Zidon continues to sniffle into the shoulder under his face, though obviously reassured as he no longer apologizes for whatever reason. "I'm cold," he states in a small voice, practically climbing into Arc's lap.

Zidon (#17149)

male Gar Asst. Headman

Long strands of hair fall in errant strands over this young man's face, the color a darker brown than before, but the auburn refused to leave and is now showing in reddish highlights. Eyes, always half-covered behind the locks, usually gleam with humor and mischief, bright hazel orbs dusted with emerald flecks always alert and alive with curiosity. Well-tanned skin stretches over smooth, lean muscles, a sprinkle of freckles occasionally appearing around nose and cheeks. Although a bit on the short side, and rather lean, there isn't anything noticeable about this young man's body, except from a few small scars one might notice when his arms are bare.

A simple attire consisting of nondescript dark pants, probably made of wherhide, and a simple, brown tunic is worn casually. Keeping the cloth in place is a dark green belt, wound around narrow hips. Sturdy, practical shoes cover the feet, their noses bleached lighter from Turns of usage.

Forest Green and Royal Blue twist on Zi's shoulder, in a double corded, single looped knot with a long tail and a tassle, denoting him as Assistant Headman of Gar Hold.

IC Age: 22 Turns, 4 months, and 9 days

"You wanna go inside?" Archellian asks concerned, gentle fingertips reaching up of their own accord to begin untangling leaves and twigs from Zidon's hair. "Outside does tend to be cold sometimes," he rambles on.

Archellian (#17346)

male Gar Assistant Steward

A waved mane of sun-kissed fire floats down to slender shoulders. Turquoise eyes sparkle, shifting colour in the light, peering out from underneath long golden lashes. . Razor sharp cheekbones and well-defined golden brows only serve to emphasise his expressive eyes. Small cupids-bow mouth curves as easily upwards as it does down, with his moods. A light dusting of freckles covers the barest snub of a nose; otherwise his skin is as pale as snow and just as apt to sizzle under the suns rays. Delicate features, seem more befitting a girl than the youth of around 18 turns that he appears to be. Short, lithe, muscular yet not unattractively so.

The rather subdued colours of his clothing, only enhance his general prettiness. A loose, pale blue, shirt which flaps around his slender figure, helping emphasise the vivid colour of his eyes and a pair of plain black trousers, practical in everywhere.

IC Age: 22 Turns, 9 months, and 19 days

"Yeah...." Zidon finally agrees, but doesn't make any move to get up or anything. "I'm cold," he repeats, just in case Arc forgot it during the 10 seconds that passed since he last said it.

"Come on, we'll get you inside then, okay," Archellian murmurs shifting slightly from where he is, but making no other move to go. "I'd offer you my shirt only then I'd probably end up being cold too. "Or you could always try drinking the klah to heat you up, it should still be warm."

Halic slinks silently in from the Crystal Bridge.

"Ok," Zidon answers timidly, using Arc for support as he scrambles to stand on wobbly legs. "No-no-no, I don't want any klah," he states, swaying back and forth. "Just want to go inside...."

Archellian wraps a steadying arm around Zi's waist, one last look at the basket, knowing he wont be able to take both back to the hold, he just leaves it lying there, planning on returning later. "Okay we get you inside then," he murmurs softly.

Halic steps quietly over, peering curiously at Zidon's wavering legs. "Hullo, is there anything I might help with?" he asks, sliding closer.

"Ok," Zidon echoes, clinging to Arc's shoulders as his eyelids threaten to slide shut and his leg seem to be even more wobbly. Shardin' wine... "Whossat?" he demands to know, trying to focus on Halic's face.

Archellian blinks at Halic, "shards" he mutters as someone sneaks up on them. Do, do, his mind races really hoping word of this wont get out. "There's a basket there," slight nod given to a basket and the mugs of full klah sitting beside it. "Maybe if you go pack everything into it and take it back to the hold," hopefully busy with the task Halic wont ask any questions. "It's just a person Zi," he tries to reassure, "no need to worry, come on, let's go back to the hold. No need to worry about him, okay?"

Halic tilts his head, peering querulously into Zidon's bleary face, pokes and prods the older man, reassuring himself that Zidon is all right. Straightening and turning to Arc, Halic asks, "What happened, did he finally find that wine he was looking for? Or was he," a shudder passes over him, "drinking with StarCrafters?"

Zidon stands, or rather hangs on Arc, oblivious to any attention cast towards his person. "I want to go baaack," he half-whines, trying to haul his support with him towards the Hold. "I'm cold...."

Archellian scowls darkly when Halic tries to poke Zidon, "leave him alone," he snaps, no longer in such a good mood, rather defensive now, especially with all those looks they're getting. "And it's none of your business what happened. Take the basket back and drop it off at the kitchens." Tone immediately turning soft and comforting as Zidon begins to speak, "it's okay, come on, we'll get you back," moving along with Zidon, walking off, helping him walk as best as he can.

Halic, letting Arc's scowl slide easily off his back, hooks the basket over one wrist, curling the other arm around Zidon's shoulder's in a supporting, maternal manner.

Zidon *eyes. Maternal? :P

"Ok," Zidon whispers, starting to wander off towards the Hold, not even noticing the extra person suddenly holding him up.

Archellian hisses at Halic as he tries to touch Zidon, "leave him alone," he spits, "I can take care of him. Go away" blunt and to the point, pulling Zi away much as if he were a rag doll. "I'm coping fine. Leave us alone. Go away." Words repeated angrily to Halic. "You'll just confuse him. Go take the basket to the kitchens, now," waves his free arm to dismiss the man.

Somehow though, they manage to get to Zi's room...

Zidon's Room (#1278)

Not overly big, but still with enough room for two persons, this room appears bigger because of its usually bright light. The window is always open, with of course the exception of Threadfall, and the light reaches every corner.

