Canmay

The Klah Pot
Just off the Lower Caverns, the Klah Pot opens past thick curtains hanging over the doorway, effectively blocking out some of the clamor of the more trafficked areas of the Weyr but not shutting them out entirely. Within this large area there are cushy chairs and other padded, comfortable seating are arranged in semicircles, to allow for ease of sitting and chatting among friends. Tables ringed by wooden chairs are also present for the occasional guest who does not wish to sink into something softer, and these are nearer the bar, where drinks can be served upon request to thirsty dragonriders and weyrfolk alike. The Klah Pot has traditionally seved only non alcoholic drinks ever since 'the incident' but there are skins of various juices along the wall, pots over a small hearth behind the bar keep klah hot as well as water for teas and such. The little sign appearing near the counter, No alcohol of any kind! Violators shall be fed to Niliath! is probably in jest only partly. The stone walls have been painted a warm tone of orange, the Weyr's color, and to match, pillows and blankets folded and thrown over each stuffed chair match this color and are trimmed in gold, the dim lighting of this room making it gleam like a proddy queen. A cozy room with a relaxed atmosphere, welcoming to any so long as they aren't bringing questionable drinks in. Upraised in one corner is the small stage meant to hold three people at absolute most though only then with smaller instruments.

"Ok!" Tia's far too amendable to the idea, really. She doesn't get to show off the tattoo very often to start with due to it's… positioning. And when you add a good dose of alcohol into the mix, she's quite ready to stand up and expose herself. Yep. "Oh sure, join in the fun! Game of dice… winner picks someone for truth or dare.. and the person who's picked decides if they want a question or a dare and… yeah, that's how it goes." At least she's not slurring? Unbuttoned and unzipped, she tugs the side of her wherhide pants down to show the gathered candidates her hip - the one that has a tattoo of a partial runnerbeast on it.

OOC: Tiarla says "Can be seen as follows: http://pics.livejournal.com/qiluin/pic/0001735e"

Carolyna blinks. "Tattoo? That sounds interesting," is stated as the candie takes a seat at the table, after aquiring herself some klah. "Yes, Tia, you absoloutly have to show us this tattoo that Rhikiad gave you, if it's any good I may go pay the lad a visit myself," is stated with a wicked smile, oh dear… the gears are turning. "C'mon, Sana, you have to join us, it'll be fun. "Oh, that's wonderful, Tia, I am definately going to be talking to Rhikiad…."

It's a flowing languid stroll that carries the dusky rider into the 'Pot'; easy pace lacing with easy mood. As if hit by an invisible wall, Q'luin comes to a stride-breaking halt as he sees what he perceives as Tiarla stripping. Cough. Headshake. Blink. Stunned motionless, the lithe man just stands there and appreciatively stares, head cocking to the side to attain a different viewpoint of the artwork.

OOC: Tiarla says "Whomever wants to participate in the next round - just roll the dice after Tig's next pose and we'll work the winner/loser into the next round of poses. "

Tiago is not to be undone as the scrutiny is made of his cousin, rolling up his own shirt sleeve and exposing his arm. "I got one from Rhikiad as well, though I suggest you girls get numbweed before he starts." There is a wry grin on the guard's face to suggest that he didn't do so. "Ok, next round. Anyone want drinks in the mean time?" Yes, he'll be doling them out from the bar himself this time.

OOC: Tiago says "Here's mine: http://pics.livejournal.com/wolf_fight/pic/0000wcq5"

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Hideous Red Star
Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Bronze …&… Intense Gold
Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Green …&… Brilliant Blue
Mika rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Blue …&… Intense Bronze
Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Spectacular Gold
Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Green …&… Brilliant Green

Mika scoots a little further back as the group playing grows much larger, though she doesn't quite tense up again, which is a good sign for the moment. She frowns at her roll, not the best roll, but certainly not a bad one! She watches the other as they roll to see who might best her… and who might wind up bottom of the pile, there was pleanty of room on either end.

Theresana looks dubious at Caro's suggestion, but warily moves over to the dice-rolling candidate group, sits down, and rolls said die. She blinks at the mention of 'you girls' getting tattoos, and looks around Who's getting a tattoo? She shakes her head at the drinks comment though, and holds up her own, /pure/ fruit juice glass. She's good.

"Numbweed. Yes." Tiarla agrees, picking up the dice and throwing them at the table again before she thinks to do up her pants again. "More juice. Please?" She's not glassy-eyed yet, so she can probably handle more. "Oh shardit. That roll just plain sucks." She looks up accusingly, and then spots Q'luin. Ah-ha! He must be why she rolled horribly twice in a row. "Dare." she decides aloud, as soon as she sees a red star. "Since obviously I lose. Again." Hrmph. "You gonna join us, Q'luin? Maybe you'll get to see the tattoo again." the girl jokes, obviously not /quite/ herself.

Carolyna rolls the dice and blinks at the outcome. "I suppose I win," she notes, before turning her attention on Sana. "Sana, dear smith. Truth, or dare…" does she sound like she's about to cause some trouble? Good, she just might.

Tiago had a rather safe roll, but it wasn't good enough to win. He got up and went to fetch the drinks, waving to those just coming in. "Come and sit! It's a big table, Truth or Dare night!" he calls out in quick explanation. As he's not a victim this time, he returns with a full tray of drinks. "It's chilled fruit juice." he claims as he starts handing out mugs willy nilly, whether or not the recipient had an empty glass already or not.

Oh, so it's a fashion show. Q'luin is only happy to oblige, and once beside Tiarla tugs off his shirt, tossing it at Tiago. Turning, the sinewy back burns with the Igen sun painted upon darkened caramel skin direct center. "Red is a damn fine artist, and he's got fantastic hands." The grin that is displayed is pure wicked evil when the sleek man turns back. "Can I play?" Without asking, the dice is snagged and tossed, and a chair is sought. Shirt? Forgotten - Q'luin is already well on his way into the bottle tonight.

Theresana /pales/ as she's picked. She shoulda guessed, though. She sips again, and due to her inatentiveness, from one of the newly-handed-out drinks, before gulping, and quietly decideing, "Truth."

"And I don't?" Tia inquires, referring to Rhik's hands of course when Q'luin makes the statement. Not that many people will catch on to quite what she means. But when the rider snags himself a seat, she snags herself a new one. It happens to be his lap. Ok. Maybe she's already had a bit too much from that first glass of juice. But she's already on to her second one, and happily so.

Mika bobs her head at Tiago as she takes the drink without so much as a hint of suspicion. "Thank you," She murmurs to the man, her drink had been pretty much empty anyway so the replacement is very welcome. She spies Q'luin and scoots a little closer to the more 'comfortable' members of the group, though she doesn't say no.

Carolyna doesn't take long in finishing her mug of klah, and soon picks up the offered juice. "Perfect temperature for the Istan heat, Tiago," is stated with a simple smile as she keeps the mug in her hands and turns her head to keep a careful eye on Theresana before her attention is drawn to Quill's tattoo. "Definately going to be talking to Rhiki…" oh yah, she'll be all inked up before the hatching, no doubt. "Alright Sana, truth you say? Well than… Sana, what colour do you think you'll Impress?" boring, yes, tame, yes, but she's just getting into the swing of things.

Emilia moseys in, officially off duty from whatever duty she was on which she still really doesn't understand anyways. She'll assume she was included in that Tiago sweeping gesture and scurries to take a seat. "Truth or Dare?" This gets queried to the general populace, "as in lie your way out of it or… uh huh." That becomes very apparent very quickly. She peers at the assemblage and hastily grabs a juice.

Ah, a lap warmer. Tia's new seat wraps itself about her for a moment before leaning around to peer at the table. "I can see my luck hasn't changed any." The hands? "Beautiful hands. Beautiful hands," but sorry, there's just something about Rhikiad's that makes him shiver, even now. Q'luin-the-seat vibrates faintly. "Do I get a juice, Bruiser?" Emilia's presence is noted, "Hey, Curly!" The rider is obviously not in the usual temperamental state.

Theresana looks up, eyes slightly wide, and shrugs, "Um… I don't know. Whichever color the one that decides it like me, I suppose." She sips her drink, again, and looks around.

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Dazzling Green

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Gold …&… Brilliant Green

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Green …&… Spectacular Gold

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Brown …&… Beautiful Blue

Mika rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Green …&… Beautiful Blue

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Baleful Red Eye …&… Baleful Red Eye

Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Brown …&… Spectacular Brown

Tiago resumed his own seat just in time to catch Q'luin's thrown shirt before it hits him in the face. The motion bumps a few glasses so the guard just smirks as he uses the garment to mop up the spill. Fruit juice can be very staining, but luckily the rider wears a lot of black. "Such safe questions." he tsks before downing his own drink and then nearly spits it up when he sees Tiarla sit down in the rider's lap. Well, looks like the drink loosened her up /a lot/. "Yeah, sure." he mutters before sliding an unclaimed glass towards Q'luin. Noticing the shy Mika shifting away, he puts the back of his arm protectively over the back of the girl's chair. Don't worry, Tig's not a bad guy. Technically.

