18/03/01

Logfile from Sissi

[Deep discussion about the responsibilites of irresponsibility.]

Uneven and scarred, the hard stone of the Weyr extends out into the bowl in the form of a ledge, much abused by a previous occupant. Deep claw marks have been raked into the stone's surface, providing a rather unattractive scene. Still, the scars act as traction for anyone who seeks to land, and do not reach the far right side of the ledge, which is in perfect position to catch the late morning sun. Fortunately, the entrance to the weyr itself is of a smooth cut, and wide enough to accommodate all but the largest of dragons.

It is a winter evening. Bitter gusts wrack the snowy skies.

Saironth

Incised from indigo-toned obsidian into an arrogant monolith, subtle shades of magenta and mulberry marble the dark dark hide until it is shot through with iridescence. His form portrays some slightness, an illusion created by a lean and compact build. Limbs, neck and tail proportions are well matched to a sinewy body, kept so by magnificent wings that sweep back from husky shoulders in an incandescent mantle. Spars are lined with zaffre, cobalt crazing velvet sails until they fray into glittering amethyst sparks.

Saironth is 4 Turns, 10 months, and 7 days old.

Kr'lin lowers himself to the ground, no fancy pantsy dismounts for him, much to the chagrin of Saironth.

Kr'lin quickly dismounts and then runs over to the edge of the ledge and.. well... Lets just say Sissi finds out what Kr'lin had for dinner. A hand wipes at his mouth, followed by, "Bloody hell... Haven't done that in awhile... Wasn't really expecting it to be such a bumpy ride upon re-entry." How's that for a greeting?

Sissi dashes out from the insides of the Weyr just in time to watch Kr'lin decorating parts of her ledge, opens her mouth, shuts it again, then says, "Er. Yes." Then she pulls herself together. "Well. It is /rather/ windy." She brushes tousled hair out of her eyes and peers at Kr'lin, half-expectantly.

Kr'lin fires off a smile and then waves, "Wouldn't happen to have something I could rinse my mouth out with? Dinner wasn't nearly as good coming up as was going down." A quick shiver escapes from his body as the blue rider starts to shuffle his feet around, "Why is it that I always come over in the winter? Think I'd learn.." He's talking more to himself than Sissi, just it happens to be audible.

Saironth harrumphs and lowers himself to a laying position on the ledge. His rider sure does know how to ruin a perfectly good entrance. Here, Saironth could have added a few flourishes to his landing, but noooooo, his rider made him go straight in for a landing, then, to top it off, he vomits over the edge of the ledge.. *sigh*

Sissi offers, "Maybe you ate too much?" then beckons, taking a step back. "There's plenty of water inside; and it's warmer, too." Klimth's half-in, half-out, staring interstedly at the small commotion Kr'lin's causing, but Sissi takes little notice, she just scrambles back around him, assuming Kr'lin's going to follow.

Klimth

Blunt of mind and motion he may be, but sheer opulence glitters in every outer facet of this cobalt-spangled dragon, even down to the acute curve of polished talons. That fabulous blue strokes decadence itself along his sleek, svelte bones, all a-flicker with grace notes of iridescent magentas and teals; they deepen into purple at neckridges' peaks and just there, at the tip of his spine where the tail-tip flares. Genteel green gloves the narrow bones of wingspars and distinguishes understated headknobs, but it's a deeper midnight that swirls wild applique along his throat and the hidden shadows beyond.

Klimth is 9 Turns, 7 months, and 23 days old.