A big cot dominates the room; standing in the center, always having fresh linen and a fair amount of pillows, all in the color of forest green. Besides from that, the only other piece of furniture in the room is a wardrobe standing in one of the corners. Though from the look of all the pieces of clothes scattered across the floor, it isn't being used very often.

It is a spring noon.

Nestled on top of a forest green pillow is Pumbaa.

You see Zi's bag, Zidon's Bunny Slippers, and Keg of Gar Beer here.

Archellian is here.

Obvious exits:

Hall

Halic has arrived.

Wandering in and stripping off his cloak and blouse, Halic addresses himself to the task of warming Zidon, as he slips them around Zi's shivering form. Looking down with concern at Zi, Halic remarks in a light, yet worried tone, "How did you do such a thorough job on yourself?"

"Huh?" Seems fresh air was much better for Zidon's head - at least judging from his hazy gaze. "Who're you?" he slurrs, glaring at Halic. "And waht'm I doin' in your room... I mean, what're you doin' here..."

Archellian sees Halic getting undressed and sees Halic walk into Zi's room and he completely flips, letting go of the man. "GET OUT" he shrieks at the man, fists clenched tightly, 5ft5 of seething anger.

Halic sits down getly, cradling Zi's head in his arms while flashing a quick glance at Arc. "If you can't stay calm, at least stay quiet...Zi looks like he needs some rest, which he certainly won't get with your screeching," Halic exclaims firmly, jaw sliding into a firmset line before lapsing into a slight oval of concern.

Hissing with anger, Archellian dives for Halic, with a strength born of sheer rage he grabs the man and drags him off of Zi, half pulling him towards the door, "get out," he yells again, door dragged open, trying to push the man in that direction. "Now."

Zidon just giggles, happily oblivious to all the fighting going on. "Schay, does anyone have a drink?" asks the assistant headman, trying to turn so he can see the two persons by the door.

[SandCand] R'kan pounces. Ziiiiidon! :)

[SandCand] Zidon squeaks. R'kaaaaaan!

[SandCand] Zidon is having people fight over him. *swoon*

[SandCand] R'kan giggles... Oh dear. I see you're meeting my good friend Halic? ;)

[SandCand] Jozelle covers her ears and mumbles. :)

[SandCand] Zidon coughs. "Yep. I'm giving a very bad first-and-second impression... yesterday Zi was looking for some wine, and today he got drunk. And sharding Halic had to walk in on both. Now he thinks I'm a drunken bum :P"

[SandCand] Nevarre giggles. Halic's fuuuuun!

[SandCand] R'kan awwwws... I doubt he cares, but still. ;) *points and giggles* Drunken bum! Drunken bum! ;)

[SandCand] Jozelle chuckles,

[SandCand] Zidon sits on R'kan. Hush. Yeah, he is ;>

Halic matches Arc's enraged muscles with an agility born of patience and persistence, slipping free of Arc's furious grasp and sliding along the wall to where Zidon lies on the bed.

[SandCand] R'kan almost wants to hop on down there and join the fray.... ;)

[SandCand] Zidon oooooohs. Group-s...fighting :P

[SandCand] R'kan: Cannicannicanni? Join y'all, I mean. :)

Alexander has arrived.

[SandCand] Zidon just squeaks. "Archellian will kill you. Hee hee! Sure ;)"

Archellian hisses at Halic yet again, "GET OUT NOW!!!" rage blinding him, he yet again dives for the man, trying to drag the man from the room yet again.

Alexander pokes his head through the door frame into the crowded room. "Hey, hey, guys! Keep it down. The kiddies in the Fosterling Dorms are trying to get their nappy poo," he says sarcastically. He's obviously quite awake.

Alexander (#19395)

male Gar Fosterling

You see a short, dark, and somewhat handsome kid, staring up at you with deep-set eyes of stormy gray. His skin is olive-complexioned, either by birth or by sun, and his wavy russet hair has been neatly trimmed, though bangs fall in front of his face in dark strands. It's nice and fluffy.. and smells like vanilla, just like his overprotective mother, for good reason. Rather on the lean and compact side, the various scrapes and scars testify to the banging up his body has receieved in 9 turns.

He is wearing a white tabbard emblazoned with the stylized silhouette of a rampant firelizard in Gar's forest green. The tabbard is belted at the waist by a thin brown leather belt. Alexander's arms are covered by the short sleeves of a dark blue tunic worn underneath. Baggy blue pants have been tucked into shin high brown wherhide boots turned at the cuff. They seem to have had the same battering as the owner that put them through it.

IC Age: 9 Turns, 10 months, and 5 days

[XxXx] Archellian: BTW I invited Alexander since you invited Halic :-)

"Arc, my head hurts!" Zidon whines, clutching at said bodypart as he curls up on his bed. "Don't yell like that...."

[XxXx] Zidon acks! "And R'kan just invited himself! :P"

R'kan has arrived.

[XxXx] Archellian: WHO? When? WHY?

Delicately extricating himself from Arc's clutching fingers, Halic slips over to rub Zi's head with a tender, maternal touch.

[XxXx] Zidon points. R'kan :P

Alexander raises his brows, rubbing his ears as his head continues to ring long afterwords. "You know, stone echoes," he says reproachingly. "Is that weird guy your brother too?"

[SandCand] Zidon dies! This is turning into something weird :P

Immediate concern crosses Archellians face at Zi's words, he rushes over to Zidon possesive arms flung around the Assistant Headman, nothing maternal about it at all. "Leave us alone," he practically whimpers to Halic. "Please..." pleading tone. "I'm sorry Zi, I'm so sorry," soft soothing words, or at least as soft and soothing as he can manage agitated as he is. "No, he's not my brother," Arc replies to Alexander. "And neither is Zidon."

