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Josy - Friday, January 21, 2000, 9:12 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.

You walk toward the quietness of the Infirmary.

Jithan nods to Shadara, "Get me some hot towells ready, please." He looks around for an apprentice, "You! I'll need a yard of number 3 and number 6 feline gut, number 6 needs to be the dissolving kind."

K'tor staggers in, holding onto the doorframe. He doesn't appear intent on coming any closer. "What happened?" And upon seeing K'laarn and the blood, launches into an interesting string of curses.

Jithan looks at K'tor, "I'll need you to be quiet, sir."

Joslyn peeks in at first, head sort of popping around the doorway from the courtyard before the girl steps within. "What happened?" she echoes K'tor, a little tense these evening - you all can guess why.

Jithan figures the best way is to clip out, "He was stabbed." he yanks the privacy curtain closed around him and K'laarn.

Jithan looks at K'laarn, "Feeling silly yet?" He holds the compress in place with firm pressure.

Eyes rather wide now, Joslyn watches the curtain enclose the Weyrleader - gawking. "Who stabbed K'laarn?" she asks naturally, turning a Look upon K'tor as if he certainly must have had something to do with it.

K'laarn glowers at Jithan, violet eyes dark with anger and pain. "Silly? No. Sharding mad? Yes." His voice is a low growl.

Jithan nods, "Fellis hasn't kicked in yet."

Jithan mixes another mug, "Drink it."

K'laarn says, sarcasm thick, "I'm supposed to feel silly when the fellis kicks in?"

K'tor breaks off his cursing and takes Josy by the shoulders. And gently too. "Josy. I don't know, but I have my suspicions. And I need your help. Can Jeuneth find Tiarnath?"

Jithan grins, "That or really really tired. Some people go silly when they get sleepy."

Joslyn, taken by the shoulders, shoots a slightly irritated look at the Weyrsecond - do not manhandle the weyrwoman. "She prob'ly could. Why does Tiarnath need finding?" she continues, a listening ear cocked to the curtained conversation.

Dragon> Tiarnath and Jeuneth sense that Albanth sends a tendril of thought out to Jeuneth as well, though he concentrates on Tiarnath, << Your rider is with you? We want to know She is well. >>

K'laarn accepts the mug of fellis though and says with a sigh, "Not another mug of fellis,"In his best reluctant voice. He however begins to drink it, some dribbling down his chin. He laughs as he pulls it away, and then hiccups. "That woman." He starts to complain, "I can't believe she did it." He sounds angry, hurt and confused all at the same time. "Can't even respect me in front of the others, even if she hates me." He starts slurring his words, becoming very talkative. "Don't understand what I did to make her hate me so bad." He hiccups again as the fellis continues to take effect.

Jeuneth> Tiarnath and Albanth sense that Jeuneth just sends some affirmative thought or another.

K'tor merely jerks his head towards the curtain.

Jithan nods to K'laarn, smiling, "We'll talk when I'm done sewing you up, sir. Lay back now, and let Rnayth fully into your mind."

Shadara shakes her head a bit, "Oh boy, Telinda did this? Not a good thing, when Tel starts to act funny, things tend to be a bit strange around here for months."

Dragon> Jeuneth and Albanth sense that Tiarnath warbles and projects an image of Telinda with a glass in both hands.

Jithan looks at Shadara, "Got those towells?"

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Jeuneth and Albanth with << Well? I guess so. >>

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Jeuneth with << We need to get Tiarnath and her rider back home. >>

K'laarn says, iritably, "Doan' wanna." His words get worse and worse. "I want to find that gel and.. and .." He looks confused.

Joslyn blinks toward the curtain herself, absently brushing bronzerider hands off of her shoulders. "Tel STABBED him?" she asks, something of a laugh stealing over her despite her best efforts to contain it. "Oh, my, my, my. He's not going to die, is he?"

Shadara nods and hands the towels over to Jithan after she scrubs her hands and rinses them in redwort. She sets them down within Jithan's reach.

Jithan looks at K'laarn, "Shh, lie back, go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll be fine." He says for the benefit of the lurkers, "No he isn't."

Jeuneth> Albanth senses that Jeuneth is typically unconcerned. << I highly doubt we can carry her ourselves. Perhaps it might be advisable to ask her to return? >>

Jithan continues holding the compress and looks at Shadara, "How's your stomach?"

K'laarn hiccups, "Don't want to sleep." He starts to push at Jithan and stand up. "Want to find her and give her a piece of my mind." He's barely understandable now, his words slur so bad.

K'tor says, not making much sense, "If he dies, I'll kill him." He shakes his head then and says, "Josy. Can you help me get her back home?"

Dragon> Albanth bespoke Jeuneth with << If I ask, she will say no. Will you ask? >> A pause and he says, << Please? My rider is very concerned. >>

Jithan pushes K'laarn down, firmly, "Okay, then I'll just start cleaning out the wound now while you're awake."

Jithan looks at another apprentice, "Ankle restraints, please." The apprentice nods and expertly restrains K'laarn's ankles.

