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The Price of Being Fashionable
Date: February 28, 2000
Place: Great Hall of Southern Boll
Game: PernMUSH
Copyright Info: The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.
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Kassi's Note: It's well-known that Kassima, perhaps the luckiest
gambler this side of Bitra, is filthy rich--but this is probably the
first time she's given such a public display of that richness, and if
fate is kind, also the last. ;) Oh, well; what's nearly three-hundred
marks for a brownrider, a bronzerider, and a good cause? (Namely,
self-interest--though the flying leathers for Weyrlings probably count
as a good cause too. ;) Many thanks to Raimi, Nuala, and the other
organizers of the fashion show for all the fun we had, and thanks
likewise to Leya and I'sai for being such good sports and not killing
our heroine. :)
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The Log:
Public announcement: Dyane announces "G'evening! The WeaverHall Fashion
show is about to begin (+go sboll-gh). Pern's most beautiful and handsome
will be modeling the newest fashions to come out of the Hall. Be the first
to see the unveiling of the new Boll and Fort looks."
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane finds a seat near the runway, smoothing her skirts.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie smiles warmly as she sits back comfortably in her
seat. "Evening. I'm Celie."
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira finds a seat as well, smiling to those around her
as she settles in.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha quicly finds a seat and settles down ready fot
the show
SBoll Great Hall> Dione leans back too, "Well met, Celie." She smiles,
"This is my favorite gather event."
SBoll Great Hall> Celie ohs, looking about. "Is it? I must confess I
usually miss these things. I'm usually stuck mooning about in the
Harpercraft Pavilion."
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha sits down in an empty seat and looks around, then
watches the runway for activity.
SBoll Great Hall> Nilla ambles her way in from the courtyard and quickly
edges through the growing crowd to find a seat.
SBoll Great Hall> Dione chuckles, "Oh? I didn't know anyone could miss
this. Are you a harper then? I'm a crafter myself - Woodcraft."
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin makes her way over from the courtyard..
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven crosses his arms over his chest and watches from
the back of the room.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane waves, motioning for Lady Tillek to join her.
"Selchin! Wecome."
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira spots the young woman with the Bitran knot looking
for a seat and indicates a free one next to her. "There's a place here,"
she offers.
SBoll Great Hall> Eithan crosses to an empty chair, sliding into it and
peering nervously at the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie shakes her head, chuckling. "I'm Weyrsecond of Igen
Weyr. Used to be a harper... a long time ago."
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin slips quietly into the room, scanning the crowd.
She smiles and waves at Southern Boll's lady and makes her way to a seat
along the wall.
SBoll Great Hall> Fillaren sits quietly up front, peering curiously back
toward the runway curtain.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha smiles at the woman and wonders other "Thank
you" she hold out her hand "I'm Mirantha of Bitra "
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala steps up onto the runway from her spot on the side.
"Welcome everyone. We'll be starting now." She smiles graciously and bows
slightly at Dyane. "Thank you to lovely Southern Boll for letting us use
their Hall for our show. Our theme - Monsoon survivors and our hosting
hall, Southern Boll." She steps to one side, away from the curtain.
SBoll Great Hall> Dione looks surprised then laughs, "Oh, my! I've heard of
you then. K'tel - and Sayra, Taira, and Kenai - are my cousins." She hears
Nuala and hushes quickly to listen.
SBoll Great Hall> S'klin makes his way over from the courtyard..
SBoll Great Hall> S'klin ambles in.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira smiles, offering her hand in return, "Ofira, of the
Bakercraft." She shoos the apprentices and makes room for MirAntha.
SBoll Great Hall> Pelar makes his way over from the courtyard..
SBoll Great Hall> S'klin removes his riding helmet and shakes his hair.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie grins and turns her attention toward the runway in
polite attention.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha smiles kindly "Well meet Ofira"
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane smiles in reply to Nuala's comments, then glances
to see what creations ahve come about from the distaster of the peninsula.
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala says "Our first model this evening will be T'saren
of Telgar Weyr." She pauses and consults her hide before saying, "This
shirt was made with the wind in mind: alternating threads of lightest blue
and white sisal where woven into solid form, a mix of sky and clouds;
loose-flowing sleeves fall full from the shoulder and spread wing-like,
meant to be caught on a breeze, while a concealed ribbon draws the cuffs in
close at the wearer's wrist. The neckline is cut low and open, allowing for
a gentle fall of fabric which exposes a crescent of collarbone and neck.
Linen shorts cut loosely at the cuff to catch any stray breezes on the
beaches are the same blue as the threads in the shirt."
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods, "Well met," she agrees, and then turns to
look at the runway. "I hope I'll see something I like..." She quiets to
listen to the weaver narrating the show.
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin blinks in surprise and then smiles, seeing S'klin
arrive. She waves unobtrusively to catch his attention.
SBoll Great Hall> Nilla scoots to the edge of her chair and peers over a
couple of shoulders, eyes on the stage.
SBoll Great Hall> T'saren walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha looks at the marks bag at her side and grins "Me
too i nice new dress would be nice "
SBoll Great Hall> T'saren walks onto the runway, giving the crowd a teasing
smile as he struts down the platform's length. When he reaches the end, he
turns to one side and looks over his shoulder at the gathering of people,
cocking his hip to one side and running a hand through his midnight hair
seductively. After this little pose, he faces the crowd again squarely,
letting his right hand drop to his waist and using the left to tug open the
neckline of his shirt a bit, exposing the swath of curly black hairs on his
chest. With a final wink at one of the ladies near the platform, he steps
down to form the beginning of the line of models.
SBoll Great Hall> Pelar pulls up a chair in the back of the room
SBoll Great Hall> Dione oohs softly as T'saren comes out. She glances over
at Celie and grins, "See why I like this?"
SBoll Great Hall> S'klin sees Selchin subtly waving and return the wave and
smiles, somewhat nervously.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie grins and nods, giving the Telgar rider an
appreciative look. "Oh, my, yes..."
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane applauds, leaning over to murmur to Selchin. "I end
up spending many too many marks at these shows."
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods, studying the shirt on the bronze-rider turned
model. "I'd like to find a gift for my betrothed. And possibly something
for the handfasting. Well...that's certainly a nice looking shirt..." She
laughs and applauds.
SBoll Great Hall> Fillaren glances over at Dyane, and the Igen Greenrider,
grinning amusedly at their reactions.
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven just raises an eyebrow, and struggles not to laugh.
Not offencively mind you.
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha applauds the male model.
SBoll Great Hall> S'klin makes his way over to Selchin, trying not to be
obtrusive.
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin grins at Dyane and replies quietly,"I have
already warned the captian that this is a /buying/ trip."
SBoll Great Hall> S'klin steps on several spectators feet with his boots,
"Oh, terribly sorry. Oops, sorry there!". Clumsy.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha smiles "and a nice looking model "
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane laughs softly, giving Selchin an understanding
look. "That's where I have my luck ... I just have to carry things up the
stairs."
SBoll Great Hall> Eithan's eyes widen and he flushes upon seeing his design
modeled - he ducks his head a bit and applauds heartily for T'saren.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods, "T'saren of Telgar," she replies to MirAntha.
"I wonder who the other models are."
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha clapps along with the others "Hmm i don't know
many people form Tegar she whipers to Ofira
SBoll Great Hall> Dione joins the clapping, smiling, "Now who was that he
winked at?"
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin grins, her eyes following the progress of the
Telgar rider with amusement. She chuckles to Dyane,"I don't know where I'll
put mine, on the boat. There's not a lot of room."
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala says "Our next model is Leya, also of Telgar. Leya
wears a comfortable two piece pants outfit that is festive enough for any
warm weathered gather. The sisal material is a crinkled crepe that, despite
it's purposeful wrinkles, falls in gentle drapes upon Leya's figure and is
dyed a brilliant turquoise blue. Loose fitting, the short cotton tank top
has it's hem ripped into fringe-like strips that go up about a hand space,
giving fleeting glimpses of Leya's midriff as she moves. Knotted onto each
strip are five small wooden beads, painted vivid tropical colors that make
dainty clacking sounds when they bump into each other. Drawstring pants,
with more beads on the tie ends, can be worn low on the hips, as Leya is
doing, to show off a flat stomach and bellybutton. The pants flare out
immediately and give the appearance of a full skirt, breezily swaying
around Leya's slender ankles. Sandals with white wooden beads complete the
outfit."
SBoll Great Hall> T'saren blushes faintly at all the applause, but manages
not to fidgit in place *too* much. He's already been the subject of one of
these fashion shows, after all, so he withstands the attention with a smile
and a nod to those doing the clapping.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods, "I lived there for a good many turns." She
glances at MirAntha's knot. "Have you always lived at Bitra? I was born
there." She turns back to watch the next model.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane murmurs, "We can always ask a kindly rider to do
some deliveries, eh?" She hushes as Nuala speaks again.
SBoll Great Hall> Leya walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane applauds, nodding approvingly as the outfits are
revealed. "Very nice. Will do very well in the Bollian heat." she says
softly to no one in particular.
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha claps again, murmuring to no one in particular.
"I like that one..."
SBoll Great Hall> Leya blinks and her eyes widen as she sees all the people
watching, but she takes a deep breath, smiles and walks down the runway. As
she walks her hips begin to swing just the tiniest bit. She grins at the
people she recognizes in the crowd, turns around slowly so that everyone
can fully appreciate what she's wearing. She stands facing the audience for
a few more moments, then steps down and joins the other model.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira applauds and says critically to her companion, "Not
for me, that one. More for a younger woman. The model is lovely though."
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven applauds as well with a grin, at the model and her
flowing garb, he approves of this one.
SBoll Great Hall> Dione smiles widely as Leya comes out, clapping for the
former Woodcrafter, "Now that's an outfit!"
SBoll Great Hall> Celie purses her lips thoughtfully. "It is, indeed. I
wouldn't mind wearing something like that."
SBoll Great Hall> Fillaren smiles and applauds for Leya.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha Turns to Ofira "That is nice " she says pointing
to Leya
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha says "i use to live near Benden"
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods to MirAnthana, "I lived for a time at Benden
Weyr. Before I left for Telgar."
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala says "Also from Telgar, J'var is our next model."
Another glance at her hide. "Breeches of deep cornflower blue, cut to hang
around the hips tightly end in cuffs just below the knees. Since the fabric
is so sheer, there is an additional undergarment in thicker fabric to be
worn under the breeches. The waist is trimmed with brown leather draw
strings. A brief shell of loosely woven fish-net in blue doesn't hide any
of J'var's well-muscled chest."
SBoll Great Hall> J'var walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane's brow lifts slightly at the outfit but the smile
is wide. "Very nice indeed."
SBoll Great Hall> Celie whistles low under her breath. "We definately need
some of those at Igen..."
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira gazes intently at the next model, smiling faintly,
"Very nice. Those breeches are a bit complicated...but I do like the top.
Probably not practical for the Benden Hold weather," she sighs.
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha grins and glances over at Celie. "They are nice
arn't they." she says, winking.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie nods enthusiastically. "/Very/ nice."
SBoll Great Hall> Alysia skirts the crowd, watching the models,
occasionally jotting down a few words on a scrap of hide, clapping when
appropriate.
SBoll Great Hall> J'var swaggers out in all his glory, grinning rather
widely. Taking his time to allow everyone to get a good look at the outfit
that shows him off so very well, he lets his eyes meet those of most every
female in the room. He is hot sheep- see him roar. A pause at the end of
the runway as slowly he turns in a tight circle, he ends it with a bow
(nice view from behind, eh?) and steps off to join his fellow models.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha twist her mouth as if she's not in agreemeant
"hmm i don't like them "
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven grins at the responses of the females to this model.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira smiles, "He does know how to wear them well - no?"
she asks MirAntha, "Don't you think they'd look fine on the young man of
your choice?"
SBoll Great Hall> Fillaren grins bemusedly at J'var's swagger, but applauds
nontheless.
SBoll Great Hall> Leya eyes J'var, and what he's wearing, She mutters to
J'var, "... think you... that... too much," she says quietly.
SBoll Great Hall> Dione murmurs to Celie, as she claps, "I like that
color."
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha eyes follow the male model gose back behind the
stage. She clas loudly
SBoll Great Hall> Celie hmmms and tilts her head slightly. "Color? Oh,
yes...it is a nice color."
SBoll Great Hall> J'var grins even more, his eyes picking out various
appreciative females in the crowd. He mutters to Leya, "Sharding..."
SBoll Great Hall> Dione giggles at Celie's response.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha shakes her head "Hmm no i wouldn't like them on
anyone really "
SBoll Great Hall> Leya chuckles softly, "You would." She raises an eyebrow
as takes in his shirt, that is not much of a shirt, shakes her head, then
looks expectantly back at the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala waits for J'var to step off the runway before
continuing, "Aine, a local rider from Fort, is our next model - the first
of our swimwear line. This two piece bikini is brightly colored, and cut to
reveal almost all of Aine to the sun. The top portion is simply two
triangles of cloth sewn over a lime green cord, making them slidable. A
matching cord joins the top points to tie around the neck. The triangles
are three strips of different colors joined together. The triangular strips
closest to each other are bright lime green, the middle strips a medium
blue and outer strips a deep purple. The bottom is a simple pair of panties
in matching colors. The back is blue, and most of the front is purple, save
for a blue strip diagonally across the middle darting down between the
legs, and a lime green triangle that meets the side seam."
SBoll Great Hall> Aine walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Aine steps out a bit tentatively. A deep breath and she
affects a swagger down the runway, hips swinging for effect. If she's going
to do this, she's going to do it well. She pauses at the end of the runway,
turns a quarter of the way, another quarter, hand on her hip, finishes the
turn, then sashays back up the runway and off to join the other models.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira eyes J'var, "Off might be better," she murmurs, and
then laughs, "And me, nearly a married woman." She turns her attention to
the next outfit. "I wonder if I could get away with that," she says of the
bikini, thoughtfully.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane applauds, eyeing the bikini thoughtfully. She gives
herself a quick look, sighs as she mutters something about eating less then
makes a note of a future purchase.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha laughs "You too, i wouldn't mind buying him "
SBoll Great Hall> Fillaren whistles softly and applauds more
enthusiastically!
<Weavers> Raimi considers auctioning off models next time...
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha smiles and claps, although she frowns a bit.
"mmmmm...prolly not.."
<Weavers> T'saren woowooos! Could be fun.
<Weavers> Mirala has always WANTED to be auctioned. I'll volunteer. ;)
<Weavers> Leya giggles.
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven whistles absentmindedly at the model in
appreciation, and claps... then stops abruptly reolizing belatedly he had
whistled.
<Weavers> Doran says, "Me too! ;)"
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha looks at the female wishing she could look that
good in a bikini, not that she every warn one "Hmm i love that "
<Weavers> Raimi grins and grins as the great Weaver mind starts to turn and
turn.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira glances down at her hips and sighs, "Maybe
something one piece..." she mutters.
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala watches Aine step off with a smile, then continues.
"Dela, one of our very own Weaver apprentices is up next. Dela wears heavy
work pants of a durable cotton, dyed a deep blue. They are designed to fit
their wearer's hips tightly, snug against the skin, the legs flairing out
again about the ankles to the same size of the waist. The waist band falls
just below the navel, tying off with a lace that threads through about 6
inches of close together eyelets. There is a decorative strip of cloth sewn
down the outsides of the legs, an embrodered design covering it's length
with diamond shapes of various colors. A skin colored bikini top is tied on
as a top, and her feet are bare."
SBoll Great Hall> Dela walks down the runway.
<Weavers> Rolan is willing to be sold this time. "after all the models go
the audiance can buy the outfit...and get the model too"
SBoll Great Hall> Dela strolls out onstage, her bare feet patting along the
runway. She sways her hips temptingly, an impish smile on her face, which
is slightly tilted down. Her kneelength hair sways around her, the curls
entangled with flowers. In the lights her top is the color of her skin, and
looks almost like it's not there. She stops at the end of the runway,
spinning around and jutting one hip out toward the audience, the designs on
her pants showing as she whips her hair out of the way. She does the same
with the other hip to the other side, and then twirls, and joins the rest
of the models.
<Weavers> Mirala cackles at Raimi. You all are as evil as the Bakers.
Fabulous. ;)
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Yeah, Nu, announce at the end that the models are
for sale. :)"
SBoll Great Hall> Dione hmms, appreciatively, "I wonder if that'd hold up
on a hike..."
<Weavers> Dela eyes Mirala "Of course we are! We plan to take over the
world! :P
<Weavers> Nuala laughs. Ok.
<Weavers> Rolan says, "Yay! Can models buy other models?"
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane murmurs to Lady Tillek. "That I think I want to
buy."
<Weavers> Mirala grins at Dela. Good people, good people.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Enough marks will by anything."
SBoll Great Hall> Celie shakes her head. "I'm not so sure that it
would...but I don't think it was designed for hiking."
<Weavers> Kassima aaaacks. Kassi will probably faint when she hears
that. ;)
<Weavers> Dela eyes Raimi from inside her Armoire.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha says "there nice"
SBoll Great Hall> Dione says "Well, she did say they were work pants...I'd
get a different top, of course."
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin sighs longingly, her eyes on the lovely clothes.
She nods in agreement with Dyane and murmurs,"I told the captain I would
meet him, but I look forward to seeing you later." She stands and quickly
scoots to the back of the room and out of the way, making her way to the
door.
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha smiles. "Maybe the pants..." and applauds,
thinking.
<Weavers> T'saren sneaks off to go to his meeting elsemu*. Thanks for the
great Fashion Show, Raimi. :)
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods, "Those are really lovely, but I never wear
pants," she mentions to MirAntha.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie scratches a cheek. "My work clothes tend to be made
of wherhide..."
<Weavers> Raimi hugs T'saren. Thank you!
SBoll Great Hall> Selchin steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha hmms "I would they'll be handy for cleaning in "
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven's jaw drops as Dela walks out, he quickly applauds
and fixes his expression. Hes never seen such amazing hair.
<Weavers> T'saren hugs back. Any time, especially if there's an auction
involved. ;)
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Too bad you gotta leave. We'll sell you next
time. :)"
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala says "Weaver Journeyman Doran is up next. His
comfortable tunic is a loose linen bearing a strong resemblence to the
off-white of a ship's sail, providing a cool covering for the warmer
climates around Southern Boll. For protection from the high winds common to
tropical locations during the storm season, he wears a lightweight crushed
wehrhide jacket dyed a satin black. It is fully functional as well as
fashionable His trousers are a loose fitting pair of medium weight linen
dyed in a mottled fashion with the greyish hues of sun dried driftwood.
Thick hide soled sandals strapped to his feet with wide leather straps add
the finishing touch for a warm and reasonable form of footware upon the
beaches. Easy on, easy off. This outfit was handcrafted by Journeyman Doran
himself, a frequent visitor to the beaches around Boll and the
Weaverhall."
SBoll Great Hall> Dione smirks at Celie, "I have to hike through Boll's
jungles in the heat. Wherhide would kill me."
SBoll Great Hall> Doran walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Strolling out with assured steps and his eyes locked on
the audience. Doran struts to the end of the runway and locks eyes with a
young girl from the Hold and quirks an eyebrow. With a flashy flip of his
shoulder length hair, he turns clockwise and comes full circle displaying
his outfit.
His hair an intentionally wild mess of light brown hair flaying this way
and that, Doran looks positively wild. His tanned face set in a slight
smile, he's obviously enjoying himself and the attention of those around
him.
His tunic is a loose linen bearing a strong resemblence to the off-white of
a ship's sail, providing a cool covering for the warmer climates around
Southern Boll. For protection from the high winds common to tropical
locations during the storm season, he wears a lightweight crushed wehrhide
jacket dyed a satin black. It is fully functional as well as fashionable
His trousers are a loose fitting pair of medium weight linen dyed in a
mottled fashion with the greyish hues of sun dried driftwood.
Thick hide soled sandals strapped to his feet with wide leather straps add
the finishing touch for a warm and reasonable form of footware upon the
beaches. Easy on, easy off. This outfit was handcrafted by Journeyman Doran
himself, a frequent visitor to the beaches around Boll and the Weaverhall.
Placing his hand on his hips under his jacket as he spins he winks to the
cute little holder girl, he gives a quick spin and struts back off the
runway running his hand through his hair as he steps down.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane applauds again, giving the weavers a smile.
SBoll Great Hall> Celie chuckles. "I can imagine. But flying in that outfit
would likely see me freeze to death."
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira nods at this next outfit, "I like that one very
much. Very appropriate for a trip to Southern..."
SBoll Great Hall> Doran enters the backstage area.
SBoll Great Hall> Dione claps for the weaver then nods to Celie, "Maybe
with that shirt but more feminine."
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha smiles at Doran walks down "Hmm i'll have him
to" she claps, "Yes it would look good on some one i know !"
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira grins at MirAntha, "Shopping for men or for
clothes?" she teases.
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha claps for the cute male model and glances around.
"Celie...could you see Zeke in that?"
<Weavers> Raimi wonders if we shouldn't offer the models now? :)
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala watches Doran step off and turns to smile at the
audience. "Master Baker Mirala is our next model. Soft mellow hues of
tie-dyed linen greet your eyes as you look upon the model that walks down
the runway. She wears a tee shirt of normal design, the short sleeves
coming to end just above her elbow, and the collar, a soft scallop with
soft cotton edges. The colors of the shirt swirl in broad bands of faded
pastels, blues and pinks and pearls mostly, and the shirt is tucked into a
pair of short trousers. These shorts are made of a khaky material, stiff
and very similar to canvas. They end mid thigh, having been turned up to
give a nice cuff to the legs, and are of uniform color. The front is
complete with a iron zipper, courtesy of the smith craft, and a small
wooden button to keep it closed at the top. This outfit comes complete with
a string of beads, made of polished iron-wood that glisten in the light,
and a pair of wherhide boots that end just above the ankle, cuffed in
darker, brown suede, and long grey socks which have been pushed down around
the cuff. It was designed by Master Weaver Lilian."
SBoll Great Hall> Celie hmmms. "What they really need to do is figure out a
way to make wherhide fashionable." She glances over at Tabitha and laughs.
"In a minute, Tabitha. I don't think you'd have to twist his arm very hard,
either."
SBoll Great Hall> Mirala walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Mirala strides slowly onto the runway, her expression
wistful and dreamlike, hands stuck carelessly in the pockets of the shorts.
She sways down the platform, her shirt rippling lightly with the movement.
She reaches the end of the runway and poses, grinning down at the crows.
She turns slowly, toying with the beads around her neck. Looking out at the
space above the crowd, she completes the turn, pulling the beads off to
swing around her finger. She slides her way back down the runway, thrusting
back her shoulders, and disappears backstage.
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Want me to make a little announcement that the
models will be auctioned off for gather dates at the end?"
SBoll Great Hall> Dione looks over at Tabitha and gives her a friendly
smile. She leans back again, watching Mirala, "Oh! I like that."
<Weavers> Raimi nods. "Yes...go for it.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha nods her head "Hmm there nice and easy to wear
"she comments
<Weavers> Leya says, "Would this be a suprise for the models?"
