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Josy - Friday, January 21, 2000, 11:20 PM
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The following is a roleplay-log from SouCon MUSH (soucon.godlike.com 4201). The world of Pern is copyright to Anne McCaffrey.
F'loran walks over from Kinoa and 's Weyr.
Kinoa walks over from Kinoa and 's Weyr.
Kinoa tries to sneak out behind F'loran without anyone seeing her.
F'loran strolls on out of Kinoa's weyr, hands shoved idly in his pockets. The look on his face when he sees Joslyn waiting there speaks of two things. A) a lack of surprise at her being there. B) Abject terror. "Uhm..." he comments softly. "Hello, Joslyn." Please be gentle?
Joslyn couldn't POSSIBLY be waiting here, sitting 'neath a pleasant tree to prop her back up with her legs stretched out before her. There's really no telling how long she's been there like that, but it looks like it might have been a while, 'cause she's a little dirty and there's circles 'neath her eyes and maybe even a wineskin to keep her CROSSBOW company. "H'lo, F'loran." Run now, while you still can.
Kinoa, stupid, peeks around F'loran. "Hiya, Josy," she says, looking satisfied if not well-rested.
"Ehh," F'loran stammers out oh-so-brilliantly. "You look a little tired. Are you ok?" Remember.. F'loran's not the smartest man on Pern. He's not running away quite yet, anyway. He EYES that CROSSBOW, too.
Oh, good. Kinoa, too. "Well, hallo, my dear greenriding chum. C'mere. I've got something to show you," Joslyn offers, beckoning them both closer with a crooked finger. "You'll LIKE it." She eyes that crossbow, too, even while she picks it up and sets it neatly in her lap. "I am a little tired. How 'bout you? Sleep well?" There is no right way to answer that question.
Kinoa isn't that stupid. She continues to edge in the general direction of the weyrhall, still smiling. "No, thank you," she says, shaking her head. "I've seen it. I'm just going to get something to eat. I'm awfully hungry, but a long night of-" she stops abruptly. "Well. I'll be off now.
F'loran's eyebrows raise questioningly, and he shoots a glance at Kinoa as if asking what he should do. At length, though, he slowly wanders in Joslyn's direction. "You really shouldn't be mad," he says. "It was only a Flight.. Like when you ran off with Shasta, remember?" Is that a pleading look on his face? Awwww...
Joslyn, insistenly, "No, no, no. STAY. You'll really, really like it." Whilst reassuring her - uhm - friend, the goldrider fishes up one of those ever so comfy looking bolts and methodically loads her deadly weapon. "Oh, I'm not mad. Not at all." Furious would be a better word...
Kinoa folds her arms over her chest. She appears to have absolutely no memory of the events of the previous day, barring, of course, the way it finished up from the fond glance she can't help giving F'loran. "Are you going to put a redfruit on his head and shoot it of or something?" she wonders after a moment. "Because, like I said, I'm going to the weyrhall, I could get you one."
F'loran shakes his head a touch, "Nah. You should let Kinoa go. I'll stay and you can show it to me." What a gent he is, sacrificing himself like this. He kneels down in front of the Goldrider, then. "Lemme guess. You're gonna shoot at me again, right? Ya gonna aim a little higher, this time?"
Joslyn twitches a little at said 'fond look', growling a little under her breath. "A redfruit? Oh, no. Not necessary." It's a difficult process, getting up from her current position after having been there so sharding long, but she manages it with a minimum of effort. "Do me a favor, though? Stand still? It's too hard t'shoot folks when they're walking." F'loran gets a Look and nothing more.
Kinoa widens her eyes. "Have you been sitting here the -whole- time?" she wonders, glancing back at her weyr. "You didn't hear anything, did you?"
Kinoa smiles at F'loran again. "He's quite vocal, you know."
F'loran stands as well, then, but is still in front of Joslyn. "You're really overreacting, you know. Remember how upset you were at me for overreacting when you ran off with Z'ar..?" And he shoots a LOOK at Kinoa. Grin. "You're not helping.. She's really going to kill me if you keep that up."
Joslyn shakes her head to both questions. "Nope. I came back - after K'laarn got shot. And then Telinda went to th'Dog and got drunk. And then K'tor yelled at me. And then K'tor yelled at me some more. I've had quite an adventure while you two were bein' vocal." So she's really not in the mood to play games, see.
got stabbed, sorry.