Shadara hmms, "Just fine, I can handle gore, I'm a capable dragonhealer." she says as she moves over to Jithan's side.

"Who?" Joslyn asks, sort of a lame question but oh well. "Telinda?" She shrugs up both shoulders this time, tossing her chin a little toward the courtyard. "I could try, but Tel's not th'easiest woman in th'world, you know. Figured out where she is yet?"

K'laarn grouches. "Do whatever you have to." He says ominously. "I jus.. just.." He slows in his speech. His eyelids flutter closed over violet eyes.

Jithan nods to Shadara, "Human blood and internals are different from a dragons ichor."

Jeuneth> Tiarnath senses that Jeuneth is never pleased to be running messages, but at least she does it this time. << I was told to ask where it is you have gone off to. So where is it you have gone off to, please? >>

Shadara nods, "I'm aware of that Master Jithan, I see a lot of Weyrlings injured, as well, I'll be fine."

Jithan exhales in relief, "Now I can get to work." rinsing his hands in redwort oil, he slowly removes the compress, dabbing with the hot towell as he goes. He inspects the wound, "Good, a nice clean edge."

K'tor shakes his head at Josy. "No. Tiarnath says she isn't allowed to tell Albanth. Has Jeuneth asked yet?"

Dragon> Jeuneth senses that Tiarnath thinks about this, << You want me to tell you so you can tell another bronzerider? How many does she have to stab this ... err, no, I didn't say that. Really. >>

Joslyn has yet to come to terms with the import of this whole situation - the Weyrleader bleeding to death - the Weyrwoman absent - F'loran's with Kinoa. Poor little Josy just blinks a moment and then shakes her head. "She ASKED, but Tiarnath's not telling."

Jithan pulls out what looks like a spoon, he uses it to pull the sides of the wounds apart, and he uses a glow tube to look in the wound, "A bit of dirt in there." He gets a hook and scrapes around, pulling out small pebbles and the like.

Jithan continues rinsing as blood wells up, he has another apprentice put pressure as much as possible upstream from the wound. The bleeding finally subsides and stops.

Dragon> Jeuneth senses that Jeuneth is not amused. But, then again, she's never amused, so what do you expect? << I am not going to tell anyone except Joslyn. And she will not leave me alone until I give her a good answer, so please spare me the bother of asking again? Please? >>

K'laarn has sagged back against the table, now happily snoring since the Fellis has completely put him out. He doesn't move as Jithan starts proping at his wound.

K'tor growls softly, "I'm going to kill *both* of them for this." He takes a deep breath. "Round up the other queens? She needs to return, one way or another. Who's elder? Remarra?"

K'laarn probing even.

"YOU are not going to kill anyone," Joslyn states matter-of-factly. "Nor am I going to call in all the queens to go chasing after Tiarnath and Telinda when they don't want to be found. So stop giving orders like you're in charge all of th'sudden. Tel will come around eventually, I'm sure, and then we'll find her and everything will be fine." She honestly believes this, too.

Jithan calls out, "There will be no killing tonight, bronzerider." He gets a scalpel and severs the skin from the muscle. What happens, surprisingly enough, is the muscle springs together, as the skin was holding it back. He nods, "This won't leave much a scar at all. Good." He grabs some catgut from the apprentice, and threads a needle.

Now that blood is cleared away and Jithan is busy with K'laarn's shoulder, it might be noticable that K'laarn's ever present weyrleader's knot is missing from his shoulder. His left shoulder, right above the wound.

Shadara nods and helps as asked, not looking like it bothers her to help, but she is a little pale, "Josy, K'laarn's lucky he didn't bleed to death, with K'laarn being out of action and Tai and Tel missing, K'tor is in charge as Weyrsecond." she says in a soft voice.

Jithan doesn't even notice as he sews together the muscle, and yes, he is wearing a facemask, "This will dissolve in the tissue, and is necessary to help the muscle heal well." He puts two levels of stitches, the mask puffing in and out with his steady breath, "Faranth, this is deep."

K'tor looks at Josy. "K'laarn's been stabbed. Telinda did it. She didn't kill him, but she could have. The very idea that she'd attack with a knife goes against *everything* that we're taught, Josy. She's either overreacted and is now hiding like a spoilt child, or honestly taken leave of her senses and run off. I'm betting the former. Right now, Southern is without its weyrleaders. *Either* of them. If there were fall right now... do you see the picture." His tone remains level, though as Shadara reminds him of this, he goes paler. "We find Telinda and Tiarnath. Or we put in Remarra as acting Weyrwoman. But I need your help."

Jithan looks up and holds his fingers about an inch apart, "This more to the right, and you'd be needing a new weyrleader. I never met Telinda, but I'd say she needs to learn temper control. Kinda like my sister."

Joslyn folds her arms over her chest and notes, for Shadara's benefit, "If you'd like to get technical, with Telinda missing, Remarra at Ierne, and K'laarn out of commission, I'M in charge. And I'm relatively certain we'll find Tel when she wants to be found and not a moment sooner. So everyone just relax. Jeuneth's asked Tiarnath where they are, and when I found out, you'll find out out."