<Weavers> Kassima considers having Kassi buy J'var. Just to give him a
coronary. ;)
<Weavers> Rolan says, "any men out there to bid?"
<Weavers> J'var snickers. That'd do it, Kassi. ;)
<Weavers> Raimi grins....Well...we have been discussing it.
<Weavers> Mirala bobs her head hyperly.
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven slips out the door, silently.
SBoll Great Hall> Kiven steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
SBoll Great Hall> Dyane applauds, "Very nice."
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala grins as she looks over her models. "Just a note.
We'll be auctioning our models off for gather dates at the end of the
show." She winks and laughs at some of the surprised looks.
<Weavers> Leya says, "So Leya can't look all panicky at the announcement?"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Go ahead. Look panicky."
SBoll Great Hall> J'var wears one of those surprised looks. After a moment,
he rallies, and calls, "Not sure you'll have room for all the marks after
-I- go up on the block!" He's joking, of course. Probably.
SBoll Great Hall> Dione grins at Nuala then looks at T'saren appraisingly,
"Hmm."
<Weavers> Kassima pssts. "Quick! Leya! Follow me. We'll dig an escape route
under the runway with spoons." ;)
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha giggles at Celie. "Probably right." and smiles at
Dione. "Hello....the name's Tabitha. Igen's Duties."
<Weavers> Raimi takes away the spoons...
SBoll Great Hall> Leya's smile suddenly disappears and she turns to stare
Nuala. She blinks, then looks back at the other models, mouthing, 'What?!'
<Weavers> Shylana uses a hairpin to help the other two with the tunnel...
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha grins "Oh yes nice one " she turns to Ofira
"That's just made my turn "
<Weavers> Raimi lets the hairpin go...how far can they get with that?
<Weavers> Leya giggles, takes off a sandel and digs with that.
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala snickers behind her hide and eyes the next model's
clothing description as she tries to compose herself.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Weren't you barefoot, Leya?"
<Weavers> Mirala hmphs and places bets on who gets the highest marks.
<Weavers> Kassima uses her fire-lizards! That's the ticket! This is some
sort of cosmic justice for Kassi buying I'sai, isn't it? ;)
<Weavers> Leya says, "Nope. I have sandels."
<Weavers> Mirala grins.
SBoll Great Hall> Nilla snickers at J'var's remark and merely shakes her
head. She certainly couldn't afford him. Maybe a toe... or a lock of hair.
Although, they probably won't be sold piecemeal.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Darn"
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala says "Our next model is Rolan, one of the Sebring
Traders. Heavy black boots cover his feet and seem to have seen some
serious wear. Tucked into the boots are faded black denim trousers. There's
a jagged tear in the knee of one leg that shows off the tanned skin
beneath. His torso is draped in two layers. The lower layer is a loose
black tunic that hangs, untucked past his hips. The bottom hem is straight
and simple, and the neckline is round. Over that tunic is a second one,
this one made of flannel. It possesses the only color to brighten the
outfit. A bright, but dark blue is the base color. Overlain in a plaid
pattern are thin stripes of black and white. It remains unbuttoned and open
so the black tunic underneath can be seen. A worn spot on one elbow shows
that the black tunic is short-sleeved. Weaver Ashyn designed this outfit."
SBoll Great Hall> Rolan walks down the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira applauds enthusiastically for Mirala, "Well done
Baker!" she calls. She sits back to watch the next model.
<Weavers> Leya says, "Leya's FLs work along side Kassi's. :)"
SBoll Great Hall> Dione tears her attention from T'saren and smiles back at
Tabitha, "Well met, Tabitha. I'm Dione. Woodcraft and Boll's duties." She
hears Rolan's name and looks back at the runway.
SBoll Great Hall> Dela enters the backstage area.
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha looks at Ofira "Did you know her"
SBoll Great Hall> Aine crosses her arms and starts to look uncomfortable at
the announcement. She sighs, but looks a tad resigned as she rolls her eyes
and whispers to the model next to her.
SBoll Great Hall> Mirala enters the backstage area.
SBoll Great Hall> Schmitt makes her way over from the courtyard..
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira smiles and nods to MirAntha, "She's one of my
Bakers. I've known her for turns. Very talented young woman."
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha nods "Is she "
SBoll Great Hall> Pelar digs in his pouch and counts his marks. A smile
spreads across his face at the total.
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha smiles at Dione and sits back. "Very nice." she
claps for Rolan.
SBoll Great Hall> Schmitt peeks in. Oh, Faranth, a crowd. She skirts the
back wall nervously, finding a nice secluded spot to lurk in.
SBoll Great Hall> Rolan walks out, smiling that sparkling 'of course you
want to buy this' smile he uses for trading deals. He strides slowly and
confidently down the runway making eye contact with those in the audience.
he gets to the end of the walk and pauses, standing still a moment, then
turns holding his arms out slightly. He returns to facing the front and
pausing again, sends an extra sparkle throught his eyes and then turns and
walks over to join the other models.
SBoll Great Hall> Aidan makes her way over from the courtyard..
SBoll Great Hall> Ofira chuckles, "And Rolan's looking good as well."
SBoll Great Hall> MirAntha agrees "Yes he dose "
SBoll Great Hall> Tabitha looks over and holds up one hand to Schmitt, then
pats the seat next to her. "Schmitt.." she whispers. "Over here if you
want."
SBoll Great Hall> Nuala says "Another Telgarian is our next model, Kassima.
First noticeable in Kassi's ensemble is the sky blue wrap-robe: fastened
just above the rider's midriff, it flows from straps that leave shoulders
bare to just above the sable cuffs of clunky ankle-boots, shifting and
billowing with the slightest movement of either wind or wearer. A black
tank top peeks through above and below robe's brief juncture, disappearing
into a wrap of sapphire cloth cut to accomodate a second-trimester
pregnancy. Beyond its hem, snug pitch shorts reach to mid-thigh, with a
series of argent hooks striping the front of each side--more for show than
purpose, meant to lead the eye towards the long, still-slim legs beneath. A
half-sleeve of robe-material embraces each forearm, with a dark ribbon tied
above that on the left."
[Editor's Note: Yes, people who play Final Fantasy VIII might just
recognize that outfit. ;) ]
You leave the backstage area of the runway.
Schmitt checks out Tabitha's seat for a long moment. Well. It'll do. She
sneaks, as much as she can for as tall as she is, over to it.
Ofira applauds Kassima loudly.
Dione watches Kassima for a few moments then comments - quietly - to Celie,
"All these Telgar riders. Why aren't you Igenites up there?"
Dyane applauds Kassi.
Aidan enters the backstage area of the runway.
Kassima cannot, simply cannot be said to strut, but her pace is casually
measured for all that--with just enough of a sway to cause the long train
of her robe to billow behind her. Reaching the runway's end, she halts for
a moment, poised mid-motion. No, she doesn't flutter her lashes or leer or
any such thing. This is *Kassi*, for Faranth's sake. She does, however,
offer the room her brightest smile and a single twirl to show off her
costume in its swirling entirety. Another pause, another pose before she
glides back to start, her skip down to the gathering of models below from
thence accompanied by the clunk of heavy boot-soles against stairs.
MirAntha looks surpriseds at she sees Kassim "I know her i think "
J'var hisses softly. "It really is not fair that I'll be picturing her
looking like that every time she assigns dawn sweeps," he murmurs, mostly
in Leya's direction.
Celie glances at Dione, then back at Kassima and her outfit. "You'd have to
tie me up to get me into an outfit like that..."
Leya grins and claps for her Wingleader as she appears on the runway.
Dione laughs at Celie's reply, "Where's your sense of adventure? You know,
I did this once. It was several turns ago now."
Tabitha applauds for Kassima and looks at Schmitt. "Think Myn might like
that one?"
Celie chuckles. "My sense of adventure only crops up on rare occasions,
thankfully. Usually when Urieth is about to soar skyward with half the
dragons in the weyr giving chase."
Leya looks over J'var, a little bit of worry still visible in her eyes, but
she smiles wryly. "Is that so awful?"
Alysia looks up from her writing and boggles at the model's outfit,
mouthing an apprecitive 'wow'
MirAntha hmms anf trys to picture her self in it "I'm bagging that outfit"
she claps loudly
Dione looks amused, "I suppose that would be enough for anyone."
Schmitt makes a face, "I dunno," she mumbles, "It's sort of..odd," she
temporizes.
J'var tilts a hand back and forth. "Only if making moon eyes at her when
I'm in trouble will result in little bits of me scattered around the Weyr."
Nuala says "Another of the weaver's own is our next model, Shylana. Soft
pale blues, the color of the sky on a cloudless day form a canvas weave
material into a sundress, the seams fitting it snugly to the wearers body,
forming a softly movable dress that can be worn for any occaision. The
thing that makes this particular one special is a loose shortsleeved
overlay made of a sheer palest ice blue material, almost invisble against
the skin. The hem falls a scant few inches below the sundress, and while
the sundress' top is straight across the mid-chest and below the shoulder
blades, this overly has a contrasting scoop neck, the lines of the sundress
forming a tangent to the curve of the overlay's collar. A glittering
thread, too small to be seen without a viewing lens, has been woven into
the sheer material. The overall effect is a glittering sheen as the wearer
turns and moves."
Shylana walks down the runway
Kassima gives J'var a *look* that assures that yes, indeed it will.
Celie nods. "It usually is. But I tend to be more conservative than most."
Dyane applauds again. "Definatley need that one." she murmurs.
Shylana walks on the stage, smiling shyly, a habit that was supposedly
broken a long time ago. But a look of determination crosses her face and
she holds her head up high and walks gracefully down the runway. Her hips
don't swing... that would look a little odd on someone who doesn't have
any... At the end she turns, the dress shimmering around her as she does
so. She looks over her shoulder at the crowd and turns again before
stepping down to join the other models.
Leya can't help but giggle at that, then at Kassi's look. She doesn't trust
herself to say anything though.
Dione applauds for Shylana, eyeing her dress thoughtfully.
MirAntha says "What do you think of that one ofira"
J'var clears his throat, looking sheepish. "See, Leya? Bad thing."
Ofira smiles, "I like that one very much, though perhaps in a different
color. Do you like it?"
Tabitha glances at the runway and applauds for Shylana. "I like that one
myself."
Leya sadly shakes her head, though the wide smile on her face doesn't quite
match. "So sad. So very sad."
MirAntha says "Yes i do but i can't buy every thing"
Schmitt shivers, "But they're all dresses."
Ofira nods, "Well, so far, I think it's just the shirt that I want. That
one we saw first."
Tabitha looks at Schmitt, "Yea, but how often have you seen me wear
pants?"
MirAntha says "yes i 'ed the dress on Kassima and the second out fit"
Nuala says "Dela is our next model. We just can't get enough of her." She
winks. "Dela wears fashionable wherhide, a nice change from the usual
bundle that wherhide is. Tight pants lace down the legs from the waist
band, tying off in bows over short boots. A tank top of wherhide is covered
with a short jacket to minimize bulk, and maximize coverage. A slip on hood
of leather is designed to cover the head and face, with slits for the eyes
and mouth, but the nose is covered. A little pouch on the back holds her
hair and can be extended for any length of hair. Small patches of embrodery
decorate the sleeves of the jacket and the straps of the tank top, southern
flowers in full bloom. The bootheels are slightly elevated, leaning an
extra swagger to the hips. Matching gloves with flowers around the cuffs
finish off the outfit."
Dela walks down the runway
A hooded and completely covered woman strolls out onstage, her feet covered
in short boots which dissappear under her pants. Her entire body is coverd
in wherhide, designed to avoid the horrors of thread. She sways her hips
suggestively, and rips off the hood, spilling her hair down her back,
revealing her identity as Dela. Turning to reveal the outfit to everyone,
she removes teh jacket, showing off the tanktop, and places the gloves in
the pocket, and turns to join the models again.
Dione blinks at this outfit, "There's your wherhide, Celie..."
Celie raises an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Faranth's toenails..."
Fillaren blinks and stares at the new model. "Oh, my. That's unique..."
J'var's jaw drops, and he stares at the runway. "Mine. All mine." His
fingers twitch. "Gimme."
Tabitha grins at Schmitt. "Is that what your looking for?"
Schmitt makes a face at this one, and wiggles uncomfortably on her chair.
"Shards, no," she gasps.
Dyane blinks a few times and breathes softly. "Wow."
Ofira leans forward, "I might change my mind about the pants," she murmurs.
"If I could look like that."
Alysia stays silent, but the look on her face echoes the words of the
others.
Leya gives J'var a sideways look, "Close your mouth, J'var. You're
drooling," she teases.
Celie purses her lips and leans back, arms crossing over her chest. "I'm
not sure it would be all that functional but...wow, would it turn heads!"
MirAntha nods "Yes it make you sick there all so pretty "
J'var closes his mouth, wiping it with the back of his hand automatically.
Nuala smiles approvingly out at the audience. "Mirala is back again for
'nother go 'round as well. Her white one-piece swimsuit is a real
eyecatcher. The soft shimmery material clings to Mirala's skin, or what
little of it it covers. A V of material splits from between Mir's legs,
narrowing to little more than strings, then widening to cover her breasts,
and then narrowing again as it crosses the shoulders. The strings in the
back join to the 'panties' part of it, which is really just a widened
extension of the end of the V. The overall effect is an almost complete
revealing of all her skin, save for the private areas. This suit leaves
nothing to the imagination. Dela would be the one responsible for this
one." She grins.
Mirala walks down the runway
Mirala slides onto the stage, arms crossed, clad in what seems to be only
an apron. She slinks forward, her face trained into a sultry pout, lashes
batting, and drops her arms to swing them breezily in time with the music.
She poses once, hand on her hip, and pulls the apron off swiftly, revealing
the skin-tight swimsuit underneath. She twirls it, then flings it out into
the hall, as she resumes strutting down the platform. The lights catch the
shimmer of the tight fabric as she moves, turning her head to pose
dramatically every few paces. When she reaches the end of the runway, she
thrusts her chest out, runs both hands down her shimmery sides, then tosses
her hair coyly, licking her lips. She turns on her heel, and looks over her
shoulder to wink seductively at the crowd, her expression melting into a
slow grin. Then she trots back up the runway, swaying her hips, and steps
down to join the other models.
Leya giggles, bites her lip and looks back at the runway.
Ofira laughs and whistles, "Looking good Mirala! Don't let me catch you
wearing that around the training center!"
Rolan shudders and covers his eyes.
Dela enters the backstage area of the runway.
Schmitt blinks, blinks again, and then finds the wherewithal to close her
mouth.
Mirala grins over at Ofira from her place by the models.
Dyane chuckles.
Dione laughs at Celie, "I'd like to see those expressions." She looks at
Mirala and shakes her head, amused still, "I can't see myself in that
either."
MirAntha laughs at Ofira
Fillaren whistles at Mirala and applaudss enthusiastically for her!
J'var shakes his head slowly, his eyes following Mirala. "I may never leave
here."
Eithan's arm goes up, and he catches Mirala's flung apron. If possible, his
face flushes an even darker red, holding the baker's apron in one hand.
Celie raises both eyebrows at Mirala. "And she bakes, too. That's the scary
thing."
MirAntha applaudss enthusiastically for Ofira friend
Nuala says "Weaver Journeywoman Aidan is our next model. Aidan is wearing a
long loosely woven sweater, one obviously not made for warmth. The weave
reminds one of spinner's webs, with a pattern that seems random but has
continuity and form that pleases the eye. Only the top button of the snowy
material is clasped. Beneath it, through the sweater, the red top can be
clearly seen, the color matching the woman's fiery hair. The top, a
strapless tube of material tight to the skin, is cut off at the midriff, an
embroidered border of white along the bottom edge. Jet black jeans that hug
the body start at a matching white border at the waist. The canvas material
ends mid-thigh, changing to red sisal matching the top. Over the sisal
white spinner's webs have been embroidered. The jeans material returns at
the knee, ending again below the knee in another section of white webs over
red sisal, before the jeans continue again. Finally, a wide hem of the
returning pattern completes the effect."
Leya blinks as she takes in Mirala, and what's wearing, which trutch be
told, isn't much. "Oh my..." She shakes her head, "I could never wear
that." She rolls her eyes at J'var, reaching out to wap him lightly in the
side. "You're terrible."
Aidan walks down the runway
Schmitt slinks down in her chair, "Oh, Faranth, I'll never be able to go
back to my weyr again." She's bright red.
Ofira smiles, "That's a nice one too," she says of Aidan's outfit. "Maybe
not too practical...but very attractive."
Mirala leans back against the wall, one leg propped up against the wall. "I
just hope we get a cut of those auction marks," she grins.
Rolan looks over and asks quietly "Aidan's modling? Heh, guess so."
applauds
Aidan walks out and moves forward, turning around when she gets to the
front to show the complete outfit.
Fillaren grins back at Ofira. "This is a fashion show. Whoever said
anything about practical?"
Dione's brows go up, "I don't know how bakers do it...Shells, that's
bright. I like it."
J'var snickers, pretending to duck away from Leya. "Did you really expect
aught else from me, darlin'?"
Ofira smiles at the steward, "Well, that's true," she agrees. "And I
suppose that there are times that we all want to dress up."
MirAntha smiles at Fillaren "i agree"
Kassima manages to stop looking traumatized by the latest outfits long
enough to hiss to J'var and Leya, "--Did she say *auction marks*?"
Mell lets out a catcall at Aidan's entrance!
Tabitha applauds for the models, grinning and shaking her head. She looks
at Schmitt and asks, "What's the matter?
J'var nods toward Kassi with a grim smile. "We're all being sold,
apparently, after the show." He watches carefully for her reaction.
Leya smiles and shakes her head at J'var, "No, not really. Doesn't keep me
from being nauseated though," she says sardonicly.
Aidan smiles at Mell and turns once more for the viewers, before turning
and leaving the runaway.
Schmitt gestures weakly towards the baker with one flapping hand. She
mutters to herself, "... roommate.... if... wore... here... and,... my."
Tabitha smiles and nods, then waits to see fi there's any more models
around?
Shylana tilts her head curiously at the mention of being sold and shurgs.
"Can't be worse than being Lil's mentee..." she mutters to herself.
Leya's mouth twitches and she looks at the floor, then up at Kassi, "I
heard that too. Do we have to?" she asks quietly.
There's plenty of reaction to see. Kassi turns a nice, sickly shade of
white, followed by red, followed by white. "Oh, shells," she manages,
faintly. "Oh, shellsohshellsohshells. Leya? I vote we dig an escape tunnel
under that runway. After we get a look at I'sai."
J'var rolls his eyes, nudging back at Leya. "Remember that next time Tovith
takes it in his head to chase Missy." His smile to Kassi turns overly
sweet. "Are you kidding? I'm rather looking forward to this."
Nuala says "Don't forget that we'll be auctioning off our models after the
show. We have a few to go still, so don't place all your marks on one
person yet!"
<Weavers> Mirala wants to be sooold, baby. ;)
<Weavers> Aidan eeks. "We're being auctioned?"
<Weavers> Rolan says, "heh heh heh heh"
<Weavers> Mell chuckles.. "Marks on Mirala, check.."
<Weavers> Nuala leeeers at Aidan. ;)
Fillaren grins at Nuala. "How interesting..."
<Weavers> Dela ponders which outfit to wear for being auctioned :)
<Weavers> Kassima is going to hide, probably. She *buys* people, she
doesn't get bought! ;)
<Weavers> Nuala taps her foot impatiently.
<Weavers> Shylana giggles. I'll be sold for like, a 32 of a mark!
<Weavers> Mirala wonders if we get to keep the clothes...
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Not this time, Kassi, bay beeeee"
Schmitt slumps down in her seat again, looking tortured.
<Weavers> Rolan says, "not if our buyers buy them off of us. ^_-"
<Weavers> Kassima whimpers. How's that tunnel coming, Leya?
<Weavers> Raimi says, "We usually let the models keep their descs if they
want."
Nuala grins back at Fillaren. "Quite, isn't it?"
MirAntha looks at Ofira "My marks are on J'var "
<Weavers> Mell sets up a few marks, and adds another item to his to-do
list.. "But clothes off Aidan and Mirala.. Check."
Rolan stands there looking sexy, cause he is.
Leya pales, whether it as being auctioned off or the thought of Tovith
chasing Miseth isn't certain. Most likely both. "Don't say that," she says
flatly to J'var, the nods emphaticly to Kassi, "Got anything to dig with?
You can stay if you want, J'var. I'm sure some helpless wench will buy
you."
Nuala says "Another Telgarian - aren't they brave, folks? - I'sai. He wears
blue, loose-fitting overalls tie-dyed in shades of turquoise and deepest
cerulean, with a large pocket adorning the corduroy material across his
chest. The unusual overalls are open on both sides, if just barely, thanks
to crisscrossed navy ribbons that create a continuous interlocking 'X'
pattern and allow only a modestly brief glimpse of pale skin from ribs to
brown leather sandals."
I'sai walks down the runway.
Dela walks down the runway.
I'sai tromps down the runway, one hand catching on the red-and-white
curtains as if he could only take it with him as covering - and if those
pale eyes could find Kassima in the crowd, no doubt they'd have daggers.
Alysia spots spies a familiar face on the runway and applauds
enthusistically.
Tabitha smiles and applauds for I'sai, muttering to herself, "Now that's
one outfit I like."
J'var glances toward the crowd, catching his name, and gives various
females there a charming smile for good measure. Then Leya gets a surprised
look, but he doesn't comment on her remark.
Kassima's glance towards J'var could be used to cut stone. "You. Die.
C'mon, Leya; we can use one of m'knives--'twill likely ruin the blade, but
in a good cause...." She must needs pause, however, to give I'sai a long,
memorizing look. She did promise Ryi. And naturally, she just *has* to give
a sharp and carrying wolf-whistle.
Schmitt sputters, "But it's..it's..open, on the sides, the wind'd blow
right through it."
Rolan applauds I'sai.
Dela catcalls as I'sai comes out
Dione chuckles at I'sai's expression, "Oh, my. He does not look happy." She
claps anyway. Hearing Schmitt, she giggles.
J'var grins, cupping his hands around his mouth to call out, "Strut it,
'sai!"
Celie sighs, looking up. "Shards..." She gets to her feet. "You'll have to
excuse me. Something's come up."
A'len makes his way over from the courtyard..
<Weavers> Kassima tries to taunt Is into killing her before she has to
worry about going on the block! ;)
Tabitha smiles at Schmitt. "I like it....and it's not too open."
<Weavers> J'var snickers.
Mirala applauds for I'sai, scanning the crowd. She catches sight of Schmitt
and grins over.
Shylana looks over at I'sai and giggles.
I'sai fairly flinches at the noise, and scuttles out of the way towards his
fellow models - to make room for the next victim, no doubt - arms flat down
his sides. No strutting here!
Ofira chuckles to MirAntha, "I don't know..." she says, eyeing I'sai. "I
have a rather naughty idea..."
Celie climbs the magnificent curving staircase, running her hand along the
hightly polished banisters.
Rolan grins at I'sai "Nice outfit."
Ofira pats her pocket, "And I've plenty of marks..."
MirAntha howls "Hmm me too, i woulder.... "
MirAntha looks at hers "Me too "
Nuala claps for I'sai before looking at her hide one last time. "And last,
but certainly never least, our own wonderful, spectacular Craftmaster,
Raimi." She beams over the audience. "Raimi wears a tightly woven
combination of black and silver fibers that shimmers with each movement.