Warmth resonates from the bowels of the Weyr within this one dragon's domicile. Close to the source of the heat that warms the Hatching Sands, the bubbling trickle of water that springs from the floor is forever warmed and ready for use. An ongoing amateur build-up of rocks and stones guide the small stream down to a depression against the side wall, there to collect into a large, round, deepening pool. The tinkling of the water echoes in the cavern, which expands beyond the proportions of the entrance into an acoustically perfect dome, although sounds are muffled by the large deposits of Istan black sand someone once went to great lengths to procure; sand which now provides for a comfortable dragon's couch. Obviously once part of a nesting plan, one corner of the living space comes complete with egg shards of various size and shape, now piled up higgledy-piggledy to be forgotten. Two string lines are stretched across the wall above - one supports drying clothes, the other has pegged to it various hides or wood-pulp paper, with drawings of dragons, people and farms depicted by several meticulous childish hands. That aside, there's little trace of human inhabitation - the odd sheet and blanket strewn on the sand suggests that the rider still curls up with her dragon at nights.

Sissi manages, hopefully not too obviously, to walk over and thus destroy a few sand weyrs built in the sand by the side of the stream, stooping down, pulling at a mug and filling it up with the bubbling water, "Warm water, too," she offers it to Kr'lin, with a grin, opining, "It's Good For You."

Kr'lin follows, of course, like he's going to stand out on the ledge freezing his ass off all alone. Upon entry, he starts to look around for the aforementioned water... Nothing worse than the taste of vomit, "Sorry about the ledge..." Then he notes the new knot, "You can have one of the weyrlings clean it up." A chuckle.

Sissi first shrugs, then rolls her eyes, "The snow'll wash it away soon enough, I expect - and /this/ place at least is Weyrling free." She's quite definite about that last part.

Kr'lin has to chuckle, yet again, as he accepts the offered mug of water, "Fiora's the same way, really... Soon as she could, she escaped the weyrlings and disappeared into her weyr." Not that Kr'lin would know, he has successfully dodged the responsibility of leadership so far. Then the swishing of water begins, first one side, then the other, a quick poking of the head outside the weyr to spit the contents, then back into the weyr, "Thanks. Needed that."

Sissi shrugs, "Wasn't my idea. Jules /made/ me." As to the water, she just indicates the stream. "Help yourself, if you want some more." She sits herself down on one of the larger rocks, over by the pool. "Feel free to throw up over my ledge any time, you know. Why else have a ledge, if not to be sick over it?"

Kr'lin just shakes his head and laughs, "Sure.. Next time I feel the urge, I'll pop on over to Fort and redecorate your ledge again." Being the joining type, well, okay, the lazy type, Kr'lin joins Sissi by the pool, "I still want to know how females end up getting the weyrs with the pools in them..." He hasn't seen one in a weyr occupied by a male yet.. But then, he hasn't been in that many either. "How can someone /make/ you become a weyrlingmaster?"

Sissi nods, deadpan, at Kr'lin. "I can't wait, believe me." She reaches behind her and swishes a hand in the water. "Actually, Klimth and I did quite a bit of work on this one," she admits; admitting to work is hard enough, "It's a lot better now." And then she can't help scowl, mostly to do with Weyrlings. "Jules said if I didn't AWLM she'd do her best to demote me back to Weyrling status, and /that/ was by far the worst option. She said it'd be good for me." Whether the Weyrlings concur, of course, is another matter.

Kr'lin wiggles his eyebrows a few times, "I don't think they can demote you back to Weyrling." . o O ( Sucker ) "Otherwise, I'd have been one a long time ago..." Kr'lin isn't the most diligent of riders, shirking on his patrols, disappearing for days at a time without notice, etc, "Well, it looks nice." The stream and pool.

Sissi smiles, more than a little self-consciously, "Oh, it's mostly because Klimth started collecting rocks, so we had to think of something to do with them all, and this was the easiest thing, really." As for Weyrlings, "I wouldn't take any notice of them if they did try to demote me, but, well, Zephre was bearing down on me so it just seemed like the easiest option." Pregnant pause. "At the time."

Kr'lin tsktsks and returns to shaking his head side to side, in shame, really, "Well, obviously they were able to hold some sway over you..." He leans forwards and twiddles the knot a few times, "They got you to put this on." . o O ( Sucker ) "Heck, I lived with the Weyrlingmaster and I was still able to deftly avoid becoming her Assistant."