Jithan's eyes smile over his mask at Shadara, "She's not really that bad, but, sometimes she's a bit much." He then stitches the top level of the wound, pulling it closed with slight tugs. He makes very precise, very small stitches. When it's done, he looks satisfied, applies some redwort and numbweed and bandages it. He opens the curtain.

Shadara shakes her head a bit, "Josy, I'm sorry but I think K'tor's right. What happens if it's cause Tai's proddy? We've not had a gold go up for a bit, if she's proddy, then we need to get them back in the Weyr. Only time Tel acts strange is when she's pregnant or proddy."

Jeuneth> I bespoke Tiarnath with << They - >> She sends images of K'tor, Shadara, and various other familiar faces. << - really are worried about your whereabouts. Joslyn can only keep them at bay so long. Do tell us where you are, hm? >>

"Shar, I'm sorry, but I think I'M right," Joslyn returns, arms staying folded as she comes and goes between messages with her dragon. "Telinda's a big girl and she's not so silly as to take Tiarnath away when she's proddy. Jeuenth is trying to find her. There's nothing more we can do till then, so stop harping at me. Won't do you any good."

Jithan pulls down his mask, and washes his hands, the bandage is a neat patch on K'laarn's shoulder, and the ankle restraints are removed, he looks at Joslyn, "I don't know who your posted healer is, but he doesn't move for two sevendays."

Jithan adds, "Period."

K'laarn continues to snore, blissfully unaware of all of Jithan's prodding, probbing, stitching and pulling and cutting. A little drool even makes its way to his chin, somehow.

K'tor nods to Jithan. "When can he fly again? And go between again?"

Jithan closes up his bag, "He'll be fine." He looks down and dabs at K'laarn's chin, and adjusts his head to open his airway a bit better. He looks at K'tor studying the man's knot, "I don't know, Weyrsecond, fly, four sevendays, tops, between, 6 sevendays."

K'laarn stops snoring as soon as his head's moved, thank goodness. He breathes deeply, peacefully.

Joslyn nods over at Jithan, trying to absorb that detail among NUMEROUS others thus far. "Two sevendays," she repeats, just to prove she was listening. "And I believe I know where Tel's gone off to. Jeuneth says Tiarnath showed her passed out drunk. So I don't think she's in much condition to be Betweening home at the moment..."

Jithan pulls up the blanket and gently tucks it around K'laarn and makes his way towards Joslyn, "I will stop by in two sevendays to check on it." He laughs, "Next time they say go to Southern and relax, I shall have to look at them funny, nice climate though." He rubs his hands, "I'm hungry, where's some food?"

K'tor looks as though Jithan just pronounced his own death sentance. He nods and offers the man his hand. "Thank you for all you've done for the weyr, sir. We all appreciate it, and your discretion." Intent gray eyes lock onto the healer's face. Evidently he doesn't want this to be the talk of the continent. "Someone will get you a plate, the weyrhall is just through there."

Jithan smiles, "Call me Jithan, I don't stand on titles."

Jithan laughs at the weyrsecond, "Know will know of it up north, I assure you."

Nodding absently at Jithan who she probably didn't hear to begin with, Joslyn glances toward the Weyrleader's curtain, back at the Weyrsecond, and then SIGHS. "All right. Someone ought to go fetch Tel - at least make sure she's okay. I'll go, but going alone is kinda scary. She's armed, apparently."

K'tor nods and asks Shadara gently, "Dara, will you see to it that Jithan has a bite to eat, and a place to rest after this rather eventful day?" Then he turns to Josy, "I'll go with me, if you'll allow it."

Jithan looks at K'tor and Joslyn, "take that huge guy with you."

Jithan smirks, "It's guys like that that made me not want a dragon. Bloody huge weyrlingmaster."

Something of a grin gets at Joslyn and she notes, "If you're brave 'nough, you're more than welcome." She pauses for a blank blink at Jithan - only the fraction of a second passing before she reckons who that 'huge guy' must be. "Oh? N'all," with the customary disgust for that syllable. "Prob'ly couldn't hurt." But she's not PLEASED about it.

Brine settles to one side of K'laarn's cot, evidently keeping guard.

Jeuneth> Ceruth senses that Jeuneth is STILL running messages and STILL despises it. << Joslyn says to tell you that we are going to collect Tiarnath and her lifemate and that you and yours might be of some use. >>

Shadara chuckles a bit and she nods, "Sure, this way Jithan. Don't let N'all catch you calling me Dara K'tor, you know he hates that."

Jithan nods and follows Shadara, "Lead on."

K'tor nods. "If you'd have Jeuneth bespeak Ceruth, Josy?" He gives the little blue lizard a stern look, and it cheeps softly in response, turning glowing eyes on the Weyrleader.

Shadara walks toward the Weyrhall.

Jithan strides over to the Courtyard.