The most noticable part of the gown is the short sleeved bodice, clinging
to the Craftmaster's every curve. The neckline makes a modest plunge a
hand's width down from the neck revealing a stretch of tanned skin. The
skirt is a close fitting, straight cut sisal of shimmering black ending at
the knees above trim and tanned legs. The Craftmaster is wearing open-toed
4 inch heels. Raimi's outfit for tonight is designed by Journeyman Doran."
Leya scoots closer to Kassi, then looks at the runway at I'sai appears.
Despite her panic at being auctioned, a slow grin spreads across her face
at I'sai's reaction. "Doesn't he look happy..." She remembers the tunneling
and beging to look around the room, "You think we could just make a run for
it?" she whispers to Kassi.
Dione looks after Celie, about to say something. She's too slow. She shrugs
and smiles over at Tabitha before paying attention to the show again.
Raimi walks down the runway
Raimi struts onstage in four inch heels, tossing a wild mane of hair as her
hips swing back and forth to the music. Dancing down the runway with a
wiggle and a strut, showing off the 'charms' of her outfit as it catches
light and sparkles from all the glows. Turning at the end of the runway
slowly so all can see the details of her outfit. She sends a flirtatious
wink in the direction of a certain Steward. Finally she takes her place
with the other models.
<Weavers> I'sai says, "As long as you lot keep the daggers and knives and
such -away- from the ribbons."
"Awwww, *Is*," Kassi mock-sympathizes, waving him over to the Telgarian
contingent. "I can't imagine why you seem so upset. That *suits* you, it
does. And did you hear? We're t'be sold, after." More seriously, "Unless
you want t'be helping me and Leya dig the escape tunnel?"
Ofira applauds as Raim comes down the runway, "Now that one is stunning,"
she murmurs.
Nuala overhears the models. "Don't even think about it!" she whispers,
laughing.
Fillaren wolf-whistles to the Craftmaster and grins up at her upon the
runway. "Hey baby!"
MirAntha nods her head the shakes it "You can have him "
Tabitha applauds. "That's a /nice/ dress.....I like that...although I don't
know if I could walk in those shoes.'
Nuala says "Let's here it for our models and their wonderful job! Choose
now who and what you'll spend your marks on!"
MirAntha says "yes that is a wonderfull dress"
Rolan looks over the other models.
J'var claps and whistles, giving the Craftmaster an overwhelming ovation.
"Now -that- is what a Craftmaster should dress in..." He grins toward Ofira
innocently.
Mirala applauds and whistles for Raimi. She eyes the would-be escapees,
grinning. "Why would you want to leave though? This'll be fuuuuun!"
I'sai blinks his way over with only a brief, apprehensive glance over his
shoulder to the weavers' Craftmaster, those ribbons showing more than a
little blush. "...-Sold-? Since when? You didn't tell me about that," and
only then catches sight of the bakers' craftmaster and goes redder yet.
Mell lets out a long piercing whistle, sounding strangely like a
shipwhistle.
Aine follows up the line of models onto the stage for one last turn down
the runway.
Raimi leads off the last tour of the models down the runway. Tanned legs
strut their stuff as the craftmaster displays her wares to it's best
advantage.
Dione cheers for Raimi. When she's finally done, she grins at Tabitha, "You
should get it. There are shorter shoes."
Ofira glances over at J'var and laughs, calling out warningly, "I've got a
pouch full of marks here, rider!"
Mirala trots back up on the runway, shimmying as she prances about in the
barely-there swimsuit, and winking outragelously at everyone she knows.
Vivian makes her way over from the courtyard..
MirAntha says "follows Ofira "Your mine" she shouts to J'var"
Raimi says "Thank you all for coming. Let's hear it for our models tonight.
They were wonderful. Weren't they."
Leya eyes Mirala, "For you maybe..." She comes out of her worry long enough
to poke a finger in I'sai's side through the ribbons. "We didn't know
either. I think I'm gonna run away. How about you?"
A'len settles comfortably against a wall in the back of the room, and looks
down at the pouch of marks at his hip. Hmm. He waves to Vivian as she
enters, trying to catch her attention.
"And I've got a vast admiration for anybody who can make baklava," J'var
calls back, and grins smugly toward MirAntha.
Fillaren applauds and cheers for all of the models!
Nuala nods at Raimi and smiles happily - looking strangely relieved.
MirAntha claps loudly and cheers at the top of her lungs
Dione claps cheerfully, "I need more marks for all the clothes I want now."
Raimi looks over the models. "Aw, where's your sense of adventure? Your
just going to be auctioned off as a gather date."
Everyone she would know would have to include Schmitt, wouldn't it? With
another groan she sinks lower, eyeing her chair as though she'd rather hide
underneath it.
Vivian claps and cheers loudly for the models. She winks at A'len making
her way through the crowd.
Nilla stands and applauds for the models before moving towards the back of
the room, away from the jingling mark pouches. Don't want to be trampled.
Kassima aims a poke at J'var's ribs. "Shhhhh. Nay causing Weyr-Craft
Incidents, you." With honest helplessness, she protests to I'sai, "I didn't
*know*! You don't think I'm any more pleased about it, do you?" She
applauds Raimi's costume duly, and takes her own last circuit of the runway
equally duly, but she's awfully quick to edge towards the doorway once
that's completed.
Aine arranges herself inconspicuously toward the back of the model group,
hoping she'll be overlooked...perhaps. Can she *really* hide in that?
I'sai squirms, protesting, "-Leya-! Gather date? And Kassima, aren't you
used to it by now?"
J'var blinks innocently at kassi. "Isn't that the whole point?"
MirAntha says "i hope you've got a lot of marks"
Kassima's eyes widen at I'sai. "What're you implying?" she demands,
sounding appalled. "I *buy* people, I don't get bought. Remember? Or do I
need t'be cutting the ribbons on that costume of yours t'be reminding you?"
She just might do it, too. Wouldn't *that* give people something to see.
MirAntha she says to Ofira
Shylana fidgets, biting her lower lip and looking at the other models for
some clue of what to do now..
Leya reluctantly follows Kassi, her smile at the crowd a lot more hesistant
than the first time around. She glances back at I'sai, then wistfully at
the door.
<Weavers> Raimi hugs each and every one of you. "You were all fantastice
models tonight. It was a very good show."
Ofira laughs and says to MirAntha, "Well, I do...I had intended to buy some
things for my handfasting...but looking at all these handsome
riders...well..." She laughs again.
<Weavers> I'sai thanks lots for the fun, and appreciates Aidan's coming up
with something on short notice.
<Weavers> J'var grins. This is fun. Call me next time too. ;)
I'sai's eyes widen even as his face whitens out of that blush. "Don't you
even -think- about it. Remember who owes me one."
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Your on the knot as a model. I have you now. :)"
<Weavers> Nuala cheers. We will, J'var. We will :)
<Weavers> Aidan grins and hides from auctions...
<Weavers> Kassima had a lot of fun. Though she thinks our positions on the
knot should be changed to 'Mark Bait' now. ;)
<Weavers> I'sai laughs.
<Weavers> Aidan says, "I have him Raimi, he's mine :>"
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Nu, do you want to do the auctioning?"
<Weavers> J'var snickers.
<Weavers> Mirala grins. It was fabulous. I'll be your official Baker liason
model. ;)
<Weavers> Aidan says, "It was my evil plan. Muahahahaha!"
<Weavers> Leya says, "Great fun. :)"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Sure think, Raims. :)"
MirAntha hmms and eyes J'var "Hmm i'll go with out anything for him " she
grims
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Anyone that does NOT really want to participate in
the auction...speak up now."
Shylana follows in the final circut, since that seems to be the next step.
After that she tries her best to stand behind the other models and be
unnoticable.
Nuala steps up to the front of the runway. "We'll start the bidding now.
We're auctioning off gather dates from the models at the moment - you can
commission clothing in the weaver tent after the show's over."
<Weavers> Shylana wants to be sold! But she wont admit it :P
J'var's eyebrows shoot up as he meets MirAntha's gaze. "Would you go
without clothes?" he inquires wistfully.
"I could always buy you again," Kassi threatens, shaking a finger at him.
"*I* have the marks t'be doing it, y'know." Oh, horror. Oh, fear.
Mirala stands, preening coyly, as she waits for the auction to begin.
<Weavers> Kassima says, "If you can drag Kassi into it, I'll participate,
but that won't be easy. ;)"
Vivian sidels up next to A'len. "I missed it!" She pouts as she gazes
across the crowd.
<Weavers> Leya will cringe and cower, but she'll be sold. :)
Ofira looks at all of the models. "They all did a fine job. It can't be
easy to get up there in front of everyone." She looks over to Nuala as she
speaks.
Dione sits up, obviously considering bidding.
Raimi moves over to stand behind Kassima and whispers in her ear.
MirAntha smiles back "Hmm i'll tell you when i've brought you " she winks
at him
Raimi whispers "I can't see you backing out of this. It's for a good cause
you know."
Kassima grimaces and lowers her voice to reply to Raimi.
Leya backs up a bit to get out Kassi's way, of course now that leaves a
clear path for her and her knives to get at I'sai, but at least she's safe.
She pales and looks wide-eyed at Nuala's announcement. Is it too late to
run?
You whisper "But... but...! *J'var* will probably buy me or something, and
then where will I be?" to Raimi.
Ofira glances at MirAntha, and smiles, "Well, I guess I'll have to defer to
you then."
MirAntha looks at Ofira "don't you just know it "
Vivian spies Aine in the group of models and waves enthusiastically!
Mirala paces about the catwalk, picking out Schmitt again, to flutter her
lashes at her roommate.
Raimi whispers "I'll have Nu put him up first."
Nuala waves Leya up onto the stage. "Leya's first. C'mon up. Who wants to
bid on a date with lovely Leya?"
A'len smiles at Vivian as she moves close enough to hear, "Weyrwoman.
Evening." He glances up at Aine, too, and hesitates before offering his own
wave.
"Yeah, yeah," I'sai's feigned yawn is distinctly spoiled by his not daring
to free a hand to yawn into, substituting a drawn-up shoulder instead.
"What's this 'again' business? You never bought me to begin with; surely
you're not saying that Lysseth counts?" with, yes, warmth underscoring that
name.
Aine peers out from between two models and blushes as she sees A'len wave.
She waves back a bit sheepishly. Her blush darkens as she sees the
weyrwoman as well.
You whisper "Well, that might be working, but... if'n I wind up being
humiliated, I'm going t'be very unhappy, Master." to Raimi.
Schmitt sputters even more, then bites her lip, reaching to nudge Tabitha.
"Er," she says, brilliantly. "Er, I'm going to go stand in the back of the
room. With an imploring, 'Stoppit!' glance at Mirala, Schmitt slinks
towards the back of the room and the tallest watcher she can find, peeking
from behind his shoulder.
Raimi shakes her head at Kassima. "Not a chance of that. Trust me," says
the wiley Craftmaster.
Leya backs up a step, swallowing hard. Can't run now. She glances back at
Kassi and I'sai, Save me? She looks back at the crowd, smiling nervously.
Tabitha smiles and shakes her head at Schmitt's behavior, then grins and
watches the proceedings.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Going once, going twice....speak now or be sold."
Nuala reaches a hand back to wave Leya forward. "We'll start all bidding at
two marks."
Vivian tugs on A'len's sleeve. "Is this auction for a date type of date or
what?" She grins merrily as she watches the auction with interest.
Kassima steals a hand out to attempt to pluck, lightly, at one of those
ribbons. "Three and a quarter marks," she near-purrs, though not without
continuing to cast Raimi wary glances. "Doesn't *that* count? Lysseth...
mmm, I don't think she'd take kindly t'be considered currency." To Leya,
hopefully, with a flash of inspiration: "I'll buy you if'n you buy me? I'll
even loan you the marks."
<Weavers> Kerowyn peers at you all. :)
Mirala pulls her expression into an imploring pout at the retreating
Schmitt, then tosses her hair and grins again.
Raimi overhears. "Just the pleasure of our models company for an evening.
All marks will go toward weyrling leathers for the weyrs, Weyrwoman."
Pelar pops his hand in the air "Two marks"
A'len glances over at Fort's Weyrwoman, and smiles a bit sheepishly, "Umm.
Well, I think it's for a date. But, you know, like, a gather date. So
nothing serious." He glances up towards the stage again, "Aine looks
quite...umm...different. Don't you think?"
Pelar errrr "Four marks I meant
Nuala grins over at Pelar. "Two - no, four, then. Anyone else?"
<Weavers> Raimi is selling of models for a good cause. I just thought of
one...for weyrling leathers.
<Weavers> Aidan says, "cool :>"
A flash of hope appears in Leya's eyes, then dies. "Are you sure we can bid
on each other?" her eyes dart back to see who bid on her.
Kerowyn makes her way over from the courtyard..
<Weavers> Kerowyn says, "You'd trade a model for leathers? And your not
even a weyrling.... :)"
<Weavers> Mirala laughs and thought we'd be splitting the profits. Oh well,
that's good, too. ;)
J'var quirks an eyebrow, turning to eye Pelar closely. He does a great
impression of a father rating a young man's suitability for his daughter.
Kassima offers, without waiting for Leya's answer, "Five marks." The things
she'll do for her Wingriders.
I'sai shakes his fair head ever so sadly Leya's way: save him first, maybe?
but then there's a pull, and he swats flat-handed at the would-be thief;
"No, no, -no-," says he, more in the tone of an uncle to an errant child.
"And that's not the same sort of buying at all."
Raimi takes a moment to smile at Fillaren.
Dela peers around the room, peeking out from behind some tall model that
she's standing next to. Her leather tanktop rides up in the back, which
can't be comfy but doesn't seem to bother her, and she eyes the runway,
hoping she doesn't need to go up there.
Vivian's grin broadens as she nods. "Yes, she looks quite beautiful in that
outfit I'd say. You're going to bid on her of course, aren't you?"
Nuala peers around at Kassima. "Five then. Do I hear six?"
<Weavers> Raimi says, "I'm making this up as we go along.... :)"
<Weavers> Nuala grins. Woo. Here we go ;)
Pelar quickly ups it "Six marks"
<Weavers> Eithan says, "Aha! The secret of being a weaver revealed!"
<Weavers> Nuala laughs.
A'len smiles over at Vivian. Again. "Umm...I don't know. Probably not. I
mean, I'm sure there are lots of other people that would really like to."
"And what d'you think I'd do with you *this* time?" Kassi wants to know.
"'Twas thinking along the lines of pink lace and tabledancing, m'self--six
and a half marks!"
Schmitt's mouth gapes open helplessly as the only standing male taller than
herself leaves, tugging his wife with him. Looking distinctly uncomfortable
she slinks around behind another man an inch shorter than herself, slumping
down.
Nuala waves out at Pelar. "That's six. Do I hear eight?"
Raimi chuckles, watching her Dye master bid on the luscious Leya. "I
suppose we'll not mention this to Arissa," she asides to her craftsecond.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Leya, I hope you appreciate this. Kassi is
*parting* with *marks*. ;)"
Shylana tilts her head thoughtfully at the rising bids and watches the
bidders curiously.
Nuala shakes her head. "Faranth no. She's probably kill him."
Kassima sighs with great reluctance and ups her bid to, "Eight, eight,
sure, eight." Oh, woe. Her mark pouch was so full, too.
Telgar Weyr> Leya giggles, "Of course, but for a good cause."
Nuala grins brightly at Kassima. "Eight." A glance to Pelar. "Nine?"
Pelar eyes the rider then yells "12 marks and not an eighth more"
Telgar Weyr> Ceria laughs.
Radar makes his way over from the courtyard..
"Sorry," I'sai says, this time with sadness completely insincere. "Normal
dancing, maybe, but no tabledancing. Maybe fetching you some wine..." he
plays at hesitating, "But that's right! You can't have wine these days, now
can you."
Vivian oooos softly at the bidding.
Leya glances back and forth between Kassima and Pelar, her smile tenuous
and her face pale except for spots of color on each cheek.
Nuala nods at Pelar and glances at Kassima expectantly.
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "She's not parted with them till she actually
gives them up, as opposed to just driving up the price. ;)"
"Thirteen!" Kassi immediately yells. "Thirteen marks!--And I'sai, you'd
have to, wouldn't you? If'n I bought you. Just consider that a'fore you go
taunting me like that."
Ofira listens closely to the bidding, "Not too outrageous yet," she murmurs
to MirAntha.
A'len crosses his arms over his chest, "Eight marks. Umm, that's a lot,
right? I've never been very good with that sort of thing."
Nuala says "Thirteen then. Pelar? Do you give?"
Vivian chuckles softly at A'len, nodding her head more than once. "I would
say eight marks is a lot, yes."
J'var's jaw drops. "Shells... Kassi, you could by a prime feast for Lysseth
for that much!"
Nilla peers around an assortment of arms and bodies to get a better view of
the models. Brows furrow as the crowd swells; with little more than a
glance around her, she steps up onto a nearby chair and smirks. Much
better.
Pelar grumbles "Fourteen" and glares at the Telgar rider
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Well, yes, this is true. ;) But as she's not
being evil to Leya right now, she'll actually pay it. Sigh. The burden of
being a Wingleader: you have to buy your Wingriders on sale. ;)"
Tabitha blinks and sits
Nuala laughs. "And you Kassi?" She grins out at the audience. "Anyone's
welcome to join in the bidding..."
"Fifteen," Kassi grits back, barely refraining from a similar glare. Yes,
she's rich, she can afford it, but that doesn't mean she has to *like* it.
Raimi blinks at the latest offer. "Pins and needles, Nu! This is going
better than I expected!"
Schmitt's undoubtedly worshiping Nilla, as she makes a slinking dash for
the now-tallest person in the room.
Leya glares at J'var, "You're comparing me to a herdbeast?" she hisses,
then goes back to her back and forth gazing.
Nuala grins at Raimi and nods. She looks back and forth between Kassi and
Pelar.
I'sai unthinkingly crosses his own arms, just like A'len, but a tinge more
sullen. "No," he says. "I wouldn't." Gonna make him? To Leya, "An awfully
nice one? Doesn't hardly moo."
J'var erks softly. "Um... a very -good- looking herdbeast?"
MirAntha turns to Ofira= "she going for a lot "
Pelar counts the contents of his pouch
Mirala waits patiently, still preening, and shooting Schmitt pouty looks.
F'ren makes his way over from the courtyard..
Pelar says "Sixteen""
Raimi bites at her knuckles to keep from laughing, "moooo." she repeats.
Kassima suggests, too brightly, "I could suggest it to M'rgan? Tabledancing
drills for all Skyfire. So long as *he* didn't have t'do it... oh, shardit,
shell it, blast the shell and sear the skin. Seventeen! And you'd better
appreciate this, Leya!"
Nuala shakes her head and looks back over at Kassi, laughing at Raimi's
comment.
<Weavers> Dela peers at Pelar. "Do you run that slave ring I've heard about
or something?" :P
A'len spots F'ren as he enters, and sort of does this little salute/wave
thing, encouraging the Weyrleader to join himself and Vivian at the back of
the room.
<Weavers> Rolan says, "great she's going to go for hundreds and make the
rest of us feel bad :( snickers"
<Weavers> Aidan nods :)
Schmitt rubs a hand over her face, first glaring at Mirala - but that means
she has to look at that -swimsuit-. Faranth. She crosses her arms and
watches the bidding.
<Weavers> Nuala LOL!
<Weavers> Kassima isn't sure Kassi's friendship extends to hundreds. ;)
<Weavers> I'sai laughs!
<Weavers> Dela notes for reference that 1 mark = about 20 dollars
Leya narrows her eyes back at I'sai and J'var, being auctioned off doesn't
make for a good temper. "Nice try." She smiles weakly at Kassi.
<Weavers> Mirala is going to caculate her cost in bubbly pies.
F'ren smiles as he spots Fort's Weyrwoman and bronzerider, changing course
to join them.
<Weavers> Kassima knows. Kassi is verrrry wealthy, though. She gambles. :)
I'sai grins at the wingleader, says, "You'd only have one night," and gives
Leya-on-the-block an uptilted thumb for good measure.
<Weavers> Dela noddles.. I've seen Kassi's gambling :)
<Weavers> Mirala wonders if we can go interact with the audience before
we're sold? ;)
<Weavers> Dela is still in those leathers.. I wonder who's going to buy
me :P
Pelar looks at the woman on the block and nods thinking to
himself...."Twentyfive" he ups the antie significantly
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Sure! Just be ready to get on the 'auction block'."
A'len gives F'ren a welcoming nod, "Look. It's Aine. And she looks...ummm,
good, don't you think?"
Nuala looks back and forth. "25. Going once...twice..."
"Are you insinuating I can't make good use of one night?" All innocence
from Kassi, and *now* we see the fluttering eyelashes. Oh, but watch her
scowl at *that*. "Don't even think it, sir. She's *my* Wingrider. Mine,
mine, mine. Twenty and six!"
Raimi blinks at Pelar. "I'm not going to be able to save your hide from
Arissa for too much more, Pelar."
Vivian makes a spot for F'ren as he joins in the crowd. "You're just in
time F'ren. I'd say it's going quite will be the sounds of the bids."
Leya sways, her eyes going wide, showing white around the brown of her
irises. "Oh my..." She looks over Kassi and whispers hoarsely, "Too high?"
F'ren looks over to where Aine is and nods. "That she does, that she does.
You thinking of bidding, A'len?"
Pelar sighs "Twentyseven" and its for Arissa Raimi"
"Nay," Kassi mutters back to Leya, "But You Owe Me for this." Just listen
to those capital letters. "*Thirty*, then, shardit."
Mirala gazes around, then slinks down off the back of the platform and
trots over to Schmitt. "Heeeeeey roomie," she croons.
Raimi blinks again. "For Arissa? Oh, well then." Watch the Craftmaster back
pedal in her shiny dudes.
J'var peers toward Pelar. "He's buying Leya for Arissa...? Hmmm."
Nuala points at Mirala. "You come back here, you," she teases. "Thirty,
then...once...twice..."
Pelar wipes his hand over his face and grumbles some more "Thirty
and..........thr....five!"
I'sai opens his mouth, ...and then shuts it again, choosing instead to try
a smile for his clutchmate on the block, and ... -which- way did that baker
go? "Who's Arissa and why would she want Leya?" he asks J'var without
really looking.
Raimi says "I'm watching her, Nu. She won't get far."
Mirala looks innocently up at Nuala, "I'm just trying to market myself, you
know, drive up the price," she grins blithely.
"Forty-two," Kassima sing-songs, getting that stubborn look. She *will*
win, by hook, crook, or extortion of other Wingmates later.
Schmitt's eyes widen, "Go 'way," she hisses at Mirala, closing her eyes
tightly.
Nuala nods. "Uh huh." Riiiiiiight. Her eyes open as wide as can be. Oh my.
Forty two???
Ofira shakes her head, "That's a lot of marks they're earning," she
observes. "That would have to be some date."
Mirala grabs Schmitt's cheeks in her hands and shakes the rider's head. "Go
away? Meeeee?"
Whoever Arissa is she must be really special to pay so much money for one
nearly fainting brownrider. She looks over at Kassi, "How much do I owe
you?" She may not want to bought if it means a lifetime of dawnsweeps.
