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Tickled Pink


Date:  February 24, 2002
Place:  Weaver Crafthall's Skyspace and Great Hall
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:  Though Kassima usually goes to her cousin Simian when
she needs to commission an outfit, she chose to go to Craftmaster
Katlynn when she needed something special for her daughter's Weyrling
graduation--for the prestige?  Because Simian was busy?  Because her
player thought some RP with Weavers would be fun?  It's surely at 
least one of those.  She ends up not only with a gown and a swimsuit 
besides, but also a little something extra for I'sai... thus proving, 
perhaps, that getting on her bad side can have unfortunate results.

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The Log:

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Lysseth greets the dragonpair on watch with a crystalline trumpet: she 
is here, she is here, she is here! And before the echoes can fade, she is 
gone--a snap-winged spiral carries her down, her long tail flicking out 
behind her all the way.

You wing down into the fields of the WeaverCraft Hall.

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles, 
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

You stroll through the doors into the great hall.

Click, click. Clickety-click. Kassi's bootheels make a distinctive sound 
against the floorstones, tapping along at a measured, ambling pace. "Ah," 
the greenrider sighs to herself, tugging at the collar of her blouse. 
"Warmth. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like... duties to the Weavercraft 
and her Masters!" she calls to the room in general in a projected voice for 
politeness's sake before getting down to the serious business of Looking For 
Someone.

Seated near the hearth, though for no reason, given that no fire is lit 
within it, is Katlynn, chewing on the end of a stylus, and humming 
thoughtfully to herself. There's a massive pile of clothing in front of her, 
along with a stack of hides. Eyes are the first thing to lift up at the 
sound of clicking bootheels, and her head is soon to follow, which then 
spots the Greenrider. The stylus comes out of her mouth, and she calls over 
in reply, "Weaver's duties to Telgar and her Queens." Pause, added, "And her 
Greens. Afternoon, Kassima!"

<Weavers> Syeara boggles "What have I walked into here?"

Ah-hah. The quarry is in sight. Kassi changes course to head Katlynn's way 
when that voice reaches her ears, a bright smile blooming to life. 
"Craftmaster Katlynn, g'day t'you likewise! 'Tis pleased I am t'be finding 
you here; 'twas hoping I would, since I don't know this Hall well enough 
t'be hunting you down in it. Though I appear t'have caught you at a busy 
time?" She nods towards the clothes, and the hides, with an expression that 
speaks volumes of amused sympathy.

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Mass chaos; cats and dogs, living together.... ;)"

"Oh, I'm sure you'd have found your way around just fine. Eventually." 
Katlynn tucks the stylus behind an ear, and lets out a most massive sigh. 
"Not busy. Well - busy, I suppose. At least I should be busy, though I'm 
quite happy to just leave all of this here for now, and help you out." She 
motions to the pile of clothing with one hand, rolling her eyes. "I've got 
to mark those - quality, make, et cetera - it's the newest apprentice 
project." And then she simply stands, leaves the work right there, and waves 
toward another table. "Sit down, sit down! What can I help you with?"

Syeara notices suddenly in her haste to enter the room and get to the 
basket, the Craftmaster and rider and her now apparent inability to get out 
of here without being seen. So, slowing considerably, she strolls over to 
the wicker basket and starts rummaging around through there to see what 
things that she can find. If she doesn't talk, she can't get into trouble. 
That's the theory anyway.

Kassima denies, rather cheerfully for the subject, "Oh, nay, I'd have 
perished wandering around your Halls and you'd have found me as a 
half-cleaned skeleton surrounded by fat tunnelsnakes. Nay really the way I 
*want* t'die, so thankee for sparing me that. Any of it any good?" This 
would refer to the projects, evidently. Sliding a sidelong glance towards 
that odd-looking basket--not to mention the Apprentice rifling around in 
it--she asks, "And what's the basket for? 'Tis a new decoration since 'twas 
last here--nay that 'tis m'business, Craftmaster. I'm just a terribly nosy 
sort. Have you time," she wonders, settling herself gingerly down at the 
indicated seat as though those Apprentice-made clothes might just leap from 
their nest and bite her, "t'be discussing a commission or two?"

Katlynn watches Syeara with vague amusement, calling over to her, "Afternoon 
Syeara. Don't spend too much time rumagaing - that's not the way your 
supposed to do it. Just reach in, grab whatever you can, and off you go. 
It's not fair otherwise." Attention then returns to Kassima, and she 
chuckles, sinking down into another seat herself. "It's *is* new. Filled 
with all sorts of things you can make clothing out of. You'll have to try 
your luck before you leave - maybe you'll be the lucky one to end up with 
the heap of pink velvet I tucked in there." Glance back to the 
apprentice-made clothes, and a shrug. "Some are wonderful, and others are 
simply horrid. I've time enough - the longer it takes, the longer it is 
until I'm forced to go back to marking." And that, evidently, is a good thing.