Kinoa frowns this time. "When did all that happen?" She's learning, she doesn't look at F'loran, though her eyes do linger on that crossbow. Hmm.
Kinoa brightens somewhat at the mention of K'tor. Pathetic.
F'loran blinks. "What? K'laarn got stabbed? When? By whom?" Color him confused. Maybe a subject change'll save his life, though. Maybe. Not likely, but maybe.
tomorrow, and is going to be up all night throwing up thinking about it. ;)
Yes, watch the crossbow while Joslyn leans against the tree and casually fiddles with the thing. "While you two were having sex," she informs very drily. "And prob'ly having s'more sex." She's been dwelling on this.
Kinoa smiles indulgently. "We didn't have -that- much sex," she says quickly. "Just," she gestures vaguely, "The usual amount. Five, six times?" She looks to the brownrider for confirmation.
"By whom?" F'loran repeats himself, an odd little grin curling his lips at the mere though of the Weyrleader getting stabbed. "And why on Pern was K'tor yelling at you?"
F'loran shoots another LOOK at Kinoa. "You /want/ me to die?" he asks the Greenrider. "She's going to shoot me. See? She's got it loaded already!" And he points at the CROSSBOW.
Oh, now that there's the straw what broke the bovines back. Watch as Joslyn sends that bolt whizzing neatly passed Kinoa's ear - nowhere near HITTING her, but close enough that it'd scare a normal person. Then, nonchalantly, "You've missed far too much. You'll haveta hear it all some other time."
Joslyn reloads, too.
F'loran BLINKS. Twice, though. Well, probably about a million times, but they're all very quick. Anyway, he takes a neat sidestep in one direction - the one that's away from the CROSSBOW - and falls nicely silent.
Kinoa ducks suddenly as something sharp and pointy goes flying past her head. "What th-" she starts to say, then gets really mad. "Did you scorch your BRAIN with a flamethrower?" she asks.
"No!" Joslyn returns, since we're going to get REALLY mad. "But do you know what HAPPENED while you two were basking in whatever it is you were basking in? I should shoot you just for spite, both of you! YOU - " And she waves that thing with a dangerous carelessness in Kinoa's general direction. " - for doing this to me TWICE now. And YOU - " F'loran is accorded the same careless treatment. " - for... well... for fun."
F'loran almost falls over backward, trying to keep his face out of the aiming reticle of that thing. "Would you calm down, Josy?! Shells! It's not like either of us were in much of a frame of mind to keep up on current events. I'm sorry you had a stressful night, but that's not my fault! Quit waving that thing at me!" Did F'loran just yell? Yes. And is he storming off now? Yes.
Kinoa narrows her eyes at the greenrider. "This is NOT my fault, no matter what you think. Luiseth flew, remember? I didn't sprout wings and let F'loran chase me all around the weyr. It's not HIS fault either." She rolls her eyes. "No matter what you think I am -not- on some crazy plan to steal your men, I have enough men and I don't have to go around picking up your leftovers. But a flight is a FLIGHT and shard it what in BLAZES happened while we were gone?"
Kinoa has to take a deep breath after that one.
F'loran walks toward the Copse.
"I don't like you any more and I'm not going t'tell you!" Joslyn declares, and shoots the other bolt at the ground a few feet in front of herself just to get rid of it. "So you go find out from someone else! Drag 'em off to your weyr and enjoy yourselves and then get the gossip, but I AIN'T telling you!" Which just goes to show how mad she is, 'cause normally... well, you know. She should probably storm off, too, just for effect.
Kinoa snaps. She just snaps. "Joslyn..." she begins, then shakes her head. "Grow up. Don't tell me. I'll ask someone else."
F'loran strides over from the Copse.
Kinoa walks toward the Landing Field.
F'loran walks back into the area, grumbling to himself. Both of you get a look as he passes by. "I went the wrong shardin' way," he half shouts at the ground in explanation, embarassed and upset at this point.
"You've been th'wrong sharding way all night, if you ask me," Joslyn can be heard to comment snidely, pausing to collect the things she's left spread out 'neath that comfy tree. No, the crossbow is not armed and no, you're in no immediate danger.
