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Too Legit To Quit


Date:  January 12, 2008
Place:  Igen Weyr's Kitchens
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:  Stop!  Hammer time!  This event--Josilina's idea, and 
fabulous--was meant to be about punishing Candidates, shelling nuts, 
and the color purple, but somehow poofy pants became as much of a 
focus as the rest.  Furthermore, those pants would go on to haunt 
the Weyr for a long, long time.

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The Log:

IGEN-> Josilina hurries on - sorry I'm late, guys! Cooking With Nuts will
start in the kitchens, well, right about now, for all who're interested :)

IGEN-> Kyana wooots!

IGEN-> Beli hoorays! Purple invasion incoming.

You wander into the Weyr's kitchens.

[Editor's Note:  The purple descs deserve to be seen in all their
glory. ;) ]


Josilina:
Generally unremarkable in her build, Josilina stands at just under five and
a half feet, her build proportionate to match, with just a little extra
weight left by motherhood and the passing Turns. Kept long, her copper
curls fall to mid-back when loose and tend to frizz, particularly in damp
weather. Set under sienna 'brows, her blue eyes look all the brighter for
her newly acquired sunburn that also highlights the freckles that have
emerged heavy across her nose and cheeks since her move to Igen. She looks
to be in her mid-thirties. (+detail available.) 
Josilina's poncho-style top spills down from over her shoulders to fall in
loose bright pink folds. Her arms are bare beneath the draping fabric, and
slits in the sides give her arms free mobility, while showing glimpses of a
simple, sleeveless white blouse beneath. The cloth is lightweight, dyed a
startling fuchsia with threads of silver floss woven in to glint in the
light. Equally flashy is her skirt: black and swishy and falling to
mid-calf, it is splattered with largish, bright polka dots: blue, green,
purple, pink, and red. She wears her hair bound in two braids and tied with
colored ribbons.
On one shoulder sits the gold and black knot of Igen's Weyrwoman.


Beli:
Beli is a young girl of maybe fifteen turns, with eyes about the size of
saucers and a sleek mass of very straight, dark hair that is divided into
dozens of thin braids all over her head. Her skin is pale and unfreckled,
and her enormous eyes (which considerably dwarf her other, less appalling
features) are a pale shade of blue, like paint mixed with too much water.
Now, Beli often comes off as a little odd, slightly eccentric for her age,
but at present she looks downright crazy. Her head is wrapped in a neon
purple turban that seems half the size of her body, making her at least two
heads taller, with her skinny braids sticking out at various intervals.
Lavender fabric seems to have been wrapped about her form multiple times,
then twisted to loop around her neck and knot at the center of her
collarbone to fashion a too-long dress. And somewhere there is a very angry
owner of a formerly white fur stole, because it's now a vivid rose-violet,
studded with more dark purple stones and slung glamorously across Beli's
bony shoulders. She is a vision of old-fashioned, radically insane,
potentially inbred royalty.


Raykini:
Mangy dark red hair sprouts from the young man's head falling just past the
crook of his neck. His bangs have been allowed to grow out, and they
eternally move to get in the way of his pale gray eyes. His nose is rather
stout, slightly turned up at the end, and freckles dot the bridge and flow
into his cheeks. His skin has a light brown tan from being in the sun for
long periods of time, his lips, however are a rather pale pink. He's built
rather well, being fairly muscled in the arms and the chest, but he doesn't
exactly tower over others, only standing about 5'6 tall, and doesn't seem
to be growing any more. He looks to be about 19 Turns, 7 months, and 16
days old.

 Ray can be wearing something...rather uncanon for him. A speckled purple
and white vest is laying on a darker plum-colored long-sleeved shirt. The
vest has swirls of lighter purple, mixed in with colors of white.
Lavender-colored pants decorate the man's lower regions, and a purple
beaded necklace rests along his neck. A white candidate's knot rests on his
shoulder, marking him a candidate at Igen.


Walladru:
Tall, tanned and long black hair, down beneath his shoulders. This leads
into the most bizarre looking thing you can imagine. The shirt is a
cornucopia of purples, from the darkest, near black to the lightest nearly
blue. It is sewn with large, poofy sleeves with slits in them. Large
buttons sit nearly seven inches above the cuffs, which are sewn together.
Both arms are this same effect. The shirt tapers inward, from open to the
insides of the shoulders at the top to actually wrapping around at the
waist. A purple...was that a sheet?...wraps around his broad torso, tied in
knots in three or four places. Hanging from this makeshift belt are a slew,
perhaps a dozen, perfectly halved nutshells, all colored purple. The bottom
of the body is swathed in similarly poofy pants, although without the
slits, but a line of violet colored buttons down the right hip might be
where the pants are opened at, its hard to say. Two more knotted bits of
cloth...pillowcases once?...wrap around the lower shin area, covering the
top of the simple brown boots, which are decorated with purple buttons
themselves. Completing this most ridiculous look is a purple scarf, tied to
a knot and set over the right shoulder. Eyes bright and broad smile in full
effect, Walladru, all six foot five and two hundred and sixty pounds of
him, looks...dazzling?


IGEN-> Kassima says, "...Oh, my. Everyone looks so, err, fashionable! ;)"


Kassima:
	Kassima is a woman gifted magnanimously by genetics: one would likely
guess her to be younger than is true thanks in part to high cheekbones and
a brow lines have not touched, and metabolism and height have both dealt a
good hand in her slender 5'10" build. Her fine-boned features are framed by
a long black river braided and confined, allowed free only in the forelock;
there, it threatens to dangle into canted eyes the color of emeralds in
shadow. A shrewd glint lightens these even when amusement does not, and the
well-shaped brows above lend eloquence through their mobility.
	Kassi seems to be in excellent health and condition, at once strong and
fit with enough tan to suggest time spent in warm climes recently. Whether
in support of the Candidates or out of whim, she's wearing a purple blouse
with billowing sleeves gathered by ribbon at the cuffs, but her trousers
are black. Maybe she couldn't find purple pants on short notice? Two
pouches and a long dagger hang from her ornamented belt; the glints of
metal at her fingers (+detail available) suggest that she likes jewelry. In
place of a sunhat she's threaded more purple ribbons through her braid.
	On one shoulder of the riding jacket she carries around is the gold and
black knot of an Igen Weyr rider, with a strand of grey-green to show the
color of her lifemate, Lysseth. The patch on the other shoulder identifies
her as a member of Sirocco Wing.


