-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greenrider Gowns and Brownrider Briefs Date: March 18, 1998 Place: Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern Game: PernMUSH Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kassi's Note: A'lex is truly a worthy opponent in the game of prank- warring; no one has actually managed to really and truly horrify Kassi with a threatened prank before... until now. This log begins a bit abruptly, as I didn't grab the first section. To provide backdrop, Kassi and 'Lex were discussing Kassi's most recent trick, which involved spiking one of 'Lex's drinks with a certain purple dye; our heroine has seen fit to inform him that he shouldn't even *think* of getting revenge unless he wants to be staked out in the middle of the Bowl in women's clothing. Sound familiar? Our story begins with his reply.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Log: Talya blinks at Jayna, it's clear it's how she was brought up. Everyone is ma'am or sir. She looks solemnly at Kassima, then nods, "Yes ma.... Yes Kassima." Then she looks back down, reaching for another mend-item. A'lex nods, "'Sfine with me Greenrider, as long as you're staked out there beside me, dressed up in some equally Faranth-awful way. Just keep in mind that YOU started this one, so only you can end it, dearheart." He turns to the rest of the room, "And don't me ma'aming me either Talya, no matter what that Greenrider tells ye!" He winks again. "Yes sir.." comes the young girls' voice, before she hears what he said, and what she said. Blinkblink. Brown eyes stare at A'lex. Uncle was right, riders aren't sane. Kassima grins impudently at A'lex. "Oh, but m'dear fellow Wingsecond, you can't dress me up in any way that would be so hideous. I'm already a woman, remember, so what have I t'suffer by wearing a lass's get-up?" A'lex just laughs. "Sir is fine until you can actually REMEMBER my name, then I'll expect you to use it." With an equally impudent grin A'lex retorts to Kassima, "No, but you'd look cute in a pair of Mart's undergarments I'd think..." Jayna grins at Talya's expression. Hmm. Looks familiar. Like something she'd seen in a glass, oh, about two turns before. She shakes her head and takes another efficient row of stitches. Talya gives A'lex a look clearly stating he's 'sir' forever, and bends back down to her mending. Mending is good, mending is safe... Mending also sucks, but that's besides the point. Pierron looks up from his cooking to expound to you his opinions on the latest news. "Deplorable rumors, in my opinion. That A'lex gets weirder every day. Just recently, I heard him speaking about the undergarments of some brownrider at High Reaches--and I *don't* mean his weyrmate. I think it was the one that Thunderbolt Wingsecond and junior weyrwoman keep pestering. Wonder what could be up between those two, eh? That slugabout A'xe or whatever his name is... him and that Sionelle. Sat in here for AGES not sayin' a word to each other, and decidedly not looking at each other. You'd think the two were ex-weyrmates or something the way they DON'T talk. That A'xe boy even smiled at *ME*, and Faranth knows he's not one for my company. Masterminer Lily introduced Dawnslight's bronzerider D'ton to Mastersmith Encil, and believe it or not, it turned out that Encil was D'ton's father and the two of them were not at all on good terms! Seems that tiny Blue rider Asrai is quite a wildthing. Some drudges say K'nan was covered with bloody streaks when he emerged from the guest weyr after Cygnith caught his Veyath in a mating flight. Oh, Did you see? The weyrleader came in, the whole of his left side covered in ice and snow. Looks like he slipped and fell. Healers say that he's broken his arm. What an annoyance! One of the children broke my favorite mug." He sighs mournfully. "Yet another example of the irresponsibility of today's youth." Kassima just *gapes* at A'lex, then starts laughing just as madly as he was earlier. "And where d'you propose t'get a pair of *those*, m'fine young bronzer?" she wants to know. A'lex just shrugs with one of those knowing looks on his face. Kassima asks suspiciously, "You and Mart aren't carrying on or something, are you? I mean, I know Kena's