Raimi turns to explain to I'sai. "Arissa is Pelar's mate. I guess she could
use some help with the craft's children." At least that what Raimi hopes
Leya is for.
J'var shrugs toward I'sai. "No idea, and no idea. Kassi, I've got maybe
fifteen marks to add to teh pot if you need them."
MirAntha says "yes it would i hope J'var dosen't go that hight i ahven't
teh marks"
Pelar fingers the marks in his pouch once again and then smirks "Fourty
Three"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "All right, y'all. Wind this down so you don't make
the rest of them look bad!"
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Let's keep the prices down a bit after this...and go
ahead and sell her."
Pelar says "Riders aren't the only rich ones" he says half in jest"
Rolan boggles at the prices and pouts cutely "no one's going to pay that
much for me."
Vivian blinks as the bid increases yet again. She gives a soft whistle.
Ofira glances at MirAntha, "Well, we'll see...by the time they auction him,
perhaps everyone else will have spent their marks."
<Weavers> Eithan wows. That is a *lot* of marks!
From somewhere--and on that outfit, Faranth alone knows where--Kassi
produces a very plump, large, and thoroughly stuffed mark pouch. Bouncing
it in her palm, she retorts, "Forty-five. At this rate, Leya, you owe me
your soul."
Aine blanches. Oh my...
MirAntha nods "I hope so " she grins
Dione stands up and smiles at Tabitha, "I'm going outside. Can't risk my
marks in here." She chuckles and weaves her way through the crowd to the
door.
<Weavers> Kassima knows. If it gets any higher, Leya, Kassi might just
default on you. ;)
Dione steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
<Weavers> Leya says, "This going to go in my +pos you know... :)"
Mirala turns on her brother with a positively evil grin. "I'd pay that much
for you, my dearest darling," she calls.
Tabitha blinks again. "that's alot of marks..." she sighs, then looks to
where Dione dissapeared to.
Nuala shakes her head. "Forty five, once, twice....sold!"
Shylana blinks rapidly and her eyes go wide at the size of the price. "..."
"Too bad," I'sai sighs. "Well, even if she loses her soul-thing, well, at
least ... is it possible Kassima might run out of marks? Maybe? At all?"
Nilla peers between the bidders, eyes as wide as saucers, "Shells... just
think of all the outfits that could be bought with those marks instead. "
Fingers twist and twirl about her own mark bag that's, unfortunately, not
as weighted down as some of the others. Pity.
Minara walks down the staircase and out into the great hall.
Raimi wiggles a finger at Aine. "Your turn."
Nuala says "Congrats, Kassi." She still looks dazed. "Um. Aine's up next."
Vivian cheers loudly for Aine!!!
Radar blinks several times at the price Leya brought to the Weavers. What
is going on here tonight?
Kassima nods sharply to Nuala, and opens the pouch to fish out... let's
see... yep, four ten-markers, a pair of two-markers, and a singleton. "A
pleasure doing business with you, Craftsecond. I'sai, never underestimate
the monetary resources of a woman who's been gambling for eighteen Turns."
Mirala adds, "So, you know, your feelings wouldn't be hurt." She peers up
at the platform and whistles.
A'len blinks over at Vivian - he was busy, like, trying to copy F'ren, or
something. "What're you.." He looks over at the stage, and the ascending
Aine. "Oh."
Aine shudders and steps up onto the runway. She looks around a tad
nervously, then puts on her best "I can do this" smile.
Minara enters the Hall quietly, nodding and smiling a greeting to those she
knows. Easily finding a seat off to the side, she folds her hands in her
lap and watches.
F'ren leans his shoulders against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles as
he watches. To Vivian and A'len he says, "You know, that's gotta be the
most expensive date I've heard of. Glad I'm not bidding."
"Are you saying you brought all of them with you?" I'sai argues, with a
glance toward the Fort contingent.
Raimi eyes Kassima. "I can't wait to see how much you bring, Kassima...for
the cause of course."
Could it be any worse? Schmitt whimpers, "Er."
Pelar stares at the rider and then pulls out his own very mark laden pouch.
"Rider Kassima I've months and turns of marks saved from commisssions "How
silly shall we bee with this?" Fifty" he says at the end to puntuate his
point.
Tabitha grins and stands up. "I'd love to stay and watch, but I must be
going." she walks out after Dione.
Tabitha steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Nuala looks around. "Bidding starts at two marks."
Watch Leya edge away from Kassi now. She'd rather like to keep her soul,
thank you. But it's too late. She looks rather sick. "Don't let that ever
happen again, will you. I don't think there is enough of me." She
cautiously goes back to stand by Kassi. She blinks as she thinks of
something, "What if you go that high, Kassi?"
F'ren chuckles suddenly, "Though I could change my mind, you know."
Vivian chuckles as she watches and waits to hear the bidding begin.
"Probably a thirty-second at most," Kassi answers Raimi, sounding fairly
cheerful about the prospect. Now Leya's honor-bound to buy her, after all.
Right? Right. "Sorry, Master, the bidding closed. And if'n I go that high,
'twill be having a heart failure, I should think."
A'len catches I'sai's look, and frowns a bit worreidly. He glances at
F'ren, and nods. "I know. It is. I don't even get that much in a sevenday.
But I don't really spend it, you know. Umm..." He steps up boldly onto a
chair - there's that big guy right in front of him, and all, "I think I
have ten marks. Ten marks?"
Mirala coos at Schmitt, "Kazzie would bid on me, you know. Let him bid."
<Weavers> Dela just stares at the bidding prices. Wow. You guys are going
to drain all the ones who can afford us. :P
Ofira taps her foot a bit impatiently, watching the models.
Raimi eyes the Fortians. "Come. Make a bid...one of your own.
I'sai may have never seen Aine before, but he can be a cheap date like
anyone else; "Tw..." A'len speaks up, and he just shakes his head.
Nuala looks out at the audience. "Ten!" She says pointing out at A'len.
<Weavers> Mirala hopes so. ;)
Kassima then shakes her head to I'sai. "Nay. 'Twill have t'be sending the
'lizards after another pouch, if'n your bidding goes too high." Sweet
smile.
Vivian calls out clearly, "I'll bid 3 marks!
I'sai mutters to the greenrider, "May they lose it -between-."
Leelson makes his way over from the courtyard..
A'len starts to climb down from his chair, shooting another glance at I'sai
as he does so. To F'ren, "Is ten marks a lot, sir?"
Shilarra makes her way over from the courtyard..
Vivian awws as she realizes A'len has already out bid her.
"You wish," Kassi murmurs back, all syrup and light.
Nuala looks around "Do I hear 11 marks?"
J'var mutters to I'sai, "How... you... pouch... clothes,... you're..."
F'ren smiles, "Well, depends upon who you are bidding on. In this case, I
don't think 10 is too much."
Vivian nudges A'len. "You just opened the bidding."
Leelson ogles at the hall for a moment before looking to Shilarra. "Wonder
what's going on in here" he muses quietly.
Shilarra blinks as she looks around, getting her bearings. She shakes her
head slowly in response to Lee.
Dela steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Raimi says "We're auctioning off our models so we can provide leathers for
all our weyrlings."
A'len nods to F'ren, and glances at Vivian, "Oh. I'm sorry, ma'am. Did you
want me to take back my bid? I mean, three marks is a lot, too."
Shilarra mutters to Leelson, "... so... they seem to be...what?... isn't
serious...."
Schmitt gawps, glancing out toward the door. And perhaps there's an
encouraging rumble heard. "Buuuuut. But. Kazeth doesn't have any marks."
Vivian chuckles, shaking her head. "No, no, you can't take a bid back once
you make it."
Shilarra stares at Raimi with wide eyes.
Minara leans toward the person to her right then asks quietly, "Weavercraft
has weyrlings now?"
Nuala says "10 going once....twice...."
Raimi encourages the new comers to the Great Hall. "Anyone can bid, just
jump right in."
I'sai mutters quite decisively that he -does-, and then turns to J'var. He
mutters to J'var, "Thanks.... real nice.... want to risk... that... the...
up... would... split? "
Mirala pouts at Schmitt. "But yoooooou do. And as his rider, it's your job
to bid for him, isn't it?" She sticks out her tongue at Schmitt, then turns
to scan the rest of the crowd.
Aine sighs and hopes that this is it. She looks around the hall...avoiding
A'len's eyes.
Vivian looks around the hall to see who else might be bidding.
J'var quirks an eyebrow, and shakes his head. "She'd be all yours, 'sai."
Raimi says "Oh, no. We just provide a first set of leathers for all the
weyrlings from /all/ the weyrs. It gets quite expensive, but nothings too
good for those who protect Pern.""
S'klin ambles into the room.
Leelson blinks for a second before looking to Shilarra. He mutters to
Shilarra, "You know,... really... are." He blushes a little.
Leya doesn't trust her legs any longer and sits down on the edge of the
runway, she brushes wisps of hair back and sighs, "This should buy several
groups of weyrling leathers."
Radar stands near Schmitt and Mirala, to hear more about Kazzie and....the
other stuff.
"No," Schmitt declares, only to glare at the doors again and repeat a
little louder, "Nooooo." She cowers behind Nilla, though it's not helping
one bit.
Minara's mouth makes a little o as she realizes the Craftmaster overheard
her. "I see." she nods politely.
Ofira murmurs to MirAntha, "See, it's even for a good cause. Who could
complain about that?"
Shilarra blinks a few times before venturing, "Um, are you serious about
auctioning the models? What for?" She blushes at the thought.
I'sai admits to J'var in a low voice, "She's pretty and all," and breaks
off just long enough to grin A'len's way, "That hair and such... but I
don't have enough boots that need polishing." He might even be sincere.
"Why wouldn't you - or do you have other plans?"
The weaver apprentice in skin tight leathers paces around waiting for her
turn to be auctioned.
MirAntha looks at Ofirs "Yes that true "
Nuala says "Well, then, sold to A'len for 10 marks! Next up - Raimi."
Raimi smiles sweetly. "It's just a gather date for the evening."
S'klin can someone page me with what's happening.
Mirala rolls her eyes at Schmitt. "Awww," she says, "Of course it is." She
shivers -- she isn't wearing much, after all -- and looks about again. "I
wonder where my apron got to," she muses.
A'len has his back turned to the stage, of course, and doesn't catch
I'sai's grin or Aine's avoidance of him. To Vivian, "Oh. I'm sorry. Well,
you know, you can have her, if you..." he looks over at Nuala, and blinks.
"I did? Oh. I did. Well. That's nice."
Fillaren sits up at Nuala's announcement and grins at the Craftmaster.
J'var gestures slightly. "I plan to be very busy with whoever's lucky
enough to buy me, 'sai."
Kassima's eyes narrow as she eavesdrops on her fellow Telgar riders--but
then the glowbasket over her head uncovers. "They must be meaning t'be
buying that Weaver Apprentice," she confides to Leya.
Aine slips off the stage quietly and behind the curtain as fast as she can.
Vivian claps and cheers loudly as A'len wins the bid!
Raimi steps up to Nuala.
Shilarra ohs softly, turning to blink at Lee. "Um...want to look around?"
F'ren chuckles. "Well done, A'len."
MirAntha grins "Oh we'll be busy " she says to J'var
Nuala grins at Raimi. "Who'll start the bidding at two marks for our lovely
craftmaster?"
Vivian continues to cheer and clap as Raimi takes the block!
Schmitt points across the room. "Way over there, Mirala. Wanna go put it
on? I think you're distracting everyone." Her eyes flicker towards the
doors and she assumes a very stubborn expression as she argues mentally.
Ofira tsks, "The bidding should start higher for a Craftmaster," she
protests, laughing.
I'sai rubs his cheekbone with his knuckles, "Ahh. Well, it might be..."
this time he tosses in his, "Two marks it is!" just as an attempt to get to
bid -once-.
Raimi smiles at Fillaren before looking at the crowd. "Come on you all. You
don't get to bid on a craftmaster often."
Vivian grins lopsidely at A'len. "Have a nice gather date!"
Mirala gazes up and cheers for the CraftMaster.
Vivian waves her hand high. "I'll bid 2 marks for Master Raimi!"
Leelson chuckles a little and turns to Shilarra, nodding. "I've already got
a great gather date anyway." He gives Shilarra a kiss on the cheek.
F'ren chuckles. "Which reminds me, I still have to get some new clothing
ordered one of these days."
MirAntha says "I think she should start at at leat on 4 marks"
Leya nods to Kassi, "Sounds like it." She looks up at her clutchmates and
shakes her head, "Not certain about I'sai, but I know what J'var wants her
for." This is all said quietly, of course.
Aine ducks out from behind the curtain, fully dressed and looking a tad
more comfortable, if not any less embarrassed. She dutifully makes her way
toward A'len and Vivian and F'ren.
Fillaren looks around at the audience, then grins up at Master Raimi again,
looking patient.
A'len blinks at Vivian, and reaches around to scratch the back of his head
- a nervous gesture, for those that know him. "But I don't _want_ to go to
the gather. There'll be too many people there. It's hard to keep up."
Nuala waves from I'sai to Vivian. "I hear two. Three?"
J'var chuckles softly, turning his attention back to the auction. If he
hears Leya, he doesn't seem to respond.
Radar raises his hand and cries out, "3 Marks!"
Feleyan clatters into the hall, almost tripping on the threshold of the
door.
Vivian nudges F'ren and grins. "Bid on Master Raimi and maybe she'll help
you get your new outfit."
F'ren smiles as he see's Aine approaching. "Well done, Aine. I'm sure you
and A'len will have a fine time at the gather."
Mirala's gaze flicks across the room. "That's not MY apron," she chides.
"And besides," she complains, hand on her hip, "I like distracting people."
She turns back to Schmitt, grinning.
Nuala grins at Radar. "Three then. Four anyone?"
S'klin raises his hand and says from the back, "Four marks."
Pelar speaks up "Whats the bid?"
Shilarra smiles happily at Lee, for a moment seeming to forget her
confusion. Then she returns to looking around the room with wide eyes.
Vivian chuckles as Aine joins them. "You'll have a good time A'len."
Nuala says "Four from the rider in the back. Anyone else?"
Raimi appears insulted. "Four marks. Just four? My gowns go for more than
that!"
Aine nods, still looking a tad shaky. "Hm. Thanks."
Mirala looks up at the Master, "Four? Um, five!" she calls.
Doran makes his way over from the courtyard..
Vivian waves again. "Five marks!"
I'sai snaps his fingers as Radar speaks up, says, "There goes that idea,"
and glances over his shoulder at the redheaded smith before - "Wait, they
get your gown too?" he teases.
Leelson pauses in looking around and points. "Hey, Shil, isn't that
Schmitt?" He raises a hand in the air and waves it about. "Hey Schmitt!"
Doran strolls in from outside, looking around at all the people as he
enters.
Nuala laughs. "There's five. How about seven?"
Pelar pokes his hand in the air "Ten"
A'len looks over his shoulder just in time to spot the approaching Aine,
"Oh. Right. Well, actually, I was thinking. You know how you're really
tired all the time? Milnoth's kinda worried about that - at least, that's
what Dilorenth says - and I was thinking, you know, maybe we could just
sleep, instead. Well, I wouldn't sleep. I could do some work or something.
But that might be nice. Right?"
MirAntha laughs at Raimi "you tell them master Raimi"
Raimi smiles weakly at Vivian. "My thanks, Weyrwoman."
Vivian says "Oh shards! Make that 7!"
Vivian grins at Raimi and winks.
Nuala grins at Pelar. "Ten! Do I hear more?"
F'ren laughs. "Vivian, you are far too slow at this."
Ofira frowns and calls out, "20 marks!" She says aside to MirAntha,
"Really. A Craftmaster for less than 25 marks. That's a dishonor to the
Crafts."
Raimi's smile is broader as her 'price' goes higher.
Pelar winks at his craftmaster
Schmitt rubs a hand over her red face again, looking helplessly at Mirala
before turning towards Shilarra and Leelson, waving two fingers in a very
tiny, very embarrassed wave."
Vivian laughs and nods. "I'm not experienced enough."
Shilarra leans over to Lee. She mutters to Leelson, "... They... bidding...
marks... I... in... Turn." Then, following his gaze, she turns and waves
to Schmitt as well.
S'klin raises his hand, "Twenty five."
Fillaren grins. "Ahhh, this is sounding better."
Aine chuckles softly. "It's your date. Or whatever, as you say. I'm yours
for the evening."
Mirala frowns, "Still only ten?" She looks over as Ofira bids, then grins
approvingly.
Vivian elbow's F'ren again. "I"m telling you, here is your chance F'ren.
She'd be the perfect person to outfit you with something fine."
Ofira nods, as S'klin bids. "There. That's better." she says quietly to her
companion.
Raimi twirls in her outfit. Might as well let them see what they're
getting.
"Precisely why 'twas making that deal with buying," Kassi admits to Leya,
in a low voice. "J'var is wicked, and him buying me--or you--would be a
*bad* thing... all for one and one for all, right?" Grinning as Master
Raimi is auctioned off, she very carefully sinks to a seat on the floor, to
hopefully be forgotten until time to bid on I'sai. Pink lace and
tabledancing, indeed.
F'ren smiles, "You two go out and have fun, A'len and Aine. No working or
anything like that."
Radar rocks back on his heels as the bidding rapidly goes over his small
store of marks. Oh well, so much for the idea of owning a Craftmaster.
I'sai turns briefly back from the distractions. He mutters to J'var, "...
uh, sort... person who... buy you... is... buys..."
Nuala points wildly around the room, calling out each higher number in
turn. "25!"
MirAnthanods "yes that is "
Fillaren grins and raises his hand. "28 Marks for the lovely
CraftMistress."
Mirala grabs Schmitt's arm, leaning on her, and waves over to Shilarra and
Leelson. "Hey Igenites," she calls.
Pelar groans and looks in the bakers direction "And I thought I was going
to get a deal....27"
J'var casts a quick grin toward I'sai. "Ditto. Right back atcha."
Raimi beams at Fillaren.
S'klin pours a glass of white wine and returns to his bidding. "Thirty."
A'len gives Aine a slow nod, looking thoughtfull, "Well, you know, that
doesn't make me exactly comfortable. You being 'mine,' and all. So I guess
it's up to you."
F'ren looks at Vivian. "You think I could get some new things ordered that
way, eh?"
Nuala grins at Pelar. "Raimi? A deal? I think not!" She winks. "30!"
MirAntha says "30 wow"
Leelson gasps at the amount of marks going around here and starts to head
over towards Schmitt and the scantily clad beauty with her. "How're you
doing, Schmitt? Enjoying your-...Mirala?" Lee blushes. "Oh wow, it is you."
Aine shrugs. "And you think I am?" She waves at the door. "How about we
leave here at least?"
Vivian nods her head quickly. "Absolutely F'ren. She'd help you find
something perfect."
Fillaren chuckles and smiles at S'klin. "Make my bid 35."
Raimi continues to pose for the audience, keeping one ear out for the
bidding.
I'sai chuckles a little reluctantly. "Yeah. Well." But his, "Thanks," is
sincere enough, and he glances back over the crowd, bakers and duck-woman
and all.
Nuala nods at Fillaren. "35, then!"
Schmitt sputters, her eyebrows raising upward and drawing together,
helpless look exaggerated. "Mir," she hisses, as she's dragged. "If'n I
didn't know better, I'd swear.." She breaks off, "Er. Hi. Lee. Shil.
S'klin raises his glass to Fillaren and bows.
F'ren hmmsss under his breath.
Vivian whistles softly. "My word but the marks are flying high tonight."
A'len considers that, "Umm. Well, maybe. You're not mine yet, right?"
Translation: is he safe?
Shilarra looks from Mirala to Leelson, blushing as she sees his reaction.
Pelar laughs at the C2 and then offers another bid "36"
Vivian grins at Aine. "You looked lovely up there tonight Aine."
J'var chuckles. "No worries, 'sai. I'm sure you'll be purchased by a lovely
young thing who needs a cute bedwarmer."
Leya nods to Kassi, "Thanks you. But am I going to cleaning lantrines or
having dawnsweeps for the rest of my turns for that?" She glances back up
at I'sai and J'var, blushes, and looks back down.
Aine blushes horridly. "Thank you." She shrugs at A'len. "Whatever you
like."
Mirala waves at Leelson with her free hand, laughing, and bobs her head.
"It's me. And I get to keep these clothes!" She preens, "I've just found my
new summer outfit."
Nuala looks at Fillaren. "Do I hear 37?"
Vivian chuckles softly, her attention returning to the bidding.
Mirala bats her lashes at Schmitt. "You'd swear what, roomie of mine?"
Shilarra drops her gaze, sighing softly before raising her eyes back to
Schmitt and Mirala. "Um, hello."
Fillaren glances back at the other bidders for a moment, then nods to
Nuala. "Indeed."
Schmitt sputters even /more/. "You're going to wear that around the
/Weyr/?" She covers her eyes with her hand, mumbling, "Faranth. Augh. Nev'
mind, Mir, really.."
Nuala nods. "37 then, once...twice...sold! To Fillaren!"
Shylana shakes her head at the amount og the bids, disbelieving what she's
hearing.
Feleyan raises himself to his tiptoes in an unsuccessful attempt to see
what is going on. He starts to edge his way to the front, nudging his way
through all the people.
Vivian claps and whistles loudly for Raimi!!!
F'ren says "Twice? Twice? What ever happened to three times?"
Ofira laughs and applauds.
Raimi steps down, smiling at Fillaren. "Well, you have me, now what are you
going to do with me?" She smiles coyly.
S'klin nods his approval to the master, not able to clap with a glass.
Shilarra's eyes flicker back to Lee before focusing on Schmitt. "Um, are
you having a nice time?" She doesn't seem to notcie the bidding.
Mirala grins at Shilarra, "Hey." She nods eagerly at Schmitt. "It's perfect
for the heat! And my tan. Oh yes. Think Kaz'll like it?"
A'len shrugs, "Well. I guess it is kinda hot in here. Sure. Outside is
good."
Doran pours himself a glass of rich red wine and sits at the back to watch
everyone.
Leelson looks to Shilarra after hearing that Mirala is going to wear that
outfit at the weyr. His expression is confused as he sees her mid sigh.
Turning back to Schmitt and Mirala he asks "Hey, don't you think Shilarra
looks great in her new dress?"
A'len steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Vivian chuckles at F'ren, winking at the others. "You missed the perfect
opportunity F'ren. Now we'll just have to get you to the gather tents for
some shopping."
Fillaren smiles at the CraftMaster. "You'll just have to wait to find out,
now won't you?"
MirAntha says "Well doen Raimi"
Pelar cocks a brow as Raimi is sold right from under him "Shards and shells
Now who shall I buy?"
Nuala says "Shylana, your turn!" She waves the girl up. "Who'll start at 2
marks?"
Aine steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Kassima gives J'var a *look*. And fingers her belt pouch again. "Maybe
raising up the marks 'til some cute young thing that needs a bedwarmer
winds up paying a fortune for him would be better revenge," she muses, then
grins at Leya. "Oh, nay. Nay worries about it. Just remember your generous
Wingleader when some other Wingleader tries t'be wooing you away to *their*
Wing. And speaking of which, don't let me forget that I've a Turnday gift
for you either."
F'ren grins. "I guess so."
Mirala looks Shilarra up and down, and bobs her head. "I like, I liiiiike."
F'ren says "Oh, well. I need to get going. See you later."