IGEN-> Walladru grins.

IGEN-> Beli tosses her fur over one shoulder. Don't mind it if it sheds.

IGEN-> Raykini thought that was the point?

The kitchen is filled with nuts. And not just of the usual Igen variety:
bowls of nuts, unshelled and shelled - but mostly shelled - line the
counters, and burlap sacks sit slumped, bulging with their contents. Some
cooking is already going: Bakers are kneading dough for pie crust, and some
lower-level kitchen workers are passing out implements to help shell and
chop the bounty of Benden's tithe, while others have begun to mix things
like spices and sugars and bread dough.

IGEN-> Kassima has 'Rah Rah Rasputin' caught in her head thanks to Beli's
desc. I think it's the fur.

IGEN-> Raykini was almost going to desc himself in a dress ^^

IGEN-> Josilina is so impressed by everyone!

IGEN-> Kyana feels plain :)

IGEN-> Josilina does too, a bit. Or at least... the wrong color. ;)

IGEN-> Walladru thinks we look like the staff of a themed restaurant.
"Welcome to Plumees, where everything we serve is plum good. How many in
your party this evening?"

IGEN-> Lanisa giggles :)

IGEN-> Kassima swapped Kassi's earrings to the amethysts, but didn't have
any other pre-set jewelry that was purple. Now I sort of want to buy her
some. ;)

IGEN-> Raykini giggles at Wall.

IGEN-> Beli imagines the decor at Plumees themed restaurant and gets a
headache.

IGEN-> Raykini giggles. "Maybe next we should decorate the weyr in purple :p."

So many nuts; what's one more thrown into the fray? Kassi meanders in,
filches a nut from a bowl, gets her hands smacked by a kitchen-worker's
spoon--all par for her course so far--and then seeks a good vantage place
to feast her eyes on all the... purple. Lilac and lavender and plum, oh my.
"I have this sudden yen," she lets those in hearing range know, "for grape
juice. For some reason. 'Tis just what this seems t'demand."

Beli enters with the other candidates -- some slinking in, trying to avoid
too much notice, though the riot of purple fabric is definitely hard to
miss. Beli's turban makes her almost as tall as Walladru, maybe, and for
that -- or for other reasons of her own -- she seems perfectly at ease this
evening.

Kyana looks around as she wanders in, shaking her head. "I think I missed
the dress code message..." she murmurs as she watches other people arrive.
She looks around at the amount of nuts, and shakes her head, grinning a
little.

So what if he's donned in purple? Ray is determined to have a good time.
And, as he tugs on his purple vest, setting it into place over his chest,
he offers a nod to the others. He stuffs his hands into his pockets.
Indeed, with the amount of purple now entering the kitchens, it's rather
hard to miss the candidates.

Oh, my. That's the reaction of one of the kitchen staff as he gets an
eyefull of the purple mass of humanity entering. Near the back, the looming
figure of Walladru, all a gleam in purple. He doesn't look at anyone as he
enters, instead watching the Candidates around him.

IGEN-> Kassima digs up 'Purple Rain' on YouTube. Seems appropriate.

Josilina has seated herself on a high counter - much to the Bakers' dismay
- and is eating a grape (what else?). "Want one?" she offers Kassima,
holding out a smallish bunch. "I don't know about juice, but - my gracious!
Look at everyone! Welcome!" The Weyrwoman practically sings out her last
word. "You all look ma-arvelous," she draws the 'a' out, and looks pleased
as punch at the plum pandamonium she has encouraged. "Everyone! Grab a
knife, or a nut, or a pie tin! We've nuts to cook!"

"Absolutely!" Kassi says, holding out cupped hands--she must favor her
chances of catching a grape over those of navigating the purple reign.
"Thankee! I hope nay anyone chops their fingers off. 'Twould do homage
t'Benden, red and purple, but I don't think the colors match that well if'n
truth be told." The Coordinator cheerfully, shamelessly peers at each
passing outfit, shaking her head but grinning all too widely.
"Congratulations, Candidates. You're absolute artistry in aubergine."

Walladru looks for counter space, which is obviously at a premium. The ends
up with a knife, a 1 meter wide spot of a cutting board set on top of a
stool and a bowl of nuts, already shelled. Shrugging, he sets a couple of
them on the cutting board and gives them a chop or two. With a satisfied
nod, he starts hacking away at them, cutting them into rough bits with
rough chops.

Beli finds herself by a bowl of nuts, and she's examining one
partly-cracked shell and holding it up to a stray, beaded braid, as if
looking to add to the decorations. But she resists, and looks around until
she finds a small knife, and settles in - fur stole and all - to get to
work. She glances over at Raykini, and then Josilina, and then she's near
Kyana, but she has to shift her whole body to address her, for the benefit
of that turban, "It wasn't so much a memo as a demand, really."

Nuts. Right, the people or the actual food product? Well, people can be
food, right? It's just frowned on. Either way, Ray makes his way over
towards the nuts, reaching into a pocket to pull out a rather small dagger
and get to work on cutting them up into small pieces. He turns to peek over
his shoulder at Kassi, grinning widely. "Well, we do try, it's not like we
didn't have the materials to work with." What, with all the purple-stained
clothing and fabric in the barracks.

Kyana smiles at Beli and nods. "I guess this is one of those times I'm glad
to not be a Candidate then..." she says as she gathers a bowl of shelled
walnuts and a knife from one of the cooks, securing a small amount of
counter space for herself as she starts to chop.

"I have to pick the best," Josilina confides in Kassima, for all that the
Candidate Coordinator likely knows the situation. "I don't know how I'll do
it! There are so many! I like that one's hat," she points at a tall blonde
girl wearing a large-brimmed, plum-shaded hat with multitudes of curled
ribbons in different shades of purple spilling from it. Josilina reaches
for a bowl of coarsley chopped nuts, only to have it pulled out of her
reach at the last second by a Baker. "You going to make anything in
particular, there?" she asks Raykini.

Beli, with seeming idleness, firmly rests an elbow on the nearest cutting
board, just as it's about to be pulled out from beside her by another
candidate. The thief gives a little, unsuccessful tug, then abandons the
plan, muttering something to Beli about playing by the rules and
candidate's knots, but Beli doesn't seem to hear, and replies to Kyana,
"You'll be gladder knowing as what's underneath. I think every underthing
anyone sleeping in the barracks owns is now lavender, or at least light blue."