For all intents and purposes, a young blond girl knocks on Zidon's door before striding in, one arm behind him as he blinks--woah. "Well, isn't this a cabal," he says in his patent gentle soprano, eyeing first Halic, then Zidon, then the rest in turn with quite a bit of dumbfounded interest. "I meant to bring him some hair dye, but I got flowers instead. Sir," he asks Alexander, "do you have anything we could put these in? And what's wrong with Zidon?" Weeeeird.

R'kan (#18068)

male Ista Weyr Firestorm Wingrider

Utterly feminine are the soft blue eyes that dance like wind-tossed cornflowers in a gently rounded face. Curve of jaw and delicate bow of upper lip do nothing to detract from feminine beauty; the golden hair that flows to a jaunty spray of softness caressing the back of neck looks completely girlish, and reasonably pretty. Long lashes and soft eyebrows complete this look, a carefully arranged casualness about all his youthful features summing to unite in a brilliant facade of female nature. A certain lack of musculature lets his creamy complexion show wherever skin is bared, nothing distracting from his purposefully female appearance. Perhaps his lack of height and slim fitness subtract from his masculinity... Or perhaps it is deliberate.

At first glance, the soft suede is simply pettable, attracting eyes and hands alike, whether others or his own. Where hair, flowing limply to neck's base, falls to loose threads, it molds into a powder blue collar, blending like hair to eyes. Beneath the long jacket is a cotton tunic dyed creamy klah, a matching belt wrapping around narrow hips. Same-shade blue pants are the soft leather as well, hugging weyrlinghood muscles with complete and flattering adoration. A simplistic symmetry is there to his ensemble, and as soft tan boots glide up to just below his knee, same-hued gloves hug wrists and graeful fingers, leathers complete with generic helmet and a self-knit scarf of the di-colored outfit.

IC Age: 19 Turns, 7 months, and 23 days

[SandCand] Zidon squeaks! Still pulling the girl stunt? :P

[SandCand] Jozelle peers?

[SandCand] R'kan: Always and forever, Ziddy-chan. ;)

[SandCand] Zidon just dies. Oh. My. God. This is too funny :P

[SandCand] R'kan nodnods... Oh dear. ;)

"T'is ok," Zidon just slurrs, staring at Arc with wonder written all over his face. "Arc? What're you doing here?" Seems that wine really wasn't good for him..... the new persons are eyed then, a finger pointing accusingly towards Alexander and R'kan. "Who're theeey?! Why are they in m'room??"

Alexander nods, enlightened, and notes the entrance of the second girly golden haired man with a flick of his eyes. "What's a cabal?" he asks, tugging at the the flowers gently from the rider with an uplifted hand. "Is it some type of flower or something?" He looks down at the bunch the rider's holding. "Uh.. I don't know. Stick them in your hair or something.. sir. Zidon seems a bit distressed.. shards if I know what's going on. I think he's a bit... tipsy though, if ya gnaaamean."

[SandCand] Zidon sniickers. "Ok, here's the deal: Arc is Zi's ex. Alexander walked in on them fighting once, and Arc said they were brothers, so that's what he thinks now... or thought :P"

Zidon *notes that he already has leaves in his hair. Hee:P

R'kan * notes that he looks like a girl. ;)

Archellian * notes he looks like a girl too :-)

R'kan * sniffles. I'm a better girl than yooou are. ;)

Zidon *notes he doesn't look like a girl,. SO nyah :P

In these places are these people:

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5 - GarHl: Zidon's Room R'kan, Alexander, Archellian, Halic, Zidon

Zidon *dies at 'crowds' - what'll people think! :P

R'kan * wonders why, then, Zidon is the cutest one. ;) Everyone'll want to join the biggest group hug on Pern. ;)

Zidon *uhs.... who's hugging who? :P

Zidon *glimmers. I'm the cutest :D

"They're just nasty people and they're all leaving," Archellian murmurs to Zidon, trying to reassure him, arms still wrapped around the Assistant Headman, clutching him close. Blinks at R'kan, wondering what on Pern is going on and why a girl is bringing Zidon flowers. "Out, all of you," trying to regain some sort of sound of authority and failing miserably since he's trying to not shout at the same time. "This isn't the Happy Harper, get out, now."

Halic draws back to perch on the edge of the bed, satisfied that Archellian will take care of Zidon, yet...something seems wrong. Ah, eureka...nobody's taking care of Arc! Sliding along the edge of the bed, he twines his arms around both Arc and Zidon to calm them both, crooning softly. "Dears, dears...calm..."

R'kan glares at Zidon, placing hands on hips. "It's Karnie, Zidon. Karnie, from Ista. Remember meee?" he asks, adding for his smashed friend's benefit, "Hair dye, Melissa-come-Melsa?" Glancing at Alexander, then giving Archellian a glare, the dragonrider pulls himself up to his full height--not much--and coughs. "Excuse me, sir, but please... Just let me talk to him?" And then: Karnie's weapon... Big puppy eyes appear, Arc begged with at their full power.

"Melsa?" Somehow, that's the only word that penetrates Zidon's fuzzy brains. "Is Melsa here?" Then, after R'kan is eyed suspiciously. "You're not Melsa. Why isn't she Melsa?" he demands of Arc, not realizing that R'kan isn't really a 'she'. Drunken people are easily fooled, you know... "Who're you?" is asked of Halic for the umpteenth time, the assistant headman pouting.

Archellian jabs his elbow into Halics ribs, not wanting any strange guys to touch him, yeah there's a first. "Get out..." he snaps, quite remarkable in that he manages to keep his voice quite at the same time. "And don't touch me. Get away.." Blinks at the strange girl, he's immune to the power of girls and their puppy dog eyes, used to it so often. "He's drunk, he's not very well, why do you need to talk to him and who on Pern are you?" possesive arms wrapping tighter around Zi, angry glares sent at the dragonrider.