Joslyn flutters her fingers at the Weyrsecond, informing him breezily, "Done. I'll meet you in the landing field." She's turned on her heel and is striding off to collect her riding gear without further delay, mumbling about sharding greenflights turning the sharding Weyr on its sharding ear as she goes.

You walk toward the Courtyard.

You approach Jeuneth just as the Queen crouches for you, one foreleg bent to allow you an easier mount.

** N'all strides over from the Southwestern Weyrs.

** Ceruth lumbers over from the Southwestern Weyrs.

** In the northern sky, Albanth soars over from the Weyr Cove Beach.

** Albanth flies over from the sky above.

** K'tor walks over from the Western Courtyard.

** N'all looks at K'tor, but just doesn't have the energy to glare, he just nods.

** Jeuneth, bestrapped and yawning, lumbers over from the western weyrs with her rider already settled between the customary neckridges. Joslyn counts the bronzes, matches them to their riders, and goes about pulling on gloves and jacket. "We need to go to th'Dog. Been there, I hope? And Tel's not in th'mood for bronzeriders, according to Tiarnath, so consider yourselves warned."

** N'all nods to Joslyn, "Noted."

** N'all mounts Ceruth with a nimble and practiced motion, using a thoughtfully lowered forelimb. He nestles himself into his spot between two neckridges. From the ground, he all but disappears from the view.

** K'tor looks as though this has quite possibly been the worst day of his entire life. He simply says, "Thank you for coming, N'all." He shrugs into his jacket, and then climbs aboard Albanth. "I haven't. Could Jeuneth give Albanth the visualization, Josy?"

** K'tor takes a few scrambling steps and vaults up to catch Albanth's straps to swing astride the bronze.

** Ceruth waits for Jeuneth.

Jeuneth> Albanth senses that Jeuneth shows you where to go - now don't forget it, 'cause she's not doing it again.

You fly toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

** Albanth soars over from the Landing Field at Southern Weyr.

** Ceruth soars over from the Landing Field at Southern Weyr.

** Jeuneth disappears into Between.

Between

Between is a cold, empty void of awful nothingness. You can hear nothing, see nothing, smell nothing, touch nothing, and it is only the knowledge that light lies on the other side, and that your dragon is with you, that keeps you from screaming. Silently, you chant the ancient talisman, as you hover in this place between places...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

** Jeuneth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

** Albanth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

** Ceruth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

** Ceruth waits for Jeuneth to land, then Albanth.

** Jeuneth lands, then, as that's what she had intended doing all along. Alight on the beach, she helps her rider down neatly and promptly sets about dozing.

You wing down to the beach below.

** Albanth lands with a gentle gust of sand.

** Ceruth lands with a gentle gust of sand.

Jeuneth> Luiseth senses that Jeuneth just rumbles. Don't ask where it came from, but it doesn't sound happy.

** N'all nimbly slides out of his seat on Ceruth's neck, using a thoughtfully extended and lowered forelimb to land gently on the ground.

** Albanth settles a trifle heavily and folds his wings.

** K'tor slides down to Albanth's foreleg, and then casually drops the rest of the way to the ground.

Deftly, you lower yourself to Jeuneth's bent foreleg, pausing a moment as your lifemate crouches to allow you easier access to the ground.

K'tor considers a moment, and then pulls off his belt, tucking it and his knife into Albanth's straps.

Joslyn sheds her riding gear in an untidy heap next to her dragon, looking up the path before she starts trudging up it - on a mission. "If you stab th'Weyrwoman," she adds, glancing back at K'tor, "I'll be forced to stab you back, you know."

You take the path to the Dusty Dog.

K'tor comes up the beach path.

N'all comes up the beach path.

You take the path towards the Dusty Dog.

N'all comes in from the clearing.

K'tor comes in from the clearing.

Joslyn comes in with an entourage - well, two bronzeriders, but it's better than nothing. A quick survey finds Telinda amid the tables, and the girl has to giggle at the very notion of all this hullabaloo. "Tel?" she begins, approaching just a LITTLE timidly.

N'all stands back, and stand in front of K'tor, don't want Tel seeing him right away.

Jeuneth> Kesath senses that Jeuneth rumbles at you now - no doubt borne from one spiteful little goldrider who would probably hurt your rider very badly if she weren't otherwise engaged at the moment.

Telinda's lying, cheek resting on the table, a glass in one hand, another on the table, and an empty skin, or two, on the table. Bloody fingerprints stain the glasses, and resting right in front of her nose is a Weyrleader knot, also bloody. At the voice, one eye cracks open, then shuts, quickly.

K'tor doesn't seem to mind for the moment. Let other women deal with crazy women. Upon seeing the Weyrwoman's bloody hands, however, he grimaces, and murmurs something to the girl hovering behind the bar. Water seems to be the gist of it.

Joslyn drags a chair over to Telinda's table and plops herself upon it, folding her arms across the tabletop and propping her chin upon them. "I know you're awake. I seen your eye open." Grinning, she proceeds, "Everyone thinks somethin's wrong with you. Well, 'cept me. I'd like to stab some bronzeriders, too."