Raykini turns over towards Josi, a grin pulling at his face, "Actually, I
am ma'am. I asked the kitchens to hold some fish for me that I went and
fished up." He grins happily at this fact, "It's something my mother used
to teach me to cook." Indeed, the ex-fisherman looks quite happy to be able
to have a fishy meal again.

Kassima's grin shifts to a sharper smile at Raykini. "Aye. I noticed that."
Three words, but pages' worth of Disapproval worked into them somehow. She
joins them in work nevertheless, staking claim on counter, knife, and nuts,
and chopping the latter with an experienced hand. "Best might be relative,"
she offers over her shoulder to Josilina. There's the grin again. "So do I.
D'you suppose she'll want it when this is over?" The girl in question gets
a hopeful look, probably confusing if she didn't overhear.

Josilina makes another try for some cooking implements; again, she's
foiled. "Fish!" her attention gets pulled by Raykini's response - and in
truth, she looks happy enough to take up counter space with sitting and
socializing, rather than working. "I used to love fish with nuts; what're
you making exactly?" She looks again to The Girl With The Hat and smiles, a
bit sly, a bit speculative, "If she doesn't, I'll wager you for it. On...
something." The girl does seem to notice she's the subject of the
coordinator and Weyrwoman's discussion, and looks a bit disconcerted,
shifting her dough-lined pie tin closer to herself. A shield?

Walladru chops away, moving nuts into a second empty bowl as he goes.
Unfortunately for him, where he is is relatively near the edge of the
candidate activity. Its not long before Ashryl makes her presence known,
dressed in a purple skirt, purple leggings and a purple and...orange (My
eyes!) shirt. She passes by Wall, having needed to nab a cutting board
herself. She elbows him in the spine as she cruises by, causing him to lean
forward a little, bumping into the stool. However he catches the cutting
board before anything goes flying and spins his head around in time to see
he sauntering off in her soft shoes to the other side of the kitchen where
she settles into a chair and, setting the cutting board, sets a pie tin on
top of it. His smile turns into a slight smirk. A glance at where Raykini
is talking to the Weyrwoman and he turns back to his task.

Kyana blushes a bit and shakes her head. "That must be...interesting.." she
says as she chops a double handfull of nuts into fine pieces, then looks
around for spices. After a short exchange with one of the bakers, she
obtains a spicy-smelling mixture, as well as a bit of oil in a bowl, and a
large flat pan. Humming under her breath, she tosses the nuts in the bowl,
then coats them in the spice mixture before laying them on the pan.

Raykini nods his head towards the fish being stored off to the side, "I
caught some trout, not the best I can get my hands on, but the flavor
should do. I was just going to cut up the fish, slice the meat, add some
garlic, nuts, and a few secret ingredients." He idly chops up the nuts,
paying close attention to where his fingers are and pushing them off to the
side with the blade of his knife into a small bowl. "Just thought I'd bring
some home cooking back, that's all." He's grinning widely, the fact that
he's wearing purple seems to be forgotten in favor of expecting a fishy
meal. His nuts chopped up, he seizes up his fish and brings them over to
his work area where he starts to clean them.

Cutting things up distracts Kassi from conversation for a beat or two. No
surprise there. Is she ever happier than when she has a knife in hand?
Cracking unshelled nuts, filched from the rare supply for the sheer
pleasure of doing so, is pure bonus. "Wager for it," she repeats, attention
caught by the magic word. "I'm powerless t'be resisting." Resistance is
futile, Girl With the Hat! Now she turns speculative eyes on the would-be
prize. That can't help. "Details? De... oh, shells. Purple and orange," and
what a good time it is to lower her gaze to her work so she doesn't have to
see that.

Beli loses track of her own nut tasks (chopping, not too finely, and not
always successfully) in watching Kyana's expert process. She doesn't ask
her about it, but her interest is obvious nonetheless. Someone deposits a
pile of shells to be cracked on her cutting board, and that keeps her
somewhat busy in the meanwhile.

Walladru scoots more chopped nuts into the bowl, having finished his first
batch of these, he turns and hands it to a nearby staffer, who returns a
moment later with a bowl of shelled nuts and sets them on the cutting
board. Wall takes one out and sets about shelling the thing.

Lanisa comes in from the Living Caverns, inhaling the spicy scents.

Sria comes in from the Living Caverns, inhaling the spicy scents.

A flash of orange - orange! - catches Josilina's eye, and she follows
Ashryl's path with horror on her face. "Is she really - ugh," she shudders,
visibly, cutting to the next person she can easily see: Walladru. "Great
shells," she breaths, eyes widening. "That. Is a /fantastic/ outfit. Kassi,
have you /seen/ Walladru's outfit?" Thoughts of details and wagers? Gone.
It's all about poofy sleeves and nutshell belts. "Faranth's butt." She
lowers her voice to a stage-whisper, just low enough so that it -
hopefully! - won't reach Walladru's ears, "I think I'm in love."

Sria slips in and just surveys, from a post near the door, for a full
minute or so. "You know, I don't know why I'm even surprised," she
comments, to no one in particular, though one nearby candidate seems
abruptly nervous.

It takes a little working, having not been involved in shelling the nuts
before, but Wall gets the hang of it. As he works away, one of the cooks
cruises by heading for the Living Cavern. She pauses to ask Wall something
and he nods. He pulls his hand from the board, with a nut in it, and
waggles it around in a pattern. The cook laughs, just about the time
Josilina voices her thoughts. With a shake of her head, the cook heads out.

Kassima's nuts, once she's done with them, don't look much like nuts at
all. They look like... nut-dust. Smashed, pulverized, destroyed and left
for dead on her cutting board while their murderer goes whistling away to
collect the equipment she needs. The supply of paper-thin dough and big pot
of butter take the mystery out of her intentions. "I remember doing this at
Ruatha," she offers to no one in particular. "A'fore Search. We gathered
the nuts from the walnut tree in the Courtyard and I made baklava... I
forget what we did with it. Bribed a watchrider for a ride, I want t'be
saying." Pause. "You're in love with Faranth's butt?" Apparently she missed
something in her nostalgia. The greenrider shakes off that thought and
takes a second look at Wall, belts and all. "'Tis more Beli's fur I
covet--look at the *stones*," well, natch. "But he should get creativity
points for the nutshells. Those certes are poofy pants. Did you *make* the
poofy pants, Walladru?"