R'kan coughs and gives a gentle shake of head. "I'm Karnie... didn't you hear me? I came to visit Zidon, and, surprise surprise, he's dead drunk in a roomful of men." Slipping a bit, he turns to Zidon again. "Karnak, remember? Nanny? Not Melsa... Though I /could/ ask Melsa to visit... She needs to get out more. And hush, you," he says, turning again to Arc. "You're not exactly calming him, and all you're doing is raising the tension in this room. If you really wanted to help him," and at this eyes are sent to those arms of his, "you'd stay calm and not confuse the poor lad." Scold scold scold.

[SandCand] Zidon eyes. You make me sound so slutty! Dead drunk in a roomful of men :P

[SandCand] R'kan laughs. Well, you are. ;)

[SandCand] Zidon: True... but you make it sound baaad ;)

[SandCand] R'kan laughs... It's not. Don't you wish you were aware of your surroundings, though? *flex* ;)

[SandCand] Zidon swoons all over. "Then again, there're two underage people in there.... :P"

[SandCand] R'kan: Halic doesn't stress underagedness, and there are ways to distract people... *smirk* *cough*

"Well if the men would leave then he wouldn't be dead drunk in a room of men, and I'd be able to get back to making him sober," Archellian mutters to R'kan. "And you can leave too, come back later when he's not so drunk. And what do you mean surprise surprise? Zidon doesn't get drunk often," slight lifting of his tone makes this sound more of a question than it should. "Perhaps next time you decide to drop by you could make yourself an appointment," words tripping out after eachother not quite making sense even to his own ears, the desperate need to get everyone out taking over.

Oblivious to the jab from Arc, Halic twists to face Zidon, remarking firmly, "I'm Halic. Zi, you know me well enough...the one who came down to work on a fruitpeel starchart?" Recognising Arc's tense fury, Halic pulls back the hand that encircles Arc, shifting it to lie beneath Zidon's head.

Zidon giggles and squirms to get free of whoever's holding him. "Oh, Karnie! I remember Karnie," he tells Arc, grinning up at all the faces. "Halic.... oh yes, you're Halic!" he informs said person as if he was the only one aware of this fact. "And /you/ were going to dye my hair," he tells R'kan accusingly, pouting at the 'rider.

"Get away from him," Archellian growls lowly at Halic, "stop touching him." Rage beginning to build once again, "go find someone closer to your own age and leave him alone." Anger fading just as fast as Zidon speaks again, "she's your friend?" he asks Zidon about 'Karnie.' "You have beautiful hair, you don't need it dyed and certainly not whilst your drunk." Concerned looks cast to the still assembled crowd, "could you please just leave," trying to plead with them no, desperation clinging to his words. "Please."

[SandCand] Zidon squeakles. "Ooh, you have to dye Zi's hair! I'm so sadistical today ;)"

R'kan wrinkles his nose at Archellian, raising a brow. "I was surprised," he says quietly. "He never got drunk during candidacy." Blink blink. We are a dragonrider. We do not make appointments. We make faces. We spite the system. We ignore Arc's last comment completely. "Aye, I was... And it was going to be /fun/. Ahh well," Karnie sighs, hanging back a bit, before asking a driving question. "And who is this charming lad whose got his arms around you, Zi?"

[SandCand] R'kan laughs! Ooooh, can I? ;)

[SandCand] Zidon: You have to! Then Zi'll never get drunk again :P

[SandCand] R'kan laughs! Awww, poor Zidon. ;)

[SandCand] Zidon: Yeah. Hee hee! He never gets in trouble. It'll do him good :P

[SandCand] R'kan: Awww, but we /like/ Zidon smashed. ;)

"This is Arc," Zidon announces, assuming that's who R'kan is talking about. "I think," he adds - how flattering. "Isn't it?" he asks of Arc, still pouting. "B-but... I /want/ it dyed!" Uh oh. that wine's definitely not good for his health.

"Assistant Steward Archellian," Arc mutters to R'kan in response to the question asked of Zi, a definite wince made at the mention of 'candidacy.' "Zidon doesn't usually get drunk," he continues as if feeling the need to somehow defend the man in his arms. "And you can have your fun some other time, or find someone elses hair to do. I'm sure Halic would be utterly thrilled with the idea." Frown crosses his brow, marring pretty features at Zi's 'I think' "of course I'm Arc," he says softly, "who else would I be? And whatever would you want your hair dyed for? It's such a beautiful shade as it is, you'd ruin it if you dyed it..." gentle fingertips reaching up to free more leaves from the tangles. "Besides you'd look all strange and what if it went wrong?"

R'kan chokes a bit and pulls his hair over a shoulder, running hands down the front of blue leather. "Well met, Assistant Steward Archellian. I'm R'kan, rider of Maraith at Ista. Now that we're established, I believe I'll be goin-... You... want your hair dyed, Zi?" Smiiirk. "Well it just so happens that I have some..." IE, he brought some to torture the poor guy with, not expecting him to want it. "Well I've got orange and black here, and some others... What are Gar's colors?" Oooh, color-coordinating. Very chic, Karnie.

"Green and blue," Zidon happily blurts out, beaming up at R'kan as he displays such an itnerest in Gar Hold. Um. "But I want it dyed!" he persists, trying to struggle out of Arc's grip. "You should have yours dyed too," he babbles on, waving a ahnd at everyone in the room.

Alexander *ah.. idle idle, sorry.

"You're not dying his hair," Archellian murmurs voice largely defeated, shoulders slumping as he continues to look around at all the intruders who refuse to leave, frowning all the more as Zidon pulls away. A sigh escaping his lips, hand raked through golden locks, a nervous habit. "Zidon, you're drunk, if you want your hair dyed when you're sober, fine. Not now though."

Halic frowns, trying to catch up with all the talk of hair-dying, then darts back to a previous topic, flaring for the first time today at Archellian, "What do you mean, find someone closer to my own age?"