Jeuneth> I bespoke Kesath with << Yes. Joslyn is WELL aware of this fact. WELL aware of it. >>

Telinda's eye cracks open once more, but then shuts again. She shifts in her chair, and lifts her arm, before letting it flop over her head. There. World all gone.

Joslyn pokes the floppy arm with her forefinger, scooting her chair over a little closer to Telinda's. "Oh, c'mon. That's no way to be. You're practically a hero back home. Which is where you REALLY oughta go. If you don't... well... I'LL be in charge, and we both know that's a bad idea. So sober up and come home, hm?"

Telinda struggles with her head, which really wants to stay on that table. But, eventually, it manages to come up off the thing eventually, unfortunately it doesn't really want to stay in one place and wavers on her shoulders like it had a mind of it's own. "Sss...im" she blurts out, not having spotted the bronzers yet. Yes, incomprehensible, but it sounds perfect to her.

The girl brings a basin of water and a clean rag to K'tor, who gestures gently for her to set it on a table. He moves slightly, to dip the rag and wring it out, darkened eyes on the pair of goldriders.

Joslyn tries not to laugh. It's a valiant attempt. But it fails, of course. "I think she's drunk," she informs the bronze contingent - just in case they failed to notice that themselves. "So I dunno how we oughta get her home, but it seems kinda wrong to leave her here, don'tya think?"

Joslyn also patpats Telinda on her head. "Yes, that's what I thought, too."

N'all nods to Joslyn, "I think that may be best."

Telinda bats Joslyn's hand away, though it takes her several attempts to do so. "Noth drunth."

K'tor glances at N'all, and then approaches Josy and Telinda warily. "Yes. Home." A pause and then, in a strangled tone, "Josy, can you get her to wipe her hands on this?"

N'all walks with K'tor.

"No, no. Her name is Ti-ar-nath," Joslyn corrects gently, looking over at K'tor and whatever it is he has to offer. "What is it, and why?" she asks, holding her own hand out for whatever it may be.

K'tor presses the rag into the coherant - well, into Josy's hands. "Help clean her up? - she's going to have a splitting headache tomorrow." He reaches back for the bowl as well.

Telinda spots K'tor for probably the first time, and eyes flash with something, but lucky for him she's too drunk. She does however, pick up the knot, and toss it towards him, but it's more likely to hit the poor drunk in the corner than the Weyrsecond. Head wobbles back to Joslyn, "Drunth, I'm noth drunth!" she repeats, shouting a little in her effort to be understood.

N'all kneels by Telinda, "Telinda, it's N'all. Let ceruth and I get you home. We're worried about you."

Joslyn looks at the rag, then looks at K'tor, then looks at Telinda, then shrugs. "I dunno what good cleaning up is going to do a hang - " She takes a moment to try and decipher Telinda's rambling, frowning thoughtfully before she oooohhs. "Uhm, you are drunk, Tel. Very much so. But N'all's come to take you home, so everything will be just fine." Chipper smile. There's a good girl.

Telinda giggles and pats N'all on the head, "N'allth tiny!" she says, then giggles a whole lot more.

N'all laughs at Telinda, 'Aye, that I am, just ask Marila, but now, I need to get you home, OK?"

K'tor looks tempted to empty the bowl of water over Telinda's head, but only for a moment. he doesn't go after the knot, instead, nodding at N'alls words. Getting no help from Josy, he offers the damp rag out to Telinda, for some reason unable to bear the sight of blood on her hands.

Telinda picks apart her fingers, and wiggles the little finger at N'all, "Weeny?" she tries through the giggles, ignoring the rest of the room for now.

N'all laughs, "Aye, weeny weeger."

Joslyn, who's a bit too busy laughing to do anything really useful, collects the knot and shoves it into one of her convenient pockets. She's going to repeat every bit of this conversation when she gets home. Several thousand times.

N'all reaches out to help telinda up, "C'mon home, and we'll have a good laugh about it." His look to Josy suggests that he knows what she's thinking, and that may not be wise.

Joslyn is always SO concerned with N'all's advice, too. So concerned that his look is returned with another burst of buoyant laughter as she gets up, too, tossing something of a mark on the table to cover whatever Telinda's had to drink this evening.

Telinda wrinkles her nose through her incoherent drunken giggles, and turns to Joslyn, "N'allth goth a weeny weeger!" she whispers, though it's more of a loud hissing. She bats N'all's hands away several times, "No!" she states admantately. "Me stay here!" and she jabs her finger at the table. "In facth, we'll hath to hath anothuver drinkie!"

K'tor is fully convinced that the Weyrwoman Has Lost It. But anything to get her home, and keep the weyr from being the laughing stock of all of Pern. He finally says, "Telinda, you can drink all you want at home. It's cheaper too. Or do you want Josy paying your tab?"

"I bet he does," Joslyn returns, laughter getting the better of her so that she just has to sit back down to catch her breath. "N'all has a weeny weeger," she repeats to herself, holding her stomach against the giggles. She apparently doesn't mind staying anymore, not with this string of conversation to attend.