IGEN-> Walladru chokes at Kassima!

IGEN-> Kassima says, "I am so picturing you as MC Hammer, Wall, just so you
know."

Once Ray's managed to skin the fish and get it prepaired for cooking, he
starts to add a few things. Mostly nuts, to the dish that he's making. He
can't help but listen to the talk about the clothing that they made, "I
think Wall and Beli look quite good." But he's not trying to win, even if
the prize is two days without having to do the laundry punishment.

IGEN-> Walladru notes that he was inspired by spotting a poster for
"Pirates of Penzance" and thought it would make an interesting look for
Wall. :)

Kyana smiles at Beli. "What're you making?" she asks as she arranges the
chopped nuts on the sheet and hands them to one of the bakers to be toasted
in the ovens. As those are taken off her hands, she grabs a nearby motar
and pestle and starts grinding walnuts.

Lanisa's not moved far into the room as she makes an entrance. Mug fetched
from the serving table to be sipped as she stops just within, finds a wall
to lean on and surveys, just surveys what she finds.

Walladru looks around, blinking, although he can identify the voice easily
enough. He steps back a step and looks down at his pants. "Actually, yes.
It sure wasn't easy." he grins. "Took a bit of work to get enough fabric in
there."

Beli's nuts, period. A failure to crack one nut results in the perfect bead
accompaniament, and she's caught in deep concentration, threading an
escaped braid through the created hole. "What do you think?" she asks
Kyana, displaying the new accessory. "I'll be leaving others to the making.
Like you, you have a plan." Clearly. "My aunt can make roasted, sweet nuts,
but I don't know -" she breaks off, there, and changes tack, perhaps upon
hearing her name. "Thank you!" she calls over, to whoever's doling out
compliments. "I agree that it doesn't count, though, for the contest. I
added the stones, but the fur was..." a horribly unfortunate accident,
"already there."

Josilina throws Kassima an utterly baffled look, "Why would I be in love
with Faranth's butt? ...Ew. It's probably all moldery by now. Well.
Actually, it's probably just bone. Which is /not/ very attractive," she
states in the manner of one who's an authority on such things. "No, I'm in
love with /him/," she indicates Walladru with a point of her chin and a
very 'wink wink, nudge nudge' sort of look. "He's /amazing/." Or, at least,
his pants are. Reluctantly, she follows the look over to Beli's fur, "It's
quite something," she admits. "Makes her look rather mad, don't you think?"
As opposed to how she always looks? Sria, she doesn't notice, nor Lanisa,
as several purplish candidates and general crowd blocks her view to the door.

Raykini sticks his platter off to the side, which is picked up by a few
cooks to be...well...cooked. He moves off over towards Wall, "Need some
help cracking the nuts?" He asks of Wall, keeping his voice low and
grabbing up his knife now that his own dish is finished.

"If'n I could be combining your vest," Kassi says to Raykini, nodding in
approval to the garment in question, "with Walladru's poofy pants, Beli's
fur, and that lass's hat... I'll keep m'own shirt. I'd wear that in a
minute. To the Hatching, except methinks the fur would be too much for me
there. I can't take people's marks from them if'n I'm passed out." With a
small brush, the rider sweeps oil and butter across her baking pan. The
translucent leaves of dough are added, layer by careful layer, interspersed
with nut-dust and spice as appropriate. "Where did you get the stones?" she
calls to Beli. "--'Tis probably *skeletal* by now. Aye. If'n things rot in
*between*? We don't really know, do we, it might be floating around as...
uh... fresh as when it went in. And this isn't a good topic with food."
Confessions of love? Those are fabulous with food. Look at her wide, wide
eyes. "Mayhaps I don't want t'borrow his pants after all. Nay offense
meant; you're a lovely woman and all, 'tis just, y'know--they're very
alluring, Walladru. Apparently." For the sake of distraction she tries to
get a peek at Kyana's area--sneaking ideas, maybe?

Walladru nods. "I could use a hand. Or knife. Or both. You know, no matter
how many times I helped out, I never had to shell these things before. Bit
of a trick to it, I see." he moves the bowl over a little so Ray can get
into it easily. "You know I'm going to have to try that fish dish, right?"
Taking one he sets it on the cutting board, sets the edge of the kinfe into
the groove and gives it a short, solid pop with his palm on the back of the
kinfe. One twist and the meat of the nut is fully exposed and,
surprisingly, uninjured.

Sria makes her way over to Lanisa, for the purpose of saying: "Now, do the
candidates usually dress this way? Because it's not often you meet
weyrlings in colorful uniforms, and I'm not sure I wouldn't mind supporting
the idea, since they all seem so..." her gaze passes over Walladru,
Raykini, and Beli: "..enthusiastic." She's kidding. Probably.

IGEN-> Walladru says, "Well, when we tell you 'welcome to the nuthouse,
Sria' we aren't lying, are we? :)"

Raykini grins as he grabs at a few nuts, using his knife to pry open the
shell and cause it to reveal the nuts within. "Well, you know me, I'm more
than happy to help." He flashes a grin at his best friend as he flicks a
nut over towards the pile. "Only thing, this sharding takes too long to do
it by hand. You should try it! I'm good with fish dishes."

Kyana nods at Beli. "Those were along the same idea as roasted sweet nuts,
but they were savory....I used spicy instead of sweet flavors." she shakes
her head at the outfits around her, grinning, and lets out an actual
chuckle at the discussion of Faranth's butt. "Nut paste can be used for a
similar dessert..." she calls over to Kassima, noticing the glance.

Walladru chuckles at Ray. "And not so bad with a needle and thread either.
I thought that vest of yours would take awhile to put together. Not near as
long as these pants." he chuckles. "But you know, weirdly enough, these
things aren't all that uncomfortable." he wiggles his legs a little,
sending the floofy pants aflutter for a second. "In the warmth here they do
quite well."

"M'jev told me I had to see this, He'd been out there watching them all
traipse in... Can't say it's normal, no." Lanisa casually tells Sria and
then shoots her a grin, "Afraid it'll carry over, eh? Might be you're right
to fear, depending on the Weyrwoman's influence."