R'kan pauses as he glances at Archellian with lightly pursed lips. "Who are you to tell him what he wants or doesn't want? Plus, if he gets his hair dyed now and doesn't want it to be, he'll... well, drinking might not be a favored habit anymore." R'kan's eyes gleam as he pats down his coat for the requested colors. "Oooh, green and blue. Niice... Dark green or lime green? Orbie found the lime for me..." Beam. Purple, too!

Alexander is leaning against a wall, squished behind the two person room now holding three times its capacity. He tugs on the R'kan's flowers again. "Hey, you aren't going to put that anywhere, are you?" he asks rhetorically. "And you guys won't quiet down, will you? I bet them nap-less kidlets are going to get their revenge any time now..." He slides furtive eyes out the door, as if some angry nanny might come on cue. "Hmm... you can die *my* hair any time." He looks up at Halic, disturbed. "You know, *I'm* closer to your age than.. Ass-ist-ant Head-man Zide-on is." He has a hard time pronouncing the title. "How old are you? Do you like boys?"

"Forest green," Zidon corrects, pouting prettily at R'kan. "Arrc, don't be so boring," he giggles, leaning forward to plant a smooch on the assistant steward's lips before getting up, reaching out a hand to clutch on R'kan's shoulder for balance. A wild gaze flickers around, and then: "What's /all/ these people doing in my room??"

Alexander *apologizes for his last comment.. I've been reading too much about ancient Greece.

Zidon *snickers. As if any of /us/ would notice... :P

Halic *shrugs and snickers.

"Exactly what I said," Archellian replies to Halic, not paying the young man much attention, gaze cast upon R'kan. "You're not dying his hair," he repeats again. "He doesn't usually drink, I doubt he intends to continue to do so so just leave him alone. If you want to come back and dye his hair when he's sober fine, but you're not doing it now..." all words stifled as Zi plants a drunken kiss on his lips, posture slumping all the more until he's almost sinking down on the bed.

R'kan * coughs. o/~ I like boys -- boys like me! o/~ (Too much Rent. ;)

Zidon *lurves R'kan ;>

Archellian * last pose I got was Zi's did I miss one? Could you repose?

Archellian *whacks Zidon,

R'kan * You didn't miss anything, Arc. ;)

Archellian * I better not have

Zidon *is getting nfos from all kinds of people........ cackle.

Halic *who was that too?

Alexander *You all are such cutie pies.

Zidon *is a cutie pie. Aww.

Alexander *is a Pi.

Alexander *I keep going on and on.

Zidon *is, um, a cut? ;>

R'kan * basks and smoochies Alexander. Aww, such a /cute/ 3.14159. ;)

Zidon *prefers 7/22 :P

Archellian * would someone please pose? And could you tell everyone Zi, to keep their fingers off of you :-) or else I'll rip them off :-)

Alexander *leans over and plants a sloppy kiss on R'kan... hey, Natch DID say it was planting time..

Zidon *squeaks :P Hey it's not my pose :P

Zidon *spanks Alex. not that kind of planting! :P

Alexander *purrs.

R'kan grins at Zidon as his eyes gleam at Archellian, head tilting curiously at them both. Oooh, smooches. And the two make such a cute couple. Bracing his knees as he suddenly finds himself used as a crutch, he pulls the darker green out and hands the small bottle to the Assistant Headman. "There you go... Yes I am, Archellian dear," he says, relaxing his tone just for Zidon. Awww...

Alexander 's slate grey eyes widen considerably. "Uh....." he drawls out at a loss for words, "Ew. Cooties. Could you do that somewhere private?" Yeah, he knows technically it's *him* who's in a private room, but it's still gross. "I thought Orpheus said only StarCrafteres do that.."

Awww indeed. And Zidon sends R'kan a matchingly mushy look before eyeing the bottle in his hand, obviously puzzled. "Wha's this? And don't talk 'bout Schtarcrafters," he adds in a scolding tone to Alexander. "They're... dimglows." Yeah, right.

Halic, deciding that for the general welfare of all it is better if Arc is not further antagonised, remarks offhandedly, "Speaking of Starcrafters, I need to go see some about that chart...care to come along, R'kan?"

R'kan scritches an earlobe with stray hand, poking the bottle with the other. "Dye, so we can make your hair pretty colors," he coaxes, smiling prettily at Zidon. "Actually, Halic, I think I'll be detained here..." Murmur. "Though if you need a ride back to Ista, just, um... I dunno. Wait by Maraith? He's in the courtyard..." Babble babble.

"No you're not," Archellian replies stubborny to R'kan. "You're leaving him alone. Come back when he's sober, you are not doing his hair now." Gaze flickers to Alexander, "we are somewhere private," he points out. "Could you go somewhere public?" COmpletely ignoring the entire mention of Orpheus, not wanting to think of that at the moment. Steps over to Zidon and attempts to relieve him of the bottle of dye.

R'kan * wishes all guys were stubbornyer than they are now... ;) *tease*

"But we can't do it here," Zidon protests, trying to bat off both Arc and R'kan, though that's not good for his balance. "We need t'go somewhere else or it'll be messy...." Ponder, ponder hazy brain.... "The baths!" Said ina triumphant tone of voice, the assistant headman already heading for the dorr. "Then we can all dye our hair!" Babble, babble indeed.

Archellian * whaps R'kan "leave my spelling alone." :-)

Alexander ignores Archellian neatly and clings on to the R'kan's leg, surprised that the rider isn't considerably taller than him. "Oooh! Oooh! Dye my hair! Please??" Whine whine whine. He glances up with a euphoric brightness in his eyes and a puppy-like expression on his face. "Please? I'll even go someplace public to do it!"

Alexander *is a girl.

Zidon *eyes Alexander... :P

R'kan * is glad you reached your epiphany so soon. ;)

Halic * is jealous of Alexander.

"His hair is already pretty colours," Archellian points out to R'kan. "It's beautiful, staining it green will just make him look silly. He's Assistant Headman, he can't go around looking silly."