Carolyna eyes Sana. "That was such a cop out answer, Sana," she states, frowning before taking a large sip of her juice. "Hmm, this is good stuff, Tiago, better than the usual stuff," is stated, simply.

Tiarla just snorts at Q'luin, before downing another half of her glass and setting it back on the table before it slips through her hands. "Great juice. What kind is it again?" she wonders, her eyes narrowing at it a bit before she blinks at Tiago innocently. "Mika, you win the roll." she slurs helpfully, leaning back against her new chair.

Mika blinks as it seems rather surprised as her roll seems to be the highest… though it may be a dogfight for who had the /worst/ roll, until she sees Theresana's. She glances at Tiago when he puts an arm around her chair and gives him a tentative smile. "I guess I do…" She responds to Tiarla then looks from Q'luin to Theresana and then keeps her gaze at Theresana, It doesn't /look/ like anyone's calling out for her to be kicked out so she asks, "Truth or Dare?"

Theresana asks, "But how am I sposed to know? I don't even know what's in the eggs!" She sips again, and again, and nods, "It /does/ taste slightly… different." She rolls, and looks at her dice. She bites her lip, "So, am I out, then?" But then she'd asked, again, and responds, "Erm… Dare?" Since she'd rather not be called a 'copout' again. But… "Or, actually, Truth."

Emilia shifts to the end of her seat and lifts an eyebrow at the dice. She'll wait quietly and drink while she catches the rules of the game. A generally bright smile is directed towards everyone but a bounce for Mika. "Ooh, you won!" She has no idea what, so she drinks some more.

Carolyna chuckles. "Oh, Sana, apparently we're out to get you tonight," is given with a grin and a shake of her head before she takes another sip of the rather tastey and delicious juice type stuff.

The mussed shirt is gawked at only briefly - good thing we got candidates to do the laundry, and yea, it's always black. Not knowing the juice is already spiked, Q'luin undoes his ever-ready-flask and tips it into the juice, caps it, and stashes it again with a little wiggle beneath Tiarla in doing so. The drink is waved around to the group, "To the eggs, and the dragons who shat them out." He takes a drink, black eyes widening with surprise. "Juice has a - bite," the rider says, voice hoarse.

Tiago does that protective thing everywhere he goes, even when he's pulling a fast one on all these unsuspecting girls. Q'luin'll recognize the taste no doubt, but all Tig says when his cousin asks, is an innocent "Oh it's a blend of different juices." Which were fermented till it got a good kick. "Mika won! That's great." And there he goes, beaming that smile at her while he listens to her asking the same poor victim.

Carolyna eyes and shakes her head. "No, Sana, you can't change. You said Dare first, so it's a dare," aye, now we get to see that arguementative Bitran side of her.

Theresana glares at Caro, first the lake, now this… "/NO/, really, Caro, I hadn't /noticed/, no, I hadn't noticed at /all/." Sarcasm. Alcohol's already taking effect, then. "And why can't I change it? Mika's turn, Mika's choice."

What sounds suspiciously like a gigglesnort from Tiarla is cut off by her choking on the next gulp of juice she takes. "Are you sure about that, Tig?" She holds up the glass to peer at it suspiciously, but then… just.. grins. And when she turns her head slightly it's to whisper something at Q'luin before she tries to pay attention to the truthing or daring that's going on and whether people have decided who is doing what yet.

Mika takes a long drink and ponders, noticing the different taste but they're always mixing up /something/ new by combining fruitjuices here so she really doesn't take note of it. "Ok… Then your question…" Mika stalls while she thinks of something, saying it very slowly, then glances at Caro, "She can't, but she said…" Mika shakes herself and looks at Theresana. "Truth: Of all the candidates, including yourself, which combination, color and candidate, scares you the most when you think of them impressing." Her voice grows in firmness as the alcohol takes hold little by little. Others get silly and argumentative, she forgets to be beaten down.

Carolyna sips more juice, her mug now half empty, as she turns her attention to Sana. "I like tha' question, way better'n mine," is stated in a simple tone with a crooked grin.

Theresana bites her lip, "Erm… I don't know. She looks around at her fellow candidates, than shrugs, looks back to Mika, and says with a glint of humor in her eye but none in her voice, "Rhikiad on gold?"

Q'luin is watching all of this through mild eyes, hand dropping from drink to Tiarla's shadowy lap. Dark eyes meet the broody guard's and roll with condescension at the route the game is taking. Emilia is peeked, and with the other hand the flask is handed toward her. "Freshin' yourself, Curly."

Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Bronze …&… Baleful Red Eye

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Brown …&… Dazzling Bronze

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Blue …&… Hideous Red Star

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Blue …&… Beautiful Bronze

Mika rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Dazzling Gold

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Green …&… Intense Green

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Bronze …&… Baleful Red Eye

Emilia just eyes everyone with a mildly bemused expression and settles back, sipping more rapidly then she does of the juice in the Living Cavern. She'll wrinkle her nose at Thersana's answer and flip her head sideways, arm reaching out to take the flask from Q'luin and liberally spike her juice. A mild nod back with a more perky, "Thank you!" The flask is handed towards Tiago.

Carolyna nose-wrinkles and brow furrows at Sana's answer before shrugging her shoulders and rolling an awful roll. "Well, that was a bad lot of rolls, wasn't it, a brown and bronze should never win," is stated with a smirk as she looks around the table. "Tiarla, truth or dare?" she questions with a quirk of her brow.

Tiago scoops up the dice as the round was finished, sending them rolling again. He stares at the results and frowns as the dice are passed around the table. "Hmm, I think I lost again!" He just shakes his head, sipping at his 'juice' and smiles innocently still at Tiarla. "Really, it's just juice." Specially brewed juice of course. A flask is passed to him and he eyes it for a moment, masking his alarm and uncaps it anyway, but he is very careful not to pour too much into his glass. Then the flask is passed back around the table.

Oh hey! There's Emilia. Tiarla waggles her fingers in the woman's direction and then giggles a bit, before replying to Caro. "Dare." None of this truth crap! She settles back into her Q'luin-chair quite comfortably again and smiles in a bit of a smug manner.

Carolyna offers a crooked grin. "That's what I'd hoped you'd say," is stated with a mischevious glint in her eyes. "Tiarla, I dare you to kiss somebody at this table. I don't care, and none of this crap 'kiss on the cheek' stuff, nu uh, s'gotta be the real deal."

Theresana settles back in her chair after rolling, she's safe this round! And truth is much safer, or so Sana /had/ thought. She sips again at her spiked drink, having it almost half finished, and watches Tiarla for her responce.

Tia considers this. I mean, she is already sprawled on Q'luin's lap so he's the obvious choice. But, no. Noooooo no no. That's just too easy! So instead, she winks at the bronzerider and then stands up and eyes the room critically. "I have to kiss someone." is murmured, and she eyes the person her dared her. "Alright then!" Blame Tiago for spiking her drink and giving her two of them. But she reaches for Carolyna to lay one on her. No kiss on the cheek, either!

Mika looks a little surprised at how this is turning out and edges again, this time towards Tiago. He's been the supportive one so far so he gets stuck with the 'safe' image in her mind. She watches Tiarla for the moment, and her eyes widen in a bit of surprise as Tiarla chooses to kiss /Carolyna/… not becuase she did, mostly because at least Carolyna, and she thinks Tiarla are hold or craft bred and she didn't think they did such things there.

Tiago listens to the dare and just rolls his eyes. "Awh that's not such a difficult dare." Not when the girl is already sitting in Q'luin's lap. Honestly, she bore him a set of twins as it is, how is a kiss any worse? But then his eyes nearly glaze in surprise as he watches his cousin plant one on the smith girl instead. "Wow." Just how much alcohol did he stick in her glass!?

Emilia wiggles fingers back at Tiarla too and then sips her juice. She is now completely lost and pushes hair from her eyes and back across her head, then peers into her glass. Why is this making her forehead sweat? "Boll Minor's worth at least two points," she offers blinking up at Amarik who actually apparently isn't. "Ooops. Er nevermind. They look alot alike." And moreso apparently when you're tipsy.

Marryn pauses in the doorway to glance over the busy room a moment. Surprise lifts dark brows a tad as the number of late-night visitors is noted. And here he thought a quiet tour on his own would have to suffice. Jackpot! Travel jacket is quickly discarded and a passing server flagged down to wet his dry throat after a long runner ride to the weyr. Since one large knot seems to be engaged in a particular game he edges in that direction, curiosity peeked.

Carolyna blinks as she watches Tia stand… and… wait?! Where is she going? Oh dear. Caro sits perfectly stalk still. One would think that Caro would push Tia away, like the good little smith/candidate that she is, but she did dare Tiarla, after all, it wouldn't be right for her to push away, thus she shall behave, if not fairly blush at this.