IGEN-> Sria expected nothing less, really.

IGEN-> Walladru says, "Glad we don't disappoint. :)"

"Around the weyr, on the beach," Beli calls back to Kassima, twisting -
carefully, for the precarious turban situation - to get a better angle on
the conversation. "And Ermina had a collection, or something, that got dye
on them." Along with everything else. "I used purple thread on the others."
She nods to Kyana, too. "Savory. Hmm. Can I help you with the next, then?
Chop, or something easy."

Raykini blushes a little bit as he runs his hands over his vest, looking
quite proud of it. "I think I'll keep it, even if it /is/ purple." Not like
he's gonna get all fancy like Wall and Beli, but, at least it looks nice,
right? "Well, after fixing up our ship, I would think that I was good at
sewing. 'Sides, you have to be good at a few things when you're on a ship.
But I don't really have the knowledge as most people do." he wrinkles his
nose, "I still can't read very good, and I have trouble writing."

Josilina's been a bit quiet, caught up in the raptures of love, or maybe
just the fumes of roasting - burning - nuts. "Don't worry, Kassi," she
assures the greenrider, distractedly, "you're not my type." She finally
slides from the countertop, plucking an unshelled walnut from a bag and
rolling it around in her cupped palm. "Who's taking my influence in vain?"
she wonders, as her wandering brings her in earshot of Lanisa. "Sria!" she
beams at the brownrider. "Aren't they beautiful?" she indicates the
candidates in a sweeping gesture.

Walladru chuckles. "V'lien'd have had me in a harness if I didn't stick to
my lessons. Guess that's a good thing about growing up here. People kept me
focused on my lessons. A happy Harper is more likely to want to throw a
party he used to say." another chuckle as he opens one nut and moves to the
next. "Although some day I'd like to see the ocean. Maybe even get on a
ship and go out a little ways."

"Influence," mutters Sria to Lanisa. "I'll say. And I wouldn't say 'afraid'
so much as, hm. 'Expectant'. Or 'anticipatory.'" She grins, then, "We'll
see." - "Hello, Jos," and, agreeably if not actually agreeing: "They are
certainly your definition of beautiful, aren't they."

IGEN-> Walladru says, "Okay...Wall dressed this way, with a knife in his
hand and on the sea...no doubt...The Pirate of Pernzance! :p"

Raykini shrugs his shoulders, "I didn't really get much teaching out at
sea. And we didn't port often." Ray says quietly, 'It's till rather hard
for me, but I'm learning, slowly." He frowns tightly as he tries to get a
rather pesky nut open. "I still need to get a better knife for my sheath I
got."

Kassima gestures at Kyana's work with her buttered brush. "Similar t'what
you're doing? What are you doing?" The brush threatens to drip; she hastily
swipes it across the waiting layer. "Oh, oh. Dyed rock, then, nay purple
jade or something." Let's not ask where she thought a Candidate would get
that. "It still works. Might nay make people compare you t'Faranth's butt,
but that's all for the best." The Candidate next to Kassi has been
influenced by the conversation, consciously or subconsciously. The giant
nut cookie she's shaping is starting to look distinctly, if lumpily, like a
dragon's backside. "Well," Kassi flashes a grin Raykini's way. "If'n you're
ever willing t'loan it... thankee, Josilina. I appreciate that. Sort of."

IGEN-> Kyana is falling asleep at her monitor, not for lack of rp, so I
think I'll be posing out here soon :(

Walladru nods as he takes another nut from the bowl he's sharing with
Raykini. *Kerchak!* "Speaking of which, I didn't get a chance to answer you
earlier, both the cap and Josy are none the worse for wear. Likely the only
things with two dragon lengths that didn't get a good dye." he grins. "Glad
they were under the covers on the cot."

IGEN-> Kassima wants to be Jack Sparrow, if we go piratical, strictly so
she can be drunk all the time. --G'night, Kyana! Good to see you. :)

IGEN-> Walladru nods, thinking it a bit late himself, probably will tip out
at the next hour.

Raykini peeks over at Kassi, the coordinator getting a rather confused look
to his face, "Lend what, the sheath that I got? I rather like it, but if
you really want it, ma'am..." He drifts off quietly, scratching at the side
of his head before turning his attention to Wall. "Walth got a little
purple, but I think it's proper on him." Or perhaps more like a certain
other draconic-monster. "Good to hear that Josy and your hat didn't get too
purplish."

"A happy Harper...." Lani shakes her head at hearing that line but flashes
in the next moment a grin Josilina's way, "Like as not those influenced or
affected by such things." Of course, and an aside to Sria follows,
"Expectant, anticipating, aye. I think I see why."

Kyana smiles over at Kassima. "I was mostly just making a batch of walnut
butter; it's good for spreading on just cooked buns and cookies.....and it
keeps pretty well." she then turns to Beli and shakes her head. "I think
I'm pretty much done; but I suggest that if you get some fresh buns from
the bakers, this would work well on them.." she says, handing the mortar
over to the girl. "The roasted nuts are just for eating by themselves,
although they go well on salads when greens are in season."

IGEN-> Lanisa wavers :)

IGEN-> Josilina waves, Take care Kyana :)

IGEN-> Raykini says, "See ya, Kyana."

IGEN-> Kyana wishes she was less tired so she could stay longer but...
*hugs all around* thanks for the rp :)

IGEN-> Walladru says, "Thank you for comin' out Kyana. :) Don't be such a
stranger!"

IGEN-> Beli says, "Goodnight Kyana!"

Beli frowns, fleetingly, for the missed opportunity. "No. That would have
been lovely, though: purple jade. You know, the jadestone is said to have
remarkable restorative powers." She pauses, then adds, "Not that anyone
here seems to need it." It's difficult to detect low spirits in a room full
of purple. "Oh, so your dear stuffy managed to escape the dye, then." she
says to Walladru, unsurprised. She takes Kyana's mortar, then, and nods a
bit solemnly. "Fresh buns. Salads." Got it.

IGEN-> Kyana will try to remedy that! :) night all

"The vest," Kassi clarifies. "I've knife-sheaths aplenty but nay one purple
vest. Kassima! Nay ma'am! Don't be tempting me t'be tossing nut goo at you
now." It's too dry and powdery to work as a missile weapon, and that stops
her not at all from taking a spoonful and eyeing it meaningfully. To Kyana
then, "Walnut butter? Interesting... I'll filch some of what's made with it
if'n I can. I hadn't heard that about jade, Beli. It heals?" She tries to
look at her necklace, a vain endeavor with its short chain. "I should've
worn some in case fingers do go missing."

