Log file from Sissi.

21/04/01 21:48:26

[What happened after Klimth won Naevyth's flight.]

This room, protected by a large curved corridor, provides a resting place for an injured dragon and rider. Like all the other weyrs in the infirmary, this weyr follows a sterile and spartan style, and a faint smell of numbweed as well as other medicinal herbs pervades the air. Towards the rear of the weyr, away from its unevenly arched stone entrance, a stone couch is indented for that unfortunate dragon that has taken injury or ill; not so far away is a cot for that worried and anxious rider. It is sparsely decorated, as most of its inhabitants never bother to furnish it too completely--they all hope for a short stay.

Thick curtains close off the dragon-sized exit to the bowl, as well as the smaller one to the infirmary, and generally keep things windfree and secure.

Sissi stirs, stretches, mutters something about spinners and baths, and then rolls over. Which leads to a disgruntled, semi-awake, "Ow!" As elbow meets stone floor.

A complaint is produced from somewhere within the snug fit of Shendti's arm about her face, and then she lifts a tousled head to peek at Sissi. Then: "Oh bugger."

Sissi sits up fast, dislodging the blanket wrapped about them - wherever that came from, and a small shriek is given as cold air invades. "Miss something?" she inquires, blearily, of Shendti, reality only just beginning to flood back.

Shendti flops her head back onto her arm, only now gathering her wits - and with that comes another muttered complaint as she rolls over on limbs stiff from lying on the floor, among other things. "Ow."

Sissi rubs her eyes, blinks a little more, rolls her eyes from side to side and mumbles, "My back /hurts/." She pulls the blanket up her torso again, and casts a glance back at Shendti. "Uh. Hmm." It's been a while since /this/ happened.

"All of me hurts." Shendti mutters, doing the denial thing. She's not lying naked on a cold floor with Sissi, uh uh.

Sissi curls up again, instinctively trying to get as much blanket around her as possible. "I must have had some wine," she mutters, "I must have. And I bet someone went and ran off with it too." A thought strikes. "/Baths/." Without the spinners, this time.

Shendti tugs on the blanket a bit, huddling under it and muttering again to herself again. Then - "Wine? I need wine. Wine would be /very/ good." She does a quick nod against her pillowing arm, and thinks.

Sissi comes along, part and parcel of the blanket, unwilling to relinquish any more. "It's out there," she manages, eventually, not seeing it anywhere within arms reach.

Well, Shendti doesn't plan on releasing the blanket either, so she'll cope with Sissi too. "Where?" Maybe they can move it by telekinesis.

"I did bring some," Sissi mumbles. "But B'ham probably stole it. He /would/," she adds, snootily. "It was for after." Sissi's plans for after usually preclude the possibility of winning. And just because Klimth did, she doesn't see why she should forgo them. "Can you see a skin? It's far too far to go to the Living Cavern, right now."

Shendti rolls over, happy for the excuse to draw more blanket over herself, and glances about. "Uh. No." She answers after a second, looping her hair back out the way and eyeing, for the moment, the possibilities of getting good and drunk.

Sissi grumbles - first having lost the wine, it looks like the blanket is going too - and flops back onto her back, forgetting for a moment where she is. She remembers sharpish. "Eiauuu!"

Shendti sits up, taking the blanket - clasped protectively over her - with her, for the moment. "We didn't...didn't, do anything. Did we?"

Sissi does not follow the blanket, head turned instead the the place Shendti has just vacated. "No. Those aren't my trous you were using as a pillow, neither."

That just provokes Shendti's slow slumping back to the ground, where she pushes away the suspect pillow quickly. "Great. Just great...Oh well; B'ham could've caught." Or worse: S'mug.

"Oh, he's not all that bad in bed, actually," Sissi shares, finding something to say at least. "Although - post-flight maybe wasn't so much - hmm, never mind. You're not sleeping on any wine, are you?" She perks up, hopefully.

Shendti rolls again, taking the blanket with her, so that Sissi can check, with her eyes modestly shut. Shendti says, "And B'ham, in bed? With a woman? I don't even want to think about it."

Sissi loses the blanket, and finds they're both lying on clothes. And, lookingdown, "Aha! Wondered what that footrest was!" She makes a grab for the wine, a secondary grab to get some of the blanket back, and shrugs. "I expect I was drunk. It doesn't take me much." And with that, she takes a good swig of wine straight from the skin, before offering it over to Shendti. "Here."

Shendti grabs the wine from Sissi with a grateful look, then takes as deep a draught as humanly possible, wiping a trickle from her chin as she passes it back to Sissi. "Nice. What vintage?"

Sissi shrugs again, the mysteries of wine being exactly that to her. "Dunno. Local, though, so it's cheap." She takes another swig. "Warming, too."

"And so pleasant for blurriness." Shendti says agreeably, curling her legs modestly up under the blanket, which she now shares between herself and Sissi again whilst waiting for her next swig.

"Mm-hmm," Sissi agrees, through her next swig, shuffling over to get enough blanket back again. "Though I think somewhere warmer would be a better place to pass out again."

Shendti tugs what looks suspiciously like her dress over, and pillows it enough to rest her stomach on as she reaches for the wine. "And softer."

"That's my place right out then," Sissi says, amenably. "Though at least I've got a pool to soak in. Is that your button?" She points.

Shendti follows Sissi's finger with her eyes, then shakes her head, sending tousled hair shifting. "Nope...Least, I don't think so." She wrinkles her nose at it. "I didn't have buttons."

"Must be one of mine then," Sissi says cheerfully, picking it up, and then realising she has nowhere to put it. She takes another swig of wine while she thinks about that one. "Hmm."

Shendti reaches for the 'skin, since Sissi doesn't seem to be about to relinquish it, and examines her own clothing for any signs of damage. "My dress is all wrinkled." She volunteers after a moment.

Sissi gives the skin up without too much of a struggle, and peers, "And?" she says, finally. Sissi's attire is nearly always crumpled. Hands free, she tugs at her blouse, and throws it over her shoulders. "I think that's better."

Shendti takes three successive gulps of wine, then sets it down with exaggerated care to pull her own dress over her head, standing - none too steadily - to smooth it over her hips. She takes a moment for another swig of the wine, then hunts around for her sandals with a thoughtful glance to Sissi. "Yeah, it does look a bit..." Tidier? Modest-er?

Sissi reaches back for her trous, as well. "Now where's that dress? - Don't go and leave me without the wine, will you?"

Shendti makes sure to plug the skin before she lobs it casually towards Sissi, "Somewhere over there, I believe?" She gestures vaguely towards the corner, glancing futilely for something to verify her changed appearance.

Sissi raises an eyebrow, fails to catch the skin, but, thanks to Shen's foresight, doesn't suffer, and trails over to said corner. "Goodness, so it is." And then that goes on as well. Back to front, but it's not too noticeable. "I think," she says, eventually, the wine beginning to kick in now, "I /really/ need a bath."

Shendti locates one sandal, and gives up on the other as gone. "I think I really need a long nap in something soft, and then a massage from one of the healers...and then a bath." A meal fits in there somewhere as well, probably, and she ventures cautiously, "I guess I'll see you in the living cavern sometime." She scrunches her nose. "But not for fish." They don't hug, right?

Sissi grins at Shen. "Don't worry. Everyone'll know." Pausing before she walks out she adds, offhandedly, "But probably, they won't care. Not unless they had marks riding on it. - Unless you care?"

Shendti reflects on that on her way to the Bowl, pausing to grab a blanket to wrap around her shoulders and answer, "Not really. It was..." She grins impishly over her shoulder, "Nice." And then she makes the dash for Naevyth, hoping that no one else is about.