R'kan glances at Zidon and Alexander down below (Woo, this sounds naughty) and shrugs his free shoulder at Archellian. "Well, it sounds like a field trip... Do you want your hair dyed as well? And of course it won't look silly. It'll show that he has Garish spirit." Hey, most Istans' spirits are garish as well. Cough.

Alexander *rushes into a closet. After several moments accompanied by the sound of clothes rustling, she pops out again. "THIS IS A JOB FOR.. ALEXIS!"

"No it won't look silly," Zidon agrees willingly, grinning at Arc over R'kan's shoulder on which he's currently kidna hanging. "And I won't dye /all/ my hair! J'is a little.... the tipsch - tips."

Halic shrugs helplessly, flashing a now-sympathetic glance over at Arc, "Well, I guess the best thing we can do is tag along and make sure they don't wreck his beauty too much."

"I most certainly don't want my hair dyed," Archellian looks utterly mortified by the prospect of it, his expression almost comical if it didn't look like he was being so serious, or perhaps more funny because of that fact. "You are not dying Zidon's hair," he repeats again. "Just leave him alone for Faranths sake. Why come here and disrupt everything just so you can have your fun? You want to dye someone's hair, dye your own? Couldn't make it look worse than it already is after all," insults flying, claws out now. "Just keep your hands off of him, Dragonrider," the last is spat as if it were an insult.

Zidon *whees. Catfight! :P

Alexander doesn't have a lishp, thank Faranth. He tugs on R'kan, oblivious of the other dead weight the poor rider has to support. "Okay! Let's go! Right now! Before Zie-don comes to his right mind!" He giggles girlishly. What he wouldn't give to be drunk too!

"And before Arc kills you," he adds merrily. "Let's be off, shall we?"

Alexander *wonders if he should announce Open RP on the Gar channel..

Zidon *dies! :P

Archellian * don't you dare Alexander. there's enough of a crowd as it is.

Alexander *Okay, when we get to the baths I'll call it?

Halic *grins, we could invite the StarCrafters...

Archellian * NO!!!

Zidon *arghs. Not the Starcrafters. They're insane :P

R'kan whimpers at Archellian and holds his hands out, getting the slightest bit miffed. And his dragon having caught Amerasuth, he's got quite a few words to say on the matter. "Excuse me, but it's your companion--who happens to be my friend--who's hanging on my shoulder and asking for his hair to be dyed. You're being very rude, and not just to me as a dragonrider, Archellian, but to me as a person. Now apologize, before I... Do something."

[SandCand] Zidon swoons at R'kan. My hero! :P

Halic *invite the StarCrafters and Firestorm Wing!

Zidon *aerrhs!

[SandCand] R'kan laughs. R'kan doing something. Oooh, what a threat. ;)

[SandCand] Zidon mrowrls. "Ooh, canni have Zi kiss him? ;)"

R'kan * nods... Aye. With firestorm it'll just be /insane/. (If that's not how it is already.)

[SandCand] R'kan giggles. Aww, sure! :)

[SandCand] Zidon whoos! ;>

Archellian sighs as R'kan speaks. "You come striding in to a private room, and you call me rude? You refuse to leave and you're planning on taking advantage of a drunken man?" Shakes his head gold locks spilling in all directions, calming down slightly though. "I'm not apologising and you're still not dying his hair. End of story. Come back later."

Zidon breaks into another fit of the giggles as R'kan threatens Arc - ooh, how manly. "Come ooon, Arc," he pleads, giving his best puppy-dog-and-pout expression. "Karnie's really nice. Really." And just to prove it he gives R'kan one of those semi-drunken kisses. "See? Now come /on/!"

[SandCand] Zidon would've made it French et al, but then Arc would've killed you. Hee :P

Archellian watches Zi give the strange dragonrider 'girl' a kiss, crumples down on the bed. "Fine, go ahead and do what you want. I don't care." Head placed in his hands, fingers massaging his temples, trying to chase away the start of a headache.

Alexander tugs insistantly on R'kan's shirt with numbed fingers. "Dye *my* hair. Shards, dye your whole *wing*'s hair." He extricates himself with a sigh, and hops off. "Hey, why don't we wait a few hours? Like.. I dunno, tuck Zye into bed, knock him out with a heavy blunt object, then dye his hair when Arc's not as.. " he coughs. "Anyways."

Zidon *squeaks!

R'kan coughs and glares at Archellian. "I knocked, thank you. And you're the one whose trying to make decisions for someone who got into his predicament by himself. Zidon's a big boy, see?" As he's smothered in kisses, he beams, turning head to receive the last one on lips. Oooh, purr. "I'd like to know who /your/ nanny was as a child," he murmurs at Archellian, then winces. "I'm sorry; I don't know for what, and I don't know why you're upset, but..." Ahh well. As /two/ people start prodding him, he starts moving towards the door. "Okay, okay, we're going."

Alexander *this is hilarious.. *gossip, anyone?

Clapping a restraining hand over Zi's lips to prevent further gratuitous kisses, and placing the other arm sympathetically around Arc's broad shoulders, Halic hooks a foot around Zi's ankle. "You're not going anywhere until you're warm, calm, and sober, Zi!"

Zidon *just dies here. Ack! No gossip :P

Alexander lets out a long low whistle as Halic executes some fancy shmancy maneuvers. "As I said," he continues with a hint of impatience. "Just knock him out! Like one of you.. guys... said... he's a big boy! He can deal with it! Ya know! Be a man and all!"

Alexander *which naturally includes beaning people.

Alexander drops Alex's Thwaping Stick.

Halic picks up Alex's Thwaping Stick.

"Yeah, let's go to the ba-mpfh." Zidon's babbling is efficiently cut off by Halic's hand. "Mmmpf!" Whine. He's not even allowed to have one fun! Twisting his head free, the Garish sends R'kan and Alexander a pitiful look. "Why, why can't we go? Now? I want to sit down," he suddenly announces, plopping down next to Arc on the bed. "Hi, Arc," is greeted, as if they hadn't seen each other the last sevenday.