"Walnut?" Josilina offers to Lanisa, "I imagine we'll be eating nuts for
days. Sria, I think we should have purple for the weyrlings' - what was
that?" Jos looks over abruptly toward Raykini and Walladru. "Did they say
my name? Doesn't Walladru look /incredible/?" Then, with girlish
hopefullness to blue- and brownrider, "Do you guys think they're talking
about me? I like Raykini's vest, too. Looks like my scarf, but purple."

Walladru turns his head towards Kassima. "Please don't. You might miss and
hit me." a nice broad grin as he turns back to opening another nut as the
bowl, almost empty, is replaced. "Shards, do these things just keep
coming?" he mumbles. A glance back to Beli. "Yeah, I know, big surprise. If
Josy'd been in any danger, I'm sure Dazzle and Sludge woulda pulled it out
of there." he turns back to Raykini. "Yeah, I haven't seen Walth in a
couple of days. You feeding him properly now? No more felines?"

Raykini blinks as he lets his eyes flicker over the vest that he's wearing,
"Oh! /This/ silly thing. Yeah, you can have it. I'd be /more/ than happy to
give you." Perhaps just a little over-enthusiastic about getting rid of the
hideious purple thing? Not really. He can't help but burst into laughter,
"I dunno, I might feed him some tunnelsnake soon." He winks playfully at
the other man.

Ashryl walks back through just at that moment. She stops and eyes the two
males, followed by a rather dramatic eyeroll. "Will you two ever grow
/up/?!" Another short, sharp sigh and she saunters back towards her little
corner, carrying some...dried fruits?

"Oh, I'm sure someone's always talking about you, Weyrwoman," Sria says,
with a grin that comes too easily. "Something about a hat, too. Perhaps you
ought to be wearing one." She looks around, "I do see a certain fashion for
headwear this evening."

Leaning Sria's way, Lanisa can't help herself but murmur, "She get into too
much sweetener? Or do you think it something she drank?" Big wide innocent
eyes then return Josilina's way, "Should they be? As for looks?" And then
the man gets considered before she replies, "He's a sight alright. Aren't
they all?" And of course what Sria says next just leaves her biting back a
snicker, perhaps?

Beli is nodding to Kassima, with a peer at the examined necklace, and then
turns to Walladru and Raykini, with a look she adopts sometimes around
them. It's that look of not having the foggiest idea what these boys are
talking about, though she's more clued in than she has been in the past:
"Well, at least they're loyal to you /and/ your one true love stuffed
tunnelsnake," she says to Wall, and then there's the part about the felines
which she chooses to ignore. Ashryl does get an interested sort of regard,
though: "She's rather persistent today."

"Yes, but that's always official stuff," Josilina dismisses Sria's
contribution with a wave. "And today wasn't a /hat/ sort of day. Not that
anyone can compete with her's," She indicates the tall candidate in the
ribbon-bedecked hat, "or Beli's, for that matter. They /are/ all a sight. I
think I'll have to decide a winner tomorrow - or, post it tomorrow. Too
overwhelming to, now."

Kassima makes an amused sound. "And risk Josilina's ire for ruining your
pants? You're right. Perish the tho--I can *have* it?" she interrupts
herself to ask Raykini, delighted. "Keep it for m'own? Thankee!" One piece
of her dream outfit down, three to go. The Girl With the Hat gets another
glance. It's perhaps a good thing Kassi has her baklava to keep her from
begging all the Candidates' clothes.

Walladru gives Raykini a gentle nod, simply ignoring Ashryl's comment as
she saunters past. "You'd better look out, Ray. The weavers might come for
you in the night." A chuckle. "Glad your cot is closer to the door'n mine."

Raykini can't help but laugh at Kassima's outburst, a sly grin now pulling
at his lips as he leans lightly against the counter, "Oh, I dunno, I might
be convinced to part with it. For a price." He winks playfully towards the
other women, now looking quite amused with himself. A mock shocked look
crosses his face as he favors Wall with his attention, "Weavers in the
night? What are they gonna do, stab me with their sewing needles? I'll have
all these puncture wounds!"

"No, I didn't mean talking of official business," Sria assures Josilina,
and aside to Lanisa: "Both, probably. Combined." - "Quite a sight, indeed.
You know, I have a hat something like that one," eyeing the tall girl, and
stated as if just now realizing her ownership of it. "A gift from quite a
while ago. It's around somewhere."

"Nay fair," Kassima complains. "Nay fair saying you'd give it to me and now
saying there's a price. What are you, Bitran? Very well: name me your
price, Candidate. I'm nay afraid." She draws herself up in what she fancies
is a pose of courage. "...*Fear* the Weavers in the night. They'll leave
you the dead heads of roses and then chase you through the Weyr calling you
sweet tuber pudding-pie. For the record, if'n you're going t'swoon over
someone," is this for Josilina's benefit? "'Sweet tuber pudding-pie'
*doesn't help*."

Walladru shakes his head and looks around as if he is about to tell some
great secret, he leans over to whisper to Ray, although it's his normal
voice he speaks in. "You don't know? THey will sneak in in the night, and
stitch your covers around you to your cot!" He tries to look serious but
fails, breaking down slowly into laughter. "Then they'll carry you out to
the lake and set your cot afloat!" he loses it, setting the knife down. He
nods agreement with Kassima as well, seeming to laugh even a bit harder.

"Could be quite painful, Raykini," Beli advises, somberly. She's still
holding the abandoned mortar, and belatedly passes it off to an extremely
patient baker. "Sewing needles. Some of them are rather large, don't you
know." Then Kassima has her say, and she nods, "Or that." And Walladru's
too, "Or that. Or, you know, they'll just make you wear the outfit you were
originally plannng for tonight." Ah, /there/ it is.

"Why else would they talk about me?" Josilina asks, naive as ever. "Who's a
sweet tuber pudding-pie?" Hard for one's attention to not be caught by a
phrase like that. Jos still has eyes for Wall, glancing at him sidelong
while she wonders of Kassima, "Did someone call you that? Kind of a sweet
name, I think."