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Beautiful Green

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Blue …&… Beautiful Blue

Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Blue …&… Baleful Red Eye

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Brilliant Blue

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Brown …&… Spectacular Brown

Mika rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Gold …&… Dazzling Brown

Q'luin kicks out and gives a hearty 'hoot'! The grin is oh so uncharacteristic, and as broad as they come as he watches Tiarla accost Carolyna. The jerking laughter continues long after the kiss, and wicked glee gleams in the lithe man's eyes. When Tiarla ends up back in his lap, the rider is more than welcoming, pulling her aggressively down into his eager embrace.

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Bronze …&… Spectacular Blue

Marjani has made her way into the Lower Caverns after a day of helping one of the posted Smiths with some project or another. It can't have been that easy, as even now her face is beaded with sweat and various parts of her body either lightly scraped or dirty in some way. She stops short of approaching the large gathering of people, raising her eyebrows in an inquisitive manner and setting her hands on her hips to observe exactly what is going on with the dice and the— the kissing of ranking members of her Craft? Her reply is an amused snort and to move a bit closer to the group.

Tiago stares down at his roll and sighs, his luck is terrible tonight. "I think Mika's got this round." he murmurs, grinning at the girl beside him. "Anyone's drinks running low? I'll get more!" Such a nice offer from him isn't it? Looking at the entranceway, he notes more folk and waves them over. "Come play, it's Truth or Dare. Let me get you a drink!" he offers to them both, then does a double take. "Lord Marryn? Welcome to Ista." he chuckles, not having seen the man for close to a Turn now.

Carolyna raises a hand, face still a rather lovely shade of red. "I could certainly use s'more, Tiago," she states as she drowns her mug. She's all set to be totally drunk, after that dare.

Theresana blinks at the kiss, than blinks again, and settles back into her chair, wriggling slightly, and leaning forwards only to roll. When she sees that she lost, again, she sits back again, and is content to watch and sip her tainted juice, although she does give a respectful nod to Marryn.

Mika bites her lower lip and considers for several moments, even /with/ the drink she's not relay sure what to do next, so she turns to Tiago. Maybe she meant to ask for advice but instead out comes, "Truth or Dare?" Someone's either getting bolder or just has less of a filter between her brain and mouth.

Tia's rather surprised at herself as well, yes. But her expression is something close to smug when she's pulled back down onto Qi's lap, his laughter setting her off into a fit of giggles. One that ends when the call for another round of drinks is called for. And she kind of nudges her glass his way. Not that she needs anymore, certainly. That's quite obvious! And she grabs for one of Q'luin's hands (probably so that she can keep track of it) ostensibly to keep her balance as she tries to sit upright again.

The arm that was laid across the back of Mika's chair is slid down over her shoulders, giving her a brief squeeze before Tiago leans in against her and says just loudly enough for all at the table to hear, "Dare." A low chuckle follows before he lets her go and gets to fetch the next round of spiked drinks, setting them down in the middle of the table for anyone to take. "So what will it be, Mika?"

Marryn watches the dice fall from over several shoulders, nodding on cue when the roll is especially good. Lean fingers tap his forearm as he stands with arms lightly crossed, itching to scratch his infernal love of gaming. The last time he engaged in this particular game, however, he lost a sizable trading deal to Taini, so the inner battle to err on the side of caution wins out so far. Tiago comes to his rescue with a timely welcome, to which he nods and bestows a wide smile on the man. "Still getting yourself into trouble, I see," he teases.

Marjani flushes when she realizes that she's not very far from a Lord Holder… and then tries to move subtly sideways while brushing some of the dirt off -and at the same time she nods assent to Tiago. So she looks something like a shuffling crab -and in that space of time drinks are brought. With a resigned sigh at breaching the outskirts of the group(and thus making her presence even more obvious), Marjani leans between two chairs to obtain a glass. And then she steps back, holding the juice. Her eyebrows furrow as she raises the glass to her lips, but whatever concerned her, she takes a long swig, smiles wryly, and … hovers.

Lord? At first that elicits a sneer from the caramelized shirtless bronzerider, but when Marryn is spied, as is his knot, Q'luin loosens up into a friendly enough greeting. "Ista Weyr's duties, Lord Boll." Better than Lord Ista, for sure. The flask is found, and held out invitingly to the other man, "We could use some more males in this game, apparently there aren't enough so they've taken to clamping onto one another instead." It's a mild tease for Tiarla who gets a pinch with the evasive hand right on the inner thigh. The other entering Smith is waved in too.

Out of the corner of his eye Marryn notes a nod from Theresana and briefly returns it with another of his winning smiles.

A soft, "Oh dear", is heard from Mika though she doesn't pull away from Tiago as she thinks. "Um…" Mika tries to figure out something, and opens her mouth for something truly mundane… or perhaps Cliche. What comes out would likely be both from anyone else. "Take off your shirt." She pauses for a moment, then realizes what she actually /said/ as opposed to what she intended to say and turns a bright shade of scarlet, though she doesn't retract it.

"Oooh, hey." Tiarla pinches Q'luin right back - but he's got skin exposed so she aims surreptitiously for that. In her drunken state, she has a marked lack of shyness. "Evening." she adds cheerfully to Marryn, her eyes swinging towards Mika to see what the girl will dare Tiago to do.

Emilia again twists in her seat now that the confirmation has been made. Fingers get waved towards the Lord of Boll with a beaming smile, "Not as cute as the other one, but passable." The fingers get moved into a gimmee motion towards Q'luin and his flask. She's getting flustered, a nip will help calm her. Then her jaw drops at Mika and she blinks, "Oh my!" Deep down, she knew the girl had it in her.

Carolyna hasn't even noticed the newest arrivals yet, as she's partway through her second mug. "Nice'n Mika," the Bitran-smith-candidate notes with a laugh and shake of her head, and crooked grin, she's having too much fun.

Tiarla adds a whistle, to encourage Tiago's shirt removal of course.

"Always!" Tiago replies to Marryn, raising his glass almost like a toast to the lord holder before turning his attentions back to the girl beside his own chair, waiting for what dreaded fate he bargained himself into with that errant flick of dice. Of course after his cousin's display, there probably isn't much that could top that more or less. A brow arches as the request is made and he leans in on Mika again first. "Certainly." Though there's no tell tale flush to his own face from the drinks, there is certainly color enough to the tanned firm flesh he exposes as his tunic is raised and removed completely. He even stands, toned arms flexing as he shows off his dragon tattoo some more as he plants his hands on his hips, smirk once again on his face.

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Gold …&… Brilliant Gold

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Gold …&… Brilliant Green

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Intense Brown

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Brown …&… Intense Green

Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Brilliant Gold

Mika rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Blue …&… Dazzling Bronze

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Brown …&… Spectacular Green

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Brown …&… Intense Bronze

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Green …&… Hideous Red Star

Theresana blinks, again. Her eyelids are getting excersixe lately. She sits even farther back in the chair, her knees drawn up almost protectively, but more likely for comfort. She then twists, rather strangely, around to roll, and tences for a moment as she actually gets a pretty good roll, but relaxes and leans back in her seat again as Tiago tops it. She's good for another round. And so, she sips.

Carolyna whistles. "Nice, Tiago," she states, dragging out the guards name as she watches the lad remove his shirt. Yes, this is a view she can appreciate.

The pinch causes Q'luin to jump, but the ebbing pain has a whole 'nother effect. The hand pulls Tiarla down for a wet whisper in her ear. While partaking of the candidate's ear the recent entrant from Smithhall is eyed over her shoulder.

Mika turns back to the dice when they come around to her, her complexion back under control more quickly than normal. She rolls hastily, though when Tiago seems to be the high roll she casts a slightly nervous glance in his direction, hoping she really hadn't over stepped the bounds more than the she thought she had.

Marryn can't help but chuckle, after thanking Q'luin, and his amused copper-lit gaze wanders about the group to note the rider's situation. "A prediciment for which I'm happy to oblige," he replies gallantly. Now /this/ is more like the rowdy weyr he's been warned about. Watching Tiago, he snorts lightly, musing aloud, "I see you do need help." Taking his turn, he groans theatrically at his bad roll. So much for help.

Tiago tucks his shirt over the back of his chair before reaching for the dice, and for once they are in his favor. "Well now, well well well." His stormy blue eyes scans the gathered crowd at the table and he takes a moment sip at his drink before selecting a victim. "Let's see…" Marryn's comment makes him wrinkle his nose just a little. "That wasn't much help, you'll have to do then." he tells the lord holder. "Marryn, Truth or Dare?"