"Well," Sissi points out, looking quite hopeful that the knot might fall off in Kr'lin's hand (it's hardly securely fastened) "It has some advantages. First, I'm more or less an extra, which means there's not too much to do. Second, actually a lot of the time I have to do is watch, and third, it's quite easy to encourage them to be disobedient." She's finally discovered: easier to be a corrupting influence from an inside position.

The knot, of course, remains firmly fastened to Sissi, Kr'lin was extra careful not to make it fall off. An accusing finger is pointed at the fellow blue rider, "Hey, you are not supposed to encourage them to be disobedient..." An accusing glare is added now, for added affect, "I'm going to tell on you." He even begins to stand up, as if he is preparing to head out and find someone at this very moment.

Sissi sticks a foot out in a purposeful attempt to trip Kr'lin up, if he does get all the way to his feet. "You'll hardly be telling anyone anything they don't already know," she points out, almost proud of that fact. Or maybe that's just resigned.

Kr'lin hmphs at that comment.. His little bit of enjoyment dashed. The extended foot is ignored, or rather, left unused, as Kr'lin stops his rising motion, and makes it into a sitting one, "Well, heck, you'd think they would be getting rid of you then..." Or, maybe, that is the plan, "Really, hard to teach the weyrlings if they are being disobedient." Kr'lin knows all about disobedient weyrlings.. Having been one himself..

Sissi was disobedient /and/ inept, and, to be honest, has not really progressed much. "Oh no," she assures, "Jules thinks it's going to reform me." Another sigh for that, as she retreats into her earlier sitting position, ankles crossed. "Jules gets some /really/ strange ideas sometimes."

Kr'lin sighs heavily, "Why do they keep trying to change us?" They being the responsible people, the us being the unresponsible people, "I mean, really.. We don't bother them, why do they have to keep bothering us? Hmm? I want to know."

Sissi just shrugs, "Because they're annoying." It seems simple enough to her. She sticks her bottom lip out and blows bits of her fringe up out of her eyes. Of course they only flop down a few seconds later. "That's why."

Kr'lin sighs, yet again, and shakes a defiant fist at the sky, through the volcano wall, of course, "Well, they still need to stop doing it.. The bastards." Children borne out of wedlock, that is, "I tell you what, I say you keep being an Assistant Weyrlingmaster, just so you can convert more to our side. That'll show 'em."

Sissi looks amused at Kr'lin's passion for the Cause. "D'you think it's responsible to convert people to unresponsibility, though?" she wonders.

Kr'lin looks at Sissi in aghast, "Of course it is. Very easy as a matter of fact, especially if you get them while they are weak.. Such as right after Impression..." Perfect timing, really, "You just have to encourage them to back talk the Weyrlingmaster... Don't punish them when they don't muck out their couches..."

"But if it's /responsible/" Sissi points out, "Then I can't do it, because I'm irresponsible, and I can't go round being responsible; it wouldn't work. I'd just have to be so irresponsible round them they'd realise it's the right way to go." Short pause. "And anyway I never bother giving out punishments, what's the point? After I've thought up somthing, then I have to make sure they do it, in the end it's more of a punishment for /me/."

Kr'lin waves his hand, "That's the beauty of it. You teach them how to be irresponsible by being irresponsible yourself..." Yeah.. Like she said, "They'll see it is much easier to be a slacker than it is to be diligent about your duties.. Although, it does help if there is an overachiever in the group... You can have them do the others' chores.."

Sissi is streets ahead of Kr'lin here; maybe it's the extra experience. "That's called a Goldrider," she identifies instantly. "And /I/ wouldn't get them to do the other's chores. That's for the other Weyrlings to do." To be fair, the only reason Sissi is lasting is because Jules likes her, and her Wingleader is more than happy not to have her back.

Kr'lin ahas and hadn't thought of that.. Boy, she really is quite a bit ahead of him, "Good point there, but really, it does have to be you that gets her to do the others' chores.. The other weyrlings won't be irresponsible yet.. Heck, you don't have to do any real work yourself, really, just drop a subtle hint here and there.. It usually works." It pays to have 'friends' in high places, apparently.