Raykini leans his head in to listen to Wall, breaking into laughter as the
man speaks to him. "It is quite scary." He says in agreement to Beli, but
there's an amused look to his face. "Well, I suppose it's a way to go, by
sea! maybe I could add a sail to the cot cout of sheets and sail it across
the lake!" Someone's having fun. And, to Kassi he grins, "I was just
joking. You can have it."

Lanisa's nod is then sage though her grin lopsided and amused, "I can see
why I was told not to miss this, assuredly." And though her words aren't
really a reply to anything perhaps the comment is left to stand.

IGEN-> Walladru needs to figure out a way to pose out this next round. Its
getting to be difficult to focus on the typing. :)

IGEN-> Raykini hugs, "thanks for the RP it was fun :)"

IGEN-> Walladru says, "I think poor Josilina got totally overwhelmed by our
creativity.:)"

IGEN-> Josilina grins. Dazzled is the word.

IGEN-> Raykini isn't that good at descing ^^'.

IGEN-> Walladru says, "No, Dazzle is wall's green Flit. :)"

IGEN-> Walladru says, "You did good, wall. :) I was picturing The Music Man
but with green instead of red. :)"

IGEN-> Walladru says, "Ray, not Wall. Yeah, I'm fadin'."

IGEN-> Beli says, "You did good too, Wall ;)"

IGEN-> Raykini whispers, "He's talking to himself, I think it's time to get
out the padded room!"

IGEN-> Walladru says, "I had motivation. :)"

Kassima's nod is decidedly morose. "Katlynn. Masterweaver Katlynn called me
sweet tuber, pudding, pie, little redfruit of loooooove. I can't fairly
swear she put 'em all together." Sweet tuber and redfruit, ugh; hopefully
she didn't. "Bless you," she wishes Raykini with far greater cheer. "That
absolutely makes m'evening. Originally planning? Was he going t'be wearing
something else, Beli?" She hadn't obviously noticed Lanisa or Sria's
arrivals before, but now she asides to the former, "You couldn't possibly.
Miss chopping stuff when given the chance? Who would?"

Sria's attention is caught, too. "Sweet tuber -- oh my. 'Eve, Kassima," she
adds her greeting, realizing the source of all these pudding-pies, "and
Jos, I'll let R'sel know how much you like the expression."

Walladru takes the last nut from the bowl. *Kerchak!* clearing the shell
and putting the meat of the nut into the second bowl, he takes the one now
filled with busted shells. "I'm gonna go swap out for more nuts. Be back in
a second." He stops before he steps more than one step away and leans back.
"I suggest you consider sleeping on top of the coverlet tonight." with a
wink he's off into the bustle and crowd of the kitchen.

IGEN-> Walladru says, "OKay, I'm outta here. :) Thanks for the riotously
good time, everyone. This was a super blast!"

"Oh, yes," Beli says to Kassima, with a sidelong glance at Raykini. She
seems confident that he won't mind, though he likely will. Or should, at
least. "A skirt, wasn't it, and a hat. What else?" What else, indeed.

IGEN-> Josilina waves, Take care, Wall!

IGEN-> Beli says, "Seeya, Wall :)"

IGEN-> Walladru says, "Night :)"

"Chopping things? Eh? Is that what you all are up to then? All those nuts
getting chopped up then?" Lanisa asks of Kassima as her gaze shifts and her
grin widens, "Should I have brought a knife?"

"R'sel?" Josilina blinks out of her moony-eyed gaze. "Oh - no! You don't, I
mean, it's sweet, but I don't think he'd take to it. He's not much for
...names like that. In fact, I think - " but the world will never know what
Jos thinks, because she suddenly looks distracted, and then wrinkles her
nose. "Lhiannonth's fussing a bit. I'd best go to her - I'll see you all in
a bit!" she lifts a hand to wave, before scurrying off.

Raykini can't help but burst into laughter, "With a fluffy feather sticking
out from the hat" Ray points out, wiggling a finger in the air and tossing
Beli a teasing look. "But yes, a skirt. I /almost/ made it too, I was going
to. Then decided that people don't really wanna see me in a skirt."

Josilina heads out into the noise of the Living Caverns.

"Chopping, cracking, breaking, smashing," Kassi rapturously lists. "All the
finest things in life. There was a lass making walnut paste--I'm doing
baklava--" It's sat half-finished for awhile now, and the mention reminds
her to get back to it already. She sprinkles nut dust over the top layer.
"There are knives about t'be borrowing. Grab a bowl and make merry, I'm
sure nay anyone will mind. Raykini in a skirt? G'deve, Josilina--" If her
wave's a little distracted, can she be blamed? "I don't know. 'Twould've
been a look. Methinks you should've gone for it, with the biggest feather
you could find. G'deve, Sria, are you going t'chop?"

"Like R'sel would let that one go by," Sria murmurs, and then: "Oh, well,
now I need to make sure she's not off to touch up the pink and teal." -
"Another time, Kassi? Nuts or no nuts, I'm sure we'll have an occasion."
Well isn't that cryptic. Another glance for the remaining Candidates,
lingering on Beli's turban with a bit of a smile, and then she's off.

Sria heads out into the noise of the Living Caverns.

"Pink or teal.... You know I don't know who has it tougher, the sister or
the weyrmate..." Lanisa murmurs around a grin before turning back to Kassi,
"It all sounds very industrious, really. And rather satisfying, really."

IGEN-> Raykini says, "I think I'm going to pop off, it's getting hard for
me to focus."

IGEN-> Lanisa wavers, "Night." :)

IGEN-> Raykini won't be around tomorrow, but I'll be on Sunday for the
hatching. See you then!

IGEN-> Josilina's joining the exodus; it's late here. Take care, Igen!
Thanks to all who showed up, it was lots of fun. :)

Raykini turns his head as he's called to crush a few nuts and busies
himself with the task. He'll be over here, if you need him, yes.

IGEN-> Kassima waffles to all the departing. :)

"A feather!" Beli exclaims, jubilant. "That's brilliant, Raykini. Though I
do like your vest. Perhaps a combination of the lot." Something of an
explanation is given to Kassima in that, "We thought skirts a bit easier to
make, but then Ray can do pants, too, so there wasn't the need." Only the
desire.