Player name Connected Idle time Location
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Emilia (#20921) 8 hours 0 seconds IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Q'luin (#20822) 5 hours 11 seconds IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Tiarla (#20907) 4 hours 25 seconds IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Carolyna (#20852) 12 hours 58 seconds IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Tiago (#20888) 5 hours a minute IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Marryn (#20361) 56 minutes 2 minutes IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Mika (#20761) 3 hours 2 minutes IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Theresana (#20753) 12 hours 4 minutes IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Marjani (#20945) 40 minutes 4 minutes IW: The Klah Pot (#13444)
Aldon (#20930) 20 days 7 minutes OOC: DF Information Center (HUB)
Total: 10 players, 9 of whom have been active recently. a.m.
OOC: Q'luin says "Someone needs to log the @who. ;)"

Tiarla starts off with the giggling again. Though it's because Tiago did the whole 'manly man' flexing thing rather then the fact that she took off his shirt. Said laughter trails off when she's whispered to and she smirks in response, not yet leaning forward to grab her refreshed drink yet. And ooooooh, look! He's even truth or daring the Lord Holder. What fun this is! That must be what she murmurs in return to Qi.

"I'll have a go, then," says Marjani as she leans in for a turn at rolling the dice. Even though she rolled her eyes quite pronouncedly at the flexing the guard did. At the results, she shrugs lightly and takes another swig, rolling back her shoulders. She catches the movement of Q'luin and turns her eyes distinctly in the other direction as he whispers to Tiarla—and then there's a certain uncomfortableness in her posture as Marryn is chosen as the next one to answer. Still, she keeps her eyes on him as they all (presumably) wait for his descision.

Marryn blinks, surprised to be addressed so quickly. And after a bad roll too - this can't be good. One hand rises to rake back through long-ish bangs while he eyes Tiago critically a few seconds. What's the worst that could happen? "Alright. Dare." Hands fall to rest at his waist, stance firmly awaiting the decision. His lips remain set, ghosted by a grin of anticipation. Surely male support will come into play, right?

Sort of male support. Tiago crosses his arms over his bare chest, partly glad to be rid of the garment due to the rising warmth of the room with all these people now packed into the Klah Pot. "Well looks like as the only man around here still wearing a shirt, you need to take yours off too!" the guard informs the Lord Holder, a vastly amused grin on his face. Q'luin tossed his own off voluntarily quite some time ago and it's currently being used as a table rag.

Emilia has no idea why Marjani is nervous and so she leans in the girl's direction and stage whispers rather bluntly, "Why are you nervous of him? He's like the same as a Weyrleader which is one step above a bronzerider and you never get nervous of them else you're doomed." Good advice. Listen up. Her finger waggles in the general direction of Marryn but she looks down at her empty juice glass, before it snaps back up again, curls springing. She's going to give herself whiplash. "Comparisons!"

Carolyna takes a large swig of her spiked juice before whistling at the dare. "Good, more to look at," she states as the drink gets to her, if it hadn't already.

A sudden cough heralds a burning flush to burnished features, followed by an exaggerated wince. Tiarla is given a long perusing gaze through watering eyes, but Q'luin is quick to shake off whatever it is that 'got him'. Sniffing himself back into the power of testosterone, the rider diverts his attention to peer at Marjani, black gaze piercing with a strange intensity. The woman in his lap's ear is overtaken again with a hushed conversation.

Tiarla arches an eyebrow at the bronzerider's cough, but is also quick to give an easy agreement to whatever is whispered at her and she makes a shooing motion when she stands up for a moment. "Wha? Comparison's? Is that another dice game?" she wonders, her eyes looking suspiciously glassy there. Yup, she sure better sit down again and fast!

Oh dark brows rise at that one - promising Tiago a sound beating later for that one. Still, it could've been worse. Turns of lectures on the correct social behavior for a young Lord ring warning bells in his head - and are happily dismissed. He never did like those classes anyway. Shrugging, he unbuttons the few fasteners that front his crisp, white shirt and pulls the whole thing over his head. In subtle deference to decorum he doesn't make a show of it, but spreads his arms briefly afterwards, canting his head as if for Tiago's acceptance of the dare.

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Brown …&… Brilliant Green

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Gold …&… Dazzling Green

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Blue …&… Brilliant Bronze

Marjani looks a bit startled to be addressed, for all that she's made herself part of this group, one way or another. "I'm not nervous of him. I'm…" she shifts a bit closer to Emilia so she doesn't have to broadcast to the entire party, "I'm just … ill at ease to be around someone so high ranking in such a casual place." Hold born and Craft raised, this one. "Especially not knowing him." She looks across at the man at the wrong time and… quickly downs the rest of her more-than-juice. She misses Q'luin's gaze, probably for the best.

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Green …&… Beautiful Blue

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Brown …&… Intense Blue

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Gold …&… Spectacular Green

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Dazzling Blue

Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Blue …&… Baleful Red Eye

Carolyna another swig and Caro rolls the dice, grimacing at her roll. "Aye, I think yeh win, Sana," she states with a crooked grin.

Tiago does indeed accept that display, that broad grin of his directed at the now shirtless Lord Holder. However if Marryn thinks he'll extract revenge physically, he might have a harder time of it than simply removing a shirt. Tiago's a trained guard after all and not a slouch at that. The dice are cast and he looks back across the table at the candidate. "Looks like Theresana's up once more." Does that mean it's time to pass out more drinks? At least there's plenty to be had.

Theresana rolls, and leans back before watching the rest of the rolls. She hasn't won yet, she won't now, right? Wrong. Caro's comment brings her to sitting strait up, and she nearly /squeeks/, "Me?" But then she's looking around for a likely victem. Ah, Carolyna. "Truth or dare, Caro."

When Tiarla stands, Q'luin is quick to follow, offering her the warm empty chair before strolling toward Marjani. The gaze he plies her with holds no less power, but might loose a bit of its strength due to the naked torso. Who takes a man with no shirt seriously? Marryn is about to find out, apparently. "Smith? You're a smith right? Too many in these parts, I say. Got a moment?"

Carolyna blinks. "Oh ho, and here I thought I'd get outta this game unscathed," she states, levelling her gaze upon Sana as she finishes her mug of spiked juice, time for more. "Dare me," she states, raising a brow in a 'give it your best shot' manner.

Marjani gets another bad roll, and idly looks into the bottom of her glass as a distraction from looking at shirtless men. Not that, all things considered, she hasn't seen her fair share of shirtlessness. This idea of not looking at the men is dashed all to pieces. She looks up at Q'luin, "Yes sir, though I can't comment on how many Smiths there are about," well she could, "I don't seem to be required for the game." Her posture straightens as she speaks, though she deposits her glass on the table. She keeps her eyebrows aloft, albeit in a 'ready' expression rather than an incredulous one. "What is it you need?"

Tiarla falls back into the newly freed chair gratefully, lest she topple forward instead and right onto the dice table. That would be rather more undignified then she's already managed. Just wait'll she wakes up with a killer hangover and finds Tiago to take it out on. "Make it a good one too!" she encourages, to 'Sana. Because obviously, the more debauchery the better at this point!

Aadi arrives from the Lower Caverns.

"You passed a bronze dragon on your way in," probably many many, "and you caught his eye." Q'luin looks the woman up and down, but the snide remark waiting behind those scarred lips remains behind them. Instead he retains a professional tone, "There's no accounting for taste," oops, apparently it did slip out, even if placed with a skilled tongue. A challenging sleek brow shoots upwards as the bronzerider peers at Marjani.

Now that he's officially in the game Marryn chooses a seat, perching himself on the back of Emilia's poofy chair. Why her? Random chance of location and comfort - and perhaps because the whispering going on between her and the other young lady beside her makes him slightly curious. His fancy shirt is rolled into a ball and thrown at Tiago, along with a wink when the man looks his way. Feeling a light tap on his arm he turns to find the server has finally arrived and he accepts the drink with thanks, unable to resist a flirtacious flexing when she glances at his chest. Deep southern tan is complimented by firm musculature thanks to his tendency for hands-on outdoor projects.

Theresana bites her lip. What to dare, what to dare. Hrm… She spots a trundlebug going along the base of a wall near them, and points, "Okay, then. Caro, your dare is to go get that trundlebug, bring it over here, and kiss it." Not the best dare, but Sana's not one for creativeness when drunk, apparantly.

Carolyna quickly holds up her mug. "Tiago! We need more of that spectacular juice of yers," she states with a grin before returning her empty mug to the table and turning her attention towards Sana. "Well, c'mon, give it to me," she states, not yet slurring her words, as of yet. She's only downed two cups of the fine liquid, and Bitrans are certainly capable of holding their alcohol. "Theresana," she pauses as she hears the dare. "That is the nastiest dare I have ever heard in my entire life. I may be a Bitran, but I am most certainly above making out with a.. a… BUG," she states as she squashes herself as far into her chair as she can and crosses her arms over her chest. Good thing her glass isn't in her hand, or it'd undoubtedly be shattered at this point.