<Weavers> Syeara sighs "Spammy people!!!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Yes. ;)"

<Weavers> Katlynn isn't sorry.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "If only Jax was here, to compete with us all ;)"

<Weavers> Syeara grins "Yes. Then I would run away sooner." :)

Syeara grabs a rich white coloured piece of crinkly brocade as well as a 
handful of leather-scraps, and some balls-of-wool. But she also needs 
something else, so she takes out a pair of scissors-and-a-needle. A pattern 
for a dress is also included in her selection. It's going to be hard-going 
trying to make that out of that selection of things.

Kassima gives a delicate, yet visible shudder. "Don't be hoping for that 
unless you want t'see your nice, clean basket vomited into," she warns the 
Craftmaster, not all that seriously. She wiggles her fingers in greeting to 
Syeara as she speaks. "--That white thing doesn't look so bad. Welladay, 
then; it goes like this: you'd heard that m'eldest daughter Kaylira 
Impressed a brown at Ista's last Hatching?" She beams. It is impossible for 
Kassi to say this *without* beaming.

Syeara, after making her selection just stands there, items in hand and 
groans. But she thought that it was better to get them now as the thought of 
someone vomiting into there before she make her choice was not one that she 
liked. "How am I going to make a dress with these?" she asks, raising the 
items to show then to the others in the room. Screwing her nose up, she 
moves across the room, clutching the items to her as she mutters and walks out.

Syeara ambles up the stairs to the masters' hall.

"You wouldn't dare!" Katlynn shoots back - though she looks a little 
doubtful that the Greenrider *wouldn't*. She does seem to loathe pink rather 
much, after all. Syeara's selection gets a quick look, and her nose 
crinkles. "Trust you to get the easy things. Poor Ysabel got stuck having to 
make *her* outfit with a pair of knitting needles - and no wool! It was most 
amusing." A wide grin spreads over her lips, and she turns back to Kassima, 
nodding. "Well, I've heard through gossip that one of yours impressed a 
brown - though I wasn't sure of the name. Congratulations to she and you both!"

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Aww, Syeara."

<Weavers> Syeara laughs "I just can't do it today. Sorry."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "okay :)"

<Weavers> Syeara says, "And with that I'm gone. See ya"

"I'm sure you can think of something interesting t'be doing with the leather 
bits!" Kassi calls after the Apprentice, in an attempt at encouragement. 
Lowering her voice, she confides to Katlynn, "Though I can't imagine *what*. 
Leather bits aren't quite m'think. Thankee!" Watch her light up again. 
"Kaylira and Pheirth are the names. I'm more proud of 'em than I can 
possibly express. Anyway, they'll be graduating sooner or later... and I 
thought that mayhaps 'twould like t'be having a new outfit t'watch the 
ceremony in, d'you ken? But it can't be something *pink*. It has t'be 
relatively flattering; I don't want t'shame m'daughter."

"Shame she left. I was hoping she'd try and make it here and now, so I could 
have some fun and laugh at her." Katlynn likely doesn't *mean* this, though 
it's hard to tell with the way her face remains perfectly straight. "A new 
outfit?" she echoes thoughtfully, and then grins. "I wouldn't want to stick 
you in anything pink for a ceremony such as that. You'd look much too 
uncomfortable, and wouldn't have the least bit of fun. No no. Something 
else." And just like that, she up and over to the other table, grabbing a 
large book full of loose hides, and running back over to flop into her seat. 
"These're some of my *nicer* designs. Dresses, mainly. Some pants. Look 
through."

Kassima murmurs, "Is *that* what Craftmasters do? I've had the wrong calling 
in life--" She's likewise deadpan, and likewise probably not serious. 
Accepting the book, she begins paging through it with a faintly dubious 
expression. "I don't know much about fashion," she confesses. "Simian's 
always had t'help me, make suggestions on what would be flattering--i'truth, 
I'd be going t'him for this gown too, only he's taken up with a prissy, 
buxom blonde thing from Boll who swears that the height of fashion is big 
poofy sleeves and endless layers of underpants. He's so head-over-heels that 
he got terribly indignant when I tried t'suggest that maybe *one* layer of 
underpants would be sufficient. D'you have any particular suggestions on 
what might suit me?" There's a pause. Uncertainty flickers through her eyes 
as she adds almost reluctantly, "I'truth, I'd like t'look as close 
t'beautiful, or at least presentable, as possible, just so Kay's clutchmates 
won't be giving her pitying looks for having *that* for a mother." 
Half-facetious, half-serious. "If'n you could come up with aught that'd do 
the trick...."

<Weavers> Rolan shudders at the idea of wear so much underwear as /one/ 
layer!!!

<Weavers> Sabrina blinks at Rolan, "Well that certainly came out of no where."

"Multiple layers of underwear?" Oh, the horrors! Katlynn laughs quietly, 
rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "Some people have *no* taste. Multiple 
layers!" She shakes her head a little, then reaches to take a couple of 
pages from the book, slipping them out with ease. "Let's see.. beautiful. 
That shouldn't be too hard." A smile goes up to the Greenrider - seems Kat 
is in one of those rare Unevil moods - and she holds out a sketch of a woman 
in a gown with a tight off-shoulder bodice with a long, full skirt. "This, 
of course, can be done in any colours and fabrics you wish. I think it would 
look nice on you in maybe a green and a gold? Would bring out your eyes." 
Flipping through the other hides she pulls out, "Or there's this one." It's 
a dress of multiple layers, beginning from a halter-strapped neckline, 
clinging all the way to the floor.