Sissi grins, impishly. "I get Klimth to help, that's even easier," she decides, tucking her feet up under her to sit cross-legged, an act that involves her nearly overbalancing into the pool. "Some of them are quite promising actually."

Kr'lin could take advantage of her nearly overbalancing and make her fall into the pool.. But, that would be too much work... Actually, he makes a sudden move forward, for a moment, just enough to make the facade of doing something. Instead of actually doing any pushing, he makes it into a reach for his mug, yes, water, good, "That's good to hear, but only some? Shameful..."

Sissi puts her hands down to the rock, extra stabilising forces. "Some of them are beyond helping, already," she points out. "Sides, it can't /all/ be taught, and some of those idiots need to go and keep the Responsible Ones happy." So pragmatic.

Kr'lin is shocked, again, "Too far gone? Such a waste.. Perfectly good weyrlings wasted to the side of responsibility... It always chokes me up to see them go down the side of darkness." He even sniffles a few times.

Sissi shrugs, good and deep. "Someone's got to do it." She does have the grace to add, "I think. I can't save /all/ of them, there's only one of me." This is not strictly true, but other Weyrlingmasters have their own agendas, which Sissi can't be bothered to fathom out.

Kr'lin nods in agreeance, "True, true... But you are a good start... Get the ones you can down the right path and have them spread the mantel of irresponsibility. Get them to start shirking on sweeps, hanging out in the living cavern at all times of the day... Perhaps they will be able to convert some of the Weyrfolk.. As well as a few of the riders that are teetering on the edge."

Sissi looks smugly at Kr'lin, "Oh, don't worry. It's all reasonably out of control, just the way it needs to be." That is, just enough for them to make sure they can get away with it all without being noticed. "Unless you were here to come and help spread chaos." A thought occurs, "Hey - why /are/ you here? Apart from to be sick, of course."

Kr'lin points a finger and laughs, "Hey, is that an offer?" He sees how it is, trying to get him to come over to Fort.. Yeah, that's it... As for the why he came over, "Well... I came over to see you, of course." As if that wasn't obvious. Him being here, the only person he really knows at Fort being Sissi.

Sissi looks nonchalant, "Well, if you're offering, then it might be." Many hands make light work, so it's said. " And, oh, so, what do you want, anyway?" After all, people don't generally turn up to see Sissi and not want her to do something. Although at least she can be fairly sure Kr'lin's not going to ask her to reform, which is the usual reason.

Kr'lin gives Sissi an odd look, "I still have some attachments at Ista.. I'll need something worthwhile to come over here for..." A dramatic pause, to allow for some thought on both of their parts, well, atleast on his.. He has to think up a reason as to why he came over.. Then it hits him, "Why do I have to want something? I could have come over just for the conversation."

Sissi give Kr'lin an even stranger look. "So, you want something worthwhile to come here for - /and/ -" Her tone rises to slightly incredulous, also: "conversation?" It might be a small leap on her part to lump both parts together, but, "That's quite a lot, you know."

Kr'lin continues eyeing Sissi, giving her the 'Well, duh' look, "I'm sorry, but your conversation just isn't enough for me to want to live here. I have other needs you know.." Speaking of needs.. A rather obvious growling is heard coming from his stomach...

Sissi would have been more surprised if it had been, "So've I," she points out, pointedly ignoring the conversation his stomach is apparently trying to start. "And it /is/ the middle of the night."

Kr'lin's stomach does not like to be ignored, so it grumbles a little bit more this time. Not that Kr'lin is phased by it, he's used to it grumbling at him, does it all the time, "Middle of the night? Bah. How are you supposed to be irresponsible if you don't sleep in?"

"Sleeping in," Sissi points out, quick as a flash, "Has got nothing to do with the hour at which you go to bed."