"Dare's a dare." Tiago calls out to Carolyn as the girl appears to be resisting the dare. Another tossed shirt is way gets added to the back of is as he barely manages to catch this one. Heck, both extra shirts are of a much nicer make than his own. Maybe he should keep them? But another round is brought, the spiked juice set out for all with an empty glass though he hasn't actually done more than sip from his second one. It's amazing some of these girls haven't fallen under the table yet.

Marjani looks first confused "I caught his…?" and then as if she would /really/ like to look offended but won't let herself. Years of expereince with sometimes less than charming ranking Crafters combined with a certain respect for authorityeven shirtless, tactless authority, holds her gaze steady and her tongue still. Well, it keeps her from being /too/ sassy. "I see," she glimpses the action of the game from the corner of her eye, but her attention is fairly focused. "What taste is it that there's no accounting for?" Her eyebrows come down, and she holds his gaze. Wait, wasn't she shy a moment ago?

Emilia manages a rather head swooshy dip forward to collect another glass of 'juice', though she has to brace one palm on the table to do it. When she comes back she's embraced in the warmth of the poofy chair and finds her head tilted back to look up at the shirtless Lord. "Well then, hello there," and fingers waggle with a smile. A head shift causes her to glance over at Thersana, "Well that's just stupid!"

Tiarla sputters with laughter. She just can't help herself. "A… a .. trundlebug?" she wheezes, holding onto her sides to help contain her laughter. "Least I rate better, since she let me plant one on her." the candidate declares, reaching near blindly for her glass again - and casting a back over her shoulder at some of the other exchanges going on.

Slipping in from the lower caverns, Aadi finds an assemblage of Candidates and others—though she doesn't quite seem to process them as 'others' just yet. "I got better'n 'at, Caro!" she calls merrily, lifting both hands, two bottles in each. "You're more'n welcome t'it if'n I c'n join whatever t'is you're playin' at." She steps in further, cheeks flushed and spies Lord Marryn perched on the back of a chair. "Marryn! Haven't seen y'since I got back from th' timin' an' sorts. Hear y've gotten a new lady-love, yeah?" She giggles then. "Too bad y'had t'go an' pick one o' th' few women what despise an' hate me. Ah well. Means I'll be seein' less o' you even than I would now. Sad tale, but y'had t'settle in someday, yeah?"

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Baleful Red Eye …&… Spectacular Gold

Carolyna is /not/ budging. "I don't care, Tiago, it's nasty, it's disgusting, and just because the girl hates my guts for no reason, is absoloutly no reason to try to get me to make out with a nasty l'il bug," is stated, simply. "Tiarla, you rate much better, you kiss better'n most I've kissed, too," is stated with a crooked smirk, her lips are loosened, at the very least.

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Green …&… Hideous Red Star

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Brown …&… Beautiful Bronze

Tiarla rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Blue …&… Beautiful Bronze

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Gold …&… Dazzling Blue

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Gold …&… Spectacular Blue

Aadi rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Gold …&… Baleful Red Eye

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Bronze …&… Baleful Red Eye

Tiago rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Brown …&… Brilliant Bronze

"Taste, you know - " Q'luin waves a feckless hand to indicate her 'whole and entire'. Shrugging it off with a slanting sluff of a shoulder, the bronzerider rambles aimlessly on, "Zhoreth has none, apparently, but he's wondering if you have it in you to tolerate the heat of the Istan sands? —- There's nothing like sweating out the dead of summer in the hatching caverns." A pointed flick of a brow tilts the tall man's head to the side as he awaits Marjani's answer.

Carolyna hmms. "So, who's winnin it, looks like Marj and Sana are tied," she states, simply, rather ignoring the fact that she hasn't done her dare.

Theresana looks at Caro, "You picked dare, you do the dare. Or, I guess, you could change to truth, if you want." She looks back to the dice. Oh, great. Oh! but there's a tie. She turns to Marjani, "You can have it if you want, or we could re roll."

Her nostrils flare, but Marjani just lets her mouth go all thin rather than interupt what it is the man is saying. She stills her right arm with her left when the whole of it is out, before replying slowly. "So I'm to Stand, then." It's not a question. "That's… that's fine." Not that there's a lot of choice in it, but either way she seems to have accepted this turn of fate. She nods once, and then kind of just stands there all awkwardly unsure of what to do until the dice come around. "Tie breaking role, then?" She's visiably relieved to be focusing on Theresana, though maybe it would be nice if it sank in that she just became a candidate. Or something like that.

Carolyna smirks and lets her dark gaze settle upon Sana. "I don't care, when you start comin' up with better dares, then I'll do em, so far you 'aven't, so I don't give a wherry's behind," she states in an all too stubborn manner. "Though I'll take the truth, to keep with the spirit of the game."

Marryn tips back his newly acquired mug for a sampling taste, his preferences tending toward sweeter varieties after growing up on Boll's fruity fare. Whatever it is appears to meet his approval only somewhat, and having noted the group's 'special' brew he opts for a refill of that instead. Leaning forward toward the table he notes Emilia's greeting and grins downward, giving her a rolling, "Hello indeed." And then a familiar voice is heard and he glances over his shoulder, loosing a hearty laugh. "Aadi! You look well." He skirts her mention of Fort's excursion, the whole idea never having sat well with his hold-bred senses, and instead waves an arm for her to join the group. "And you come well prepared, as always." For the moment her other comment goes unremarked as well, not knowing anything about a dispute between the two women. Shirtless and drinking amidst a rowdy group of riders ought to be plenty to raise her curiosity and foster all sorts of interesting new rumors.

Emilia tsks at Marjani as she listens in to Q'luin, "No more booze for you. Have some juice instead," and the table is waved at. Igen just gets snorted at and she narrows her gaze, "You know, bronzes are not supposed to be very good at searching." Suspicion sits on her face for a while until she takes another sip and she'll twist in her chair and hook legs over the arm, showing way too much leg, even for a weyrbred girl.

"Aye, Marryn. I was raised better'n t'come t'a party empty-handed. S'bad manners, yeah?" She offers him a wolfish grin then, openly admiring the bare chest for a moment before shaking herself. "Mm, too bad not all o' Pern's as loose as us weyrfolk. Y'are a sight f'sore eyes, 'Ryn." She snags a comfy armchair and pulls it up next to Emilia's chair. "I even brought th' sweet stuff y'like, 'Ryn. Aren't y'lucky?"
That was totally Aadi.

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Blue …&… Spectacular Gold

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Gold …&… Beautiful Bronze

"Ah, well good then, my duty is done," and in the next instant Q'luin is sauntering back toward his chair. The fantastically bright tattoo of the Igen sun is shinning brightly black on his back as he turns his back on her. A thought, or a dragon thought, rocks his alcohol-thick skull and the man turns briefly to attend it, or her, "These ones will help you find the barracks and the cot you'll likely need, unless you hardy Smiths prefer sleeping on stone." Quickly the candidate's present is ticked off with a finger, including the newcomer Aadi. Marjani is then promptly ignored as the rider leans hard on the back of Tiarla's chair.

"I think since the room's spinning, s'time for me to go." Tia decides, using Q'luin's shoulder as her steadying device so that she can stand up to start her wobble out of the room. Wheeeeeeee!

Marjani murmurs something like 'not much difference between them, is there?' before giving the dice another go. As she loses, she finds an empty chair around the table and sort've inches a new glass her way. Over the top of it, she eyes Emilia. "Well if they are, I'll simply go home after the eggs are hatched, won't I?" Apparently she's been thinly insulted enough times to shelve a bit of her manners. "No loss to you either way, I imagine."

Tiago gets up as the debate over rolling continues amongst the candidates. The guardsman leaves instructions at the bar that any further drinks will of course be 'tailored' just a bit. Quietly he scoops up the shirts like trophies and heads sneakily towards the exit before too many can notice or stop him. Now Lord Marryn'll have to explain why he's returning without some of his clothing later. That should get interesting. The smirk on his face reappears as he notices his cousin's tipsy condition, so the man slips away, amused that the night went as planned or better.

Q'luin wraps an arm around Tiarla's waist, "You alright? Too much - juice?" The sly grin latches eyes onto her empty glass, and then bounds to his less-than-empty one. Hmmm. "You need help to your cot?" A suggestive nod has him walking her that way, and on through the door as he calls back, "Keep my seat warm!"

Hey! Theresana looks over, saying, semi- (okay, mostly) out-of-it, "I just asked you a dare, I couldn't think very well, and picked the first thing I saw. If there was a feline in here, I'd of dared you to kiss it. But, truth…" She trails off. "Which of the girls here would you most like to kiss? And not on the cheek, /kiss/ kiss." She doesn't wait for a responce, leaning forwards and rolling for the tie, sighing slightly as she wins again, and looking around for her nex victim.

Carolyna sits, arms crossed, as she fairly glowers at Sana, only occasionally moving to take a sip of her recently refreshed juice mug. "Well, c'mon, you suck at dares, you best have a good truth to ask of me," is stated in a simple tone. "Oy," she fair blushes for a moment. "Well, Tia just left, so I can't say her, though she is a good kisser," she looks about the crowd, eyes eventually settling on one female in particular. "Aadi!" Didn't take her long to answer that now, did it?