J'var grins, nodding approvingly to Kassi. "Now you've got the right idea!"
Shylana steps up and straightnes her skirts before looking serenly out at
the people, something she's been practicing for a while.
F'ren steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
I'sai glances swiftly back, and most certainly not to Leya, either; "Ah.
...I appreciate your, ah, confidence? Yeah. Confidence. ...There went
Raimi, Leya, you - _Kassima_!"
Raimi leans lightly against Fillaren, apparently not at all distressed that
he won the bidding. "I'm all yours for the night."
Shilarra glances back at Lee again before smiling politely at Mirala and
murmuring a thank you.
<Weavers> Mirala grins. When do I go?
Radar asks Schmitt, "I thought she loved this Kazzie fellow?"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "No clue..."
Fillaren smiles and kisses Raimi softly. "Come with me, my shipwrecked
Lady..."
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Who's got to leave soonest? We'll put up up those
that have to leave first."
Kassima just... *smiles* back at I'sai. Oh, she smiles. Watch those teeth
flash. "Are you sure you wouldn't be preferring table-dancing after all?"
she calls back.
Mirala turns her head to Radar and laughs lightly. "Kazzie -- Kazeth, is
her dragon."
<Weavers> Rolan says, "Save me for a few more bits...I'm trying to drum up
buyers :)"
Raimi smiles up at Fillaren and follows along with her buyer.
<Weavers> Dela will be here all night, so I can go near the end. :)
Tierigal makes his way over from the courtyard..
<Weavers> Shylana giggles... I win the lowest bid so far!
Nuala looks out. "Do I hear two marks?"
S'klin raises his glass, "Two."
Leya smiles gratefully at Kassima, "Thank you. I'll stay forever loyal to
Thunderbolt." Stuck with the crazies. She perks up at the mention of the
gift, "You got me a turnday present, really?" She glances up at I'sai, "I
dunno. He might like it," she teases.
Doran raises his hand. "Aye, two marks!"
Nuala points at the rider in the back. "Two. Do I hear three?"
Fillaren smiles at Nuala. "I'll settle with you in the morning, if that's
acceptable with you?"
Nuala grins at Doran. "A bit late. Will you bid three?"
Doran quirks an eyebrow. "Three then!"
Nuala nods at Fillaren. "Or Raimi can settle as well."
Vivian quietly slips out, making her way to the courtyard.
Vivian steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Leelson turns again to Shilarra. "Well, how about we go see some of the
rest of the hold. I've never been to Boll before." He smiles warmly at her.
Nuala chuckles. "Three. Do I hear four?"
Raimi chuckles. "I'll settle him all right."
Shylana giggles and smiles at Doran.
Schmitt just blinks at Mirala for a minute. "I didn't exactly tell him.."
Shilarra shrugs slightly, nodding to Schmitt and Mirala. "Okay, let's do
that."
Doran looks about amuseldy.
Kassima nods--nods towards the vague direction of the fire-heights,
actually. "Aye. In Lysseth's strap-pouch, 'tis. Sorry 'tis belated, but
with hunting up a gown and hiding from Healers and all, I've nay been
having much luck in catching you. Like which, the table-dancing or the cute
young bedwarmer-needer?"
Mirala preens a bit more, "Well, I'm sure he will." She waves to the
departing Igenites, "Have fun."
S'klin says "Four."
Minara sighs deeply as she's approached by her assistant. "I see." she
comments softly, then rises to leave the room, following the young woman.
I'sai's face and such just flames, and he turns a shoulder on the
accumulated Telgari, ...as if that were safe, or the bakers and weavers any
more so.
Minara climbs the magnificent curving staircase, running her hand along the
hightly polished banisters.
From the balcony above, Minara has arrived on the landing after climbing up
the stairs from the Great Hall below.
Doran calls out with a wink to Shylana. "Four and a half!"
Nuala nods. "Four then. Anyone else?"
Schmitt makes a desperate effort to change the subject, "Er. Who's being
bid on?" As if she can't see from the vantage point of her height.
S'klin chuckles.
Nuala chuckles. "Four and a half. Five?"
From the balcony above, Minara steps through the large arched entranceway
and heads down the eastern corridor.
Tierigal stumbles into the room, obviously more than a little bit drunk.
He's got two or three skins tucked under one arm, too - he obviously isn't
finished drinking yet. Oh boy.
S'klin shakes his head.
J'var reaches out to pinch I'sai's rear, immediately ducking to the side to
make sure it's probably Kassi that will be blamed.
<Weavers> Dela says, "When the outfits from the show are sold, are they
delivered later or do they take home the show pieces?"
Sayuri moves closer to the front to get a better look.
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Delivered later usually."
Fillaren smiles at Raimi. "If you need to stay to finish up, I'll head back
without you."
Telgar Weyr> Kassima acks. J'var!
Ofira doesn't notice another baker coming in. Yet.
Sauscony makes her way over from the courtyard..
Telgar Weyr> J'var smiles innocently. Yes? :)
Leelson steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Leya giggles, "The last one. And that's all right." She looks up at I'sai,
"That reminds me. I finally found myself a dress too."
Shilarra steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Telgar Weyr> M'rgan says, "Whatever you bid for her, J'var, she's not worth
it. ;)
Rolan paces a bit as he listens to the wide range of final bids.
But Kassi's sitting on the floor, remember? She'd have to have long arms to
pinch I'sai's rump from here. Of course, she *does* have a pretty long
reach, come to think of it.... "Oh, did you? Nay so fine as leathers,
dresses, but they fit better at times like these."
Grieselda wanders through the crowds. "Let an old lady through?"
<Weavers> Dela whees! 2 commissions for me already! :P
Telgar Weyr> M'rgan thinks L'cher needs to get in on the bidding. :)
Radar turns at the sound of the old woman's voice. She looks vaguely
familiar, but he can't remember where he's seen her before.
Nuala says "4 and a half once, then...twice?"
Telgar Weyr> J'var grins.
Schmitt shifts nervously.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "He didn't buy me. He's trying to make Is think
that Kassi's pinching his rear end. Ack, *Mart*!"
Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Next best thing. Tierigal is here."
Telgar Weyr> Erdrick says, "Bid?"
Telgar Weyr> J'var says, "We're being auctioned off."
Telgar Weyr> Erdrick says, "Who is? :)"
S'klin sips his wine and watches the excitement bemusdely.
Mirala peers up. "Um..." she shrugs at Schmitt, then grins. "But I'M going
to be, and you're going to bid on me, aren't you?" She gazes at the crowd,
and spots Sauscony. "Hey, Soz," she calls, waving.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Who's got to leave soon?"
Telgar Weyr> M'rgan phews. That's good to know. I mean pinching is one
thing. But if you'd been patting his rear...*shudder*
Merielan slips into the room, and looks around, after a few moments she
starts to look more and more confused.
Doran smiles and waves over to Merielan.
<Weavers> Nuala whines. I'm hungry. Someone want to help out?
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Congrats, Dela"
<Weavers> Merielan jumps up and down "Can I be sold!?"
<Weavers> Fillaren says, "Me!"
Grieselda nudges a bronzerider. "Hey, who is up for bids? Any one with a
-lot- of stamina, if you know what I mean?" She winks.
Telgar Weyr> J'var snaps his fingers. Shucks, I shoulda thought of that.
Ofira looks over and waves to the healer, smiling. she spots Tierigal then
too, and winces slightly.
Sauscony slips in then grins as she spots Mirala,'hello!' She calls back
before she heads towards the baker.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima will leave that to you, brownie dear.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "You want to auction people off Fillaren?"
Nuala says "Sold, then, to Doran!"
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Who's up next?"
<Weavers> Fillaren says, "Nah. I'm happy with my purchase. :) But I do need
to get going. G'night weavers and models!"
<Weavers> Mirala wants to be sold sometime, here... ;P
Merielan spots Doran and slips through the crowd to him, giving him a
friendly hug she asks softly "What is going on?" And then at the words, her
eyes widen. "Sold?" she whispers.
<Weavers> Merielan smiles "ME?"
<Weavers> Kassima votes for J'var. While all those women still have money. ;)
Shylana giggles and gets back down, four and a half marks is better than
she expected.
Ofira looks back over at the auction, "I wonder who'll be next. One of the
men I hope," she says impatiently to MirAntha.
Schmitt declares firmly, "No." And after a long, long minute she
reluctantly adds, "But I suppose I'll let Kazeth."
<Weavers> Raimi snugs Fillaren. "I"ll take over. I'll just devide my self
in two.
Doran claps his hands and makes his way toward the auction block
withdrawing a few marks on his way. "Indeed! Have I got plans for you!" he
offers Shylana a sinister grin.
MirAntha says "Me too"
<Weavers> J'var grins, chanting, Kassi! Kassi! Kassi!
I'sai whirls - did Leya say something? - the edge of his hand out, and
grits through his teeth, "Even if you -had- bought..." and then there's
Grieselda, and he just retreats stiff-legged through the crowd, more or
less in the Benden healer's direction.
S'klin claps, "Good show Doran."
Fillaren steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Sayuri wanders over to I'sai.
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Okay, who needs to leave or do I do Kassi?"
Shylana mock gasps. "Plans?"
<Weavers> Doran says, "Ahem..."
<Weavers> J'var has plenty of time. :)
Mirala grins at the healer. "Hey," she calls again. "How'd ya like my
outfit? You missed the fashion show." She turns around a bit, to show off
for Soz. She beams at Schmitt. "Good girl."
<Weavers> Radar wants to see Mirala get sold. Can she go soon?
<Weavers> Kassima whimpers. Do J'var, do J'var!
Tierigal stands up on his tippy toes to try and see over the crowd..which,
of course, makes him tumble into a large holder in front of him. He earns a
grumble from the man, and stumbles through the crowd, only to find, "Old
sexy!" That's Ofira. Of course.
Grieselda pulls out a little velvet sack of marks from her cleavage much to
the horror of the bronzerider beside her. She shakes the sack. "Lots of
marks, here, been saving them ever since my last mate died, heart attack
you know, couldn't keep up."
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Raimi decides."
<Weavers> Raimi says, "Ahem, what Doran? You want to auction off people?"
Leya seems to be getting over the shock of being sold to the highest
bidder. "Dress leathers? All I have are riding leathers, but my dress is
really nice. She blinks up at I'sai, completely missing the rear pinching.
She frowns, "What's with him?"
<Weavers> Doran says, "Oh no, I do not think I am up to that. ;)"
<Weavers> Mirala would like to go fairly soooon, if is possible...
<Weavers> Shylana says, "NOw that I have been sold... I need to get my
beauty sleep... (oh, the comments Lil would make about that!)"
I'sai stops short to look down at the dark-haired girl, "Uh, sorry, Sayuri.
Didn't see you... want to come this way?" he nods Sauscony's direction,
even if that means to Mirala, too.
Ofira closes her eyes and groans quietly. "I was having such a nice,
relaxing evening."
Raimi crooks a finger at Mirala. "Your turn."
S'klin chuckles quietly at Ofira's comment.
<Weavers> Shylana wavies :)
Kassima admits, frowning after him herself, "Nay certain. I hope he's nay
trying t'be escaping." She'll tattle to the Weavers if he is.
<Weavers> Merielan jumps up and down "OooOo Can -I- sell people?"
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Bye, Shy!"
<Weavers> Raimi will let Merie take over after I sell off Mirala.
Doran pays the four and a half marks and drags Shylana off thru the crowd
back to his table.
<Weavers> Dela comes running back to the auction block!
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Come, Merie. You take over...yeah. After Raimi. I'm
fading back now. Take over, Raims :)"
<Weavers> Merielan smiles happily.
Mirala claps her hands, "Oh, good," she cries, abandoning Schmitt with a
quick poke and a grin, then prances up on the platform, and begins to
strut. "Hey, if you bid on me you get all this," she waves, "And PIE!"
<Weavers> Doran says, "And fear not Merie, there are still certian things I
cannot do with Appies. ;)"
Telgar Weyr> I'sai believes J'var is outdoing Kassima in the Evil rankings.
Not only was he actively misleading in an Evil fashion, but she was being
nice to her other wingmate.
Raimi says "Bidding starts at two marks for this wonderful master baker.
She cooks, she models, she looks good in a bathing suit or an apron."
Leya nods to Kassima, "If I had to be sold, he does." Misery does love
company... She looks out at the people gathered and blinks as she notices
the drunk man, calling Ofira...sexy? "Who's that?" she asks Kassi, nodding
toward him.
<Weavers> Merielan blinks innocently....
Grieselda snorts. "No flesh on that one... wouldn't get a days work out of
her.. and pie.. " She phaws, then smiles, showing a toothless grin. "Who
needs pie! Look what it did to my pretty smile?"
Dela steps out of the Weavercraft tent.
Feleyan's eyes nearly pop out of his head as he stares at Mirala strutting
about on the platform.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "But the bidding on you hasn't come up yet, Is.
Remember that. 0:)"
Ofira claps loudly for Mirala, opening her eyes long enough to do this and
then shrinking back down as Tierigal approaches.
Telgar Weyr> J'var grins.
Radar raises his hand and asks, "Does she make bubblies?"
Sayuri eyes I'sai up and down, wondering when _he_ goes up for bids.
Telgar Weyr> Leya wonders how far from the bottom Leya's evil ranking is.
Raimi says "I'm sure she does Radar, She's a master baker....Two marks,
anyone?"
Tierigal wraps his arm lewdly around Ofira's shoulders - that is, if it
gets that far, and grins one of his sexy grins. But, of course, he's way
too sloshed for it to look good right about now. "Oh! That's nice. Hey,
give me some marks. I spent it all on this wine...oh! I could give you the
wine for the marks." Isn't it nice how his speech doesn't slur? Practice.
Telgar Weyr> M'rgan says, "Everytime a greenrider does the little halo
emoticon, I picture that halo bursting into flames and exploding as horns
appear on the greenrider's head."
Mirala adds, "I sing too, but no need to go into that." She twirls a bit
onstage, then leans over. "Two sharding marks, folks! You're going to
offend me," she pouts.
Telgar Weyr> Keira blinks. I really missed something, didn't I?
Kassima squints towards Tierigal, and admits freely, "Nary a clue. But
methinks 'twill hide from him all the same."
Telgar Weyr> J'var snickers.
I'sai blanches and attempts to retreat from Sayuri, too, tossing a, "Two
marks... and an eighth!" over his shoulder.
Ofira laughs, "Does she make bubblies? Only the best in the Craft!" she
calls in response, before trying to edge away from Tierigal. "Journeyman!
What do you think you're doing!" she snaps.
Radar stands as tall as he can and shouts out, "2 1/2 marks!"
Telgar Weyr> Leya laughs!
Telgar Weyr> I'sai likes that, M'rgan. ...Fashion show and bidding, Keira.
A tall dark rider in the back of the room offers, "Three!"
Telgar Weyr> Ro wants to bid on someone.
Telgar Weyr> Keira says, "Fashion show and bidding? Awww!"
Feleyan calls out in a hoarse adolescent voice, "Three marks!" ...too late.
Grieselda shakes her sack. "3 and 1/4. .. Can you scrub walls, girlie?"
Raimi smiles at Mirala. "Seems your popular with the younger crowd."
Telgar Weyr> M'rgan says, "You're a brownrider, Leya. There's no evil in
you. Now if you wanted to check your rank on the stolid, dependable, and
humble meters..."
Tierigal waggles his eyebrows at Ofira, "I'm tryin' to get money! I need to
buy a date." He frowns suddenly, "Oh...wait. No I don't. I could..." And
with that, his eyes go all rolley in the back of his head, and he stumbles
towards the back of the room towards a chair.
Mirala beams at the praise from Ofira, bobbing her head. "I AM bubblies!"
She glares at the crowd. "You're going into percentages? Did I mention the
pie? Are you BLIND?" She prances about a little more.
Sayuri makes sure I'sai isn't going _too_ far away, then starts rummaging
around for her pouch.
Telgar Weyr> Leya oos, "Where am I there?" :)
Tierigal climbs the magnificent curving staircase, running his hand along
the hightly polished banisters.
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "Are you sure Thunderbolt hasn't contaminated her
any?"
Sauscony grins as she spots I'sai, making herself comfortable....turning to
consider Mirala fully.
Ofira tries to give Tierigal a shove away, while calling, "She's a
Masterbaker! And she sings! I want to hear at least 25 marks!" she informs
the crowd.
"Scrub walls?" she nearly keens. Then looks pleadingly at Ofira, nodding.
Raimi looks at Ofira. "Twentyfive marks from the Baker craftmaster!"
MirAntha says "25 hmm that's a lot"
I'sai, while Sayuri's distracted, makes a break for it with a muttered, "As
if we -have- it," to Ofira on his way towards Sauscony.
Feleyan's shoulders slump and he sighs in disappointment.
Merielan jumps around, trying to see better.
Radar is out of it now. 25 marks is too much for him to beat. The Baker
Craftmaster will will this one for sure.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Mart, she's a *Thunderbolt* brownrider. Whose
soul is now the property of Kassi. She's evil. ;)"
Mirala swishes up and down the platform, tossing her hair. "I know uses for
pie that you've probably only dreaaaaamed about," she calls.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima scrolls back and acks. GOMH, Is.
Telgar Weyr> Sayuri says, "Hey, I'sai, you ran off. :)"
Ofira smiles at MirAntha, "Well, I only meant to raise the bidding, but
that's okay."
Leya watches Tiergal stumble off, "I think he's left, so you shouldn't have
to hide. I'll hide with you if he comes back though." She looks over
I'sai's way, "He doesn't look like he's escaping." She giggles, "Those
sides would be great for poking him with something cold, wet too."
Raimi looks around the room. "Twentyfive marks....anyone else?"
Grieselda coughs. "25 marks? For that skinny thing and that outfit just
ain't pratical for cot cleaning!"
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "He did. Or tried. For a good reason. ;) And it's
a very good thing he can't hear Leya right now."
<Weavers> Raimi lol at Mirala!
S'klin laughs.
<Weavers> Merielan is laughing -so- hard right now.
Kassima muses, watching I'sai go, "M'self, 'twould probably try tickling
him instead. He's ticklish--did you know that? 'Tis truth."
Dela holds up her leather hood over her face while laughing. "I want to
know what she does with those bubblies!" she says to the woman standing
next to her, who promptly turns *Bright* red.
Raimi smiles at the older woman. "I don't think that's what anyone would
bid for her for."
Sayuri gets comfortable, sure that I'sai will be back soon.
MirAntha looks at Grieselda "Hows that " she ask Ofira
Rolan says "I have to beat 25 marks? hmmmm"
<Weavers> Rolan says, "Well I guess none of them wanted to show up to buy
me so...whenever :)"
Sauscony laughs as she spots I'sai, 'Interesting outfit.' She notes quietly
once he gets within earshot.
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Split up the guys. :)"
Telgar Weyr> M'rgan pokes at Leya's head, looking for horns under her hair.
Do you have a pointy tail hidden in your trousers?
Ofira calls to Rolan, "I hear that the SEbring are wealthy enough! And
you'd be purchasing a family member too!" She laughs.
"Skinny?" This time is IS a keen for Mirala. Skinny and Baker just don't GO
together. She pouts at the crowd. "You're hurting me, here." Mirala looks
down at Dela and gives her a coy wink. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"
Telgar Weyr> Leya peeks, "Nope." ;>
I'sai says to the healer, once he's gotten on her other side, "Uh. Thanks.
I think. It was Kassi's idea. But you might have guessed that. ...How much
do you think Mirala'll go for? She is, uh, ...bouncy. Awfully bouncy."
Pleasantly bouncy.
Rolan says "no I meant I have to go for /more/ then 25 when its my
turn...I'm /NOT/ buying her"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima snorts. Trust Mart to want to know more about what's
in her pants. ;)
Dela laughs and calls back up to Mirala "If you tell me, I'll make you a
/skimpier/ swimsuit!" she promises.
Grieselda smiles back, nodding respectful like to Raimi. "Well, then what
fer?"
Leya laughs, "No, I didn't know. Tickling would be good too. I wonder if
he'll ever wear it again or I should take the opportunity while it presents
itself." Her overly thoughtful expression is ruined by a fit of giggling.
Mirala grins at Ofira. "I think he'd rather bid on Thread," she laughs.
Then grins again at Dela. "Is that a promise?" She flounces back to center
stage once more. "This is your last chance, people!"
Raimi looks down from the runway to Grieselda. "Uhm, baking?"
Radar just shakes his head in defeat.
MirAntha laughs at Mirala "She's good isn'r she "
Raimi says "Going once, going twice....sold to Ofira!"
Pelar is intreigued by the baker comments and offers "5 more than what ever
the highest bid is."
MirAntha says "Oh you got her"
Mirala whistles, "Ofira! You and me have a date."
Sauscony considers thoughtfully, her gaze resting on Marila, 'Maybe 15 or
20 mraks?'
Grieselda nod and smiles toothlessly again, then shakes her head. "Too much
sweets, not good for a person."
<Weavers> Raimi hates to cut your bidding short but has to go. Merielan you
can take over the auctioning.
Rolan says "Oooo Sauscony!" waves."
Feleyan steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
<Weavers> Kassima snugs a Raimi!
Ofira laughs and applauds, "That we do! C'mon over here and let me check
out what I've purchased!" she calls, with a teasing leer.
<Weavers> Merielan wonders how to?"
<Weavers> Leya snugs Raimi. :)
<Weavers> Nuala sneaks out of the spam. I'll be around for questions.
MirAntha says "slave for a day?"
Nuala steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
<Weavers> Raimi is missing so much...someone continue to log...just pic a
person and offer them for sale.
I'sai mutters something about first Irena, now... "-That- was a lot."
<Weavers> Merielan nods nods
<Weavers> Doran shines a spotlight into Nuala's eyes. "Where were you the
night of the 20th?"
Mirala prances over to her CraftMaster and turns around, grinning. "You do
make a habit of it with your underBakers, don't you?" she winks.
Merielan makes her way over to Raimi and whispers in her ear for a moment,
pointing towards the stage and the people waiting to be auctioned off.
<Weavers> Nuala aies. at home! I swear! ;)
Merielan steps into Raimi's place and scans the crowd, looking for those
who want to be auctioned.
Sauscony chuckles softly before she asks I'sai, 'How about you...are you
going to be auctioned off..or have you and I missed it?'
<Weavers> Merielan hmms "Who's next?"
Sayuri spots I'sai in the crowd and walks over. "Hey, handsome."
<Weavers> Rolan says, "I guess I'm as ready as I will be :("
<Weavers> J'var points to Kassi.
<Weavers> Dela will go if no one else wants to
<Weavers> Kassima points to J'var.
<Weavers> Merielan thinks we ought to get a guy up here.
<Weavers> Merielan smiles pleadingly around especially at J'var "PWEASE?"
Ofira gives Mirala a look and says dryly, "Good thing you're master rank."
She looks her up and down, "25 marks...well...can't expect a masterbaker to
go for less. Now come sit down here," she pats her lap, "And later we'll go
walk the gather."
<Weavers> Aidan says, "I'll stay and get auctioned, why not :)"
<Weavers> J'var snickers. "I've no objections."
<Weavers> Kassima beams. And settles back to watch the fun. ;)
<Weavers> Rolan says, "I'll go, really."