Archellian sinks right down on the bed, tugging his legs up to his chest, watching them leave from behind a golden cascade of hair, turquoise eyes shimmering slightly. Tenses as Halic puts an arm around his /slender/ shoulders but otherwise doesn't react. Words choking in his throat. Finally finding his tongue he answers R'kan, "Zi's in this predicament because of me. If you ruin his hair it's my fault. He's my friend and since he's not being responsible at the moment I have to make sure he's okay. So just leave him alone," slight whimper in his tone. "Please."

Halic uses his free foot to confiscate Alex's Thwapping Stick, rolling it over to retrieve it with his newly freed hand.

R'kan pauses as Halic grabs Zidon from behind, plunking himself dejectedly on the bed next to Zidon. (How big is this bed anyways?) All this bad karma... Poor Karnie is gonna go home and have a nice cry if this doesn't blow over nicely. "Fine," he says to Archellian, submitting to the greater wisdom. "His hair wouldn't be ruined, but I s'pose, if /you/ don't want him to get it dyed, it'd be better. He seems to trust you..." Pout.

Alexander continues on his ramblings blithely. "*See*... Halic knows how to use a stick. I mean.. not that we'd bean him with that.. but.. uh.... anyways." He gutters to a stop, seeing that something seems to have disipated in the room. "Maybe we could go to the Baths and splash cold water on him? That might help."

"Thanks," Archellian replies gratefully to the dragonrider. "And you can come back later when he's sober and do his hair if he still wants it," he suggests softly. "Though it would be a pity, he has gorgeous hair, it doesn't need coloured." Gnaws his bottom lip, "and I'm sorry about the stuff I said earlier," apology finally coming. "I was angry and worried and I didn't mean it."

"Aw, Arc, don't be sad," Zidon demands, turning his back to R'kan to hug the assistant steward. Awwww. "We can dye my hair another day," he whispers in a loud voice, pulling away again.

Archellian smiles softly in response to Zi's words, just to prove that he's not sad, "I'm sorry," he finally manages to say, the apology sounding rather dumb. "And thanks and we can do your hair another day if you really want it."

R'kan winces at Zidon. Oh, that was tactful. "Of course..." he murmurs, glancing at Arc and winking. "Thank you for that. I just hope he's not this buzzed when I get back... And don't worry about that," the former nanny reassures. "I've never gotten that hot-tempered either. Small room, very tense. And don't worry about drunkeness. It'll wear off him in a few hours."

Alexander fans himself with a hand, noticing belatedly that spring truly has come to Gar. "Well, it's a relief that you are all happy again.. Seriously though," and he's usually never serious, "Do you want to move to the baths? It might do us some good. Nothing like running water."

Drawing closer to the dejected Arc, Halic envelops him with a comforting hug.

"Thank you. You can do m'hair tomorrow, I promise," Zidon tells R'kan dead seriously, sending the bronzerider a steaming look. "Can I hug you now?" he asks timidly, the wine seeming to really kick in now.

Alexander icks, seeing something icky to come of all this apologizing. He takes his leave and darts out the door.

Alexander goes out.

"Who's what buzzed when you get back? Zi? No Zi's never usually like this," Archellian says, "I'm sure next time you visit everything will be great. And well I know it'll wear off him being drunk and..." nearly trips over his tongue trying to find things to say. "I'm s..." the second apology getting lost on his lips as Zi asks to hug the dragonrider.

Halic, continuing to comfort Arc, pulls in the foot that he previously hooked around Zi's foot. Eyes flashing, he reproaches the smashed assistant headman sternly, "WHAT?!" he flares in disbelief, "Arc is here, apologising for trying to care for you, and you...you're asking to hug /Karnie/?"

"But... but I want to hug Karnie! I never get to hug Karnie 'cause she.. he... is so far away," Zidon declares sullenly, sending Halic a sulky glare.

R'kan glances at Zidon and offers, if anything, a matronly smile. "Of course. We're friends, right?" Glancing at Archellian, he tilts head and looks a bit worried as the Assistant Steward's apology dies. "Don't worry about it," he murmurs gently, "And I'm sorry too." Cornflower eyes smile warmly, and he opens arms wide. Awww... group hug!

+rkan flutters. Can I kiss you again? ;)

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+rkan is tryng to drive Arc nuts :P

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From afar, R'kan laughs. Sure... Arc /is/ going nuts. If he hurts me, you have to nurse my wounds. ;)

Hephaestus blinks in from ::between::!

Hephaestus *is Alex's. Don't wanna miss the fun.. pretend this flit isn't here.

Zidon beams as he lets himself fall forward and into R'kan's arm, squeezing for a couple of moments. "Thank you," he repeats, words slurred in that drunk-and-close-to-falling-asleep-fashion. "You've to come and visit me more often," he states sternly, pulling back a little so he can get to smooch this hunk-a-bronzerider again - tough this time a little more thoroughly.

Zidon *ois ;>

Hephaestus *gives Zidon an honorary OOC beaning.

Zidon *aiees :P

Halic *acks and must go...goodnight, all.

Halic has disconnected.

Halic falls asleep.

Archellian chews a delicately pointed fingernail, and stops, watching Zi kiss the rider, virtually flies to his feet, not caring if the Assistant Headman is drunk or what, within seconds he's at the door, fumbling with the handle to open it and get out of this place.

R'kan whimpers and squirms. "Help?" he appeals to Archellian, closing eyes and pulling back as gently as possible, cringing all the way. "Please? I... I don't..." Well, you know. "Please?" the bronzer begs again, scooching butt back on the bed. "I... Vivian would be..."

Alexander has arrived.

Alexander drags Orpheus through the door. "Are you done beaning him?" he asks to the assembled crowd.

From afar, R'kan grins. Aww, dear, you have the cutest friends. ;)

Orpheus has arrived.

