws gleaming!
Muttermutter. Under her breath, Liseria rattles off a string of grumblings:
Unfair... Shards'nshells... Candidates.
D'renn is peered at innocently throught her brows, however; the girl's
gotten fairly good at turning herself into a
reverent lump of Candidate.
"Okay...." Lylia's mind races. Who could it be? That candidate from
Tillek who snores? That girl she hasn't spoken to
yet? One of her friends? "Eep..." Squeaking, the young woman shivers,
wondering if she'll be caught with extra chores.
Not fun, no no no. Noticing the little bronze nearly slipping off her
arm, any worries fly out the window. "Best let this
little guy rest in my cot.... I'll see you all later." With a grin
for her fellow white knot-wearers, and a shy smile at D'renn, she casts
one last look at the hanging boxers and their lovely designs and heads
back to the barracks. No one can hear her laugh there, anyway.
**End Log**