I'sai's eyes widen, and he sidles back a little more at Sayuri's approach;
"Ah, I've already been auctioned off," he lies to the healer. "To, um, um,"
didn't the masterweaver just leave? "-Raimi-."
Mirala laughs, and hops into Ofira's lap, grinning. "Oh dear. Should I be
afraid?" She comments, "Let's see, you just bought me for the approximate
worth of 4800 bubbly pies."
<Weavers> Merielan smiles at J'var "Wonderful..J'var first then Rolan."
<Weavers> J'var just wants to make sure he's around to watch Kassi's
auction. ;)
<Weavers> I'sai says, "And then Kassi."
Sauscony blinks as she peers at Sayuri.
Grieselda sniffs. "She must be -some- kneader, for that price!"
Merielan looks pointdly in J'var's direction and moitions towards the stage.
MirAntha cheers loudly "yeahhh "
Kassima, overhearing this, singsongs over, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" to
I'sai. She's so very helpful. Really.
MirAntha truns to Ofira "Here we go "
Grieselda would whistle, but she has no teeth, so she phbbbts instead.
Sayuri looks back at Sauscony. "He's lying," she whispers.
J'var's grin widens, and he saunters forward, stretching a leg up to the
stage before drawing himself up slowly onto it. He flaunts, wiggling his
rear just a little.
Mirala catches Grieselda's comment and grins at her. "Oh, better than you
can imagine," she chirps.
Ofira grins at MirAntha, "Good luck! I hope it works out."
MirAntha smiles "Me too "
Alysia raises her eyebrows at I'sai, a slight smile resting on her lips,
and shrugs.
Sauscony glances over at Kassi. "Thanks!" She calls out to the helpful
greenrider. "Don't worry. I'sai..I haven't a mark to my name.'
I'sai sticks his chin up, and argues past all logic, "Am -not-. ...Sayuri,
look at J'var. See J'var? Why don't you bid on -him-... wait," he peers
around, "Alysia? What are you doing here? ...Don't tell Hamari."
Schmitt looks rather relieved, as she sinks into the nearest chair.
Merielan smiles evilly and proceeds to haggle in a distintly -un-Meri like
voice "Lookie here, PRIME meat folks, look at that bottom..nice and tight!
What'll we have...I think he's worth at -least- 6 marks!"
Sayuri smirks wickedly. "But I do."
Leya groans and rolls her eyes at J'var's flaunting. "He'd better hope you
doesn't get someone who just wants him to clean and stuff."
<Weavers> Merielan decides to be bad.
<Weavers> J'var giggles.
J'var strikes a pose, fists on his hips, puffing out that oh-so-perfect chest.
<Weavers> Aidan decides not to actually
Grieselda looks the greenrider up and down, leeringly. "Now that would be
someone I would let clean my walls.. anyday."
MirAntha shouts " 6 marks"
Dela catcalls at J'var, raising a hand to cup around her mouth "Wooo!!"
S'klin chuckles.
Alysia strolls casually over to the bronzeride. "Oh, I don't think that
will be nececcary. She should be her any time, herself." She gives I'sia a
swink
Sayuri gives J'var's chest a look or two... or three.
Merielan smiles wider "Look at those muscles! Just think..those could be
yours! Didn't you ever want a young...-virile- man..to satisfy your -every-
desire?"
<Weavers> J'var is dying laughing here...
<Weavers> Aidan says, "I'll let someone buy me some other time, right now
I'm fuming about evil roommates and such :>"
<Weavers> Dela falls over laughing!
Ofira pats Mirala on the shoulder. "Now, I'll be right back. YOu just sit
here and look pretty till I come back." She laughs rather wickedly and
excuses herself.
<Weavers> Merielan is having -so-much fun
<Weavers> Dela snugs Aidan buh-bye!
<Weavers> Doran patpats Aidan. Aww, okay, I'll fight over you some other
time. ;)
I'sai blanches. Visibly. All the way down to his ankles. "Hamari will
-what-? ...And Sauscony, you're not reassuring me any, either; at least
-you're- safe," he asserts.
Kassima calls over again to I'sai, "Really, Is, would it be *nicer* of me
t'be letting her win you? I could do that. Be nice. I could. If'n you
wanted me to." Oerhearing Merielan, she yells, "Thunderbolt isn't called
the Wing of Prolific Dragonriders because our men aren't virile, nay sirrah!"
Mirala nods, grinning, to her CraftMaster, and resumes looking pretty.
Ofira steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Sayuri looks from J'var to I'sai several times, wishing she has enough
marks to bid on both.
Grieselda calls out in a semi seductive voice. "4 marks!" She hacks and
hacks until someone pats her on the back.
J'var struts some more, back and forth across the stage to let every
prospective buyer a good look. An eyebrow is raised toward Kassi as he
passes her. "And thanks to my dear Wingleader here, I'm trained to be
active -all- night long... Thanks for those sweeps, Kassi!"
Schmitt glances over towards Mirala and offers a hopeful grin. "Didn't have
that much money."
MirAntha shout "I'll bid 6 marks "
Merielan twirls her gavel, obvoiusly enjoying this immensly, she winks in
Doran's direction and goes back to working the crowd "Come -on- people!
-Look- at him..have you ever seen such.." cut off abrutly she frowns "4
marks! 4 marks! Surely you want this..6 marks! Isn't he worth more? Look at
those cheeks! And -not- the ones on his face..."
Kassima drawls up at the greenrider, "I *do* try. Stamina training is
m'specialty. Right."
Grieselda glares at MirAntha. "six and 1/2 marks.."
MirAntha says "7 marks then"
<Weavers> Merielan sighs happily "I have -such- a sick little mind."
Mirala sighs, blowing her hair out of her eyes. "I hope there are some girl
models left to bid on, now that I'm sold," she muses. She scowls over at
Schmitt. "Sure, suuuure. Kazeth is going to have a word with you, isn't he!"
<Weavers> Dela grins.. Can we sell you too Merie?
Alysia folds her arms over her midriff and regards I'sai. "Well, The sooner
you get out of that thing the less chance she has of finding out." With a
solemn nod, she adds "And you have my word as a Harper I won't tell her."
<Weavers> Rolan is glad he's being sold by Merielan, even if no one bids
its an ego trip
Merielan smiles looking betwixt MirAntha and Grieselda "Who will have this
delectable piece of meat? Which lady...I think we can do better then 7! Do
you really want this young thing to have -your- man?"
I'sai mutters through his teeth at Sayuri, in that 'so not hearing Kassima'
sort of way, "So hurry up already. Bid on him." ...And, evidently,
Merielan's suddenly gotten on his people-not-to-look-at list. "How's, um.
Benden, Sauce. And, well, I can't get out of it till I get my normal
clothes back, is the thing."
<Weavers> Mirala sniffs and had to ego all her own. ;)
<Weavers> Nuala grins. Oh, I have to see. :)
Schmitt hunches up her shoulders a little defensively, "It's true, really,
'tis. I've only twenty marks to my name, and I only brought fifteen of
those - not expecting to use them, either."
Blaithin pops out of *between* and circles until she finds a place to land.
MirAntha says "10 marks"
<Weavers> Merielan grins "Sure..you can sell me..."
J'var pauses, and his gaze sweeps the crowd. "You heard the lady!" He
gestures toward Kassi, "And for those of you with young daughters, you can
buy the gift that keeps on giving."
Grieselda frowns, mumbling something about whippersnappers and marks and
surly takes a seat on the bronzeriders lap.
<Weavers> I'sai *laughs*, *J'var!*
<Weavers> Kassima *howls*!
<Weavers> J'var grins and bows.
<Weavers> Dela bwahahaha!
<Weavers> Nuala lol!
Sayuri gives I'sai another look. "Oh, no, I don't think so. I'm _saving_ my
marks."
MirAntha looks over to Grieselda "Well then any higher "
Merielan looks around "Anyone going to beat 10 marks? 10 marks for the gift
that can keep on going! And going!"
<Weavers> Merielan adds to J'vars rather perfect little joke :)
Mirala pouts. "Fine, fine," she says, then grins again. "But, I suppose
since I get to keep the clothes..." She peers up at J'var. "Man. He's
better than I am."
Sauscony offers I'sai a sympathic look, 'I suppose I could try and bid...if
you would like?'
"And you'll just keep on saving 'em, too," Kassi purrs. I'sai might not be
hearing her, but that's not stopping her from talking to--or about--him.
Doran chuckles and shakes his head at Merie's antics on the block.
Schmitt mmphs softly, "Tell me you aren't going to wear that around. Please."
Sayuri glares at Sauscony and hisses, "He's mine!"
Grieselda shakes her head. "Too dear for me, lass." She looks J'var over,
especially one area. "I doubt.. he can keep giving and giving and giving,
anyhow."
<Weavers> J'var grinnods.
Merielan senses that that's as high..er..no pun intented..as it can go and
slams the gavel down "SOLD! for 10 marks!"
MirAntha smiles and give J'var a smile "Are you as good as you say " She
jumps up
Mirala beams up at Schmitt. "I'm NEVER going to take it off."
J'var catches Mirala's comment, and grins toward her. "Darlin', I'm better
than -anybody-." Hearing Merielan, he glances around quickly. "Who's the
lucky one? Ooooohhhh..." He looks MirAntha up and down, and grins as he
jumps off the stage. "Better."
MirAntha grins up at the rider "Hmm very nice " she purrs
Merielan looks around with a wide, happy grin "Who's next to be hawked by
me? Need a boost of self-esteem? I can provide that..and -more-!"
<Weavers> Merielan looks around..."Whoooo's next?"
Kassima does pause to cover her eyes briefly with a hand, however.
"Thunderbolt has nay reputation left," she mourns. "A merry lot of lechers
we be. Except for me. And Leya."
Schmitt suddenly looks very much relieved. "Well, that solves all the
problems then, doesn't it."
<Weavers> Dela thinks she's going to have to make a special line of clothes
now.. Specially called Weaverslutgear.. Thanks Kassi :)
Mirala sticks her tongue out at J'var. "Ha! Just you catch me on a good
night. All the old aunties didn't want a piece of flesh such as myself...
hard to work with," she sniffs.
J'var bows to the 'lucky' buyer. "And at your service, most lovely of
ladies. Kassi... we had a reputation?"
<Weavers> Merielan laughs "Sign me up :)"
Rolan steps up next to Merielan "I suppose I could go next."
<Weavers> Kassima says, "Oh, don't thank me. Mirala came up with the title.
;)"
<Weavers> Dela says, "Oh.. Well, then Thanks Mirala :)"
<Weavers> Doran raises his hand. "I'll take some Weaverslutgear too!"
I'sai's glance averts from Sayuri, too, though he does say, "That's, um,
very ... thrifty of you. And Sauce, I thought you didn't have any with you?
Or how about you, Alysia? Think they'd take it in sweets-on-a-stick? Or..."
still not looking at the pregnant wingleader, he whispers something about
mint-sticks.
<Weavers> Mirala grins.
<Weavers> Dela chuckles!
J'var casts a wink in Mirala's direction. "I do."
Mirala peers. "It does?"
Rolan mutters to Merielan, "... is... bid if..."
<Weavers> Merielan has ideas...
<Weavers> Dela says, "Sell Kassi! Kassi! Kassi!"
Grieselda says "10 marks!""
"Back when P'tran was Wingleader, mayhaps?" Kassima hazards. Wait. Did she
just hear something about mint-sticks?
Merielan ah's softly, blushes..who'd have thought she could now? and nods
"Yes."
MirAntha nods and hmm " Why thank you, what shall i do with you " she says
walking round J'var
<Weavers> Kassima says, "After Rolan. But you'll have to physically haul
her up there, you know. ;)"
Mirala grins at J'var. "Oh, right?" She leans back and watches. "Rolan's
next, hmmm?"
Merielan moitions Rolan up to the stage and thinks for a moment, finally
starting her hawking.
Schmitt grins as she nods, "It does. I mean, er, if you never take
it..never mind." She blushes, and studies the ceiling intently/
Sauscony grins as she spots Rolan, waving as him before turning to I'sai,'I
could get some..if they would take an promise note.'
<Weavers> Dela flexes in her skintight skimpy leather thingies and hauls
Kassi stage-wards
Sayuri grins. "I'm not going to do anything _too_ bad to ya, I'sai."
J'var spreads his hands. "Whatever you like, Lady... Hmmm. What -is- your
name? I'm not drunk enough tonight to go home with somebody whose name I
don't know."
Merielan yells loudly "This -fine- young dandy does not limit himself at
-all- if you catch my meaning! -Everyone- is welcome to bid on this
-lovely- gentlemen, such a pretty face and a soothing voice, for a romantic
little dance, or dinner, he's your man!"
MirAntha calls " When do you want the marks " she then turns to J'var "I'm
Mirantha od Bitra Hold "
Grieselda nudges someone next to her. "Trader...right? Good money, steady
income, looking for mate number five, I am."
Mirala catches on and just grins, evilly, at Schmitt. "Well, I'll take it
off when I go to bed. Can't wear clothes to bed, you know. Too hot."
<Weavers> Merielan is having -ever- so much fun.
Rolan poses a bit on the stage and smiles at the crowd.
I'sai admits, "I don't know if they would or not. That one fellow, he said
he'd settle in the morning, but he went off with -Raimi-, so who knows...
Mint-sticks are your best bet with Kassi, though." He adds, folding his
arms, a sort of mantra: "Nothing bad's going to happen. Nothing bad's going
to happen. Right, Sayuri? Everyone? -Right-. Nothing bad's..." and so on.
Dela spies Rolan on the 'auction block' and catcalls!
Schmitt whops her forehead down into the palm of her hand, "Never mind,
never mind, Faranth, /please/, never mind."
Alysia gives two quick sidelong glances at the two women flanking the
bronzerider, and takes a step back, smiling weakly. "Well, I've a few marks
for the cause, I s'pose..."
<Weavers> Kassima ohlords. Kassi will probably have a coronary if Merielan
goes on about her, uh, charms the way she has the men's. ;)
J'var bows again. "Lady Mirantha... a lovely name that puts one in mind of
a zephyr on a warm spring day." He smirks toward Mirala. "Very right."
Grieselda toothlessly smiles at the young trader, winks and calls out "10
marks!"
MirAntha blusher slightly "Why thank you "
Mirala whistles at the man -- her brother, and calls out, "Eleven marks!"
She sticks her tongue out, again, at J'var.
I'sai adds after a moment, "Who ripped Rolan's trous, anyway? ...-Thank-
you, Alysia. Knew I could count on a harper," he admittedly exaggerates.
Grieselda sniffs. "12!"
Kassima agrees too-brightly with I'sai, "A'course nay! You'll have t'dance
on a table with Mr. Flibble, that's all. In pink. With ribbons in your
hair. Naught so very bad as all that."
Merielan's grin is only getting wider "What'do I get? What'do I get for
such a gentlemanly sample as what I have here? 10 marks! A good start, a
good start! Any young thing want this lovley little bit...11 marks! 12!"
Sayuri smiles sweetly. "Of _course_ not, I'sai. _Nothing_ bad is going to
happen."
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Sounds great to me!"
Schmitt dares a glance towards Mirala - oh, good, she seems to be
never-minding quite well.
Merielan notes Rolan's mark "A trader, bet he could get you a sweet deal or
a sweet kiss! 14 marks..do I hear 14 marks!?"
Leya blinks at Kassi, "What is worse than that?" Does she really want to
know...
J'var grins at Mirala. "Put that away unless you plan to use it, darlin'."
An eyebrow rises toward MirAntha. "Ah, now, a blushing beauty. You know how
to enslave a man, you do."
Grieselda positively drools, unfortunately and wipes it off with the back
of her hand. "Looks like you are almost mine, boy."
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Note to self. Merie runs the auctions from now on. ;)"
<Weavers> Merielan laughs evilly "SO fun..."
I'sai's shoulders flinch slightly. It might be Kassima. It might be Sayuri.
It might be general principle. If he had any.
MirAntha gose a deeper red "No not really "
Mirala just beams at Schmitt. "Whatever is the matter, darling roomate?"
She cackles at the stage, "Sixteen marks!" And smirks at J'var. "I intend
to, most skillfully... just not with you."
Rolan looks out at the crowd and smiles.
"There's worse," Kassi promises, in an ominous tone. "There's always worse.
Being turned into Isaina, for instance."
Mirala croons at the stage, "Rolan, my love! I hope you like taste-testing
piiiiies!"
Merielan is almost hopping with excitement, her gavel swings dangeroulsy
"16 marks! A hotly contest beauty! Do I hear 18 marks!? Is this lovely
worth more then a master baker?"
Schmitt's eyebrows jump upwards again and she blushes, "Nothing. At all. Er
- d'you have any of the other models in mind?" Change the subject. Change it.
Grieselda blinks at Mirala. "Hey you with the skinny bones... I got him up
to twelve marks."
MirAntha says "What draogn do you ride"
<Weavers> Doran smirks. And to think I was actually going to stick myself
on the block... ;)
<Weavers> Dela eyes Doran and chases him block-wards..
Merielan clears her throat and yells louder "Do I have to give this little
bit away for -only- 16 marks! Come -on-!"
Grieselda pouts, whining. "Outbid a old lady in her last days, someone to
warm my bones, is all I asked for.."
J'var :wrinkles his nose cheerfully. "Not tonight, at any rate." He reaches
for Mirantha's hand, slowly enough she could easily avoid it. "Miseth's the
lump that claimed me on Telgar's Sands, darlin'."
<Weavers> Merielan smiles evilly "Are you -sure- you want to do that Doran?
With -me- as auctioneer?"
Mirala bats her lashes at Schmitt. "I can't remember. I'm bidding on my
darling brother, here, for the sheer fun of it..." She glares at Grieselda.
"Oh yeah? Well he's MY brother."
I'sai calls over Kassima's way, still not looking at her, "Not gonna
happen." He lowers his voice to ask the so-nice crafters around him, "What
are the chances of sneaking past to get to change clothes, do you think?
This is, um. Drafty."
MirAntha lets her hand be held "Oh what a nice name"
Mirala blinks. Then again. She croons sweetly at Grieselda. "Warm your
bones, you say? Now, now! How about if I give YOU some marks to bid on
Rolan with?"
Sayuri looks through her pouch, wishing her gambling adventures were just a
_bit_ more profitable. After all, it _is_ I'sai.
Schmitt adds, scheme lurking behind her grey eyes, "If you don't win,
y'know, we could pool our money -together- and, see?"
<Weavers> Doran smirks. That is exactly why I am afraid to now. ;)
Grieselda gasps, looking at Mirala. "Yer biddin on yer own brother? That is
just sick. I wash my hands of the two of you."
<Weavers> Dela can't wait to get up there. :)
MirAntha giggles at Grieselda
Rolan rubs his temples as he feels a mirala headache coming on.
Merielan's gavel is -close- -close- to slamming down "Looks like I'm gonna
have to sell this boyo for -far- less then he's worse..just a measly two
marks more..do I hear 18 marks!?"
J'var chuckles. "She certainly thinks so. Long as it's the name that the
bronzes call in their sleep, she's happy." He gestures toward Mirantha's
abandoned seat. "Shall we sit and watch the rest of the auction?"
"You have nay idea how rich I am, dear bronzerider," Kassima calls back,
without so much of an eyelid's twitch. "Just be glad I'm nay suggesting I
write a *song* about it afterwards."
Mirala looks desperate. "Not like that, you old ba- uh, Auntie, dearest, I
just wanted him to wash my pots. How about if I, uhm, give you twenty
marks?" she asks, pleadingly.
Leya was a nice crafter once, remember that. She pouts, giving I'sai her
best puppy dog eyes. "But you look so /nice/ in that. You do!" She glances
over at J'var and just shakes her head.
Sauscony finally glances at Sayuri,'Why, in Faranth name do you want to
/buy/ I'sai?'
Grieselda hmms, looking at the half naked girl suspiciously. "Trying to get
rid of 'em? What, he got some sort of defect?"
MirAntha says "You have a green! oh i think their the most beauitfull
colour of all"
Merielan's gavel slams down "SOLD! Sold for 16 marks!"
Sayuri gasps at Sauscony. "LOOK at him!"
<Weavers> Merielan peers about "WHoooOo's next?"
I'sai keeps his arms folded as if to ward off the Kassimannequin. And Leya?
Pouting? He'd dared a glance at her, but now startles away with a, "Huh?"
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Kassima and then Dela?"
Mirala nods. "He has a terrible lust. For aunties. I just remembered, and
he..." She peers up at Merie. "Sold?" She shrugs, then grins. "Well... I do
have those pots."
<Weavers> Dela chants: Kassi! Kassi! Kassi! Kassi!
MirAntha smiles "If you wan to yes "
Schmitt blinks, "Ah! Who won, Mir?"
Rolan wanders over and glares at Sauscony.
<Weavers> Mirala bwuaahahas.
<Weavers> Kassima hides under a convenient piece of furniture. You'll never
take me alive!
Sauscony blinks at the glare..."Is your auction over, already?'
Leya nearly falls over laughing at Sayuri, "I'd bet on him if /I/ had any
marks." You're just imagining the wicked gleam in her eye. She's so
/sweet/. She turns her winning smile on I'sai, "You really don't want to
change, right? That fits you so well."
Concerto appears from between and circles the area, looking around eagerly
for anything of interest.
Mirala grabs her brother's arm, gleefully grinning at him. "Hey, at least
I'm not an auntie," she mutters, "Be grateful." She nods at Schmitt. "Have
you met my darling brother?"
J'var blushes a bit. Yes, he's really capable of that. "Well, now, I'll
agree green's the best color there is, but then, I'm prejudiced." He
settles down in Mirantha's seat... and tries to tug her onto his lap.
*OOC ANNOUCEMENT* Auction -not- over, -NOT- over, auctioneer will BRB....
Rolan says "Yes...and I could have used our bid..."
Kassima seconds Leya, with a worried glance towards the temporarily-empty
auction block, "It does. It really does. And if'n you tried t'be getting
past, I'd have t'be cutting the laces, and that would raise the price on
you to an astronomical level. So I really can't be advocating that."
Mirala whistles over at Dela. "Hey, you still up?"
Schmitt nods, "I, er, think so." Still wary, she's losing some of her
frazzled nervousness.
MirAntha sits in J'var lap happily "I always wanted to ride a green "she
smiels up at him
Dela grins at Mirala and nods, her leathers creaking slightly with the
movement "Aye, but maybe Kassima should go first?" she laughs, with an
impish twinkle in her eye
Kassima's attention twists rather sharply to Dela. "What?" Uh-oh. Time to
edge for the door again.
Doran steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Samuel makes his way over from the courtyard..
I'sai just reddens again, up and down. "Only Rolan's is over. And maybe,"
he says in a lower voice, "It'd work better if you went over and stole my
clothes back for me," not 'from me,' "instead? I don't know what's become
of Leya, and, well, that other threat, she might actually go with that, and
...let's not even think about that."
J'var's eyebrows shoot up. "Well, you've certainly got your chance this
night. Sounds like you made a good buy."
Sayuri brushes up against I'sai. "So, tell me about yourself," she says, a
big grin spreading across her face.
Mirala tugs Rolan into place in front of Schmitt. "Schmitt, Rolan; Rolan,
Schmitt." She laughs over at Dela. "Oh, good. I want to see if you have
more costuming ideas," she grins. And laughs again, "Oh, oh yes," she says,
eyeing the reluctant Kassi.