N'all whispers something to Telinda.

Telinda narrows her eyes at K'tor, but then has to open them wide or she can't see a thing! Hand reaches down, and grabs her purse, dumping the contents on the table, which of course she didn't really mean to do. Marks go all over the table. "Opps!" she says through another fit of giggles, "Drinths all round!" she shouts out, banging her glass on the table.

Joslyn, rather than argue with the Weyrwoman about leaving again, stays seated and starts collecting her marks for her. "None for me," she adds absently, a pointed look at N'all. This is just too good.

N'all mutters to Telinda, "Jude's running... weyrhall, ya... And we... you... get..."

K'tor mutters something to N'all, under his breath, darkened eyes remaining locked on Telinda.

N'all looks at Joslyn, "I think enough damage has been done tonight, Joslyn, spreading a mendacious rumor to the effect of this conversation may prove to be detrimental."

N'all looks at K'tor, "If what I just said doesn't rouse her, then aye, we'll do just that."

Joslyn informs, between slowly dying laughs, "I'm not gonna tell anyone anything that didn't actually happen or wasn't actually said." She hands Telinda back her marks - yes, all of them - and waits to see the effect of N'all's words on the Weyrwoman.

Telinda laughs at N'all, "Sowwy! Left the knife ath the pool!" she remarks, banging her glass, "Drinth, drinth, drinth!" she starts chanting. The glass of course doesn't like the awful treatment it's getting and shatters in her hand, "Opps!" again!

N'all looks at Joslyn, "I think there's enough risk of embarrassment to the Weyr as it is, without your assistance. For once in your life, Josy, know when to shut up."

N'all adds, "This wouldn't have happened were it not for you telling Kinoa the little speech to tell me."

N'all says "But that's a conversation for later, now, we need to get Telinda home."

Telinda looks up, "Hey, hey, stopth picking on Josy! Josy nice!" Josy good!

K'tor nods to N'all at his words back to him. The Weyrsecond looks as though he's aged ten turns in as many minutes. Nor is he interested in assigning blame. Though as the glass shatters in Telinda's hands, he lurches forward with the rag. "Let me get it, Telinda." He's had enough blood for one night.

Joslyn looks just a touch offended. "Oh, bother Kinoa," is all she has to say about that greenrider, getting up on her own now that her fun has been spoiled. "I won't tell anyone about your weeny weeger if it makes you feel any better, geez." Telinda just earns a superbly sweet smile: "Thank you."

N'all looks at Joslyn and K'tor, "Right, we get her home."

Telinda, like a small child, let's K'tor take her hand, "Are youth feelin' okay?" she asks the Weyrsecond.

K'tor gently cleans the glass out of Telinda's palm, and wraps the rag about it. He says quietly, looking at her hand and not her face while he works, "I'm worried about you, Telinda. And I wish you'd come home with us. If you want something else to drink there, I'll get it for you but please," and he finally looks up, "Come home, Telinda? Please."

Telinda frowns at K'tor, her whole face screwing up in concentration, "Butt, butt, err," she tries to get it out, those 't's' are difficult when you're drunk "but youth donth care for noone!" she protests, snatching back her hand and peering at the rag, already trying to unpeel it to look.

N'all grabs the hand of telinda that is bandaged gently, then with a fairly swift motion, he sweeps Tel into a fireman's carry, careful to keep the business end of the vomit orifice well away from him.

Joslyn is compelled to nod at Telinda's inebriated logic, though she actually manages to keep quiet on the subject for a change. K'tor gets a look as if to judge his reaction before the goldrider stands-up-real-quick-like. Her Weyrwoman's being manhandled. Weird.

K'tor says quietly, "Josy, please have Jenueth take care of Tiarnath so she won't protest too much." He rises, "Thank you, N'all. Let's get her home."

Telinda kicks at N'all, she can't aim, and there's not many bits, but weeny bits, down there to kick, so whether she makes contact or not is something of a miracle if she does! "Lemme downth! I wanth a drinth!" she shouts out, "Call a meeting, you canth do this!"

N'all nods to K'tor, and says to Telinda, "The council room is ready to go."

Jeuneth> Tiarnath senses that Jeuneth takes care of you? Uhm, okay... << Joslyn wants me to tell you that we're taking your rider home. They say she's had a bit too much to drink and Ceruth's rider will take her back to the Weyr. >>

N'all carries his burden out, and he does manage to avoid blows.

N'all wanders back out to the clearing.

K'tor says evenly, "Josy, When we get home, I want a word with you. In the council room."

K'tor wanders back out to the clearing.

Jeuneth> Tiarnath senses that Jeuneth intimates a mental shrug. << That's just what I was told. >>

You wander back out to the clearing.

Telinda comes down the path from the Dusty Dog.

Joslyn scurries along after the boys, looking speculatively at Tiarnath. "She's not taking this very well," the girl notes, waving both hands at Telinda's gold as she approaches her own. "She says it's not allowed..."