Kr'lin wags a finger, "It sure as heck does. You have to set the entire thing up. What happens if a person comes in and wakes you up? You have to be able to tell them, without pausing and while you are half asleep, that they should bugger off because you were up late the night before."

Sissi swats at said finger. "Don't be silly. That's a standard excuse, and doesn't require any rehersal. Anyone should be able to manage that, even if they've been in bed for a week straight! They have to go away to find out, and half the time they can't prove that you weren't, can they?"

Kr'lin nods quickly, "They sure can find out when you went to bed.. Talk to your dragon. I don't know about yours, but Saironth is more than willing to let it slip that I've been in bed since noon of the prior day." Such a shame having a dragon such as that, great pity, really.

"But Klimth always tells them I /need/ to be in bed. And sometimes, I stay in bed so long he forgets when I did actually go to bed." Which is handy. "Klimth likes secrets, anyway. He just tends to forget about them rather quickly. So unless anyone asks directly, and, you know, they really don't, not that often."

Kr'lin hmms in thought, "Must be different over here then.. Saironth is always getting asked why I'm still in bed... Usually right after I miss dawn sweeps..." That might have something to do with it, "You would think they would stop giving those to me.. I almost always miss them..."

Sissi doesn't have any sweeps at the moment, and so doesn't get asked, and with her memory being almost as holey as a dragon's, has probably forgotten. "Dawn sweeps are only good when you do them before you go to bed, rather than after." She struggles to remember other strategies. "Or you need keen, horrifically responsible people who will swap with you. Or even better, ones who you can just con into doing them for you."

Kr'lin nods in agreement as Sissi brings up all, very good, points, "Although, I do have one benefit at Ista.. If I do get assigned dawn sweeps, I can just take off at dawn, make it look like I've gone out, but then, land on a beach and sleep the morning away."

Sissi dredges up from her memory, "Klimth and Emiliath just used to both hide in the Weyrs or we'd just go home to Ruatha and sleep there - then F'loege or me'd just file some nice ficticious reports, and no problems, usually."

Kr'lin sighs and nods, "I don't have anyone that is willing to shirk duties with me.. I'm surrounded by responsible people at Ista.. it's horrible.. You'd think with all of the sunny weather it would have a larger portion of irresponsible people, but no.. That is not the case.."

Sissi pulls a face, and even manages to make a sympathetic noise or two. "How can you live with that? That's horrible!" Then she adds, "Sounds like a good enough reason to come to Fort, if you were looking for one."

Kr'lin waves a hand, "I don't know.. The sex is pretty good at Ista.. I think it has something to do with the hot weather..." Although, that is just his guess.. He wouldn't know though..

"You can travel for sex though." Sissi ends up stifling a yawn. "Sweeps, though, come with the place you're in. Although sometimes you can arrange it so you get the two together; that'd be the hot weather though, at least it is at Boll."

Kr'lin shrugs that the travel for sex part, "I don't know.. Why travel when it is readily available where you are?" Kr'lin is rather inobservant, and doesn't notice the yawns.. He's a little too busy listening to the period grumbling of his earlier emptied stomach.

"Then what are you doing /here/?" Sissi can't help but wonder, adding, quite firmly this time, although maybe it's a reaction against all that stomach rumbling of Kr'lin's. "I'm going to bed though, you can do whatever you want!"

Kr'lin thought he had covered that earlier, "I came for conversation? And to see how the other half lived?" The half that lives in the cold and freezes important body parts off... Then she heads for bed, "Well, in that case, I'll be off then.. Maybe stop by the living cavern and get something to eat before I do though.." With that, he waves and starts to head out, "Night."

Kr'lin goes out.

Klimth> Kr'lin has arrived.

Klimth> Kr'lin gahs at the sudden burst of cold error, "Bloody hell.. That's another reason why I'm not going to move to Fort... Why can't Fort have warm weather?"

Klimth> Kr'lin swings up to Saironth's neck, settling between two neckridges.

Klimth> Saironth goes Up.