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Josy - Sunday, July 25, 1999, 10:50 AM
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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.
You walk over to the bustling Weyrhall.
Weyrhall
Thick stone walls rise from the granite tiled floor towards the large crossbeam rafters that comprise the high ceiling of this impressively sized building. Broad, deep-silled windows look out on three sides of the hall, easily closed during Threadfall by the metal shutters, but shaded during the day by fabric blinds. On the south wall, a large tapestry and painting have been hung with pride, though they provide conflicting images that may disturb some. Near the kitchen entrance, a long serving table has been set up and close by trestle tables have been placed in parallel -- some with benches and others with chairs, padded with comfy cushions in a myriad of greens. The heavy main doors, leading out to the flagstone courtyard, are usually propped open to let cool breezes pass through the hall, and to cool off anyone working the heavy loom that has been placed in one corner, a task often threaded and in progress there.
The sun slowly sinks down toward the west, creating pools of light which slowly creep across the granite floor. The air is still and hot save for an occasional breeze which teases the blinds over the windows.
There are numerous doors leading in and out of here: iron-bound doors to the west opening onto the courtyard, a swinging door on hinges into the kitchen, and a carved door on the southern wall into the Infirmary among them. In the recesses hang a number of paintings and tapestries (+view).
People: Joslyn C'al Bertha
Firelizards: Sitha
Others: Dragonpoker Table
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Kitchen INFirmary
C'al is at one of the tables, nibbling at some food in a restless kind of way.
Marble-bag dangling from her fingers - apparently full of marbles today - Joslyn comes tromping in from the courtyard, looking very, very dirty today. Half-dried mud basically cakes her feet and legs up to the knees, and her hands and arms up to the elbows, leaving a nice trail behind her as she marches over and plops down at a central table.
C'al raises a brow at this sight, and offers, "I heard you golriders had a dirty job, but isn't this a bit extreme, dearheart?"
Joslyn scowls, real dark-like, as she drops the marble bag to the table with a heavy thud. "I don't remember addressing you," she informs crisply, scraping some of the mud off her palms on the edge of the table - very clean and sanitary, of course.
C'al shrugs, and says sweetly, "If I waited for people to want to talk to me, I'd never have any good arguments, now would I?"
"Only 'cause no one likes talking to you," says the goldrider, currently in the process of untying the bag that the marbles can be dumped out on the table. Yes, there is a serious flaw in this plan, as you'll see in just a few moments here.
C'al smiles, "Oh, I wouldn't say THAT. Reisa still talks to me, and heck, who else matters?"
Having successfully picked the knot loose, Joslyn pauses long enough to comment, "Well, she hasn't had the pleasure of being ditched for a Turn straight yet. Give her time." And then the marble bag is dumped with an utter lack of ceremony on to the flat table, marbles immediately bouncin and rolling to the floor. That sucks.
C'al chuckles, "Ahh. Very clever of you, there."
Leaving the few that managed to stay on the table alone, Joslyn scoots out of her chair and sits her butt on the floor to start gathering up the errant marbles. "Stop laughing at me," she warns as she plucks the little spheres from the floor.
C'al smiles sweetly, "But you are so entertaining, love."
Joslyn pockets as many of the marbles as she can, seriously weighing down her trousers but oblivious to the fact as she scrapes together the last of them. "Don't you have something more productive to do?" she asks, irritated. "Go bother someone else."
C'al shakes his head, "Oh, no. I have a rest day, today, and have decided to spend it with my oldest and dearest friend, Joslyn."
"Friend?" Joslyn asks, looking up from hunting down the last two or three of her precious few marbles. "Since when?" she adds, with a definite scoff, rummaging up the last few and holding the waist of her trousers up as she stands.
C'al raises a brow, "It was you who said we were friends, as I recall, many weeks ago. Were you lying?"
Joslyn actually pauses this time to THINK about a way to get the marbles from her pockets onto the table without spilling them everywhere. This could take a few moments. In the meantime, she replies with a flippant, "Probably."
C'al shrugs, "Well, then, I have even less reason not to leave you be, ne? After all, now I don't have to worry about costing myself friendship with you."
Joslyn drags the bag over, laying it out as flat as old, abused wherhide will get, and then looks over her shoulder at the bronzerider - as if only JUST deigning to acknowledge him. "Since when have you worried about my feelings, C'al?" she asks, a genuinely curious tilt to her head.
C'al frowns softly, "When haven't I, Joslyn?"
"Gee, let me think." As she does so, Joslyn starts placing careful handfulls onto the flat bag, the marbles rolling around a bit but staying put for the most part. "There's that time you and E'dar decided it would be a good idea to have sex. Hmmm. And then when you DISAPPPEARED for Faranth knows how long..."
C'al hmms, and shrugs, "OK, you got me there, but that doesn't mean I never cared about your feelings."
Joslyn tips a nice, sweet smile over at C'al and says, "Of course. You just cared about your own more." That said, she goes about very carefully sorting through her pretty marbles, collecting the blues in one pile and the reds in another and so on and so forth.
C'al snorts, "That is not true."
Joslyn's honest opinion on this is as follows: "Yeah, it is. You're very nice and all that, C'al, but you also do incredibly selfish things that hurt people's feelings whether you mean to or not." A little hypocritical, but she's not herself today (duh). "So don't pretend you're sweeter than bubblies. I already know better."
C'al hrmphs, "Well, then. It is good to know your true feelings on the matter, Joslyn. It will certainly make dealing with you in the future easier."
"And we both know that my sole purpose in life is to make yours easier," the girl comments, frowning over one multi-colored sphere that doesn't quite fit into any of her designated categories. "I've gotten good at forgetting how hurtful you can be." She doesn't MEAN these things, mind you, just doesn't really care what she says presently.
C'al frowns softly, "Yes. And the same is true enough in reverse." He pushes his plate away, "I think I should be going now."
Joslyn shrugs up both shoulders, never even bothering to look away from the task at hand. "I learned from the very best," she comments, finally putting that mottled marble in her pocket to deal with later some time. "Do give my regards to Simath." She still likes him, at least.
C'al stands, and shrugs, "Then I hope I never meet whomever taught you, Joslyn. And don't say it was me, because you were hurtful long before we met." And with that, he is out the door.
C'al walks toward the Courtyard.
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