Leya glances over MirAntha and J'var, was there an unspoken 'rider' at the
end of that? J'var probably hopes so. She looks back at I'sai and just
giggles. "You're so funny, Is."
Dela makes a sad face at Kassima "Oh.. Comon.. But all of them" she points
to a contigent of riders clustered in the back "seem to want to buy you!"
Kassima asks, plaintive, "Can't I just give you the thirty-second I might
fetch, if'n people were generous, and we can end it there?"
Rolan mutters "It was ...that...charming young woman over there..." points
to Grieselda "or my /SISTER/ and you didn't even lift a finger...see if you
get any more lollipops..." gets dragged over to Schmitt "Uhm hello.
I'sai brushes -away-, to call, "Get her whole mark-pouch!"
Grieselda winks ato Rolan. "Why thank ye, you are a pretty piece aren't ye,
charming too. Too bad you have such a strange family. My fourth mate was
like that, he was sweet as a peach but oh..his mother!"
MirAntha smiles at Mirala
Schmitt glances around. "Maybe," she says hopefully, "Maybe Kazeth would
like some company." And so she starts edging towards the door.
Sayuri clutches her pouch tighter.
Kassima yells back, distracted from her protests, "I have more at home!
You're nay getting away so easy!" How charmingly cliche. Inch back towards
the door. Inch. Inch. "Really, I can just pay you off, and we needn't worry
about this selling business at all...."
Leya looks quickly over at Kassima, "Umm, how high can I bet on you? I
don't have many marks on myself."
<Weavers> Merielan ok's "One more I got time for..someone want to take over
for me after this one?"
<Weavers> Merielan also needs to know who's next.
Dela shakes her head at Kassima "Nay, you have to go up there and be
auctioned." she grins "Comon, the rest of the models did it!" she asks,
plantively this time.
I'sai rubs his chin, "On second thought... let her go. With the promise of
not coming back to bid on anyone else."
Mirala beams at Rolan's glare, and then shoves him away from her. "Oh, go
on. Be free." She looks mournfully at Schmitt. "Does my dearest? I'm not
finished yet... maybe you should go." She nods back to MirAntha.
Sayuri wonders what's wrong with I'sai. After all, he's a MAN, isn't he?
<Weavers> Leya says, "Do I'sai next! :)"
<Weavers> Dela says, "Is has already been sold, hasn't he?"
Kassima makes frantic hand gestures at Leya. "High as you need to. I'll pay
the differ--*hey*. I'm nay going t'be doing that. I'll be sold if'n 'tis
what it takes t'be humiliating you, bronzeboy."
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Nope. He lied to Sauscony, and not very well at that."
<Weavers> Merielan would love to get her patty-paws on I'sai
S'klin steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
MirAntha asks J'var "Who the weyrwoman and weyr leader at your weyr "
<Weavers> Dela says, "Who's going to take over? I would, but my creativity
runs next to zero with things like that :)"
Grieselda eyes the bronzerider up and down then up and down again. "I hear
he can sing too."
<Weavers> Merielan just needs a person here..she's gotta run..."
<Weavers> Mirala thinks the male/female ratio -- at least the agressive
ones -- is really off around here. ;)
Sauscony winces at Rolan's words,'I wasn't watching, Rolan...I am so sorry.'
<Weavers> Kassima says, "Go ahead, sell Is. That'll be lots of fun. ;)"
Schmitt glares at the door, mumbling, "Actually, he's asleep. Shards."
Still she inches.
<Weavers> Mirala volunteers!
<Weavers> Dela will be auctioneer if no one else does then?
<Weavers> Dela says, "Who's left?"
Mirala taps her foot at Schmitt. "Oooohhhhh?"
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Mirala auction so Dela can be sold."
<Weavers> Dela says, "Hey, I can't sell myself can I?"
<Weavers> Merielan hands it over to Dela then
I'sai may have started to smirk Kassima's way, but at Griselda's comment he
loses it altogether. And folds his arms. Again.
J'var gestures slightly, only half his attention on the auction. "A'lex,
and Kindre. They've the, ah, honor of leading Telgar Weyr."
<Weavers> Mirala grabs it from Dela to auction her off. HEY! I can't bid on
her then! Shards... someone else do it.
Dela steps up toward the aution block trying to shoo Kassi that way "Comon!
Lemme sell you already!" she pleads "I'll make you a comfy tunic?"
MirAntha says "Have you a title"
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Sure, you can still bet on her. :)"
Schmitt stops. And opens big, innocent eyes at Mirala. "Er?"
Leya nods to Kassi, watching at she edges toward the door. She looks back
of I'sai, actual concern finally showin in her eyes. Teasing and all if
fun, but if it goes too far... "Umm, I'sai? You want me to bid on you? For
real?" Seems to be forgetting that her Wingleader might not want to her to.
Merielan steps down...and walks softly off, whistling innocently under her
breath.
Merielan steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
<Weavers> Mirala bwuahahs, really? Well, then, sure.
<Weavers> Merielan wonders if anyone logged that?
"I already *have* clothes!" Kassi wails. But she eyes I'sai nonetheless.
"If'n 'twill be getting it over with so I know how much I can be spending
on I'sai--hey. Leya. Hands off the merchandise; he's mine."
<Weavers> Nuala says, "I think someone is logging, yes :)"
<Weavers> Kassima can't belieeeeeve Kassi of all people just said that.
<Weavers> Merielan hopes so ;)
<Weavers> J'var snickers.
<Weavers> Nuala laughs.
<Weavers> Merielan drags herself off to sleep or something like it
Mirala leans over and bops Schmitt on the nose. "You're bad." She turns on
her heel and skips up to the block. "Dela, you can't sell yourself."
I'sai contrives to look soulful. Or something. "Please, Leya." Save him
from almost certain Doo - wait, no, that's Schmitt.
<Weavers> J'var snugs Meri. :)
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Bye, Merielan! Had fun watching. :)"
<Weavers> Merielan had -ever- so much fun and snugz everyone
<Weavers> Nuala says, "Night Meri! *dipsmooches*"
<Weavers> Mirala piiiies!
J'var laughs softly. "A title? Hmmm. Wingrider, of course. Sorry, no rank
here- I'm not that masochistic."
<Weavers> Leya is logging, missed the part when I left though.
Dela cheers and shoos Kassi up to the auction block and clears her voice
"Alrighty People! We've got Greenrider here! Getcha Greenrider!! She's rich
too, comon I know you want her!! Do I hear 4 marks!! 4 Marks! Just look at
this woman she's a beaut!"
<Weavers> Merielan pokes Nu and makes herself -the- auctioneer for -all-
furture wvr auctions...*dipsmoochies* Nu
Sayuri sniffles. "But Kassi!" she wails. "I want him!"
Mirala settles herself down by the auction block and grins up at Kassi.
"Poor dearie."
<Weavers> Dela chuckles and waviesnugs to Merielan
I'sai calls out, "One and a sixteenth!"
Schmitt whimpers slightly, and sinks down into a seat. "Um. Right."
J'var eyes the stage. He mutters to MirAntha, "... me... just a... of..."
He clears his throat, and raises his voice. "Kassi's up for bids?
Twenty-five marks!"
"I," Kassi mutters, ascending the block with great reluctance, "can't
believe this. Bid, Leya. And too bad, Sayuri--he's mine, mine, mine. Nyah."
And she even sticks out her tongue. Nothing like a challenge to lower a
greenrider's maturity rating.
Kassima then just stares in horror at J'var, and makes frantic gestures
towards Leya. Probably suggesting she should bid right about now.
MirAntha says "i haven't a title either, do you think i could see Miseth
later"
Dela glares at I'sai and then gapes for a second "Okay! 25 marks, I've got
25! Comon people, take a look, you konw the greenrider reuptation, I
promise you she can keep it intact! Do I hear 26? 26?"
Leya stares between I'sai and Kassi, "I can't bet on both?" She blinks as
the bidding starts, yelling out, "Thirty marks!"
I'sai then has to stare, and say quite quietly to Sauscony and Alysia, "I
had no -idea-. Where do you think he got that many?" Louder, "Go, Leya! Bet
all her marks!"
Sayuri glares at Kassima. "35!"
Kassima makes different frantic gestures towards Leya. "Don't raise it
*that* high! These are my marks you're betting with!"
MirAntha looks at J'var "Hey i'm not shareing you knwo "
Telgar Weyr> I'sai is torn. J'var winning Kassima, or Sayuri winning... I
can't decide which I like better, they're both great.
J'var sits back, grinning. "You betcha, Mirantha. I know. Fifty!"
Kassima makes yet a third set after Sayuri's bid. These would suggest that
perhaps she should bid after all. What is this, a game of Price Is Right?
Alysia raises an eyebrow in I'sai's direction, and give the bronzeridrer a
sympethetic sigh. "So much for that quiet eveing you were hoping for..."
I'sai outright gapes. Fifty. "...Yeah, you got that right."
Leya grins at I'sai, then turns back to Kassi shrugging helplessly, "But
/J'var/ was bidding!" She blinks at the aforementioned rider and yells out,
"Fifty-two!"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima thinks Kassi will probably win Kassi, or do her level
best. Let's hope she can still afford I'sai afterwards. ;)
Mirala whistles up at Kassima. "Shards. Maybe I should play hard to get,
next time, too."
Dela waves her gavel at Leya and says "30.. 35 marks, comon do I hear 36?
Just think what you can do with her!" she leers at Kassi and laughs "Do I
hear 36? Look at the.. 50.. 52 marks! Look at the figure on this woman!"
MirAntha frowns but lets J'var carry on ther emust be a reason
Sayuri tries to eat up all Kass' marks. "55!"
Kassima gapes at J'var. Then gapes at Leya. Then gapes at *Dela*. She's
pregnant; she's supposed to have a good figure? "Uh... Leya... um...." Oh,
dear.
J'var smiles sweetly. "Sixty."
MirAntha laughs " i don't mind really "she smiles to show she means it
Dela woos! "Now we're getting somewhere.. Do I have.. ooh.. 60.. Do I hear
61?" she calls, laughing despite herself
Sayuri says "61!""
Telgar Weyr> Jeshua blinks?
Leya stares at J'var, then looks over Kassi, lifting her hands in a
helpless gesture. "Tell me if you want me to stop! 62!"
Telgar Weyr> J'var grins.
Mirala blinks. "That's 11520 pies..." She gazes up in appreciation at the
greenrider.
I'sai adds to the harper, after a moment, "Why'd you come here, anyway?"
Kassima stares around the table, then yells to Leya, "Outbid *her*--" A
finger is stabbed towards Sayuri. "But let *him* win." Towards J'var now.
She must have some sort of escape plan in mind.
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "It's the post-fashion-show bidding, Jeshua."
J'var grins. Evilly. "Seventy-five." He gives Mirantha a wink.
Dela circles the gavel around "Goin... 61.. Going at 61.. Anyone want her
more than that? Ooh.. 62 anyone want this fine figure of a lady? OOhh.. 75!
Next?"
MirAntha smiles back watching Kassima
Sayuri wonders how many marks everyone has. "80!"
Kassima has more than you can count, Sayuri. "Bid! Bid!" she yells to Leya.
Leya doesn't bid until Sayuri does, yelling out, "Eighty-one!"
Sayuri screams "82!"
Leya stares over at Sayuri, "How many marks to /you/ have?"
Dela calls above the crowd "Someone's got a deep pouch! 80 marks! 80 to the
lady there... 81, 82.." she calls "Anyone want to see what a greenrider can
/really/ do?"
J'var calmly lifts his chin. "One. Hundred."
Sayuri pretends she doesn't here the question. She just wants her revenge
on Kass.
MirAntha stares at J'var "My you are rich "
Mirala just beams in admiration at Kassima. Wow.
I'sai calls over, "Jav? Where did you -get- all those?"
Leya blinks at J'var, "I've got find out where he got that much money." She
doesn't bid, Kassi said to let him win.
Dela leers at J'var a second "100 marks ladies and gentlemen! Someone
really has a grudge or is /really/ attracted to her.. Going for 100.."
Kassima shouts to Dela, "Call it! Bang the gavel! Bang, bang, auction done,
right?" How sweet. She's pleading. To be won by *J'var*. This is just sick
and twisted and wrong.
Sayuri pouts.
Dela swirls the gavel around "Going once.. Going twice.."
Sayuri says "101!""
J'var glances toward I'sai. "What, you think all those LCG's get me for
-free-?"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima howls at J'var.
Dela starts to bang the gavel down and the calls "101 to the lady.. Going
once..."
Leya quickly yells out, "Ond hundred and two!"
MirAntha wows "That's a lot of money " she calls out to Kassiam "Hey well
done "
Alysia shrugs noncommitally. "Working the Pavilion, mostly." She shakes her
head at the scene before her. Leaning over closer to I'sai, she whispers
"Quick, while they're distracted..."
Telgar Weyr> Jeshua says, "Traitor."
J'var laughs and waves a hand. "She's yours," he nods to Sayuri and Leya,
and then grins very evilly at Kassi. "I just wanted to see the look on her
face..."
Dela calls "Go.. 102.. To the model Leya.. Do I hear 103?" she asks looking
at Sayuri
I'sai has to laugh, "I had no -idea-," ...and then laugh some more, till
Alysia's words finally sink in; "Ah, now? After you..."
Sayuri gets tired of bidding credits she doesn't have. After all she might
actually win.
Dela swirls the gavel aroudn again "Going once.. Going twice.. Last chance
folks.."
Alysia gives the bronzerider a wink and slinks off.
Dela bangs the gavel down on the podium "SOLD for 102 marks to Leya in the
back!"
I'sai starts clothesward after the harper, only he's not nearly so slinky.
Kassima whirls about on the table and shouts at I'sai, "Oh, nay, you don't.
I just bought m'self for one-hundred two marks so I could buy you, so
you're staying *right here*!"
Leya manges to hear J'var through her frantic bidding, "You /charge/ those
poor girls?" Poor girls who tend to throw themselves at him, but still.
<Weavers> Dela just peers at Leya and Kassi
Telgar Weyr> Kassima thinks poor Kassi's getting a little flustered. ;)
J'var laughs and cuddles Mirantha closer. "Of course, Leya. Think I can
afford my lifestyle on a wingrider's wages?"
<Weavers> Leya is betting with Kassi's money. Don't look at me.
At the sound of the gavel, Mirala is on her feet and trotting over to Dela.
"My turn," she chirps, "And you get to strut."
<Weavers> Kassima snickers. Kassi is giving Leya marks to buy her with. So
she now has a date with... herself.
<Weavers> Dela chuckles!
Telgar Weyr> J'var snickers. First time for everything, Kassi? :)
MirAntha snugs closer she likes the arms of /this / rider round her "Some
biding "
Sayuri wonders whether she could sell herself. It would be worth it, after
all, for I'sai.
<Weavers> Mirala is envious. Such worth! Oh wait -- a date with herself...
hmm. I can get those for free.
<Weavers> Rolan says, "SIGHS!"
<Weavers> Rolan says, "I got bid on by my sister and an old auntie."
Dela blinks at Mirala and laughs, swaying her hips suggestively as she
walks over to the block after turning over the gavel. Her leathers cling to
her skin, the tank top part riding up slightly and leaving /nothing/ to any
imagination.
Alysia stops and turns when she realizes the bronzerider isn't following
her. Catching his attention, she give a him sympathetic smile, shrugging
with upturned hands.
Leya peer at I'sai, then Kassi. This can't be good. "Uhh, you're safe now,
Kassi." I'sai isn't though... She glares at J'var, "That's just awful." Of
course she doesn't ask what she wants to, Were do they get the marks?
<Weavers> Mirala giggles. "Iiiiii got bid on by a bunch of 12 year olds,
some rider guys, and my attractive CraftMaster. Woo."
J'var shrugs cheerfully. "I don't force 'em to buy my wares, Leya."
Like any sane man, or at least one with reflexes, I'sai quickens his pace.
Until - "They're in the way," he hisses to the harper, nodding in Dela and
MIrala's direction.
<Weavers> Dela struts her stuff in the domination suit. :P
Schmitt glances around, left alone by Mirala. Maybe now she can slink away.
So she's on her feet and tiptoeing towards the back, all too obvious- there
are /lots/ of disadvantages to being tall."
Mirala grins, waving Dela down the platform. "Okay! Next up is Dela, the
lovely designer of MY outfit. I'm starting the bidding myself at five
marks! Do I hear six?" She glances at the crowd. Including Schmitt.
Kassima slides down from the block, boneless and looking somewhat
nauseated. Probably by the mark-loss. "I'm going t'have t'start hocking
jewelry," she mourns, "all for the sake of revenge--and by the by. J'var?
You have nay idea what you're missing." A tooth-baring smile ensues. Then,
taking a deep breath, she works to regain her composure. "I'sai, that's
really nay fair. We all had t'be bid on in our costumes, y'know."
Schmitt coughs as she reaches the back, turning to make she's not- oh.
She's being noticed. A weak grin, and she leans against the wall by the
entrance.
J'var chuckles, looking up at his Wingleader. "I'm missing the Emasculator.
I can live with that, and my memory of your expression every time I put in
a bid." He doffs a nonexistent cap to Kassi.
Samuel strides forward to join a cluster of weavers, peering around to see
if he can catch sight of a friend.
Mirala continues crooning, "Come on, she designed these outfits, who KNOWS
what goes on in that pretty little mind!" She taps her foot.
Dela peers out at the audience with hands on hips. Her entire body is
coverd in wherhide, or a fashionable form of it. She sways her hips
suggestively, and swings her hair around slightly, turning to show off the
outfit that clings to her every move.
<Weavers> Dela isn't going to get bid on :(
<Weavers> Samuel says, "Why not Dela?"
<Weavers> Mirala poos. Everyone's tired... *patpats Dela* And hey, Iiii bid
on you. ;)
Leya doesn't comment on the LCG anymore. She stares at J'var as if looking
for where his brain leaked out, "J'var? Do you remember who's wing you are
in? Who can assign you dawnsweeps for the rest of your life? Is that smart?"
MirAntha wiggles a bit on J'var's lap trying to get to a better postion
"I was thinking more of a good, solid kneeing if'n you tried aught, but
that would be nigh the same," Kassi has to admit to J'var, with a thin
smile. The mark pouch in its entirety is passed over to Leya. "There should
be enough in there--" And not long after, the Swarm does indeed arrive with
a *fresh* mark pouch. No, more like a mark satchel. She is taking no chances.
Rolan says "Six marks!"
I'sai waves offhandedly in Kassima's direction, as if fairness is just the
last thing on his mind right now; he adds with a glance over at Dela,
"Pity. Mirala wouldn't even let me bet two marks... Wonder who's
distracting Hamari, 'Lysia."
J'var purses his lips. "Smart or no, it's worth it." He tilts his head,
watching the stage. "Hmmmm."
<Weavers> I'sai nods, and Is would have if Mirala hadn't started it high. ;)
Samuel smiles as he listens, looking from outfit to outfit, and person to
person.
<Weavers> Dela grins..
<Weavers> Samuel says, "Hey man, I just got here :)"
Schmitt calls out, "If'n we win her, would she design something free of
charge, perhaps?"
Sayuri looks at I'sai again. Why does he have to look better at every glance?
J'var shifts his legs slightly to let MirAntha be a bit more comfy. "Now,
what were you saying about meeting my darling Missy? Miseth, that is."
Mirala scowls at the dispersing crowd. "Okay, so, we've got a woman in
weyrhide, and you're just ignoring her?" She grins at I'sai. "Hey, she's
worth more than that. *I* bid five." She bobs her head at Rolan, "Six
marks, do I hear seven?" She sighs at herself, "Seven from myself. Anyone?"
Dela wiggles her eyebrows, and other parts, Schmitt-ward "I'll design it,
aye!" she calls out with an impish grin "But you've got to wear it!"
J'var's lips turse. "Seven? That's a disgrace. Twenty."
<Weavers> Rolan hugs onto Samuel's arms "bye me!
Alysia says "Can't rightly say." She glances in the direction of the doors.
"She is easily distracted, after all..."
<Weavers> Rolan says, "er buy"
MirAntha sits better and signs "Well i just wante dto meet her that's all,
later that is "
Schmitt starts towards the front again, slowly, "But 't wouldn't for
myself.. seven an' an eighth?"
Mirala beams at Dela. "You'll design Schmitty something to wear? Oh,
delightful. Twenty, thank you, sir, and I'll bid twenty five, do we have
twenty six?"
<Weavers> Mirala will sell Rolan, cheap.
<Weavers> Samuel gulps. :)
J'var nods. He mutters to MirAntha, "... let... bit. All in... good..."
<Weavers> Samuel says, "Anyone see anything I made?"
<Weavers> Rolan says, "C'mon man! I got bought by my /SISTER/ Save me!"
<Weavers> Samuel says, "It has the tag that says 'bad mutha f....' ah,
never mind :)"
Dela bites the tip of her tongue, and bends her knees, swaying back and
forth "Oooh comon, doesn't someone want me to dance for 'em?" she calls
letting that /loong/ hair of hers sweep lower and lower toward the ground.
<Weavers> Mirala nods. "He's a steal. Five marks. I'm taking a loss, here."
Schmitt blinks, having missed a bid. She sinks into a chair, waving her
hand, "Over my price range already."
MirAntha mutters to J'var.
Samuel chuckles at Dela and looks around, he lifts his hand after a moment
of thought, "I'll bid."
Sauscony is just watching the people around her, finding something
convienent to lean against.
I'sai shakes his head to the auctioneer, then nods as reluctantly to the
harper. "She -is-. Nosy, too." Pot? Kettle. He tries on a weak smile to
Sayuri, afterward extending the gesture Samuel's way, while he's at it.
"Not as if she's been drinking -so- much... not like some..." drifting off
at that hair-sweep.
Mirala gazes at Dela for a moment, lapsing in her constant hawking babble.
Then she blinks, "Going to me at twenty five! Going once!"
Dela quirks an eyebrow and winks at Samuel, continuing her little onstage
dance..
J'var pretends to consider for a moment, then glances at Samuel, and
chuckles. Giving Mirantha's hips a pat in encouragement to rise, he notes,
"That's our cue. Let's get outa here before Kassi can think up a way to
remove various bits of me from across the room."
MirAntha gets up
Sayuri sits back, waiting patiently for I'sai's turn.
MirAntha says "well it's your fault if she dos e"
MirAntha then smiles
Mirala sweeps her hand at the dancing Dela, "Really, people! It's late, and
she's a dancing girl!"
Where, oh, where did Kassi stash a knife in that outfit? Hard to say. But
there's one in her hands now, and she's trimming nails with it while eyeing
J'var meaningfully. "Did you know that knife-throwing is one of m'hobbies?"
she asks him. Quite cheerily. And with, after a moment, a teasing wink.
MirAntha smiles at Kassi
J'var chuckles, tugging Mirantha toward the exit. "Yep!" he answers Kassi,
noticeably keeping several people between him and the Wingleader. He grins
before ducking out.
Alysia follows I'sai's gaze, and grins, shaking her head. "Not drinking
like some _what_, dear 'rider?"
Samuel digs a hand into one of his pockets and fishes around until he pulls
out a couple marks, "Lets see...lets see...."
