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Drama, Drama, Drama! [Open!] - V'ra - 05.Dec.12

Indivara stalked through the Dining Hall like a five foot hurricane, which was saying quite a lot, since the young woman still hadn't managed to make it past four foot ten. Her long, dark hair was in a mess around her shoulders, slept in but uncared for since arising from bed. Whether that was because Indivara had just awoken, or because she simply hadn’t bothered to brush it when she got up that morning wasn’t immediately determinable. Vivid blue eyes glared at those that got in her way while heavily booted feet stomped on toes. The population of the Weyr was far too busy gossiping about all the havoc that had been raised recently to be of any use what so ever!

“Would you move,” Indivara growled, giving a solid shove to a greenrider gossiping with his boyfriend directly in front of the stack of clean plates. Indivara glared at him viciously when he spat something insulting (or, it was meant to be anyway, Indivara brushed it off without a thought) and snatched a plate and a clean fork. Stupid bloody green riders and their ill-timed (and placed) gossiping nature! Stomping over to the table upon which the lunch foods were placed, Indivara slopped a pile of wherry meat onto her plate, before following it up with various tubbers and vegetables, though there was a distinct lack of the well-known ‘healthy’ ones. Something that wasn’t going to help her ever attain any particular height, but Indivara tended to throw food in people’s faces when they pointed that out.

Holding her plate tightly by the edge in one hand, Indivara made her way to the drinks, filling a large glass with ale she stuck her tongue out at the bluerider that tossed her a wink (keep dreaming, bucko – worse lay ever!) and instructed her two firelizards to get the fuck off her shoulders, Blood Sucker scolding Shit Head until the little gold unwound her tail from around Indivara’s neck and took flight, the pair of them screeching as they dipped and dove ahead, clearing a path through the milling and hungry crowed for their mistress. Indivara didn’t waste their efforts, quickly fleeing the Dining Hall, and making her way back to the Candidate Barracks without any real issue.

“Dining Hall is a fucking slaughter house,” Indivara said cheerfully, watching with smug satisfaction as several candidates lingering in the hall twitched or grimaced at her. Her laughter was bright and mischievous as Blood Sucker chittered happily. Swirling around her head, screeching at Blood Sucker when he hissed at her, Shit Head grumbled her disapproval for the young woman’s taunting of her fellows before falling silent and flickering between to Indivara’s room. “No sense of humour, that one, ‘eh, Sucker?” Indivara tilted her head to lick the firelizard’s cheek – causing the little blue to squawk in surprise – and leap from her shoulder, also vanishing between.

Leaving the firelizards to sulk in her room, Indivara made her way to one of the mess rooms located within the Candidate Barracks, and set herself down at the table, drink and food set out before her as she started shovelling the later into her face. “Yeah?” she asked around a mouthful when she felt eyes on her, looking up to see who else was in the room. “What?”


Re: Drama, Drama, Drama! [Open!] - Jazira - 10.Dec.12

Jazz had been settled comfortably on the chairs in the mess hall of the candidate barracks, one of the few times she didn't have her child with her. Her eyes closed for what she thought was a moment, until she was disturbed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. She stretched and glanced over to see another girl in the moment, even if she currently had a mouthful of food. Ah... she looked familiar. Jazz frowned looking at the girl, trying to figure out who she was. Teeth indenting her lips, she scowled. She remembered the girl wasn't all that friendly... now.. a name. Bah, forget it.

"You seem in a good mood. What brought that on?" Jazz couldn't place her name, so a disguised familiarity would have to do. At least until she could place the girl's name and remember why she disliked her.



Re: Drama, Drama, Drama! [Open!] - V'ra - 11.Dec.12

Indivara rolled her eyes heavenward as she swallowed her food; taking a particularly unladylike gulp of her drink and setting it back down on the table with a clip. Blue eyes frowned at Jazira as Indivara licked her lips, wondering how best to phrase her insult. It would come to her, she decided, as she gave the other woman a disapproving look and shoved another forkful of food into her mouth. Chewing, her mouth actually closed for the process, Indivara wondered which rock the young mother had been living under.

“The entire Weyr is doing cartwheels or having heartfailure because of that shit with D’ren,” she pointed out, voice wry and irritable. There was no way the other woman hadn’t heard Ronarth’s temper tantrum. Indivara was pretty sure it was a miracle that no one up North had managed to hear it! “Getting food was a fucking joke.” That was an understatement indeed! Navigating the dining hall had been horrific. The girl was pretty sure there were less people in the Gather Square during Turnover events!

“Where’s your brat?” Indivara’s actual investment in the statement was more to make sure the whining infant wasn’t going to interrupt her nice dinner now she finally had it, rather than actually caring where Jazira had dropped him. Indivara had no idea why people were doing what D’ren wanted and actually popping out babies for him. Fucked if she was ever having children.

Ever.