Emilia leans in towards Marjani again, "Not off mine no. But then I don't have a knot." In other words, not a victim to the sands. She'll finish off her second glass and wrinkle her nose again as the Smith's argue.

"Hang on, wha?" Aadi's head whips around at the sound of her name. "What now, Caro? I brought th'drink. Y'be wantin' some? That it?"

Carolyna grins in Aadi's direction. "Sana asked me who of the females of this group I'd like to kiss, really kiss, not cheek crap. I said you, tha' okay? Or would you rather kiss a trundlebug?" she questions with a raised brow and a laugh.

Theresana nods, and finds her next victim. "Aadi, truth or dare?" She watches, sipping, and finishing her second mug of spiked juice.

Aadi snorts. "Oh s'at all? Shards, Caro. I don' mind t'all." She winks playfully. "Y'aren't too bad on th' eyes once y'get past the Smith dirt." And then her attention goes to Theresana. "Hmm…dare."

The candidate barracks isn't all that far, so Q'luin rebounds back to the mix within a blink or two. His chair is regained, as is the drink, flask fortified even in a matter of seconds. "What'd I miss?" comes the rhetorical question as the bronzerider gazes about to catch up. Dice. Still sitting in the same place as when he left - this furrows a brow.

Carolyna brandishes her mug at Aadi. "I clean up good, yeh should know that, yeh nutter," she states before taking another swig of her juice. Ooh, dare, this should be interesting. "Nuthing, Q'luin, no darin' yet… we're waitin for Sana to dare Aadi to do somethin'."

Marjani downs about half of her glass in one go, feeling a bit out of sorts. "Then it doesn't matter." She turns her head to watch… well, her fellow candidates. And now she laughs, albeit a bit too loudly as though she is trying to prove that she is amused and not at all uncomfortable. Still, she blushes, although it isn't overly visible against her dark skin.

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Dazzling Bronze

Theresana nods, "Okay". She eyes the trundlebug for a long moment or two, but decides against it, "Kiss, and not on the cheek, one of the girls playing. Your pick which one." Then she waits for which girl gets picked.

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Bronze …&… Spectacular Bronze

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Baleful Red Eye …&… Beautiful Bronze

Aadi rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Green …&… Baleful Red Eye

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Gold …&… Dazzling Gold

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Green …&… Beautiful Bronze

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Green …&… Brilliant Gold

Carolyna quirks a brow. "What's this, we all into kissin' girls these days?" she questions eyeing Sana. "'least it's better'n a trundlebug…"

The dice are rolled, a familiar dare trundles across the table toward Aadi and catches Q'luin's puckered attention as he hits the flask directly rather than the waterdowned juice glass. Fingers scruff through the lengthening black hair as a yawn trolls its way out. The metallic clanking of the decorative silver on his black boots sounds in the air as ankles cross under the table.

Emilia eyes the dice suspiciously, she won? This doesn't happen often. An eyebrow will raise as she sweeps the room wondering who to ask. "Well you candidates are sort of annoying, so that leaves me with either the one in front of me or the one behind me." Decisions decisions, and then she grins, "Hurry up and kiss someone, I want to pick." A week bit of a cranky drunk.

Marryn is oblivious to the thieving of his shirt, quite comfortably lounging behind Emilia and Marjani and enjoying the view while sipping his drink. Aadi's offer garners a wide smile, not to mention a good excuse to do something he really really shouldn't - over-indulge. "You wonderful woman! It's like you knew I'd be here," he beams, retrieving one of the offered skins and brushing a light kiss on her cheek. Lowering his voice slightly as he sits again, he tells her, "I'll return the favor by recommending the current fare. A 'specialty', I believe." And that's putting it mildly. As if to support is description, or at least it's results, Aadi gets called into a dare. Sitting back a bit, Marryn just grins while awaiting the results.

"One o' th' girls huh?" Aadi thinks a moment and then grins /wickedly/. Setting the bottles she brought on the floor by her feet, she stands fairly steadily and walks over by Q'luin's chair. With a fighter's reflexes she holds his chinsurprisingly gentleand tilts it up as she leans down to give him a rather lewd and…frighteningly skillful kiss. Pulling back with a feline's grin and a wink, she stands up straight and flops back into her chair, looking supremely satisfied. "What?" she asks, looking around her all innocence. "He /looks/ like a girl…"

"If you call him a he, he's not a girl." Not that Sana really minds, she's settling back in her chair, more than content to simply watch again.

Aadi says, "She, then. So picky."

Carolyna outright /laughs/ as Q'luin is on the receiving end of Aadi's kiss. "Oh! Aadi! That's dreadfully hilarious," is stated with a crooked grin. "Is she any good, Q'luin," she asks with snicker. "Enquiring mind want to know… er… minds, want to know, I'm sure there's more than one mind that wants to know…" she stumbles, slightly, over her words.

Marryn does two things in short order after Aadi's antics. First, he nearly falling off his comfy perch, then chokes on the drink he was having. It sprays over the girls in front of him most unpleasantly, and embarrassing for the chivalrous young man. Swiping one arm across his face he muffles an apology, righting the mug quickly before he does any further damage. Not so quick to push back long-ish bangs as usual, he uses them to help hide his expression somewhat and has to struggle to straighten out the smirk that twists his lips.

Q'luin is caught up in the kiss, hand coming up to cup the back of Aadi's head until she breaks away. He's even up for the joke until she actually voices it, and then the mood alters drastically on the young rider's dusky features. Clouds, it's clouds that roll in, black ones, and they are spiked with bolts of light that stab through the black of his eyes. This narrows in to focus on Aadi, silently targeting her for future wicked endeavors that have nothing to do with sultry kisses. You've been marked, Sorta-Barlord. Wordlessly so.

Emilia is rained on, from above, and it smells rather odd too. She'll push back the frizzy mop and frown upwards. Well that rules that one out and her head comes down with a scowl, "Igen, Truth or Dare?"

Marjani frowns, not out of ire but mostly because it's almost suddenly taking longer for her to think than it normally does. "Wonder what's in this, then…" she muses quietly, apparently not used to getting buzzed so quickly. She reaches her right hand up to rub the top of her head, but almost directly afterward takes another swig. "Q'luin, then." she is thinking outloud, but to herself at least. "Didn't ask /my/ name, I noticed." She snorts and trains her eyes onMarryn, because his drink is now occupying her person. Mortification crosses her face. "It's notit's fine." She seeks something to mop up the mess with. Too bad all the extra shirts seem to have been spirited away.

Grinning up at Marryn, Aadi blows a bit of bang out of her face and chuckles. "What? Y'want one too?" She glances over at Q'luin there with a ready smile, thinking he's in on the joke. Boy is /she/ in for a surprise. "Aw c'mon, Cranky Pants. Y'don't /really/ look like a girl. Just a bit o' harmless fun…" Sighing, she turns back to Marryn muttering under her breath. "Can't do nothin' right…"

Igen is still burning, simmering fires in his eyes traveling to Emilia as she commands him with the familiar call-sign. "Truth, because I ain't kissing Marryn and you guys seem to have no imagination." The bitter backlash from Aadi is whipped toward the one Q'luin calls 'Curly'.

Emilia lifts an eyebrow back at the man, smile way to fake. "Alright Igen," and her gaze narrow and meanly, "you've been all talk and no action since the day I arrived. What's your problem anyways?" It is a question, though she doubts he'll answer.

Q'luin rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Beautiful Bronze

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Brown …&… Dazzling Brown

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Bronze …&… Hideous Red Star

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Blue …&… Beautiful Blue

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Dazzling Gold …&… Dazzling Brown

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Gold …&… Brilliant Brown

Aadi rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Brilliant Bronze

Xanathos rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Bronze …&… Beautiful Blue

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Brown …&… Beautiful Blue

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Beautiful Brown

Marryn isn't nearly drunk enough to have completely lost his manners. He pats his chest a moment, realizing he has nothing to offer as a towel - not even his shirt. Which in turn makes him realize that Tiago is gone - with his shirt. His jaw works a moment. Now that's going to be interesting. He doesn't worry overmuch though, assuming he can scrounge a shirt somewhere before he leaves. In a slightly forward gesture for not knowing them, he does lean to pat each lady's shoulder lightly in a wordless bid for apology. Getting more physical with each passing drink, he follows that up with a quick squeeze for Aadi as she returns within arm-reach mumbling to herself.

Theresana rolls her dice, ties, and rolls again. Her turn, again. So… next victim! Hrm. She just asked her, but even so- she didn't refuse, like Caro. And she copped out a bit, too, really. "Aadi, truth or dare?"

Carolyna chuckles. "Sana 'gain, you be'er have somethin' good up yer sleeve, smith, or you'll be disgracin' us all," she states with a shake of her head and a swig of her drink. With that her attention turns to Quill, accompanied by a quirked brow.