Dela plants her hands on her hips again, and pouts at the audience "Ah
well.. I guess Mirala will get all of my risque outfits then." she teases
with a wide smile. :)
J'var steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
MirAntha steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Mirala scowls at the crowd. "Ashamed, I'm ashamed at you. Going twice." She
does, does try to look upset that she's winning. Terribly upset. Sure.
Samuel peers up from counting and blinks, well he's not exactly the best
person to be bidding on people afterall.
<Weavers> Dela thinks that we might want to end the auction soon. people
are getting tired of us. :)
<Weavers> Samuel says, "How long was this going on?"
<Weavers> Mirala laughs and noticed. You and me, then? ;)
I'sai says quite soberly, watching his clutchmate go, "Some other - well.
Never mind." he turns back, tries on a smile again.
<Weavers> Samuel says, "Dang....I missed out :("
<Weavers> Dela says, "A LOOONg time Sam. :)"
<Weavers> Samuel sniffles
<Weavers> Rolan says, "theres still me!"
Mirala peers around the emptying room, then shakes her head and bangs the
gavel. "Sooooooold! To me, at twenty five."
<Weavers> Dela nods. And Is
<Weavers> Samuel says, "Rolan, you kidder :)"
<Weavers> Kassima thinks I'sai's the last up anyway? Of course, if we just
want to assume Kassi bought him, that'd be fine by her.... ;)
<Weavers> Mirala says, "No, I'm retailing you, Rolan."
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Nice try, Kassi. :)"
<Weavers> Rolan says, "I'm not! honest"
<Weavers> Samuel says, "Ooh I'sai and Kassima? :)"
<Weavers> Mirala poses, "Sold! To Kassima, one mark!"
<Weavers> I'sai pies Mirala.
<Weavers> Kassima says, "Kassi wants to buy him for revenge purposes. I've
forgotten what the revenge is *on*, but. ;)"
<Weavers> Mirala hawks Rolan. "Three marks? He's cheap!" She grins at
I'sai, "Hey, you were too cheap to bid much, you'll be selling quickly..." ;)
<Weavers> Kassima ohyeahs. For saying she was surely used to being sold. No
wonder Kassi's willing to pay all these marks, for revenge for *that*. 0:)
Mirala calls across the hall, "NEXT UP! I'sai! Starting at one mark? Do I
hear one?" She babbles blithely.
<Weavers> I'sai says, "Hey, the weavers have already used up most of his
marks. Just ask Alia. ;)"
"One," Kassi calls calmly. Following it up by, "Hundred. Marks."
Alysia examines I'sai's face with mock critisism. "Keep practicing that
smile. You've almost got it down convincingly."
I'sai, if he'd tried a smile, loses it right then and there.
Sayuri shreiks, "AUUUUUUGHHHHHH!!!!"
I'sai says in a small voice, "Thanks. 'Lysia. That means a lot, coming from
you."
Mirala nods, then inhales quickly. "What? Are you sure?"
Samuel chuckles quietly.
Telgar Weyr> A'ser says, "..."
Kassima's smile towards Sayuri shows a great many teeth, doesn't it? "Oh,
aye. *Quite* sure, Mirala."
Sauscony blinks as she turns to Kassi,'Oh my.'
Sayuri glares at Kassi. "Meanie."
Mirala beams at Kassima. "Please tell me what you do to him. I'd love to
hear it. Going ONCE!"
Samuel leans back against one of the railings in the room, looking a little
left out of all the excitement having come late. He pockets the marks he
was counting and tsks quietly.
Sayuri says "Anyone give me a loan?"
Kassima beams back at Mirala, yes, she does, over the edge of that knife.
"The telling wouldn't be fit for your tender ears," she assures.
I'sai says, "One hundred... plus one hundred and two ... is a lot."
Sayuri wonders she can steal Kassi's pouch.
"Mmm-hmm," Kassi agrees. "'Tis amazing what lengths I'll go to to avenge a
taunting." She's still got that knife. And the satchel is right in front of
her.
Mirala bats her lashes at the greenrider. "Oooooh. Sounds gooooood." She
bobs her head, "I have to hear this." She clears her throat, "Going TWICE!"
Sayuri dumps out her entire purse. "One...hundred... and a half! Hah!"
Kassima returns, still calm, too calm: "One hundred and fifty."
I'sai fades against, well, whatever Sauscony's leaning against. Hopefully
it can prop up two.
Sayuri sniffles. "I'sai?"
Mirala blinks at Sayuri. "One hundred and a... fifty. Oh. Going once!"
Alysia grins, a mischievious glimmer in her eye. She mutters to Kassima,
"... in that... me later..." She winks.
You sense Alysia grins, a mischievious glimmer in her eye. "Well, if you
need help in that regard, talk to me later..." She winks.
Sayuri begs those aound her for a few marks, just a few!
I'sai blinks up at Alysia the apparent turncoat. "Uh," is what he says to
Sayuri. And again, "Uh."
Seems as if Kassima's winning quite the prize.
Sauscony offers I'sai a shoulder to lean against as well. "It can't be
/that/ bad...can it?"
Dragon> Lysseth senses that Miseth grumbles. << The fool forgot his
clothes, and asks that your rider grab them for him? He notes that he could
have bid higher... >>
[Editor's Note: I missed this in spam, unfortunately--J'var, if you're
reading this, please assume Kassi did as requested. :) ]
Dela stands behind Mirala peering over her shoulder "Wow." is all she says.
Mirala twirls the gavel impatiently. "Going twiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice," she
calls.
Samuel snorts quietly as he looks on in amusement.
Sayuri sniffles again. "Can I sell myself?" she pleads.
Alysia places her hand on her chest, looking shocked at the bronzerider's
silent accusation.
Kassima flutters her eyelashes. She mutters to Alysia, "... tell you *all*
about it,... you... writing a song... in... of screaming verses..."
Alysia senses Kassima flutters her eyelashes. "Oh, assuredly. 'Twill tell
you *all* about it, so you can be writing a song. Just don't be forgetting
t'put in plenty of screaming verses."
<Weavers> Dela says, "To who does these marks go anyway?"
Mirala shakes her head, grinning. "Well, that's it. I hope you enjoy it,
Kassima. SOLD!"
<Weavers> I'sai says, "To the Hall, to pay for a -lot- of weyrling leathers."
<Weavers> Leya says, "Did you just finish with I'sai?"
<Weavers> Mirala nods. A WHOLE lot.
Sayuri wails her poor little heart out.
I'sai may have started leaning against Sauce there, but at that he
protests, "I'm -not- an it!"
<Weavers> Mirala does a tally. We've made about 400 marks. Not bad.
<Weavers> Leya sniffs, "I wanted to see I'sai auctioned off."
Kassima's smile is sunny enough to outshine Rukbat in midday. Brilliant.
Beaming. *Scary.* "I'sai," she calls over, "do come here, won't you, please?"
Sayuri looks so pathetically sad, how can anyone NOT pity her?
Alysia chuckles slightly, with a hint of evil, just a hint. She mutters to
Kassima, "Already have... in... care..."
You sense Alysia chuckles slightly, with a hint of evil, just a hint.
"Already have one in the works. Perhaps you would care to add to it?"
I'sai calls over, and he doesn't look at that traitorous harper either,
"No. Thank you."
"The it, I was referring to was being sold." Soz notes before
wincing..."And yes..it can be that bad.'
Leya looks over Sayuri, but turns her attention back to I'sai. He derserves
her pity more. He has to deal with /Kassi/. "I'm sorry, I'sai. I just don't
have that kind of marks..."
I'sai adds to the healer, daring a polysyllabic word or two, or at least
the name, "I meant what Mirala said." After a moment, "S'all right, Leya."
Mirala gingerly places the formerly-slammed gavel down, and offers her arm
to Dela. "That looks like all. Shall we?" She grins at I'sai. "You may not
be... but whatever she has planned for you," she hangs her head in
mock-pity. "I hope you heal quickly."
Kassima grins up at the Harper. She mutters to Alysia, "I'd...
*delighted*." She turns then to blink at I'sai, her expression one of
injured innocence. "Why, Is, whyever nay? After all, given how much I paid
for you this time, 'twould think 'twould be the least you could do. I'm nay
going t'hurt you. Promise." Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly?
Alysia senses Kassima grins up at the Harper. "I'd be *delighted*." She
turns then to blink at I'sai, her expression one of injured innocence.
"Why, Is, whyever nay? After all, given how much I paid for you this time,
'twould think 'twould be the least you could do. I'm nay going t'hurt you.
Promise." Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly?
Sayuri glances around the room. "He'd be MUCH happier with me," she suggests.
Schmitt stands, and oh, at last she can scurry towards the back. Scurry in
slow motion; it really wouldn't do to look as though were running from
anyone, particularly not those who desing or wear certain bathing suits.
Hope she's not you ride home, Mirala.
"Oh Schmiiiii-iiiiiitt," Mirala calls. "You're riding us home, aren't you?"
She beams at the bluerider.
I'sai turns an ice-eyed look on that auctioneer, but then, "Not -this
time-. I need to change. Into my old clothes."
Whimper. "Me? Oh. Er. Sure. You," Schmitt gets an inspiration. She smiles
brilliantly at Mirala, "Can't ride home in that. You'd freeze."
Mirala smiles cutely at I'sai. Then shakes her head. "She bought your
clothes, too. You have to wear them until she says so. It's in the rules."
Leya smiles weakly at I'sai, "Thanks." She doesn't even tease him about
wanting to change. Clothes like that are just too dangerous around a person
with knives.
Kassima sighs a very long-suffering sigh. But then agrees--surprisingly,
perhaps--"Oh, all right. Just be sure t'be coming over here when you're
done, hmm?" Maybe she could find him a nice accessory while he's off
changing. A collar and leash, perhaps?
Sayuri wonders how she's going to get home. She planned on getting I'sai,
but SOMEONE had to ruin her plans.
Sauscony ohs softly, then peers at Sayuri, an eyebrow arching.
Mirala pouts at Schmitt. "But I like this. Maybe I could just slip into
some leathers over it... Dela?" she asks the expert.
"Nobody ever said so," I'sai says on the one hand, and on the other, more
practically, "Just for the night. Good thing, too, otherwise they'd get
smelly." He nods to Kassima, more slowly this time, and then retreats.
Schmitt hastily adds, "Between, you know, very cold, shame to have certain
parts of you frostbitten, have to be amputated.."
I'sai enters the backstage area of the runway.
Mirala scowls. "I know it is." She eyes Dela's outfit. "Maybe there's
another one of those. Looks warm."
Dela grins brightly at Mirala "Nae, but I can make you one?" she offers
"And add some embrodery to the leg here" she motions down the outer thigh
of her right leg "You know, maybe a beach scene or osmething.."
Kassima leans back in her chair and proceeds to look Smug. Like the feline
who's gotten the cream. Or like Lysseth, come to think of it. She's
humming, too; never a good sign in greenriders.
Schmitt blinks at Dela. And jerks her head towards the door, "Can we. Go?
Maybe? There's..it's all..done." The sooner Mir gets covered, the better,
in other words.
Mirala brightens up. "Can you do pies? Maybe I'll just stay here," she
muses. She trots over to Schmitt and smooches her grandly, then pushes her
towards the door. "Fine, fine. You win. Tell my beloved I said goodnight."
Mirala peers around. "Where'd Rolan get to?"
Sayuri retreats to a corner, alternately sulking and glaring at Kassima.
Alysia saunters over to Kassi, giving her outfit a closer look. "That /is/
lovely. Perhaps I'll purchase one like it.:
Schmitt recovers from that smooch slowly, and it takes a bit before she
finds breath to complain, "Wasn't it you said you didn't want to get in any
trouble with Cami?"
Kassima loses some of her smugness in a genuine smile Alysia-wards. "Why,
thankee kindly. 'Twould have been more flattering five months or so ago, I
should wager, but I did rather like it--and better this than what *J'var*
was wearing. At least for me. Very comfortable 'tis, too."
Dela blinks back and forth between Mirala and Schmitt "Hmm.. Pies are
do-able." she nods and grins watching the two together "But why would you
get in trouble?"
Mirala takes the bluerider by the shoulders and grins into her face. "I'm
already in trouble. I might as well have fun with it." She spins Schmitt
toward the door, and with a slap across her nether regions, Mirala resumes
looking around for her brother.
Schmitt runs a hand through her hair, sighing. "I'm..off - you? don't want
a ride?" Yeah, she's /this/ close to speechless.
Sayuri falls asleep, her face still frozen in a glare.
Mirala beams. "Piiiiiie." She shakes her head at Schmitt. "I've got clothes
to buy! Unless, of course," she grins, "You'd like to give me a ride home?"
Schmitt looks at Mirala - her face; she's careful about keeping track of
her gaze - carefully. "Eh?"
Alysia grins at Kassima's remark. "Nonsense! You wear it very well." She
thinks for a moment, forrowing her brow a little more than is necessary.
"You mean he was wearing something under all that swagger?"
Mirala carefully preens, tucking her hair behind her ears. "If you want me
to come home?"
Schmitt blinks. Did she, is she, uh, uh, uh. "Er. Well. Kazeth says you
ought to."
Mirala bobs her head, which makes her frame bob slightly. "Yes, but her
always says that. What do you think?" She grins at Dela. "Hmm. Can I redeem
our clothing date tomorrow?"
Kassima colors a touch, dipping her head in acknowledgment of and thanks
for the compliment. "Too kind," she insists. "And oh, aye--some shirt with
holes in it and pants I'm amazed he could sit down in, if'n I could recall
aright. He'll probably keep the outfit, too. Probably *wear* the outfit.
That man is strange."
Alysia lets out a low laugh. "I'd be indebted to you if you could show me
one that /wasn't/."
Dela nods at Mirala "Aye, I'll be here.. probably be in the weaver tent
too, but are you going to be here for the masquerade ball?"
Schmitt narrows her eyes. "I think? Kazeth says I don't." Oooh, avoiding.
"Um. Anyhow," and she edges half-out the door. "If you /want/ a
ride..we're..off." Mustn't let eyes wander, nope.
Sayuri wakes up and stares sadly at the room.
Mirala's eyes practically fill with stars. "There's to be a BALL? Oh,
yeeeeees, I'll need clothes for that, too. Tomorrow then!" She prances
after Schmitt, taking a firm grasp of her arm. "Hey!"
Kassima gives this some thought. And some more thought. And yet more
thought. "Sorry," she finally relents. "Can't be doing it. Wish I could.
People would likely pay me mass amounts of marks t'be meeting him--and I
could make up what I've spent this eve, hmm?"
Dela calls "Will paint do?"
Sayuri perks up. "Ball?" she asks.
Leya stops staring after where I'sai left, but the thoughtful expression
stays on her face, "I wonder if there's anyway I could make more marks."
She looks over Kassi, "What are you going to do with Is?"
Alysia's laugh is much louder this time. "Aye, that you would."
Whoops. Schmitt stares down at her arm for a moment, decides to pretend to
ignore it, and edges out the door. Whimpering.
Schmitt steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Mirala croons, "Paint?" Then she's tugged out of the hall.
Mirala steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Sauscony peers over at Kass, edging a bit closer in order to what her plans
are for the poor bronzerider.
Kassima promises, with a waggle of eyebrows, "Something he'd never be
anticipating in a million Turns." Oh, dear. "Gambling's good; repairing
straps for marks when you're grounded, giving lessons for marks--selling
yourself for marks, evidently, but I don't do that m'self. You'd have t'be
asking J'var about it."
Leya wriggles uneasily, "Oh, well. Just don't hurt him to bad, all right?"
She slowly nods, "I've done a few carvings but really haven't been charging
all that much. Could charge more. And I could give carving lessons,
carpentry and staining, though I'm best at carving." She frowns
distastefully, "I'm not about ready to be selling myself. I value myself
enough for that."
"You won't be doing something that would require a healer's care, would
you?" Soz asks once she is close enough.
Sayuri wanders out, ready to fall into bed at any moment now.
Alysia raises her eyebrows in interest. "Carving, eh? Wouldn't mind leaning
a bit of that. I'd like to carve myself a nice set of pipes." She frowns to
herself. "The best I can manage now is to punch a few holes into a dry reed."
"He'll make it through the evening intact," Kassi reassures. Sort of.
"--Mostly. Agreed there, too, on that last; still, it seems to have made
J'var wealthy. Can't be denying that." Lacing her fingers together across
her abdomen, she muses, "A Healer? Nay a physical Healer. A *Mindhealer*,
now, that might be different. Oh! And speaking of carvings, Leya, d'you
happen t'be knowing which of the Woodcrafters signs their work with an L?"
Sayuri steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
I'sai walks down the runway
I'sai reemerges, back in his old clothes and fair hair combed, and he's
even plastered on a pleasant-enough smile. But he also has a navy-blue
ribbon in one hand.
Sauscony quirks a brow as she considers Kassi for a very long moment...as
if trying to gauge her seriousness.
Telgar Weyr> K'nan waves.
Telgar Weyr> K'nan says, "What's up, all?"
Telgar Weyr> K'nan hmms. Should be able to check out the Gather tomorrow
night at least.
Telgar Weyr> I'sai waves as well! Oh, Kassima-Badness but J'var-Worse.
Kassima seems... well, amiable enough, if not somber. Not cackling, at
least. Maybe that's a positive sign. "Welcome back, Is," she calls over,
with pleasantness to match that pleasant smile. "Keeping a memento of your
experience?"
"No, it's for you," is what I'sai says, and offers the ribbon over.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "J'var-Worse? *Still* worse? Kassi taunted you,
bought you, got you dressed up in that thing to begin with (sort of), and
J'var's *worse*???"
Telgar Weyr> Whinde just heard that there are some fashionable <???> riding
leather things being sold at the SBoll gather..
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "...Yeah. ;)"
Telgar Weyr> Whinde cools. :)
Leya peers at Kassima, finally deciding to trust her that it can't /too/
bad. She turns to look over I'sai as he walks in, "Welcome back. Warmer
now?" she asks pleasantly before turning back to Kassima, "An L. Depends on
what the L looks like. I sign mine with an L, but I'm not the only
WoodCrafter with an L name."
Sauscony settles back against the wall against, just to watch..just in case
her services are needed.
"Why, how thoughtful." It even matches her gown. Kassi twines the ribbon
around one finger, playing with it for a moment or two--easily amused,
she--before she wonders, with guileless, guileless eyes, "So, then. D'you
want t'be discussing what I should be doing with you here, or would
somewhere else be better? Courtyard, beach, whatever you like. I'm flexible."
Kassima slants a glance Leya-wards, then. "That does make sense--well,
then, tell me, d'you know of a Woodcrafter who carves ferrets?"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima sighs. So what do I have to do to be eviller than
J'var? ;)
Telgar Weyr> Jeshua says, "You have to turn to the dark side of the Force,
Kassi."
<Weavers> Mirala is drumming up business for you, Dela. ;)
Telgar Weyr> Kassima *is* the Dark Side of the Force.
Telgar Weyr> Sayuri says, "Just out of curiosity, what did J'var do that
makes him so evil?"
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "I am, after all, a greenrider. Q.E.D. ;)"
"Significantly," I'sai says to Leya, with a slight if truer smile;
regarding Sauscony a moment, he then says, "Wherever is convenient,
Kassima," with credible complaisance.
Telgar Weyr> Kassima isn't sure. All I can figure is that he pinched
I'sai's rump and Kassi didn't.
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "He conned Kassi-Leya into upping the mark-count."
Telgar Weyr> I'sai says, "A lot. And then dropped out of the bidding."
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Well, that too. And Kassi was going to let him
win, too, that meanie."
Telgar Weyr> Sayuri says, "LOL"
Leya blinks, slowly. "Ferrets?" she repeats as she buys time. Why would
Kassi being asking her about that? She takes a deep breath and decides to
error on the side of truth, "Well, I carved a ferret not that long ago for
A'ser. Doesn't he have a new sweetheart?" Rumors didn't say who the
sweetheart was.
Kassima casts a glance about, considering. "Perhaps nay here. Better t'be
letting imaginations fill in the details--" That's reassuring. Yeah.
"Courtyard, then? Lysseth says 'tis quiet enough, or looks such from the
heights." She pauses to whip an Evil Eye towards Leya. "He does *nay* have
a new sweetheart, he has someone new t'be tormenting. Nay that the ferret
wasn't *cute*, certes better'n the first gift, but rumors like that are
just why he did it!"
Telgar Weyr> Sayuri decides to practice "waffling"
Telgar Weyr> Whinde naahs.. Kassi is the master at waffling. I'm a few
steps down with toasterstrudeling. :P
Telgar Weyr> Kassima is the WaffleMaster. Too bad that sounds so similar to
Thigh Master. (An exercise regime for breakfast foods?)
"Did what?" I'sai inquires. "Taralyth's in the fields - they're open, and
scenic enough, if you like that sort of thing. ...So A'ser's sweet on
Kassima now? Whatever happened with Aurian?"
Leya attempts a smile that ends up more of a grimace, "He gave it...to you?
Oh." She studies her fingernails, "I thought he actually was... Oh well.
Umm, sorry?"
Telgar Weyr> Sayuri wonders if Kassi gives waffling lessons. :)
Alysia stands up straighter, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, I
should probably be off. Have to work the Harper pavilion tomorrow." She
turns away and heads for the doors, but not before glancing back at
Kassima. "I'll be there if you want to send me a message about
discussing... well, whatever." She waves farewell to everyone present.
Sauscony considers Kassima carefully for a few moments, her gaze slips to
I'sai as he speaks, her expression revealing nothing.
I'sai waves after the Harper, "Reassuring."
Alysia steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
"Open and scenic are good," Kassima grants. "If'n you could be leading the
way? I don't know it from here--oh, *'twill* keep that in mind, Harper.
G'deve and duties t'you." Slanting a disgusted look towards Leya, she
insists, "He's just being evil again. But you've naught t'be apologizing
for, so long as you didn't start telling people he had a new sweetheart--he
is *nay*. He's just upset because I said he was random enough t'give
flowers to Istans."
Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, probably. :)"
Leya looks a great deal relieved. Too much stress for one night. "Oh, I
won't. I'll be sure to ask who my commissions are going to from now on.
I'll watch out for A'ser too." She looks between I'sai and Kassi. "Umm,
have fun."
"Flowers to Istans?" I'sai inquires without overmuch worry; "And, all
right, so he's sweet on you, even if it's not a sweetheart thing. The
fields're more on the Weaverhall side of things, I'm afraid, so..."
"Flowers to *an* Istan," Kassi amends. "Sloane. On her ledge. Evidently,
she was somewhat disgusted by the idea when she met him, so he's getting
revenge on *me*--don't ask me why." Getting to her feet with only minor
difficulty, she suggests, "Lead the way, then? Or if'n the walk is too long
a one, somewhere else would work as well, truly. Just so long as 'tisn't
swarming with people." They can't pin her for murder if there are no
witnesses?
"-Sloane-," and then abruptly I'sai laughs. "Well, well." And so he
solicitously offers the poor pregnant woman his arm, even, and wishes Leya
and Sauscony a, "Good night."
I'sai steps out of the hall into the courtyard.
Leya shrugs, "A'ser is just odd. He did pay me well enough to buy myself a
nice dress though, so I hope you weren't too horrified by the gift." She
waves as I'sai leaves, Kassi most likely following.
Kassima accepts said arm, graciously, and wiggles her fingers to the others
as she goes. So chipper is she. An ominous chord should be playing.
You leave the great hall.