Open Mouth, Insert Foot

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Living Cavern
Here is the center of Weyr life, the living caverns. These two main rooms were man-shaped from smaller caves, and are joined by a carved arch with depictions of dragons in flight and dolphins leaping in swirling waves. One room has many round stone and wooden tables and a stone fire-pit instead of a hearth. Over the round-walled, gas fired pit is a large conical hood made of polished bronze, with reliefs of dragons with their riders flying over ships guided by dolphins. This hood and chimney keeps the room smoke-free. Through the archway is an enormous hall, with long tables and benches, some carved from the rock floor, many crafted of wood. This room is a combination dining and meeting hall, and can seat over 300 comfortably. Above both rooms, angled shafts lined with polished metal bring in sunlight during the day. Electric lights also burn, day and night.


Evening time has brought on the dinner crowd. Not Catwin's most favorite time to catch a meal, but when you're schedule has become more regimented. Then you have to deal with what you're given. There's a bit of wincing as she's jostled here and there. After all, whats a candidate to people? Nothing. That's what. Though the few tht do recognize her as being a Sr. Journeymn as well do give way. Somewhat. Food is appropriated. Not that there's much on her plate. And she has water, plain and simple water. Screw the juice.

Somewhere among those that already have their food and a seat, is none other than J'en, who sits at the end of one of the long tables with a very noticeable lack of persons in his immediate vicinity. Anytime anyone even tries to get near him he narrows a glare in their direction, sending them off to find more hospitable company during their meal. A plate sits in front of him, half finished, piled with only roast wherry and tubers, smothered in enough gravy to choke any normal person. There was also a tall glass of water with melting ice cubes and a sliver of citrus tucked inside it.

Empty seats beat narrowed glares anyday. What's he going to do, put her out of her misery. She heads right up to the end of the table and sets down food and drink and carefully slides into her seat. There's a bit of a glance given to J'en, but since she's far from well lubricated with booze. She doesn't say anything to him. Healer led drying out doesn't lend much to drunkeness. She eats a little bit in the way of veggies and grains and some meat. Then she's letting out a sigh and then figures on working on something else she's supposed to be doing. Socialness. "Hi." Short. Sweet. That works. Right?

Golden eyes instantly find Catwin as she dares enter his view, boldly dropping herself to a seat into the place he'd kept clear of everyone else. Yes, his glare is indeed extended to her, and it narrows dangerously. She had a point though, what could he do? The bronzerider growls and grumbles something under his breath that probably wasn't nice at all, jamming his fork into his food and then shoving it into his mouth. The piercing there wriggles some as he chews, rumbling in warning to another who thinks they have the same chops as the drying out vinter and sends them scurrying off quickly enough. Jae's shoulders scrunch and tighten, lowering himself some over his plate as Catwin dares trying to speak to him. "Is that how ya greet a rider, candidate? Or do ya want to spend the next sevenday doin' extra chores of mah choosin'?" he asks, apparently not in the best of moods.

Catwin lets out a sigh, she's so not in the mood for this. She eyes J'en a moment "Well, lets see. I'm not engaging in sex, I'm not fighting, I'm not leaving the grounds without an escort and I'm not drinking liberally anymore. " She states, ticking of things from on the rule board. "But, if you're wanting to stand on formallity then, Good evening, hail and mighty Bronzerider J'en. I hope this fair evening is treating you well, and may people come from far and wide to sing your praises." Okay, maybe not the smartest thing Cat could have done. She then stabs a poor helpless and defenseless fingerroot.

Oh. Really. J'en might have blinked at the woman's audacity, but he was far too busy fuming when she starts listing off all of the things that she wasn't currently doing right there in front of him, and not even keeping it at that, she continues on to sass him openly to the point of mocking. "The proper etiquette when addressin' a rider is to salute and use a respectful sir or ma'am, but it looks like ya'd rather spend a sevenday cleanin' up after the aunties and uncles who ain't in their right minds no more. I expect ya to report to the headwoman first thin' tomorrow mornin'." Fork tossed into his plate, appetite lost, he pushes himself to his feet. Who does this guy think he is? Well, the fancy Wingleader knot he's wearing might make him think he can do that sort of thing from the looks of it.

The Headwoman? Oh, she heard that. Not only did she hear that, a big, broad, CREEPY SMILE curls upon her mouth like the grinch who stole Christmas and she peers right at Catwin while fingertips tap upon eachother. "First thing would be lovely!" BEAM. Considering what was served for dinner tonight, she'd definitely not want to put on those big bath mits for this in the morning.

"You know what. You're enjoying this aren't you. Being the big bad bully." Catwin snaps as she shakes the poor hapless fingerroot at him "Still, I'd much rather wash old tinky winkies and old todgers than have to look at your gloomy face anymore. Honestly, you could be a half-way decent person if you pulled that stick out of your ass." she glances at the headwoman and there's a little shudder. Then she's looking back at J'en "Shards. We can't ever have a proper conversation can we?" She sighs and sets her fork down and rubs her fingers on her temples "I'm sorry, what said was uncalled for. Tell you what." Another look for the headwoman and that creepy smile. "I'll just get busy on that now, and go back in the morning as well." She shakes her head again as she gathers up her plate.

What's probably more dangerous here is that J'en does not get any angrier, in fact, a sort of cool eerie calm settles over him as Catwin unleashes her fury upon him. He waits, patiently, for her to finish her tirade and when she is he takes his time circling the table until he's right behind her, lowering himself down to a palm beside her plate before she has the chance to speak again. He's not directly on top of her, but there is plenty of personal space between. "What I do or do not 'ave up mah ass is goin' to be the least of yer worries," he murmurs, "Ya dun 'ave to like someone to give 'em the respect their position deserves. Is this 'ow yer goin' to behave if ya walk off 'em sands with a lifemate of yer own? If so, yer gunna spend a whole lot more time on the ground tryin' to explain to yer lifemate why he or she can't fly, and why yer shovlin' wherry dung instead of servin' the weyr that feeds, clothes and pays for yer liquor." This said, he pushes himself up and ignores the rest of what she says, leaving his own plate there as he passes the headwoman. "Make it a month, see if ya can dig up 'aunsem while yer at it." And then he goes, descending the stairs into the bowels of the weyr, probably to finds some more candidates to torture.

As J'en invades that large personal bubble of Catwin she stiffens. Her eyes wide with a touch of panic. But she doesn't move. She does swallow hard as she listens. She doesn't even so much as twitch until J'en leaves and then she lets out a breath and sighs. "Stupid, stupid, stupid girl." she mutters to herself as she gets up and takes her plate and J'ens to be properly dropped off. She glances back to where bronzerider departed and then she's pursing her lips a little "There is so not enough. No.. no, can't think that way." she continues to mutter to herself and then presents herself to the headwoman. "Just tell me where to go."


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