been Searched and all, but I didn't think he swung *that* way...." A'lex raises an eyebrow and continues to smile, not saying a word. Kassima covers her head with her hands, shaking it in disbelief. "I would never have guessed it of you two! Nay wonder I've nay seen Nie about in awhile. I'm going t'have to ask Mart all about this...." This entire concept seems to strike her as a cross between horrifying and hysterically amusing, which makes her expression a rather odd one. Jayna whistles, finishing up a second shirt and biting off the thread. Oh, this can only get uglier. Very, very ugly. The potential for ugliness is almost unlimited. A'lex says "Channie and I are actually doing quite well... and nae, I've not been carrying on with Mart other than a game or two of Dragonpoker... he lost his shorts..." Talya doesn't look up. She doesn't understand all of this.... But she's heard stories. Is it true what they say about riders and their dragons? Don't ask, don't tell. The girl continues her careful sewing. Kassima's eyes really couldn't get much wider than this. "You played *strip poker* with him?" A pause. "Shells... I didn't know he even played strip poker. Will wonders never cease? Why did you *want* Mart's shorts, if'n I may ask you?" Jayna raises an eyebrow at the short-losing comment. Hmms. She wonders where this is going, and grins. A'lex shakes his head, "Nae, it's a figure of speech, you should know that. But if I were to, it would be to get them for YOU." Talya is scared to even think about it. Maybe the dragons will play strip pok.... no, don't even think it. "And... why d'you think I'd want a pair of Mart's shorts?" Kassi just can't help but ask. This conversation is like a terrible accident: it's too intriguing in its own horrible way to escape from, however you may want to. Jayna leans forward and whispers to Talya. "Don't worry. They're only like this most of the time." She smiles to show she's not serious. A'lex grins, "To wear to the next gather when I'm in one of your dresses, of course..." This is all happening in far to calm a voice. He's definately been sniffing ink... yup yup... Talya gives Jayna the 'look'. As in..... Loonie bin, I'm in a loonie bin! Nice loonie bin, but.... She looks at A'lex, then looks at Jayna, and can't help asking... "If he be wearin' her dress, and she be wearing Mort?'s shorts..... What's she gointa be wearin' wi' it?" she asks in what is meant to be a whisper. Meant, but not achieved. Ro says calmly "A'lex, you are too big to fit into one of Kassi's dresses." She doesn't even look up from her embroidery. A'lex just shrugs... amazing what vengance on the brain will do to a man. Jayna raises a hand. "Uh, not to be a bother, but I'd be glad to let one out for you," she volunteers. Helpfully. With an innocent smile. Kassima narrows her eyes at 'Lex, contemplative. "Let me get this straight. If'n I agree t'go to a Gather in Mart's underthings and m'usual festival gear, you'll attend in one of m'old dresses? And, you'll take care of procuring said underthings?" A'lex laughs, "OOOOH nonononono, in JUST Mart's underthings." Kassima shakes her head vigorously. "Oh, nay, 'Lex! Nay deal! You think I'd wander about a *Gather* in shorts, m'hair, and naught else? Sorry. Long as m'locks may be, I'd still get thrown out for indecency, and *that* would be bad for Weyr-Hold relations." Ro asks A'lex curiously "Does that mean you be wearin' nothin' but the dress, A'lex? But what if a dragon decides to snort at you?" Talya, mending forgotten, as it seems A'lex was serious, her brown eyes wide, goes from Jayna to Kassima to A'lex back to Kassima, then to Ro. Oh my.... Jayna laughs! She pushes back from the table and goes for the klah she never managed to pour. "Did you want a mug, Talya?" A'lex winks at Ro, "Then I'll have to get ye into them another way, dearheart." Kassima does beam at *that* thought. "Come t'think of it, I've a few short dresses that would work wonderfully for such an endeavor... but nay, nay. I won't humiliate m'self in public for the sake of seeing you in a dress when I can just doll you up in one while you're unconscious anyway. I'm certain Nie would be willing t'help me." Kassima's eyes *definitely* narrow at A'lex this time. She's not