Zidon tries to follow R'kan as he scoots away, and thus ends up sprawled out on the bed. Uh oh. Looks like someone's ready to pass out and sleep now. "What're y'all doin' in here...." Not that he really cares now, mind you.

Archellian almost trips over Alexander in his desperate haste to leave the room, going crashing into Orpheus, oblivious to any pleas by the dragonrider behind. A blink of surprise as he looks up, recognising that face, desperate arms are thrown around the apprentice holding him tight.

Alexander scoots away from Orpheus and Archellian and bounces onto the bed. "Okay," he demands sharply of the drunk. "What in flying Tillek is going on here? After I left, I mean," he ammends.

Half-dragged in by Alexander and already off-balance, Orpheus nearly tips and topples when crashed into and clung onto by Archellian. "Uh--I thought you were about to kill someone?" Apparently not, judging by the speed with which he was leaving. Dark blue eyes light as he steadies, a nod following Alexander's demand--he'd like to know too, after all.

"Who's killing someone??" the drunk on the bed demands to know, trying to raise his head. Doesn't work. Meep. Ah well. "Karnie? Will you come back tomorrow? Pleeease?" Zidon pleads, trying to locate the bronzerider's position in the room. Alexander gets an odd look. "Why're you in here?"

R'kan finally pulls himself away, squinting eyes shut. "Why does no one help a guy in distress out?" Hmph. Seething a bit, he mutters through clenched teeth, "I'll try to come visit tomorrow, 'kay Zidon? Archellian, well met. You two as well..." he murmurs, girlish head tilting to both Alexander and the new-arrived Orpheus. "I think I'll be going now..." Whimper.

R'kan goes out.

Archellian continues clinging to Orpheus, "not gonna kill anyone, just leaving," he mumbles, words catching in his throat coming out almost sobs. "Can we go now?" he pleads already still going in that direction, getting pushed out of the way as R'kan walks out.

Alexander glares at Zidon levelly. "I don't know. What are *you* doing in here? I thought we were going to the baths." He looks up at Orpheus, then returns his attention to Zidon. "Well. Archellian *was* going to kill Halic and that dragonrider guy, but it's over now."

Alexander *thinks it's hilarious that there's this keg of beer in Zidon's room.

Zidon *snorks. Where else should I put it? :P

Alexander *You have a barrel of beer in your room? Hoo ha!

Zidon *phtbs ;)

Alexander *has to go.. I always gotta go in the middle of RPs.

Alexander *So, is it basically over?

Zidon *thinks so? :>

Alexander *patpatas Zidon. You're the one getting beaned.

Alexander *No more confrontation..

Alexander *unless you want to get melodramatic

Alexander goes home.

Archellian * notes that Zi's been drinking his beer.

Zidon *snickers. Me and various othe people....

Keg of Gar Beer (#15614)

The keg is large and stout made from a dark wood. As you breath you smell the aroma of years of fermenting and gar beer. On either end there is a ring of iron holding the barrel together. The ends are also covered in decaying red paint, of a wineskin pouring into a glass. Under the vintner emblem is writing, it says Gar Beer Mialie 9 23/10. The hole that lets beer out is sealed in red wax, but you can see that there must be large stopper underneath. There appear to be 97 glasses left in this bottle.

"Sure, sure," Orpheus murmurs, quite at a loss as he simply glances towards the door. "We can go now." Summoning up a half-smile, he wipes away the rather confused look to instead appear--as always--more than a bit cheerful. "And then you can explain later," he adds, the words half-muttered.

Archellian * three glasses are out of it. That's hardly various other. That's like two other people

Archellian goes out.

Zidon *pouts. two is various :P

At this point I was rather tired and hyper....

From afar, R'kan pokes again. We need a channel. ;)

+rkan oohs. We do. Called what? ;)

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+rkan snickers. addcom hu=Hunk-a-hunks

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From afar, R'kan grins. Well then... Ummm... Oh dear. ;)

[XxXx] Archellian: that was some weird RP...

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[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan fears you, Zi. Fear fear fear. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon beams! "I'll bet you say that to all the guys.... ;)"

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan laughs. Only a few... ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon: Oh, ok. *feels all spechul* :P

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan smirks. But you're /my/ HappyHelperDrunkard. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon awwwws. "But, helper how? :P"

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: I dunno. It just sounded good. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: I think things would get even funnier if Karnie started to crush on Arc... ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon giggles and awws and adds aliases. "And you're my smoochable hunk-a-bronzerider ;)"

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon squeaks! "He's taken, though.... 'sides, he'd kill Zi :P"

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: Whyyyy? ;) Awww, so sweet! :D

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon: What, sweet that he'd kill me? :P

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: No, I got my comments mixed up. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon ooohs. "We need to RP again this week then! :P I can just imagine... Zi and Karnie together, alone, in the baths, dyeing hair... mrowr :P"

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan laughs... Oh, /scary/. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon: Yep. But fun ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan whimpers. Poor Karkar. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon leers.

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan shakes his pretty... hair. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon leers at the... hair. "Can I dye that? Mrowrl!"

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan laughs. Dye my hair baby! Dye it! Dye it! ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon dyes it. With plenty of color. And rubber gloves.

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: Oooh, latex. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon: You bet, baby. *SNAP*

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: Ooooh... *rrowl* ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon snaps it where it counts. Mrowr.

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan purr. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan rolls her eyes... Oh dear. ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon: See! 'Her' ;>

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: Wow, these are /girl/ eyes. Never mind... I don't want to roll them anymore. :P

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon rolls your eyes. And.. other rollable things :P

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan: Oooh... ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon doesn't give out details. use your imagination ;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan has lots of that... >;)

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon leers. "I know. S'why i find you irresistible ;)"

[Hunk-a-hunks] Zidon corrects the typos in there. Err.

[Hunk-a-hunks] R'kan laughs and patpats.