<Weavers> Rolan says, "Not if you were spying on the great hall properly"

<Weavers> Katlynn snickers.

Kassima mourns, "Most of them lacy and frothy and starched, too. You'd itch 
for days in the *worst* places wearing such things!" Little wonder that she 
sounds so horrified. Leaning in to get a good look at the pictures, she only 
colors faintly and shakes her head with a small, sheepish smile at Katlynn's 
compliment. "That second one's pretty enough, but looks a bit heavy for 
Ista," she observes. "All those layers; I'd collapse of heat stroke. Nay the 
sort of impression I mean t'be giving. The other looks as if'n it might do 
better?" Though the neckline is eyed with some doubt. "'Tis a bit more, ah, 
revealing than I usually wear. Don't know whether I could pull it off. But 
it looks a pretty thing... green and gold, y'think? Green I've worn in a 
gown, but never gold a'fore." She doesn't sound as though she's protesting 
so much as speculative.

Katlynn crinkles her nose in disgust at the description of those 
underthings. "How can she *stand* it? Ugh!" Continueing to flip through the 
images, she comes up with another few that might do well, and places them 
flat on the table. "Hm..Ista's hot this time of turn - though it's hot *all* 
the time, and hotter than here, even. What about this?" Now *this* one looks 
more like something Kat would wear. It's a short dress, barely descent, and 
rather body-skimming, with thin straps and a low-dipped neckline. "It would 
be cool, at least, if not very modest." After a moment, she jumps up again, 
and retrieves a packet of fabric scraps from the other table, sitting back 
down again with them. "They could be cooler too, depending on the fabric used."

"M'theory is that she must have unspeakably ugly legs, and wants t'do all 
she can to disguise 'em." Kassi's voice is dry, and no little amused. She 
clearly doesn't care much for her cousin's choice of paramour. "Err," is all 
she can really say upon seeing this latest suggestion presented. "I... 
really don't think that's me. Nay. Better t'chance that long-skirted one and 
be a bit warm, methinks," and never mind the low decollatage; compared to 
the skimpier article, it evidently becomes much less of a worry.

Katlynn looks pleased - she tucks away the designs she won't be needing, 
leaving just the gown to be made in gold and green out on the table. 
"Perfect then! I think this will suit you *wonderfully*. And don't stress 
over the low neckline - we can add a bit of extra lace of trim to it, if you 
like, to disguise it a bit." Pause, "And not pink lace, either. See? I'm 
being nice today." She winks at the Greenrider, and begins riffling through 
the fabric scraps, coming up with a brocade pattern, a silked-sisal, and a 
plainer, lighter sisal. They're all white and un-dyed. "This should give you 
an idea of the pattern at least, and the weight. What do you think? The 
brocade for the bodice, with the silky one for the overskirt, and the plain 
one for beneath?"

Kassima looks a touch relieved at this reassurance. "Just so there's enough 
material that 'twill nay be finding the thing sliding a fraction of an inch 
and me flashing the Weyrlings," she requests rather drolly. "And I should 
*hope* nay pink lace! Pink with green and gold--even I know that's nay a 
match." Considering the three samples, even brushing fingers cautiously over 
them should this be allowed, she agrees, "That sounds good t'me if'n it 
sounds good t'you. You're the expert!"

Katlynn can't help but to giggle at the image *that* provides, head nodding. 
"You don't want to be corrupting them *that* early. And no, no pink lace. 
Though I'm not below suggesting some pink *underthings* to go with it. We've 
some lovely shades of pink being dyed just now.." She trails off, not at all 
serious, judging by the grin on her lips. "Well, it sounds good to *me*, but 
of course it still has to be okay with you. How soon are you going to need it?"

Kassima shakes her head vigorously. Very vigorously. "Nay pink underthings! 
I'm nay a pink underthing sort of woman, Craftmaster, shells and *shards*." 
Katlynn may not be serious, but Kassi still has to protest the notion. It's 
hardwired into her nature. "Mayhaps six months from now? 'Tis depending on 
when the Weyrlingmaster decides t'graduate 'em. And," she adds wryly, 
"whether I'm even allowed to attend... will that be a rush?"

Katlynn looks only vaguely dissapointed at Kassi's refusal of pink 
underthings - but she *still* has to end, "I'd even do them for you for 
*free*!" She's happy to drop the subject after that, however, and set her 
head into a quick nod. "Six months is *plently* of time. There's no real 
embroidery of anything on it, the main work will be getting it all pieced 
together. Why wouldn't you be allowed to attend though? Surely most parents 
would want to go and see their children in the ceremony."