"Shardit!" Aadi hears the question again and frowns. "Well since I can't seem t'/do/ anythin' without makin' /somebody/ mad, I'll go wi' truth."

"Shardit!" Aadi hears the question again and frowns. "Well since I can't seem t'/do/ anythin' without makin' /somebody/ mad, I'll go wi' truth." Marryn's squeeze earns him a saucy grin and a return squeeze, leaning his way as she gets more comfortable in her chair. "Unless y'got a dare in 'ere what won't get folk mad at me for doin'."

Carolyna laughs. "Truth or dare, Aads, yeh can' just pick em both an' hope fer the best, yeh know," Caro states, grinning wickedly.

Quietly Q'luin stashes the flask, and for a moment even looks around for his shirt, but it's nowhere to be found. All the while Emilia is left waiting, and anyone else who might be interested in the answer to the question plied to the Igenite. Chair shoved back as he stands, the leanly muscular rider banks around the table to where Emilia is sitting, baring down on her with a skill born of turns of training, and the speed akin to one of his desert ilk. Darkly, he states, "Not enough sex," as an answer, followed up with a kiss that is applied with the expertise that tells a wholly different story. When he pulls away, lips are sucked for lingering flavor, and words are flung as the bronzerider strides from the room, "Look me up when you finish growing up, Curly." A gesture is made on his bare chest to suggest she is lacking in this area. Laughter is all that is left of Q'luin as he disappears into the lower caverns. Goodnight.

Theresana blinks. "Ummm… Was that truth, or dare?" Theresana is confused, for that was a rather confusing question, from her point of view. "It's rather confusing when you say both."

Marjani has resigned herself to drying off the parts of her that she can with her shirt (and inadvertantly exposing her stomach more than once in the process, to be sure) and just wearing a damp shirt until this one dries. At the pat of her shoulder, she tenses, but nods at Marryn briefly. Still, she can't quite manage a smile, and turns back toward the table, rubbing one of her eyes and considering finishing her drink. The result of this consideration? An empty glass and a kind of glazed-over look. "Well I say nobody who hasn't got a quarrel or a crush ever has a good question for 'truth'," comments Marjani, apparently part of the conversation now (though she addresses mostly the air over Carolyna's ear).

Tossing a flask at Caro, Aadi glares after Q'luin's retreating form. "Don' see what was s'wrong with /my/ kisses," she grumbles to herself before lifting her chin defiantly and glaring at Theresana. "Dare," she growls, her voice more feline than woman for just that one word.

Carolyna catches the flask and laughs slightly. "Well, I doubt there was anythin' wrong with her kisses, Aadi, he just didn't appreciate it," is stated with a laugh before a grin is turned upon Marjani. "Y'know, I think yer right," she offers with a nod of her head and a laugh. "Ooh! Sana, you have to…" and she pauss to whisper in San's ear.

"I'm sorry I was just looking for. I ah, I'm sorry but have you seen. Err ah excuse me but." With a hand up and a finger raised Xanathos attempts to ask person after person err well something. But each time the soft spoken lad doesn't manage to get the persons attention before they have walked past him. Finally he gives up with a sigh and finds a bit of wall to lean against. "So much for the whole finding, I swear I just I…" Another sigh and he lets his eyes wander over to see what all the noise is about.

The kiss while receiving a passing grade leaves Emilia snorting, and her eyes roll upwards when she begins to giggle. "Your leer is better," she'll holler at the departing back of the bronzerider. She does look a wee bit ticked off though.

Curious as always, a large bronze flitter looks up from his napping perch in one of the walls and glides over to where Xanathos is leaning, crooning a soft and almost tentative greeting to the newcomer in this Den of Sin.

Marryn spies a server coming within range and hops up to snatch the cloth lying over her shoulder. Reclaiming his seat he tries to do the gentlemanly thing and offer to assist those he's showered (which was entirely Aadi's fault, by the way). Reaching from his angle above and behind them, he dabs heads, shoulders, and yes, he even drops lower for the occasional stray droplet that may have wandered chest-ward. Alcohol-heightened kindness is in high-form this evening.

Theresana gulps. Uh-oh. Her eyes widen, and her ideas seem to dissapear. She looks about for ideas, but then Caro's whispering in her ear. Her eyes widen even more, and she spins to look at Caro, "Wha…!" before turning back to Aadi, a hint of apprehension clearly visible in her eyes even with being drunk, and says, "Your dare is to…" she looks at Caro once more, before finishing, "Take off your shirt, like the guys did."

Emilia watches with a mild puzzled look as she gets dabbed by the Lord Holder. She'll frown and peer down at her chest and then pull out the neckline of her tunic and offer it up for Marryn, "Excuse me." Polite inquiry at its best, "While there are certainly no melons down there, wouldn't you think those are the equivalent to a pair of healthy redfruit?" Grow up indeed.

Carolyna grins, rather wickedly, and raises a brow towards Aadi. "You said dare," she points out, ready to argue, just in case Aadi should decide to back out of this dare, not that she's one to speak.

Marjani opens her mouth. Marjani closes her mouth. Marjani fairly radiates heatembarassment and ire. She moves as his hand wanders twisting around, "/Thank you/, Lord Holder, but I believe I am fine now." She looks sideways at Emilia and … giggles? No, she coughs. Certainly, that's the noise she makes. "Well mine ah" now she /actually/ coughs. "That is I am sure she could use more help than I." Marjani turns back around and… goes to scoot her chair but just ends up looking boogle-eyed at Theresana.

Aadi snorts and then shrugs. "Fine, then. If'n that's all y'd like I'm not gonna argue." She shakes her head and unbuckles her belt, setting it on the chair behind her before grabbing the hem of her tunic and pulling it off over her head. That too, is laid behind her. Her breasts are bound tight to her chest and there's a knife holster on one shoulder. The band she removes without hesitationand there's much more than redfruits there, dear, healthy or notbut the knife causes her some grief. Finally she sighs and—reminding herself that she's still not unarmed, she removed the holster and blade. Now there's quite a nice pile behind her and you'd think she's done. But on impulse, she pulls the bands out of her hair and shakes it loose, red curls falling past her shoulders. Pulling it all to one side she sits back in her chair and crosses her legs, grabbing one of the skins and taking a good-sized swig. "There. Now that y've wasted y'dare…"

Carolyna watches Aadi go topless, and whistles. "Right… le's roll the dice," she states, grabbing the dice, and dropping them onto the table top.

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Beautiful Brown …&… Spectacular Bronze

Aadi rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Bronze …&… Spectacular Bronze

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Spectacular Gold

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Brown …&… Spectacular Brown

If she's going to offer, he's going to look. Marryn leans a bit forward to aid his view and quirks dark brows at the owner of self-described redfruit. "You haven't seen southern-grown redfruit, have you?" A gracious 'You're welcome' is tacked on for Marjani seated next to Emilia as duty is seen as fulfilled, even if overmuch on his part.

Xanathos rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Baleful Red Eye …&… Spectacular Green

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Bronze …&… Hideous Red Star

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Gold …&… Dazzling Blue

Marjani takes the opportunity of her bad roll to cover her face and mutter, "Shards and shells."

Theresana, though, avoids Marjani's stare by sinking into her chair, her legs drawn up before her, and her face half hidden in her empty mug. She reaches out to blindly roll the dice, but then she's back to the contemplations of her empty cup.

A small smile and a touch to his brow in a sort of wave/salute if offered to the large brown flitter. "Seems like I got someone's attention after all. Thou somehow I don't think you'll be able to answer my question I appreciate the er greeting? I think it was a greeting." He looks over at the growing lack of skin obstructions. "But then again I'm not sure I'd want to know what was going on even if you could tell me."

Emilia will turn and glare up at Marryn and hotly retort, "They are perfectly adequate." Her arms cross her chest now to keep her tunic splayed down. She annoyed look will sweep the candidates, "I can make you all do latrine duty for the rest of the time till the eggs hatch." A petulant pout returns to the man not far down on the list below Igen, "Truth or Dare!"

The big bronze-not a brown here thanks!chirrups his agreement, almost sounding amused. Though a fond lookif a firelizard can look fond—is shot to the now topless redhead, a low croon sent her way. Rhett knows his mistress.

Marryn may be somewhat drunk, but he's less far gone than most others in the room thanks to his lean muscular build. Still, he'll note Aadi's display more boldly than he should. No one can blame him, right? Dragging his attention back to front and center, he gives Emilia a wolfish grin. "Dare," he says calmly, tilting his head slightly.

Carolyna chuckles. "Yay! Another dare!" she states as she tries to swivel her head a near full 180 degrees, to no avail, instead she lets her gaze fall about the table… Marj, Emilia, Sana, Aadi, table. Cause the table is better to look at then the half-nekkid candidate.

Theresana still sits, half hidden in her soft chair, and not planning on coming out. Unless of course, she has to, due to being dared again, or winning the roll again.