Jeuneth> Tiarnath senses that Jeuneth thinks on this for some while before concluding, << Fine. >>

N'all looks at Tiarnath, "Then come here, so I can put her in her straps then."

Jeuneth> I bespoke Tiarnath, Albanth, and Ceruth with << Oh, calm yourself, Tiarnath. They're just taking her back to Southern, and we'll take you there, too. I'm sure we'll find a nice puddle for you to play in while your rider recuperates. >>

Telinda is still squirming around, "I'm stayin'!"

Joslyn pulls on her gear and such, watching this whole scene with lingering amusement. Doesn't happen every day, after all.

K'tor says quietly to Telinda, "You're going." He never stripped off his gear, not eally even noting the heat.

Telinda pokes her tongue out at K'tor, wiggling fingers in her ears at the Weyrsecond, "You canth make me!"

Jeuneth> I bespoke Tiarnath, Albanth, and Ceruth with << We'll look after her. But she'll go without you if you don't come with us... >>

K'tor asks N'all, "Do you need me to tie her up so you can get her up there? IN her state, she's liable to try to get off between."

Jeuneth> I bespoke Tiarnath, Albanth, and Ceruth with << And the bovines will get away. >>

Joslyn just gets up on her dragon, a giggle as she glances over to the other gold. "Just hold her," is the sage advice she offers N'all, gloves tugged on a little roughly but at least they're on.

N'all looks at Tiarnath and grins at K'tor, "I can handle this. Lummox, unruly weyrling drill." Ceruth immediately complies and rolls on his side, N'all straps Telinda in, "Right, upright, Ceruth." Ceruth rolls upright and N'all mounts.

N'all mounts Ceruth with a nimble and practiced motion, using a thoughtfully lowered forelimb. He nestles himself into his spot between two neckridges. From the ground, he all but disappears from the view.

You approach Jeuneth just as the Queen crouches for you, one foreleg bent to allow you an easier mount.

** Telinda climbs up Ceruth's lowered foreleg, nestling herself behind where the rider sits.

** K'tor runs his hands through his hair wearily, and mounts up on Albanth as well.

** K'tor pauses for a moment to rub Albanth's eyeridges and then steps onto his foreleg. With a boost from the bronze's snout, K'tor hauls himself into his accustomed seat with the aid of the fighting straps.

** Atop Ceruth, N'all pulls the flight straps taut about Telinda's waist and secures the buckle.

** From Ceruth's neckridge, N'all pulls the riding straps about his waist and buckles himself in place.

** On Ceruth, Telinda giggles and leans over, "Nicccce Ceruth, good Ceruth. Are youth playing in th'mud too?"

** Ceruth croons in the affirmative to Telinda.

** Ceruth takes to the sky above, leaving a swirl of sand behind.

** Jeuneth does likewise.

You take to the sky above.

** Albanth flies up from the beach below.

** Ceruth disappears into Between.

** Jeuneth disappears into Between.

Between

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

** Jeuneth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

** Albanth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

** Ceruth flies toward the broad Landing Field below.

** Tiarnath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

You soar to the broad Landing Field below.

Landing Field(#33RDJ$)

** Albanth soars over from the sky above.

** Tiarnath flies over from the sky above.

** K'tor slides recklessly down Albanth's hide, coming to rest safely on the ground. Albanth seems used to such antics and doesn't even bat an eyelid.

Deftly, you lower yourself to Jeuneth's bent foreleg, pausing a moment as your lifemate crouches to allow you easier access to the ground.

From astride Ceruth, N'all loosens the flight straps about Telinda's waist and releases the buckle, freeing Telinda to dismount.

Astride Ceruth, Carefully loosening the straps framing his waist, N'all unbuckles himself from the flight straps, preparing to dismount.

N'all nimbly slides out of his seat on Ceruth's neck, using a thoughtfully extended and lowered forelimb to land gently on the ground.

N'all gets down, quick.

N'all gets ready to catch Tel.

Jeuneth> I bespoke Tiarnath with << See? There's a big puddle over by the courtyard. Get it. >>

K'tor asks, "N'all, can you put her in bed? Josy and I will be there in a minute."

On Ceruth, Soon as those straps are undone, Telinda's sliding down Ceruth's neck to his foot, "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" is heard from the Weyrwoman as she does so.

N'all nods, "I can do that. Should i put her in the infirmary?"

Telinda uses Ceruth's lowered foreleg to assist herself in getting down. She joins you on the ground.

N'all neatly catches the sliding Telinda, and braces her upright with his arm.

K'tor shakes his head. "Faranth no. Her weyr.

N'all nods and does so.

Tiarnath peers and happily traipses over to the big puddle. Wings spread out, and then *splat*, down she comes.

Ceruth promptly follows.

Telinda staggers upright, "Drinth! Kath promised me!"

Joslyn raises a brow at K'tor - she doesn't remember saying that - but she just shrugs faintly and hangs around, laughing a little at Telinda's intoxication. "K'la - er, there's someone in th'infirmary she probably won't like much."