For one moment--just one--Kassi almost looks tempted. "Free...." But then 
she shakes her head, snapping out of the trance caused by that magical word. 
"Nay even free work by the Masterweaver is enough t'be luring me into pink 
underthings," she states firmly. "I don't know if'n the ceremony will be 
reserved t'Istans or what; certes m'parents weren't about when I formally 
graduated. Though they *could* have come. It just didn't really seem 
right... 'twas a wild rider party, y'know? Granted, I'm a rider, and so are 
some of the other parents for this clutch, but I don't know that any of us 
are *Istans*." Whether or not this made sense to Katlynn, it seems to make 
sense to her, since she doesn't further clarify. Instead: "Well, then. If'n 
that's settled, is there time t'speak of a second commission, think you? Nay 
t'mention of *price*--"

"Well, you could always *ask*. Or maybe dress up as an Istan for the 
evening, and go in stealth! Ooh.. you could put mud allover your face, twigs 
in your hair, and cover yourself with leaves and hide at the side-lines as a 
tree! Nobody would ever know you were there, let alone not an Istan." 
Katlynn grins to herself, evidently pleased with her little plan, though she 
doesn't go any further with it. "I've always more time, if it means more 
marks for the hall." And more marks for her. "Price - we can discuss that 
*later*. You know I'm reasonable with my pricing," Sometimes, "And I 
wouldn't charge you more than it was worth." More like, she wouldn't dare. 
Kassi has all those knives, afterall. "Try the basket first, though. My 
fingers are still crossed for the pink velvet."

Kassima stares at Katlynn. Just stares. "You," she says finally, and perhaps 
with a touch of awe, "are *strange*. Besides, I already once tried t'go 
somewhere in stealth, dressing up as a man t'fool the High Reachians; *that* 
got me a young woman making eyes at me. Methinks I'd sooner give further 
subterfuge a skip." A bit cautiously, "So long as later isn't *too* much 
later--I like t'know what m'debts are so I can juggle finances accordingly." 
Oh, yeah, like she's scrimping for marks. "The second, I'm nay as certain I 
really want t'buy, but I thought I'd see what a Weaver might suggest--all 
right, all right. But stand back," she warns, as she gets to her feet to 
approach the dreaded basket. "So you won't get splattered by vomit and all."

Katlynn grins wide for what she sees as a compliment. "Why thankyou, Kassi. 
-You did? I would've liked to see that. You don't look the man-ish type to 
me - it'd be hard to disguise you as one, I'd think." Shoulders shrug 
lightly then, "If you really want we can discuss payment *now*, though it's 
not really needed until the gown is actually finished. Besides, with all the 
rumours I've heard about you and gambling, I'm sure your just swimming in 
marks." She pushes her chair back a bit to watch Kassi's approach to the 
basket, all of her fingers crossed, arms crossed together, knees crossed, 
and, toes crossed a much as they can be in sandals. "Please be the pink 
velvet, please be the pink vel.."

Kassima takes a light blush coloured piece of liquid-like sisal and a 
handful of pink-ribbons out of the basket. She also takes out some 
coloured-piping and a pair of shiny-new-scissors. She then pulls out a 
pattern for a tunic. Try making that with all of those things!

"Well, I had t'be hiding the hair under this hat, and I painted a moustache 
on m'face, and used some bindings and paddings where necessary--but thankee, 
Craftmaster. I appreciate the sentiment that I'm *nay* manly for a change." 
Kassima's voice is laced with laughter, even as she reaches a hand into the 
Basket of Death. "Whichever's most convenient for you works for me, I 
suppose, so long as I've your word that the price won't be outrageous." She 
says not a *thing* about swimming with marks. This may be because she's 
staring in some dismay at what her hand has fished out: pink sisal, pink 
ribbons, pink piping. "Aiyeeeargh! The pink's *haunting* me! Get it away, 
get it away!"

Katlynn doesn't respond to Kassima's first - she's too busy whooping for joy 
and dancing in - and then out - of her seat. "You got the pink! I knew you 
would! I had everything crossed, too!" So joyful is she, that she doesn't 
even bother to think about Kassi throwing up into the basket, or the many 
knives she's said to have. No, she'll just dance around with her grin 
stretching as wide as her face allows. "It's haunting you because it knows 
you secretly have a deep infactuation with the colour! Oh Kassi, I can't 
tell you how *pleased* I am!" She pauses for breath, still grinning so wide 
her face might just crack. "You know you get to take those things home now. 
Free of charge."

Kassima gapes at the Craftmaster in open dismay, the pink still dangling 
limply from her hand. "What would I do with it?" she demands, eyes wide. 
"'Tis *pink ribbon*! And you're *pleased* by m'fate, m'doom, m'horror? I 
always thought we got along fairly well! Faranth's great greened eyes--can't 
you take the pink, take it and make... uh... something out of it, for 
someone who... who deserves the color, that's it?"