Kassima decides, "The sister. R'sel knew about it when he fell in love,
presumably, so he might even like the pink and teal," even if the thought
requires a pause and a shake of the head. "Nay choice for Sria since you
don't pick your family. 'Tis--I'm going t'be thanking Benden when I see
Kris next, for all that I'm thinking an evening of nut-chopping fun for his
mother wasn't the Hold's main motive in the bargain." Surely she jests.
Vest, skirt, feathered hat: Kassi approves of this combination, grinning at
the mental picture. "But he could've put feathers on a skirt," she says.
"Had 'em peek out from the hem or something. Harder t'do that with pants."

"You have a point," Lani muses and then starts to drift farther into the
room, looking at the progress of this or that, "What I really want to know
id how you all got the bakers to give you free rein and the like. Though
aye, you certainly should pass that along to Kris. He could use news like
that to enliven his days I would expect." Poor man.

Beli busies herself with the abandoned nut project, which is actually
possibly someone else's project. It's there, anyway. She nods to Kassima,
"That would have been quite nice, too, but really I don't think Raykini was
quite up for it. Even the skirt part, alone."

"Don't give me the credit. This is all Josilina's show," Kassi says,
indicating the room and the purple around them with her brush. "And as
punishment for dyeing things go, 'tis the best I've ever witnessed. I don't
only say that because it gives me a chance t'cook." Finally she's to the
top layer, and she switches knives to one with a razor-edged gleam to slice
the pastry. Off to the oven it and she go. "'Tis the purple 'twill tell him
about to enliven him," she says when she returns. "I wish I'd been a
Candidate. Except I don't, because when 'twas that age I'd nay have been so
delighted by the thought of this. If'n they'd Search me now--nay every man
goes in for skirts," she agrees, not without regret, "but it sounded like
the idea amused him. Did you think? A pity he didn't at least do the hat."

"Wasn't she all but banned from kitchens at one point though. Not here I
know, but I know da mentioned it somewhere along the line..." An amused
sort of shrug and Lani snitches up a nut left unattended, an impromptu
snack, "It's certainly an inventive punishment. I rather like the idea
myself, at if some of the creations turn out tasty."

Beli's would-be project is reclaimed by its maker before the turbaned one
can do too much distracted damage, and with lack of other industry, she
begins petting the stole, which has slipped heavily to one side, and whose
sewn-on stones are looking a touch worse for the wear. "Amused, yes."
Curious: "When you were a Candidate, you wouldn't have liked the purple, or
the nuts?" - "At High Reaches," Beli adds to Lanisa's kitchen query, and
then, catching herself, "I think."

Kassima blinks. "Josilina was? I've forgotten this story if'n I've ever
heard it. What did she do?" she asks Beli as much as Lanisa, swiveling
around to split a glance between them. "The nuts would've been fine. I
cooked a'fore I left home, and I've always liked chopping. Purple clothes
would've been fine, but making, and punishment, and embarrassment?
'Twould've embarrassed me then, even if'n the dye thing hadn't been
m'fault. I'm more inclined t'be odd and enjoy it now." Leaning to steal a
nut from Lani's stockpile probably doesn't count, but odds are she enjoys
that too.

"I know some of my group would have gotten kick out of it. I suppose it'd
have been a last straw with K'ran over M'tri though," Lanisa's sigh is
resigned for fun not had and then, "Reaches, aye. I think it had something
to do with her cooking, but it's been ages ago since Da said..." As for nut
thieves? She mimes a swat after retreating fingers that was clearly
designed to miss.

Beli glances around, and deciding she can safely discuss her relatives,
says, "I don't know what she did, actually, it's been since I was little.
She isn't very good at cooking," she says diplomatically, and sends a look
towards Lanisa, somewhat questioning. Word spreads, apparently. She
considers Kassima's answer, mulling it over. "Not everyone in the barracks
was too pleased, but as it was our fault." She shrugs a bit. Embarrassment,
perhaps, is less a familiar concept to some.

Kassima makes a face at the name of the former Weyrleader. "Probably.
Regardless of whether Trii had aught t'do with it. I don't recall--it seems
t'me I've heard something about her cooking, mayhaps even from her, but I
don't remember it clearly," the greenrider admits, a bit distracted by the
need to hunt down and measure the proper ingredients for her
baklava-topper. "Mayhaps 'twas Sria. The dyeing thing--" She cocks an
eyebrow at Beli. "A'course they'd say it, but it did sound like mostly an
accident. Was it?"

"Da's dragon won one of her flights, the first one I think...I was probably
just a bit younger than you are now..." Lanisa offers by way of supplying
her source when she catches Beli's look her way, then falls back into
nibbling on a nut or two as she listens to the rest.

"She put fish oil in hot cider once," Beli says, by way of example, though
it sounds like a retelling of an old report. Then she nods to Lanisa,
understanding now. To Kassima, "The purple dye? It was, as far as I saw.
With maybe an occasional deliberate streak here or there - on arms, not
on... everything."

"It's been that long?" The thought disturbs Kassima enough that she must
steal another nut to keep her strength up. Before she can eat it, Beli puts
the words 'fish oil' and 'hot cider' together in a sentence. Carefully, she
sets it back down. "That," she says. "Is *vile*. Why did she do it?" As if
there could be reason for that. "I guess 'tis still your fault in a sense,
then, but intention matters. Methinks the punishment suits the deed."

Beli thinks a moment. "I believe she had a good reason." 'Good' perhaps
being relative. Kassima's last makes her sort of duck her head, pleased,
but her 'thank you' is barely audible. Recovering, she manages, "I think it
was more punishment for those who don't like purple, particularly. Oh -
that reminds me - I need to get my purple scarf back. If you'll excuse me,
riders." And she takes her purple turban and her purple fur and purples
herself out.

"Fish oil?" Lani's nose promptly wrinkles for that and then she shakes her
head, "If that's just an example I can see why." She winks then, while
palming a few more nuts, miming another thwap at Kassima and then working
her way back towards the door, "I think I'm going to see if they have any
cookies out there, chase that thought away..." - "See ya both, eh?"

Kassima snorts her amusement softly. "So someone blamed Raykini for all
this?" She teases the absent man; there's no malice in it. Any more than in
the raspberry she blows Lanisa. "G'night, g'night," she bids them both.
"May you dream nay of fish-oily purple turbans dancing in the night."