K'tor gives Telinda a strained smile. "I'll bring something, Telinda. I promise." Then he asks quietly, "Josy, council room, please."

Telinda shakes her head, and staggers off on her own, "Drinth! NOW!" and heads to the courtyard in a very zigzag line.

Joslyn lifts a brow at the request, glancing back to Telinda again a little helplessly. Who's going to be on her side if not Telinda? "Uhm, sure," she says, and leads the way promptly.

You walk over to the Western Weyrs.

You walk toward the Council Rooms.

K'tor walks over from the Western Weyrs.

K'tor shuts the door quietly behind him. He takes a moment, and a deep breath. then he says quietly, "Sit or stand, I don't care. But we have something to discuss."

Joslyn hangs out in the doorway, standing to necessitate a quick getaway, arms folded loosely. "Okay," is all she says, waiting for whatever it is with a tapping foot.

Jeuneth> Tiarnath senses that Jeuneth is almost amused by this. << She won't. Albanth's rider is not so threatening as he likes to pretend, Joslyn says. >>

K'tor's tone remains even and polite. "Josy, I don't care what you think of me. While K'laarn is incapacitated, I'm Weyrleader. Like it or not. I certainly don't. But the fact remains, you and I have to work together. We have Fall tomorrow. Telinda's not going to be in any shape to fly, and I'm grounding her now until I have a chance to sit down with the staff and the mind healers and evaluate her condition. Now, tell me now if you're going to support me or not." He leaves it to her decision.

Oh. It's business. In that case, Joslyn straightens up a little and tries to sound interested. "None of this REALLY matters to me, K'tor. If you want to be Weyrleader in K'laarn's stead, go right ahead. Telinda will be back on her feet in a day or two, and you two can work out the details. In the meantime, I won't bother you if that's what you're worried about. I trust in your abilities as a bronzerider to lead this Weyr in fall."

Little Tabby Kitten moves over from the Western Weyrs.

K'tor's even tone cuts through that. "I don't want to. I have to. And Telinda may not be back to normal. We'll see. Either you support me, or you don't. But the last thing the weyr needs right now is you working behind the scenes to undermine my authority. Understood?"

Little Tabby Kitten wanders in, plops down and begins licking its hind end.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child, K'tor. It's unnecessary and I won't stand for it," Joslyn informs coolly. "You'll have my support as Weyrleader, though I highly doubt it will matter. Telinda is a perfectly capable Weyrwoman, so you ought to plead your case to her if anyone." Pause. "Are we finished here?"

Sneaky Weyrling moves over from the Landing Field.

Little Tabby Cat pauses a moment, and looks up at the humans in unblinking unconcern before returning to the task of cleaning its belly, one leg spearing the air.

Sneaky Weyrling sneaks in, all stealthy like.

K'tor says quietly, "I am not finished, weyrwoman." He waits a few moments, and then says, "I am not asking for your approval. You misunderstand. All I ask is that you give me in public the same courtesy I give you." His tone indicates that it isn't a request. "And weyrwoman, knowing your penchant for gossip and the distorting of facts, I do not expect to hear anything of what went on at that tavern. If I do, you're grounded until I or K'laarn decide otherwise. I don't give a tunnelsnake's hind leg what you think of me. But I do care about the reputation of the weyr. Are we clear?"

Joslyn roll her eyes ceilingward and notes crisply, "YOU cannot ground me, would-be-Weyrleader. Telinda can, yes, but you cannot. And I certainly would like to see you talk Telinda into that one. Either way, I haven't got time to bother with you anymore. You'll have your facade of respect to cushion your poor ego. But, if you EVER address me in this tone again..." She has weapons.

K'tor's voice cuts sharply over the goldrider's. "As acting weyrleader I can indeed bar you from Fall. And I will if one whisper of this gets out. Do you understand me."

K'tor says "I may not have earned your respect, Joslyn, but you sure as flaming stone haven't earned mine."

"No," says Joslyn. "I don't understand you. I don't undertand what makes you think you're so all-fired important all of the sudden. I don't care about your respect and, to be quite honest, I have very little for you. But I'll pretend just so you don't have to get any more bent out of shape. And I shall also make QUITE certain Telinda understands that you think it's your place to manage her wing." Sweetly, "Are we finished, sir?"

K'tor shakes his head. "You don't get it do you. Sit down, Joslyn and think very hard. I know you have enough brains to get it in your head. *I'm* not important. The weyr and meeting Fall is. End of story. You pull another stunt like you did in the infirmary in front of everyone else, and just think about what will happen. I don't want this position and I sure didn't ask for it. K'laarn gave me no choice in the matter. Telinda may not be able to function as weyrwoman. And if she's not, it will fall to you or Remarra. So *focus* on that, and stop thinking about your petty squabbling and backbiting. You aren't important. I'm not important. The weyr and meeting Fall are. Maybe when you understand that, you'll see what I mean. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on her."

K'tor walks toward the Landing Field.