Katlynn finally stops prancing around, coming to stand near the basket. 
"Why, you could make all sorts of things out of it! Just think of the 
possibilities - there's even a tunic pattern! What luck you have, Kassi!" 
She beams. "And oh, it's not your *doom*. It's you luck!" She waves a hand 
through the air, perhaps attempting to pain a picture for the Greenrider, 
"You could sew up something suitably evil for one of your enemies - make 
sure it's one who loathes pink as much as you - and force them to wear it at 
knife-point! Oh! You could make I'sai and *lovely* pink tunic to go with the 
pink knickers I sent over that time."

"M'luck is *green*, and I can't make *aught*; I can only sew *straps*--" 
Kassi's not quite wailing, but it's headed that way. "If'n I tried t'sew a 
revenge-garment, 'twould have three arm-holes and a pants-leg attached or 
something!" Whatever other protests she might make are stilled by this final 
suggestion. She goes quiet, and eyes the pink for several moments. A wicked 
gleam appears deep in her eyes. "Tell you what, though," she drawls. "*I* 
can't make aught, but certes *you* can--or one of those Apprentices can. 
If'n I kindly gave you this, err, very fine pink material, d'you think you 
could come up with something truly... unique... for the bronzer in question?"

Katlynn listens through, grin still fixed firmly upon her face. Surely her 
cheeks muscles must be hurting by now. "I'd be happy to make it for you 
-free of charge-, if you tell me what *unique* thing you'd suggest?" She's 
not quite as Evil as the Greenrider, afterall. "I've still got his 
measurements here, too. *Fine* measurements, I must add. What sort of 
unique-ness do you have in mind?" She eyes the cloth and ribbons in 
Kassima's hands, her brows arching slightly.

Kassima smiles back, a smile full of mischief and edged with half-fond 
malice. "Oh," she drawls, "I don't know... a tunic, I suppose, but nay a 
very--*expansive* tunic. Something tight. Trimmed with ribbons *everywhere*. 
Tied, mayhaps, in pretty little bows." Is I'sai screaming in horror 
somewhere right now? He should be. No comment on the measurements from the 
greenrider, though her smile does twitch a bit broader; she can't help it. 
"You could even have cut-outs, I suppose, but it seems a shame t'ruin the 
material." Riiight.

If Katlynn was excited and joyous before, that's nothing compared to how she 
is now - only she manages to keep it under tight control. "A tight, pink, 
ribbon-covered tunic." she whispers, half in awe, half in absolute horror. 
"Do you think there's enough of that fabric to make a little suit out of it 
all? I didn't see how much you took -- but if there is, it could be a tunic 
which end in some little shorts. Like a baby all-in-one, only without 
sleeves, and with very short legs. Cut-outs.. Hmm.." she pauses to think, 
sinking into a nearby chair to do so. "Cutouts. The shorts could be mini 
buttless pants, only not in leather. And the tunic could have little patches 
chopped out down the sides."

"Ah, nay, nay, nay; nay cutouts on the shorts." Kassi shakes a finger at 
Katlynn. "'Twill never be willing t'wreak that on him; even I have m'limits. 
But chop all you like out of the *tunic*, by all means. You could even make 
the whole thing open down the sides, laced with the ribbon--he *loved* that 
effect when he wore an outfit in that style for a fashion show, he truly 
did." Oh, liar, liar! She saunters away from the basket to present Katlynn 
with her dubious prize. "Methinks there's enough; 'tis meant for a tunic of 
rather more substance, 'tis nay so?"

A sigh of dissappointment escapes Kat's lips - and she was *so* hoping for 
cutouts on the shorts - but she inclines her head, and grins. "Open-sided 
then, with the ribbons only *slightly* lacing it back together. He truly 
liked that effect? I've heard of that outfit, though, unfortunetly, never 
seen it. What a shame, too - everybody says it was simply fabulous." She 
takes the pink things and dumps them on the table. "This *will* be fun. 
-Now, what was the second thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

"You wouldn't have believed the joy on his face," Kassima confirms, 
perfectly straight-faced. "I daresay the night when he wore those overalls 
was one of the happiest of his life. Getting t'show off such a splendid 
costume for Pern... his pride must have been beyond measure. And I'm dead 
certain that if'n you asked him to, you could get him t'model it for 
you--I'm sure he still has it *somewhere*." She is so dead when Is catches 
up with her. Sitting herself back down, she pauses for a moment. "Mayhaps, 
after talking about cutouts and whatnay, I should give this one a skip, in 
case you've gotten ideas in your head... 'twas *going* t'speak of swimwear, 
but now it might prove too terrifying."

The straight-faced look seems to be working, because Katlynn doesn't suspect 
a *thing*. She simply leans forward on her elbows, picks through the pink 
ribbons, and nods. "Then he shouldn't have a big problem with *this* little 
creation we're planning, should he?" Can she smile any wider? Probably not. 
"I'll have to ask him the next time I see him, most definetly. Especially if 
he'll model them! Open-sided overalls on I'sai.." Yep, she'll just trail 
off. "Your after swimmers? For what climate? Cut-outs are really only good 
for around here and Ista."

Doran strolls down the stairs to the first floor.

Doran strolls into the hall with a stretch. "Good evening everyone."