sure she even wants to know what he means--but, being a masochist... "What d'you mean, in another way?" A'lex shrugs, "Dunno yet, the opportunity's not presented itself now, has it?" Talya attempts to pull her gaze away from the duelling duo, and just manages a "No thank ye, ma'am." "I'm definitely going t'have t'be keeping m'eyes on you, bronzer," Kassima says firmly. "You've some evil, horrible mischief in mind. I just know it." A'lex bats his eyelashes, silver eyes a-glow, "Me?" Kassima waggles one long index finger at 'Lex, her green eyes nearly as dark with admittedly half-amused suspicion as his are bright. "Aye, *you*. Just keep in mind... that purple dye was the least of the things I could do t'you." Ro giggles at those words. A'lex's eyes still sparkle, but his voice takes on Nraith's deep Basso, "And it will be the NICEST thing I would do back." Then he spins and looks around the Cavern, "So, who's up for a snowball fight?" R'val walks here from the Inner Cavern. Pierron makes a thundering chopping noise as he annihilates a fingerroot. R'val wanders into the cavern, waving. Kassima just *snorts.* "As if'n I'd let you give me aught t'drink, ever? I'm always up for snow-fighting--but with you, and your mind bent on vengeance? I'm nay certain...." A'lex just grins. Talya doesn't answer the question, still mending, once she remembers about it, and that staring is rude. A'lex says "Then I guess I'll retire to my Weyr. Nie should be along soon..." Jayna bites her bottom lip, having absolute faith that what Kassi's said is true. She sniffs the klah. A bit weak, but she shrugs and pours a mug anyway. Kassima wrinkles her nose at A'lex. "What? Nay going t'sit and let me threaten you some more? Hrmph. You bronzers are nay fun." A'lex grins, "A Bronzer's mind isn't as used to ploting Evil as a Greenie's is... I need to rest it." With that, A'lex stands, "Good evening all." A'lex walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl. Kassima teases, "Weakling! Oh, fine, be that way. Clear ski--now, *how* did I know I was going t'miss like that?" Dragon> Nraith bespoke Lysseth with << My rider is rather smug, what did yours do to him? >> Jayna waves at R'val. "Evening! How are you tonight?" She takes her klah back to the sewing she's been working on, then hears Alex's challenge. "Snowballs?" Her eyes twinkle. "Well...being an old Bendenite, I think I might be in for a piece of that," she laughs. Lysseth> Nraith senses that Lysseth borrows one of Kassima's favorite expressions. << Shards if I know. I think it had something to do with brownrider underclothing. >> Dragon> Lysseth senses that Nraith finds that rather distasteful. Lysseth> Nraith senses that Lysseth does, too; nevertheless, in true green dragon fashion, she reminds you, << You *did* ask. >> Dragon> Nraith bespoke Lysseth with << This is true, next time, remind me not to. >> Taral wanders in. "Hello all." Taral walks over to the klah pot and pours himself a mug of klah. Ro nods to the boy and resumes her embroidery. Kassima looks decidedly amused, if still somewhat horrified, now that 'Lex has left. "I'd like t'see that lad explain t'Mart what he wants his underclothes for," she mutters. "Evening, Taral." Taral nods to Kassima. "What did I miss?" Taral notices R'val. "Ah, R'val. All recovered now?" R'val grins at Taral, "I certainly hope so." Kassima explains to Taral, "A'lex and I were just discussing the next round of our prank-war. He tried t'get me to agree t'go to a Gather in naught but Mart's underwear--and don't ask me *how* he got a pair of those; you don't want t'be knowing--if'n he would go dressed in one of m'old gowns." Taral wanders out. "Be right back." Jayna smiles at Taral, settling back down. She glances into Richenda's sewing basket. Hmmm. Still quite a few left. Jayna blinks and sips her klah. Too much sewing, obviously. Hmmm Talya bites off her thread as she finishes darning the bright purple sock. A blue fire-lizard suddenly blinks out of *between* in front of Kassi's face, clearly agitated. "Looks as though the spawnlings need me," the greenrider says, hastening to get to her feet. "I may be back later; if'n nay, g'deve and clear skies t'you all." You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.