Marryn straightens on his perch and crosses his arms, still staring downward smugly at Emilia. Bring it on.

Aadi reaches over to poke Marryn in the arm. "Oh quit lookin' s'high an' mighty, 'Ryn. Y'll scare 'er."

Emilia's nose crinkles and she'll snort softly. She does that alot, drunk and not drunk too. "Alright then." Her gaze sweeps the room and she narrows her eyes at Carolyna, Thersana, Marjani, Aadi and the new guy. And how the heck he showed up is completely beyond her, so he earns a double take, "Just who the heck are you anyways?" Back to the task at hand, "Kiss Marjani." Nothing like a quick way to earn friends in low places. "Or me, but I'll compare you to your brother so be warned." Not that she ever actually kissed Amarik, but he doesn't know that.

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Bronze …&… Brilliant Brown

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Intense Blue

Aadi rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Brown …&… Hideous Red Star

Marjani mostly tries not to look at anyone's boobs and awaits the outcome of this round by focusing on the man talking to a firelizard. If you can call sort of tilting her head to the side and looking confused in that direction —oh, but now she's heard her name. So she looks confused in that direction instead. "What." Also not a question.

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Baleful Red Eye …&… Beautiful Brown

Marryn rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Baleful Red Eye …&… Brilliant Gold

Xanathos rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Gold …&… Dazzling Green

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Spectacular Bronze …&… Spectacular Brown

Emilia roll Dice. They roll off your fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Blue …&… Intense Blue

Theresana rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Brilliant Green …&… Spectacular Gold

Carolyna laughs at the dare before picking up the dice and rolling. "Oh, bugger, the red star of DOOOOOM," is stated, with a simple laugh as she sinks back into her seat, and empties off her mug. "Right then, did Tig leave anymore o fthat juice'f 'is?"

Aadi says, "I threw y'a skin, Caro! Finish it already?"

Carolyna blinks, and looks down at the skin in her lap. Picking it up the smith shakes it. "Nope! 'S still full," is noted with a grin, as she opens it and takes a swig of it. "This is better'n the juice."

Emilia glances over at the new guy then, though she's not sure he can speak, since she hasn't heard much. But she's also a little looped and still cranky as all get out. Gone is her perkiness, there is no bright cheery smile. Even her hair is lacking its usual bounce thanks to the spit Lord above her. A furious growl, "Truth or Dare new guy?"

Marryn loses his fine-tuned control for a second to chuckle at Aadi, slipping her a wink before returning his dark gaze to Emilia. Her dare only loosens that challenging stance and raises dark brows again. "That's a dare? Does she bite or something?" Not waiting for a reply he leans forward, angling himself over Marjani's dark head and reaches a hand down to tip her chin upward. No light brush called for - no light brush delivered. The kiss lingers a few moments before Marryn breaks off, giving her a genuine smile as he sits back up. Finding Emilia's gaze again he winks. "My kind of dare. I'll give you one too if you feel left out." As the gaming continues he laughs and retrieves his drink.

Xanathos smile droops as just a hint of frown mixes in, "You certainly keep some strange company." He offers to the flitter of bronze colorings before his attention seems to be demanded. "Err I am, I ah, er I'm Xanathos. I was kind of sort of looking for Meld…" He gets about that far before he notices Emilia's attention has wandered off. So he turns his attention back to the flit, "Well they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves at… Wha what?" He asks with a start looking back to Emilia, "Ah er Da Dare or what?"

Aadi snorts. "You'll never change, will ye, 'Ryn?" She chuckles and drinks from her skin. "S'much th' better, yeah?" Letting her head loll to the side so she can face himnevermind the red hair in her faceshe grins wolfishly and stretched. "Well what if /I/ feel left out?" A chuckle then, soft and low. "Don't see y'for /turns/ an' all I get's a kiss on th' cheek. A girl could get to thinkin' you don' like 'er n'more."

Rhett chirr-croons a response of some kind before settling on Xanathos' shoulder and watching the proceedings out of one faceted eye.

Carolyna eyes Marryn. "Now what kinda kiss is that, Lord?" she questions, shaking her head. "I could kiss better'n you just did," yes, she believes she most certainly can, don't dash her of her dream.

Emilia tosses the dare to the candidates, "You choose and have your worst with him." She struggles to her feet, wobbling quite a bit as the room spins. If she even attempted a bouncy exit, her nose would plant itself into the floor. "Good night." A hand gets waved as concentration needs to occur, one foot in front of the other, repeat.

Marjani is probably not the best kiss the Lord has ever had, considering she how she goes a bit slack at his touch. Which is to say, she does not return or rebel against the kiss, and in fact afterward mostly concerns herself with rubbing her jaw. It doesn't look like she's in pain, but mostly just confused. Carolyna gets a slow, not-all-there look and a matter of fact. "It wasn't bad." Brr.

Carolyna grins. "Well, seein as Emilia was so kind as to throw the dare open to us…. Lord Marryn, I dare you… to feel up our dear," she gestures in Aadi's direction, "Aadi over there," she states, with a wicked smile and coy little wink.

Aadi snorts and gestures towards Xanathos. "An' I dare th' new lad t'go sit in Caro's lap. Keep 'er occupied so 'er mind can't be thinkin' o' no more o' this nonsense."

Marjani finds the presence of mind to protest, "Now, excuse me, Journeywoman, but that seems very inappropriate. It is…" she blinks a few times, "it is one thing for… I mean, a Lord Holder… to consider the consequences…" Well, okay, she tried to protest. "Besides, it was…" she gestures at Xanathos, "his dare, anyway." Marjani nods, and then decides that her fingernails are fascinating.

Aadi snorts. "Easy there, new candidate. S'not like it'd be 'is first time, now would it?"

Carolyna shrugs. "A) I'm a candidate, Marjani, and B) Aadi over there has dared him already, so it's only fair that the Lord be dared as well," she states, simply, before cocking her head to the side and eyeing both Xan and Marryn.

"Marjani." She says, "And it's public, either way that's private doing." She blinks blinks blinks at Carolyna. "Well, Journeywoman-candidate, then?" This is actually followed up by a somewhat inappropriate (considering her apparent mood) grin.

Xanathos rolls Dice. They roll off of his fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Spectacular Blue

Marjani rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Green …&… Spectacular Brown

Carolyna rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Hideous Red Star …&… Hideous Red Star

Aadi rolls Dice. They roll off of her fingers…
They land and stop giving sides:
Intense Brown …&… Intense Blue

Xanathos absently skritches at his new shoulder ornament. Likely wondering why he has the sudden urge to walk like he has a patch and a peg leg. "Ya Your ga going to wha…" His eyes widen a bit for a moment but as attention shifts elsewhere he lets out a soft sigh of relief. Of course then it turns back to him rather suddenly. "Ya You wa want me to to to what?" He turns his head to look at the flit on his shoulder. "Ha Have th they all gone loony?"

Rhett preens at the attention, crooning softly in the most descriptive non-answer he can give.

Carolyna croons slightly. "Hahaha! Marjani, you win. Pick a victim," she hoots with a laugh before taking another sip from the flask, then returning her attention towards both Xan and Marryn.

Marryn pats the air a few times, smirking in Carolyna and Aadi's direction. "Now, now ladies. There's plenty of me to go around." Eyeing his raised glass he appears to be gauging something, then perks up with, "At least three or four more dares worth, I'd say." Quite proud of himself he takes a long swig and nearly tips over backwards into Emilia's vacated seat. "Whoa!" he laughs, who tilted the room like that?" Carolyna's dare elicits a frown of concentration, then a rise in the opposite direction as her words sink in. Dark gaze rolling in Aadi's direction he gives his chin a jerk in unconscious gesture, swinging long-ish bangs out of his view. Oh yes, /that/ view. "Well now" he starts, hopping up from his seat. "There's a dare a man can get into" And one that he has - at least once in times past. Heading in her direction he takes a shortcut around the end table and loses his footing. Impaired senses have finally taken their toll on the young lordling. He collapses just shy of his goal, landing across the redheaded woman's lap, out cold. He really should've gotten more rest before making such a long trip to the weyr today. Maybe he'll at least dream aboat completing that dare.

Marjani cocks her head at the dice, "Now I win? Can't even… sentence." Properly. "Well, then," she looks around… Boobs, there's a no go. And a passed out Holder, so he's down for the count. The new person thinks they're crazy has yet to fufill his dare. "Carolyna, Truth or Dare?" She scratches her neck, waiting for the answer.

Carolyna laughs as she watches the Lordling fall all over Aadi, literally. "Oh, me? Dare, if you don't mind," she states with a bit of a cackle and a shake of her head.

Startled by Marryn's sudden appearance in her lap, Aadi shakes her head and adjusts his face so that at least he can breath. Smiling indulgently down on her unconscious friend, she cards absent fingers through his hair as the dares continue.

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