Kassima promises at her most guileless, "He'll *love* it. He may even kiss 
you for delivering it t'him, y'know, and then he'll *model* it for you. 
Lucky woman!" She's just shameless about applying to Katlynn's drool factor, 
isn't she? "Boll, Shipfish, or Greystones, mostly. I've a set, but I've had 
'em since 'twas a new rider and they're a *tad* worn by now. Nay t'mention 
that the top ceased fitting like it should round about the time m'first 
youngling was born." Dryly spoken though they are, the words are still 
accompanied by a bit of a blush. "So I'd thought 'twas nigh time t'get 
something new. G'deve, Master," she greets Doran in turn.

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Your an evil lady, Kassima ;)"

Doran smiles as he sits down. "So, what trouble is afoot now?"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Yes, Kat. Yes, I am. ;)"

Katlynn waves over to Doran, still beaming ridiculously wide. "We're just 
discussing some commission, Kassi here brought me. She tried the basket too 
- that's where all this pink stuff came from." Said pink stuff is pointed 
to, where it sits in a pile in front of her. Gaze flicking back to the 
Greenrider, she goes round-eyed and stutters. "K-kiss me? He *wouldn't*. 
Would he?" Well, if anything is given away by her expression, she's hoping 
the answer is a yes. "We-ell.. Shipfish's not too hot, and not too cold, 
either. And I assume you wouldn't be into the bikini sort of style?"

Doran quirks an eyebrow at the basket. "Too much pink if you ask me."

<Weavers> Syeara tsks "Doran! You can never have too much pink." ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Your learning well, young padowan."

<Weavers> Doran says, "For all we know, that basket is rigged for pink! ;)"

Kassima, lids half-dropped so that lashes veil her eyes--and the laughter 
lurking within them--assures, "He *might*. He might very well. If'n the 
pants expose a *lot* of his sides and feature plenty of little bows; he 
likes little bows." The next question is met with one of those emphatic 
headshakes: "Nay hardly! Bikinis are for the bouncy young things who want 
t'measure men in the Lava Lounge and take plenty of 'em home t'their weyrs 
at night; I'm thinking something that's all in one piece. Trust me, 
Master--this is just the perfect amount of pink for I'sai."

<Weavers> Radar says, "Give Kassima pink lace on her clothes!" ;)

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "It's not though! Promise! That's why it was so 
funny that Kassi got so much of it!"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Nono, Radar, this is for I'sai! And is clear 
evidence of why it's dangerous to tick off Kassi, I hope. ;)"

Doran looks at Kassima then at the basket. "Well, for I'sai, maybe." He 
gives a wry grin.

<Weavers> Syeara says, "So do we have to use everything that we get in the 
basket?"

Katlynn sighs wistfully to herself, head drooping forward to rest on her 
palm. "Might is better than 'no way', so might it'll have to be." Clearly, 
she's imagining the cut-out outfit she's to make for I'sai, for she goes 
silent for a rather long amount of time. And then, "Bouncy young things?" A 
snicker, "Well, I suppose so. An all in one then - but it doesn't have to be 
a *boring* all in one, does it? I could have it dyed in some fabulous 
colours - no pink - maybe dark red?" She grins over at Doran, "If you like, 
I'll make you something out of the pink too."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Yes, you do ;)"

<Weavers> Radar asks, "Is he getting another 'thing', Kassima?"

<Weavers> Kassima says, "Sort of. It's looking like a strange 
shirt-and-shorts cut-out in tight pink sisal with ribbons all over it. ;)"

<Weavers> Syeara says, "Can we add to it?"

<Weavers> Syeara laughs "Not to the outfit of course, Kassima."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Hmms.. Depends what you want to add, Syeara :)"

Kassima crinkles her nose at the other woman's snickers, protesting in 
amusement, "Well, deny it! I'truth, 'tis so--and I know fear suddenly. What 
sort of 'unboring' thing have you in mind?" She's wary. She has sense. "Dark 
red might do... or green, or blue, or violet, or something. But nay pink. 
And nay sharding *pastels*."

<Weavers> Syeara says, "Just some more fabric."

<Weavers> Katlynn says, "Nope. I think it should be *just* out of what you 
get from the basket. That's what makes it so ev--Fun."

<Weavers> Syeara scrunches up her nose, hidden when she does a little 
bob-curtsy "Yes, Master."

Katlynn rolls her eyes, "*Trust* me, Kassima. I mean unboring in a good way. 
Boring are the swimsuits most Holders wear - you know, very high necks and 
those silly little short-legs. Horrible, if you ask me." She shakes her 
head, "No, I was thinking more a one-piece with thin shoulder straps, which 
cross three times over the back. It's hard to explain, but it would look 
nice! And how about if the red drips into the violet at the bottom? It would 
be an interesting effect, at least."

"Faranth, nay, nay like *that*. It doesn't need any sleeves or any legs or 
any neck," Kassi assures, with a quick waving of her hands. "I can forego 
modesty in the name of swimming comfort; I'm more oft swimming alone than 
nay anyway, or with the children, and *they* won't care. Red and violet?" 
She makes a face, shakes her head. "Nay, I'm nay thinking so. Red goes with 
*black*, and *blue* goes with violet." Trust the former Greystonian and 
Bendenite to think so.