F'loran stops his hasty retreat. "And what would've been the right way, Josy? Take Kesath to Honshu so he'd miss the Flight? Are you going to do this to every rider whose Green he catches? It's childish, and you know it!"
Looking up while she collects her things, Joslyn gives you one of those Die looks and replies, "I may very well do that. And there's nothin' you can do about it. So don't yell at me any more. I'm tired of bein' yelled at, and I'm not yellin' at you, so just toddle on back to your cottage and I'll toddle on back t'mine. It's a big Weyr. I'm sure we'll manage to avoid each other."
F'loran throws up his arms in frustration. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to apologize for something I had NO control over? Shells, all I did was walk out that door, and you started pointing that bloody crossbow at me." He doesn't toddle off quite yet, he just repeats the first bit. "What do you want me to do?"
Joslyn flutters her fingers vaguely in the direction you're supposed to go - which is not the copse, you know. "I told you. Toddle on back to your weyr. I'm too 'childish' - " Your words! " - to bother with all this relationship garbage. And not I'm tired and cranky and you're makin' it worse."
"That's it!" F'loran sputters out. He stomps on up to Joslyn with those purposeful steps one would only expect to see if more violence were about to ensue. Qute the opposite happens, though. He grabs the Goldrider's shoulders, leans down, and kisses her firmly on the lips. So there!
See, if Joslyn weren't startled at the moment, she'd probably knock F'loran upside the head with the butt of that crossbow. But since that was sort of the LAST thing she expected, she actually drops it on the ground and kisses him back. She'll deny it later.
And when the kiss is over, F'loran releases her shoulders, and takes hold of her hand, instead. "Come on," he says. "Pick up that crossbow.. You're coming with me." He nods his head over toward the Southwestern Weyrs, to indicate their destination.
And here's where Joslyn asks a logical question (it happens every once in a while): "Where?" She does pick up the crossbow, though, 'cause it's one of her most favorite things and Kinoa would probably steal it if she left it there.
"We're going back to my weyr," F'loran explains. "You'n I are gonna have sex. Not 'cause of some silly old flight, but because we /want/ to." Firm nod, and he starts leading her off in that direction. "You've had a very stressful day, and it'll help you unwind, too."
Joslyn drops her crossbow again. "Oh, no. We can't do that," she informs, picking it up absently and shaking her head - entirely serious about this. "I'm still mad at you. I'm supposed t'still be mad at you, anyway, so we can't do that."
F'loran stops his Goldrider-dragging advance, and turns around to face Joslyn. "Sure we can. In fact, I dare you. I dare you to have sex with me." Pause. "Besides, it's not like we're gonna announce it to the whole Weyr, or something. You're the gossip around here, remember? No one else's gonna find out. Not from me, anyway."
F'loran looks entirely serious, by the way.
"Yeah, but I'm supposed t'still be mad at you," Joslyn insists, thought she doesn't sound TOO insistent about it. Trying to convince herself mostly. "Besides, you just had sex. Lots of it, Kinoa said." Fretful pout.
F'loran enhs, and shrugs up his shoulders. "That was last night. And Kinoa was overexaggerating." A little. Ahem. Anyway, "And I don't want you to be mad at me. I like it when you're happy with me." Pause, and he grins again, "Oh quit pouting and come on, will ya? Or are you gonna make me carry you?"
Joslyn thinks for - uhm - a second or two, if even that long. "No, no. I'll come with you," she replies hurriedly, and steals a look around this clearing in case anyone like herself is watching. Stealth is necessary in situations like this, for whatever reason.
Mojavi oh, so unobtrusively flits towards his home.
Mojavi flits into Kinoa and Green Luiseth's Weyr.
F'loran nods. "Okie, then," comes his all-too-thrilled (seriously, not sarcastically) reply, "Follow me if you would, weyrwoman?" Still clutching her hand, he leads her off toward the Courtyard.
Landing field, I meant.
F'loran walks toward the Landing Field.
You walk toward the Landing Field.
F'loran walks toward the Southwestern Weyrs.
You walk over to the Southwestern Weyrs.
F'loran walks into F'loran and Brown Kesath's Weyr.
You walk into F'loran and Brown Kesath's Weyr.