Katlynn crinkles her nose, then lets her shoulders roll into a nonchalant 
shrug. "Alright - well, what would you prefer, the blue and violet, or the 
red and black? I think blue and violet melting into eachother would be an 
easier effect to achieve, and thus would be much less costly than the red 
and black alternative. What do you think?" A glance-over of the Greenrider, 
and she adds, "Both of them would go with your skin tone and hair colour, 
though."

Kassima matches that shrug, hers more one of bemusement. "Either's fine by 
me, or another color; 'twould nay mind one color, even, though the two 
colors sounds more interesting--you're the fashion expert, what think you? 
Nay that I plan t'compete in any of those swimsuit contests Boll 
occasionally has, mind you, but nay being mocked on group trips to the 
Lounge or somewhere would be a good thing." A brief pause ensues before she 
adds with some haste, "Nay that I'm saying 'twould make a mockable suit; I'm 
just wanting something I can carry off, if'n you ken."

"I think the blue and violet sounds nice, personally. And it shouldn't be 
too hard an effect to achieve, either. Just some simple dip-dipping of the 
fabric." Kat's shoulders roll again, and she adds, "Maybe some blue beads on 
the straps, just for an accent, if you don't think that

"If you don't think that's too un-you-ish." There's a brief grin then, 
accompanied by another shrug. "I doubt you'll be mocked in this. And if you 
*are*, then I'll have to come and beat the mockers up."

Kassima tips her head to one side, then flashes an abrupt, bright grin. 
"I'll trust in your judgment and leave the decision in your capable hands, 
methinks--that sounds lovely, and so long as nay pink or lace is involved, I 
trust your talents. And will take you up on that beating up thing. But I'm 
sure you can come up with something flattering if'n anyone can." And she 
doesn't even seem to be flattering Katlynn for the sake of better prices 
later. "D'you still have m'measurements somewhere, as you have I'sai's?"

Katlynn shakes her head quickly, promising, "No, no pink or lace. Not even 
*blue* lace or *black* lace, either." She smiles for the compliment, 
flattered, whether it was meant as flattery or not. "I've got both yours and 
I'sai's measurements, still. How else do you think I was able to come up 
with those fluffy pink undies for the pair of you. I didn't guess the fit - 
did they fit?" Not that she thinks Kassi really wore them, but she can hope, 
right? "I'll make sure to show you the Is-creation before I take it off to 
him, too."

"'Twould nay know." One can always hope, but hope is fleeting. Kassi softens 
the hope-bubble-pricking words with a fleeting smile. "Good, then; 'twill 
look forward to the result--both for me *and* with the pink horror. Mayhaps 
you should try t'cajole him into wearing it for the next fashion show, 
whenever 'tis?"

Katlynn doesn't look *too* shattered at least, that the pink things were 
never even tried on. "I guess that was too much too hope for. Ahh well, they 
got to you without my being gutted or some-such first, that's enough I 
supose." She begins to bundle up the mess of pink fabric and ribbons into a 
pile, grinning widely again. "I'll *try*. If he likes the cut-out look as 
much as you say he does, he shouldn't protest it at all. We're hoping to 
have a parade soon - I'm needing to talk to the Seacraft and Tillek 
Headwomen about *that* though, as I'll be needing some of their sailcloth to 
use."

Kassima chortles under her breath as she rises from her chair. "I did try 
t'wrestle them onto I'sai, if'n that provides any consolation." Maybe the 
mental image will, since she's conveniently left out that she tried to 
wrestle them onto his *head*. "All's set, then? And oh, are you?" The 
greenrider perks up at this. "Will you be calling out all the models? If'n 
nay, I hope I'm invited anyway just t'watch I'sai strut his stuff in his 
slick pink sisal."

Katlynn evidently *does* like that image, for she suddenly gets a silly grin 
on her lips. "It does, it does." She assures, still grinning. "All's set, 
yes. And we are - I've been lazy in getting over to see them though. I can't 
really organise anything til I'd got the old sailcloth, but *then* plans 
will get underway." A firm nod, "Of course the model's will be called out. 
I'll design something extra-special for you."

Kassima waggles her eyebrows in response to that grin, her own wide and a 
bit wicked. "Why sailcloth?" she wants to know then. "Isn't it a bit rough 
t'be making clothes from? And, ah, by something extra-special, you *don't* 
mean...."

"Well, sailcloth because we'd be holding it around Tillek and Seacraft - so 
it would be kind-of themed, you see. And I want to show their residents that 
old cloth *can* be re-used, instead of simply tossed away. I'm sure I could 
comb the underside of the fabric until it's suitably soft, against the 
skin." Kat shrugs then, grinning still-wider, "I don't mean anything pink, 
if that's what you think."

"Nor aught buttless, nor aught lace-festooned!" Kassi warns, shaking a 
finger at the Craftmaster. "M'bargain when I first agreed t'model was always 
that I'd never have t'wear aught embarrassing. Well, will you tell me what 
sort of thing you plan t'see me in, made of sailcloth? You've got me all 
curious now...."

Katlynn shakes her head in what she *hopes* is a mysterious look, lowering 
her lashes and dropping her voice. "I can't tell you, for then it wouldn't 
be a *surprise*! Just know, that it won't be anything embarassing *or* 
skimpy *or* festooned with lace of pink-things." She grins, "It'll be nice, 
though."

"'Surprise' is a frightening word coming from your lips, Craftmaster." 
Still, Kassi seems resigned to the mystery, even entertained by it. "So long 
as 'tisn't any of those--then I've nay choice but t'trust your judgment once 
more. Just tell me one thing... we're nay being *sold* again, are we? I 
don't know if'n I can afford t'buy m'self again!"

"I hadn't thought of that.." Katlynn murmurs, more to herself than Kassi. 
But she shakes her head, "No. I wouldn't *dare* sell you to the people of 
Tillek and Seacraft. They're all a bunch of lecherous sailor-people, they 
are." Well.. probably not, but Kat will say it anyway. "And I wouldn't want 
to risk having my models sold off, only to never see them again when the 
Sailors kidnap them! No no, no selling this time."

Kassima sighs out her relief, though she directs a mistrustful look towards 
Katlynn all the same. "Then I'm all the more glad that 'twill nay be wearing 
aught skimpy. Nay that I can't be dealing with lecherous sailor-people, but 
I daresay 'twould damage Weyr-Hold relations terribly if'n I removed the 
parts pertinent to lechery from one."

Katlynn feigns a hurt look in return for the one of mistrust Kassima directs 
at her, though she drops it after a moment. "Never fear, Greenrider dear. I 
won't be selling you, I won't be putting you in anything skimpy, and 
there'll be no lecherous men without their lecherous bits." She winks, 
"Though I can't guarantee the same for I'sai. Afterall, his pink outfit 
*will* be quite.. breezey."

Kassima squints at Katlynn, torn between laughter and a hint of concern 
quite despite herself. "You do, ah, mean you can't guarantee the lecherous 
sailor-men won't come after him, and nay that you can't guarantee he won't 
be minus his bits... don't you?"

Katlynn just _has_ to laugh at that. And she does so, gulping down a quick 
breath to allow her to speak. "I *mean* the first, not the latter. Are you 
worried about his bits disappearing?" She wonders with an impish grin, 
wiggling her eyebrows at the other woman. "Maybe *you* should be the one to 
take across the pink outfit, and get that kiss."

Kassima sobers at this; both hands come up in a gesture of denial. "'Tis Myk 
who'd be concerned over his bits, nay me. I'm only concerned for Myk's sake. 
He's a friend of mine." Dropping the hands, she shakes her head one more 
time. "I don't think that would work very well, let's just say that. 'Tis 
best if'n 'tis you who does the taking."

"Well.. alright then. I won't say no to delivery them myself. I just hope 
you *are* right about him liking the cut-out design." For just a moment, 
Katlynn's eyes narrow on the Greenrider. "Because I don't *think* you'd set 
me up for anything evil. I don't *think*." But of course, this is Kassi 
we're talking about, and you can never be sure around a Greenrider. "Is he 
still over at Ista then? Would've thought he'd have rushed right back, when 
Cariath's eggs were on the sands."

Kassima hasn't been indulging in her evil ways for this many years without 
learning how to accept suspicion without batting an eye. "Can't imagine why 
'twould," she amiably agrees. "You being so nice as t'do that work for free 
and all, with the pink." Ah, now, watch her expression turn blank--stony, 
almost. Very, very neutral. "He is still at Ista. Aye."

Katlynn cants her head for a moment, still eyeing the other woman, before 
sitting back up straightly. "Well alright then." She says, evidently 
conviced the Rider isn't up to anything Evil. "I'll tell you how it all goes 
too, and if he agrees to model 'em. I *hope* he does." The expression on 
Kassi's face is noted, but she doesn't say anything. "Well, is that it? I 
probably should be back to my marking, now that I've taken some much time 
away from it."

Kassima nods acknowledgment and acceptance of the promise. "I'll look 
forward t'hearing," she assures--and that, most certainly, is sincere. 
"I'truth, 'tis so--thankee for your time, Craftmaster, and for the work 
you'll be doing. I'm sure 'twill see you again soon t'be discussing price, 
hmm?"

Katlynn inclines her head into a quick nod, grinning wide. "It's not a 
problem, not a problem at all. I'm still beaming over the fact that you 
chose *pink* of all things from that basket." Yep, watch her start beaming 
again. "We'll discuss the price soon - I'll be Telgar-way in a couple of 
sevendays, so that should work out."

"I couldn't help it!" Kassi protests plaintively just before starting for 
the exit. Then, over her shoulder: "It should! G'deve and clear skies and 
duties, Craftmaster Katlynn--I look forward t'hearing from you, and I hope 
you get your kiss." And with that, she's gone.

You step through the great double doors to the outside.